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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Perpetual were the moments
Golden were the moments; when I gallivanted through
the rain soaked hills; with the boisterous chirping of
the sparrows being my everlastingly exhilarating
rhyme,
Golden were the moments; when I swam uninhibitedly in
the marvelously undulating sea; with an unfathomable
cascade of tangy froth; insurmountably tantalizing
each of my monotonously dreary senses,
Golden were the moments; when I unrelentingly
whispered with the enigmatically rustling trees;
profusely blending even the most infinitesimal of my
senses with the winds of inimitably ebullient ecstasy,
Golden were the moments; when I poignantly danced with
the resplendent peacocks; euphorically relishing every
bit of majestically crimson cloud; in the fathomless
firmament of blue sky,
Golden were the moments; when I indefatigably floated
in the aisles of unsurpassable fantasy; tirelessly
conceiving the exuberantly unending beauty of this
bountifully boundless earth,
Golden were the moments; when I was an immaculate
child; wholesomely bereft of even the most
inconspicuous vagaries of existence; blissfully
bouncing in the lap of my divinely sacrosanct mother,
Golden were the moments; when I had first stepped into
the dormitories of school; ingratiatingly relishing
the camaraderie of my mates; erupting into
compassionate whirlpools of laughter at even the
tiniest of provocation,
Golden were the moments; when I felt the blazingly
beautiful rays of the morning Sun; Omnisciently
healing even the most inexplicable trace of disease;
invidiously enshrouding my nimble countenance,
Golden were the moments; when I relentlessly rolled on
gregariously fresh grass; sensuously inhaling the
tantalizing aroma of glistening dewdrops; as the Moon
glimmered to its most profound radiance in the cosmos,
Golden were the moments; when I suckled honey from the
melodiously brimming hives; embellishing my
impoverished visage with the astronomically
aristocratic sweetness of the Mother Nature,
Golden were the moments; when I clambered like an
untamed chimpanzee upon the mystically philandering
hills; drifted in surreal unison with the romantically
gorgeous clouds; for centuries unprecedented,
Golden were the moments; when I smelt the unbelievably
effulgent lotus; profusely drowning my mind; body and
wavering soul; into an unsurpassable ocean of
chivalrously fabulous scent,
Golden were the moments; when I played with the
rollicking crabs on the pristine seashores; with the
majestic froth of the titillating sea handsomely
tingling each of my haplessly staggering breath,
Golden were the moments; when I innocuously flirted
with ravishingly nubile maidens in the realms of
ardent desire; igniting fires of unconquerable
passion; even in the heart of the morbidly insipid
night,
Golden were the moments; when I earnestly prayed to
the Almighty Lord; philanthropically serving all
fraternities of harmoniously holistic living kind,
Golden were the moments; when I reminisced my past
with my eternal parents; irrefutably saluting all
insurmountably endless perseverance that they had
displayed to bring me up; every instant of their
hard-fought life,
Golden were the moments; when I unfurled into a meadow
of fascinatingly limitless artistry; vivaciously
painting the infinite shades of existence; on the
barren canvas of my devastatingly wandering life,
Golden were the moments; when I gallivanted barefoot
under the enchantingly streaming moonlight;
beautifully submerging my entire persona in impeccable
cisterns of emollient milk,
Golden were the moments; when I regally expunged my
every breath; was triumphantly endowed by a chance
from the Almighty Lord; to celestially diffuse into
fabulously voluptuous and vibrant shades of eclectic
life,
Golden were the moments; when I divinely penned down
gorgeously symbiotic poetry; profusely reveling the
countless shades of charismatic enchantment; that were
a stupendous gift from the Lord Almighty,
Golden were the moments; when I thoroughly enthralled
even the most intricate of my senses; intensely
listening to the enigmatically astounding
reverberations of the; thunderously echoing valley,
Golden were the moments; when I amiably communicated
with different tribes; caste and creed; feeling the
niceness of wonderfully royal humanity; heavenly
perpetuate every shade of my dwindling survival,
Golden were the moments; when I traced the piquant
outlines of my palms; resplendently endeavoring to
decipher the eluding trajectories of spell binding
destiny,
Golden were the moments; when I timelessly lay at the
feet of my revered mother; incorrigibly following her
paths of unshakable righteousness; on every sphere of
the earth that she humbly tread,
Golden were the moments; when I feasted my penuriously
blinded eyes; on the magically proliferating winds of
glorious nature; witnessed in awe-struck splendor; as
innocent fledglings hatched in mesmerizing tandem from
their crystalline eggs,
Golden were the moments; when I patriotically marched
forward to unflinchingly lead life; resolutely pledged
to unite all mankind one and alike; even as the most
treacherously ghastly impediments tried to brutally
thwart me on my way,
But perpetual were the moments; when I fell in love;
immortally bonding every ingredient of my blood with
her godly life; as she led me like a priceless prince
through the corridors of magnificent newness; through
the fortresses of a friendship which would continue
taking birth; even after the entire earth had come to
a gruesomely stuttering end….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1614.
