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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1625.
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Ointments
In order to mend the broken slabs of bedraggled
building; all that was required was an ointment of
rich cement and raw brick,
In order to mend the broken web of spider; all that
was required was an ointment of silvery threads and
slime,
In order to mend the disastrously scorched territory
of soil; all that was required was an ointment of cool
and revitalizing water,
In order to mend the broken links of the enigmatic
jigsaw puzzle; all that was required was an ointment
of pragmatic intelligence,
In order to mend the broken bits of scattered paper;
all that was required was an ointment of glue and
sticky adhesive,
In order to mend the broken periphery of lips; all
that was required was an ointment of glossy lipstick,
In order to mend the disdainfully broken finger; all
that was required was an ointment of thoroughly
powdered and fine calcium,
In order to mend the broken down car; all that was
required was an ointment of golden petrol,
In order to mend the broken fields of sprawling grass;
all that was required was an ointment of pure and
natural goat manure,
In order to mend the broken stomach; all that was
required was an ointment of appetizing food and
voluptuous fruit juice,
In order to mend the broken and stammering speech; all
that was required was an ointment of; stupendous
confidence in self,
In order to mend the broken city; all that was
required was an ointment of paramount resilience; the
fortitude to stand together and reconstruct the same
paradise,
In order to mend the broken and age old computer; all
that was required was an ointment of hi-tech software
chips; and a flurry of ingenious program,
In order to mend the broken and slowly fading light;
all that was required was an ointment of the
blistering Sun,
In order to mend the broken eye; all that was required
was an ointment of glistening moisture; and passionate
fantasy revolving fanatically each second,
In order to mend the broken shirt and trousers; all
that was required was an ointment of colored buttons
and long spools of silken thread,
In order to mend the broken individual; all that was
required was an ointment of reassurance compounded
with heaps of unparalleled empathy and care,
In order to mend the broken throat; all that was
required was an ointment of warm and sizzling herbal
tea; a peaceful day's rest to soothe every traumatized
vein,
In order to mend the broken relationship; all that was
required was an ointment of perpetual and amicable
understanding,
In order to mend the broken nose; all that was
required was an ointment of moist and overwhelmingly
compassionate breath,
And in order to mend the broken heart; all that was
required was an ointment of care; an ointment that
spread the immortal roots of love; whenever and
wherever applied…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1626.
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Omnipotent Almighty
He didn’t need overwhelmingly lengthy articles written
about him; to proclaim his glory sanctimoniously all
around the globe,
He didn’t need an armory of praise from a spurious
bunch of individuals; to escalate his persona to the
pinnacle of supremacy,
He didn’t need television interviews to depict his
supernatural powers; the miracles he could perform
within lightening fractions of seconds,
He didn’t need a cavalcade of cars following him;
ploughing their way unceremoniously through innocent
pedestrians to declare his raw power,
He didn’t need an ocean of flowers everyday at his
doorstep; to enlighten his spirits and drown him into
a cocoon of enchantment,
He didn’t need a battalion of bodyguards guarding his
visage; armed gunmen trying to sequester him from all
the evil in this world,
He didn’t need an ambience of voluptuous clouds to
relax in; mesmerizing fairies dancing around him and
kissing his feet,
He didn’t need a flurry of photographers clicking him
umpteenth times in a single minute; trying to salvage
the best of his face in different shades of light,
He didn’t need jug fulls of water and mystical wine to
be served every hour; the most sumptuous cuisine to be
brought before him to eat sizzling fresh from the
frying pan,
He didn’t need groups of mavericks inexorably shouting
slogans to propagate him; defending religion at the
cost of infinite lives,
He didn’t need a letter of introduction every time he
tread on this earth; professionals in the media savvy
world to announce every move he was about to make,
He didn’t need a new and embellished space craft every
morning; to transport him to the most fascinating
places in this Universe; have ravishing cocktails with
every Nation's Prime Minister,
He didn’t need a Mountain replete with bombastic gold
and silver; dungeons impregnated with fathomless
bundles of currency showered upon him incessantly as
the clock ticked,
He didn’t need a wardrobe inundated with garish
clothes; golden cufflinks and chains to adorn his body
at the crack of every dawn,
He didn’t need a cruise ride of the Atlantic every
night; with stars shimmering in the cosmos propelling
him fantasize to the most unprecedented limits and
dream,
He didn’t need traditionally attired attendants
hovering indefatigably around his demeanor; fanning
his face to ruthlessly massacre the last mosquito
humming morbid tunes,
He didn’t need slippers lined with resplendent silver
to walk in the Bedroom; a bed studded with fabulous
diamonds to nestle and blissfully sleep,
He didn’t need a fleet of impeccable priests to engulf
him and divulge to him his destiny to unveil; analyze
his palms to intricately prognosticate the future life
he had to be lead,
And he didn’t need any glamour and glitteratti; any
pomp or gaiety to appease; any spurious propaganda to
uplift his soul;
For a single word of his was enough to destroy; and at
the same time create this entire planet; a single step
of his was enough to give shape to what he had
created; a single breath of his was enough to give
life to his unfathomable creation; he was the most
invincible form of a human being; HE WAS INFACT NONE
OTHER THAN OMNIPOTENT ALMIGHTY…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1627.
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On a holiday
I felt woolen threads of afghan carpet tickling me,
a saga of emotions draining golden reserves of energy.
i saw cherry red apples dangling from leafy tree
twigs,
swam rapidly across chilly currents of deep water.
i kicked loose chunks of dirt with my spiked shoe,
rode on bare horseback through soggy fields of
unripened paddy.
i drenched myself with saliva dribbling from my mouth,
fed the cows with lush green bundles of country grass.
i devoured greedily, roasted slices of barbecued goat,
paced vigorously through sea sand hosting an army of
venomous crab.
i drove my slender nosed sedan at breakneck speeds,
whistled at the top of my lungs piercing placid
carpets of air.
i swayed rhythmically to infectious tunes of music,
sipped chocolate rum from large beer mugs of bone
china.
i stared at my reflection in sparkling mountain water,
draped myself in expensive linen suit with tinges of
gold.
i dug tunnels in mud with crowbars of metal,
fondled long silky ears of my pet Alsatian.
i painted the courtyard walls with hasty strokes of
king sized brush,
snored like a demon through humid passing hours of the
summer night.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1628.
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On every morsel of food
ON EVERY MORSEL of food scattered in distant territories of the earth,
there lies a name inscribed of; the person about to consume it.
On every bit of fertile clay projecting from hard land,
there lies a name embossed of; wild grass about to grow.
On every bit of bare bruise sprouting on the surface of skin,
there lies a name riveted of; the magical technology of healing.
On every bit of undulating water containing tones of salt,
there lies a name embedded of; the aquatic fish and spongy coral.
On every bit of flaming sun and celestial moon,
there lies a name embodied; of the supreme creator.
On every bit of perspiration dribbling down with tenacity,
there lies a name pressed of; the onerous amount of hard work.
On every bit of succulent looking barren tree branch,
there lies a name firmly stapled of; the fresh buds about to take birth.
On every bit of crystal water plummeting from crystalline tips of the mountain,
there lies a name dogmatically printed of; the living organism dying of thirst.
On every bit of charisma inhabiting oblivious regions of the globe,
there lies a name emphatically glued of; the human eye.
On every heart that throbs with a benevolent disposition,
there lies a name imprisoned of; the person it loves.
And on every bullet of lead that ricochets after striking the air,
there lies a name of the person living; about to die.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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