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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1621.
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Object of desire
Thick sheets of raw cardboard paper,
sewn from dried pulp mixture,
processed and woven in looming mill machine,
a commodity manufactured at threadbare costs,
desert brown in color, and rough in texture,
cut to various shapes of
square, rectangle, triangle, penta and cone,
with steel cutters piercing its hard flesh,
particles of golden sawdust floating in air,
transforming barbaric paper to trimmed angel,
rendering it feasible for further treatment,
the prime of which is an overlapping fold,
followed by rich wax paint,
printing designs befitting all occasions,
like marriage, love, laughter and examination,
with finely calligraphed captivating quotes,
accentuating magical conversion of raw paper, into
royal greeting card,
a carrier of fluctuating emotions,
a cheaply procurable 'OBJECT OF DESIRE'
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: marriage poems, angel poems, laughter poems
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1622.
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Obsessed to sleep
There was nothing else to ponder on,
minutes and hours went whistling by,
days sped into pitch dark night,
acrid rays of sunlight shone on hilltop roof,
bird music was the only confrontation,
with high pitched gurgling of mountain stream,
deafening sound of dry gusty wind,
mammoth bedspread of tree leaf cover,
sapphire blue puffs of drifting cloud mass,
canvas tent cloth shielding me in darkness,
perched right up at the conical precipice,
grey striped lizards gliding through rock crevice,
deciduous forests sprawled down the slope,
stretching into silver lining of distant horizon,
thick grass cover cushioning soil,
candle wax transiting to white grease,
as hot flames douse its periphery, provide orange
light,
fleet of fighter jets leave trails of white smoke,
the fluffy camp bed sinks with my weight,
red cloth ceiling embarrassed by my continuous gaze,
the atmosphere enveloped with silent melody,
emanating from vocal chords deep down my throat,
advocating my penchant for omnipresent peace,
my unending tryst, for obsession with nil work.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: silver poems, music poems, work poems, tree poems, peace poems, red poems, wind poems, dark poems, sleep poems, light poems, night poems
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1623.
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Ocean of blood
Before me stretches the gargantuan ocean of blood,
O! helmsman be my eternal companion,
Launch me into it face down,
The turbulent waves of blood shake our boat,
But dont be afraid my friend,
For at every step theres god to be,
To wipe the tear drops from our eyes,
And to be our eternal friend.
Our boat is going too fast,
Slow it down a trifle my friend,
To bring it in terms with the actual pace of life,
Where lies agonizing sorrow and grief,
With a thick intensity,
For us to handle with our boat,
Trespassing calmly over it,
For every step that passes by; is a path to the open world.
O! Friend come near; lets prepare to jump,
In the concoction of blood and water that surrounds us,
For we have now left this life far behind,
And are prepared for the time to come,
Do not be afraid of the consequences my friend,
For this world will laugh at you and me,
I can hear the laugh loud and reverberating a few feet behind us,
Cmon lets prepare to jump.
ฉ nikhilparekh
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: friend poems, grief poems, ocean poems, sorrow poems, water poems, world poems, god poems, life poems, time poems
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1624.
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Oceans of love
A handful of salt to impregnate flavor in my
lackadaisical food; relish the most tantalizingly
exotic meal of my life; for centuries immemorial,
A handful of smiles to enlighten the trajectory of my
derogatorily sullen lips; punctuate my lugubriously
dreary entrenchment of solitude; with triumphantly
ebullient cheer,
A handful of empathy to marvelously pacify my
treacherously disheveled eyes; inundate their
regretfully stony whites with unfathomable charisma
and voluptuous charm,
A handful of muscle to stupendously refurbish my
flailing arms; grant them the sparkling tenacity to
exuberantly surge forward with profound gusto of life,
A handful of pristine water to gorgeously placate my
traumatically agonizing throat; bountifully replenish
even the most infinitesimal of my senses with the most
ingratiating gift of God,
A handful of flirtation to mischievously titillate my
monotonously beleaguered soul; handsomely mitigate me
of my apprehensions in the chapter of monotonously
uncouth life,
A handful of blood to astoundingly rejuvenate my
pathetically diminishing nerves; trigger even the most
lividly devastated arenas of my visage; on a voyage of
poignantly crimson fire,
A handful of cloth to fantastically embellish my
disastrously shriveled body; beautifully instill a
wave of amiable compassion in each of my devastatingly
debilitating senses,
A handful of fragrance to divinely mesmerize my
penuriously staggering countenance; metamorphose me
forever and ever and ever into a cloud of mystically
ravishing paradise,
A handful of inebriation to magnificently tranquilize
my preposterously rambunctious voice; blend my
disdainfully wavering spirit with the rhythmic
pulsations fo the divine,
A handful of resilience to add boundless sparks to my
abominably defeated stride; majestically instilling in
me the ability to confront the most horrendously
acrimonious of impediments that came my side,
A handful of mascara to vibrantly illuminate my
dismally drooping eyelashes; perpetuating me to erupt
into an unrelenting festoon of fantasy and spell
bindingly gracious rhyme,
A handful of truth to irrefutably bless my salaciously
pulverized conscience; Omnisciently flood its woefully
fretting and stagnating dormitories with the mantra of
symbiotic existence,
A handful of artistry to regally stimulate each
deliberately indolent nerve of my nimble demeanor;
deluge the fathomlessly barren canvas of my life; with
the profusely fascinating essence of blissful
existence,
A handful of playfulness to celestially unfurl my
ruthlessly mature and tyrannical senses; unbelievably
bring out the princely child ardently clinging to each
element of my passionate countenance,
A handful of river for me to royally bathe off the
remorseful disease from my lambasted skin; perennially
reinvigorate the manipulatively besieged conglomerate
of my bones to coalesce with the rudiments of my
sacred existence,
A handful of sensuousness to miraculously engulf each
cranny of my vengeful brain; with an unsurpassable
reservoir of enthrallingly euphoric and vivacious
fantasy,
A handful of breath to Omnipotently enshroud my
forlornly extinguishing nostrils; invincibly bestow my
lungs with the charismatically ecstatic chapters of
undefeated life,
But unfathomable oceans of love to Omnipresently
liberate my heart; perpetually bond its beats with the
winds of procreation; togetherness; mankind;
pricelessly immortalizing the meaning of my
impoverished life
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ฉฎcopyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: solitude poems, food poems, river poems, life poems, truth poems, child poems, water poems, fire poems, smile poems, wind poems, children poems
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