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Perpetually and extraordinarily spicy
Neither too smiling; culminating into the most indefatigably relentless of chortles every unfurling instant; and that too without the slightest reason or rhyme,
Neither too victorious; forever and ever and ever wanting the flag of unfettered triumph; to hoist high and handsome towards the sky; whilst not realizing that each human has his/her own egregiously defeated day,
Neither too fragrant; surreptitiously cloistering every ounce of haplessly despairing stench; which needed immediate and inevitable attention; for the amelioration from treacherous confinement,
Neither too strong; incessantly trying to win every bit of barren space on this fathomlessly enchanting earth; with the radiations of brawn and brain; instead of royally stirring the chords of the compassionate chest,
Neither too colorful; profusely inundating the canvas of this spectacularly unceasing Universe with so much unbelievable vibrancy; that there remained simply no room for rustically righteous and ubiquitous simplicity,
Neither too supreme; insatiably harboring the urge to valiantly rule over every other organism; instead of bonding in the threads of amiably invincible friendship; with one and all symbiotically alike,
Neither too fudged; limitlessly adorned like a bride for times immemorial even after the wedding was long over; ostentatiously overruling the corridors of simplistically truthful humanity,
Neither too lackadaisical; letting the waves of insidiously hedonistic negativity crucify the unsurpassably undefeated passion; inherently lingering in the blessedly fructifying atmosphere,
Neither too sensitive; miserably collapsing into a non-existent pool of forlorn nothingness; with the most infinitesimally parsimonious draught of orphaned wind,
Neither too beautiful; inevitably attracting every tangible piece of attention towards your very inflated self; even as countless more deserving than you slithered in the aisles of desperate oblivion,
Neither too artistic; indefatigably being nothing else but a tirelessly fulminating inferno of tempestuous emotions; pathetically floundering to mélange with infinite more normal men and women of your kind,
Neither too brilliant; interminably evolving into an unsurpassably unbridled civilization of heroic genius every unraveling instant; when your newborn infant wanted just a few humanitarianly ordinary hugs from your soul,
Neither too wealthy; splurging an infinite notes of currency to mollify the most anomalously eccentric of your desire; whereas on the other hand fathomless humans died like a horde of mosquitoes; without those two quintessential morsels of food,
Neither too religious; abnegating several philanthropically symbiotic activities and sinfully considering several innocent as untouchables; on the pretext of staunchly disoriented religion,
Neither too perspicacious; hardly succumbing to any fallacy as you executed a zillion tasks a minute; wantonly overruling the age old axiom of “To err is absolutely human”,
Neither too satisfied; massacring the very crux of spell-bindingly tantalizing desire; aimlessly gallivanting through the fields of wastrel inactivity; with even the most invincibly inimitable prosperity at your nimble feet,
Neither too philosophical; inhaling and exhaling each breath of vibrantly ecstatic life in crassly biased idealism; instead of unflinchingly following the mantra of “Survival of the Fittest”,
Neither too fiery; baselessly sizzling in the aisles of seductively virile flirtation and uxorious romance; when there existed innumerable mercilessly betrayed hearts; crumbling towards hapless deterioration; right infront of your window pane,
But life I irrefutably feel and infact should be an efficaciously commensurate blend of all these; O! Yes life should forever and ever and ever be a complete meal; which needn’t be quintessentially royal; but would brilliantly suffice and was more than divine; if it was just perpetually and extraordinarily spicy…
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1615.
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Pillar of love
They blasted it with the most pugnacious of explosive;
planting corrugated
sticks of dynamite around its periphery,
It bravely bore the onslaught; didn’t sway a single
inch; instead fortified
its roots firmly into the ground.
They fired a volley of bullets from my compact pistol;
caressing the air at
swashbuckling speeds before striking the wall,
It stood unperturbed like a handsome prince; and there
was not the slightest
of indentation.
They hurled at it colossal buckets of fuming acid;
drenching its demeanor with
blistering liquid,
It refrained to change its complexion; and sparkled
even more after the
aftermath.
They incessantly sprinkled it with disdainful petrol
wildly bursting from
hospices; then ignited the same with a blazing torch;
It however refrained to catch fire; shimmered
mystically under the pearly
moon.
They attempted to chop it down with their acrimonious
axe; indiscriminately
slashing at its body,
It neither bled nor wept; while the axes after a while
seemed to be thoroughly
battered and bruised.
They dug the earth to fathomless depths; feeding its
foundation with a
battalion of parasitic termites,
It resisted their ominous attack; the termites after
several days felt
exorbitantly exhausted and eventually slept.
They tied it with chains and iron shackles; tugged at
it with from all sides
exerting tumultuous strength,
It didn’t utter the slightest of whisper; neither did
it move a centimeter;
proving their vindictive attempts worthlessly futile.
They left a fleet of hostile vulture to devour it;
pulverize its persona to
threadbare rags,
It remained as stoical as ever; and the birds flew
away without trying to
invade and harm it.
They then banged and pummeled it with their fists; as
a manifestation of their
anger and frustration,
Used all paraphernalia they could lay their hands on
to dismantle it; it still
stood like rock unmoved by the proceedings.
It had withstood the severest of test on umpteenth an
occasion; without
yielding to pressures of ostentation and society,
And grew more formidable, as the prejudiced tried to
crush it; the dictators
tried to capture it; and the opulent tried to purchase
it,
It had remained as fresh as a new born for centuries
unprecedented; it
possessed the immortal blessings of god,
O! yes it was indeed the one and only invincible
PILLAR OF LOVE..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1616.
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Place me in her immortal feet
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a dinosaur would brutally pulverize me; or whether the
electric bolts of lightening would strike me head-on
from the ominous sky,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and blend
with gruesomely pathetic cocoons of soil….
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a sword would rip me apart to infinite pieces; or
whether the lion would swallow me without a single
yawn,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
settle down forever in the interiors of my abominably
ghastly corpse…
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a speeding truck would satanically crush my bones; or
whether a dungeon of venomous snakes would stab each
part of my eye,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
coalesce with stinkingly grizzly walls of my murderous
coffin…
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
an earthquake would devastate me to raw ash; or
whether a forest of wild elephants would break each
bone of my tender spine,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
melange forever with horrendous worm and termite
countless kilometers beneath soil….
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a battlefield of hostile vultures would pluck my heart
out; or whether the roof would suddenly collapse on my
skull; metamorphosing me into an inconspicuous fly,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and bond
with wisps of worthlessly non-existent oblivion…
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a violently cataclysmic sea would drown me; or whether
the horde of cold-blooded wolves would make a curry
out of me; for their nocturnal delights,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
forever sink into the trajectories of imprisoning
nothingness…
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a bullet would explode the most intricate arenas of my
brain; or whether the ominously satanic witches would
sacrifice me like white mice,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and leave
for my expedition of irrevocably ultimate disaster….
I didn’t want to know how I was going to die; whether
a shock would treacherously electrocute each
ingredient of my body and blood; or whether the
mountain of lethal scorpions would pierce my innocuous
flesh; like barbaric chicken fry,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and
disparagingly disappear without leaving; even a single
trace of mine…
And I didn’t want to know how I was going to die;
whether the land of mesmerizing heaven sent its
harbingers to take me; or whether uncouthly lecherous
hell descended on every step that I tread by,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Creator;
to place me in the immortal feet of my beloved; just
as I was about to relinquish my last breath; and sleep
like ghost in my grave; with no medicine able to open
my dead eyes….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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