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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1629.
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On the gallows of
On the gallows of blisteringly everlasting patriotism;
hung the unflinchingly venerated; martyr,
On the gallows of disastrously unforgiving hell; hung
the mercilessly massacring and ruthlessly
cold-blooded; tyrant,
On the gallows of brutally delirious insanity; hung
the disdainfully dilapidated and reclusively shunting
loner,
On the gallows of perpetually glistening truth; hung
the blissfully iridescent and beautifully blessed;
harbinger of humanity,
On the gallows of disheveled dastardliness; hung the
viciously decrepit and salaciously invidious parasite,
On the gallows of eternally fructifying pricelessness;
hung the shadows of celestially invincible and
euphorically triumphant; simplicity,
On the gallows of ominously disappearing
non-existence; hung the indiscriminately pulverizing
and heartlessly victimizing; murderer,
On the gallows of flagrantly orphaned stink; hung the
mortuaries of sadistically torturous and debasingly
criminal; bigotry,
On the gallows of cadaverously sinister ignominy; hung
the graveyards of perniciously bizarre and lividly
maiming; retribution,
On the gallows of venomously besmirched treachery;
hung the vapid coffins of hideously vituperative and
fecklessly banal; laziness,
On the gallows of intransigently egregious abuse; hung
the ghost of criminally derogatory and atrociously
simpering; lies,
On the gallows of pathetically diminishing insult;
hung the baselessly abysmal skull of the worthlessly
deteriorating and horrifically manipulative;
politician,
On the gallows of severely asphyxiating accident; hung
the carcasses of ruggedly infidel and demonically
callous; carelessness,
On the gallows of unstoppably victimizing boredom;
hung the parsimoniously unsavory crevices of
penalizingly truculent and indefatigably iconoclastic;
poverty,
On the gallows of infinitesimally two-pence
sordidness; hung the ant hole of maliciously
adulterated and preposterously decadent; chicanery,
On the gallows of continuously stabbing misery; hung
the dungeon of unsparingly molesting and heinously
beheading; crime,
On the gallows of lethally sinful banishment; hung the
thorn of obsoletely contumacious and pruriently
disillusioning; racialism,
On the gallows of stonily wastrel death; hung the
jinxed hood of jejunely jailing and haplessly
disorienting; atheism,
And on the gallows of gloriously fragrant immortality;
hung the silhouette of Omnipresently endowing and
divinely enamoring; love; love and only immortal love…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
Nikhil Parekh
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1630.
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On the other side
The entire land of grandiloquent palaces on one side;
and me and my sweet little dwelling on the other side,
The entire ocean on one side; and me and my tangy
little bottle of salt on the other side,
The entire forest replete with vivacious wild life on
one side; and me and my pet cat on the other side,
The entire cosmos strewn with silken clouds on one
side; and me and my pristine painting on the other
side,
The entire library inundated with books on one side;
and me and my romantic letter on the other side,
The entire market flooded with sizzling pizza's on one
side; and me and my dainty little chunk of chocolate
on the other side,
The entire fleet of aeroplanes on one side; and me and
my articulately chiseled statue of rustic clay on the
other
side,
The entire dungeon embedded with scintillating
diamonds on one side; and me and my forehead smeared
with ash on the other side,
The entire well overflowing with mineral water on one
side; and me and my intricate table spoon of mustard
oil on the other side,
The entire theater displaying pictures from around the
globe on one side; and me and my ravishing fantasies
on the other side,
The entire conglomerate of emerald mattress on one
side; and me and my bamboo stuffed pillow on the other
side,
The entire township of lecherous evil on one side; and
me and my intransigent ideals on the other side,
The entire army marching with hostile dagger heads on
one side; and me and the confidence of my mother on
the other side,
The entire atmosphere entrenched with abuses on one
side; and me and incorrigible tenacity to recite
rhymes on the other side,
The entire planet functioning monotonously on one side;
and me and my island of unrelenting dreams on the
other side,
The entire human race brooding unceremoniously for
money on one side; and me and my passion for romance
on the other side,
The entire graveyard sprawled with morbid corpses on
one side; and me and my Creator standing unperturbed
on the other side,
The entire society with its bombastic pretensions on
one side; and me and my open hearted speech on the
other
side,
The entire world and its worthless norms of religion
and creed on one side; and me and my beloved locked in
an immortal embrace on the other side...
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1631.
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Once again back in the Creator’s Heaven…
There were some who ardently waited for all majestic pearls on this fathomless Universe—to become every insouciant line on their destiny palms—and keep perennially shimmering happily everafter,
There were some who irrevocably waited for every leaf of artistic green to grow in their backyards—to timelessly enshroud even the most vapidly deteriorating of their senses with the magical touch of nature divine,
There were some who fervently waited for all the resplendently twinkling stars in sky to become the glint of their eyes—grant them that eternally enamoring spirit of mischief which forever made them the darling of all crowds,
There were some who tirelessly waited for every bit of beauty on this Universe to ebulliently assimilate into each shadow of their form—so that wherever they went every other form of life miserably dwindled before their invincible charm,
There were some who incorrigibly waited for each ounce of gold and silver on earth to inundate their empty plates-use them as their every conceivable meal with every arising spasm of hunger and thirst,
There were some who unendingly waited for the most bewitchingly enigmatic waterfalls to become the glory of their silhouette—thereby impregnate each dwindling bone of theirs with unbridled darts of passion galore,
There were some who intransigently waited for each wave of the inimitably roaring sea to play with their limp backs—quelling each dastardly apprehension of theirs with the untamed swirl of majestic tanginess,
There were some who endlessly waited for the bedazzling Sun to rise each day from the center of their brains-so that they unconquerably illuminated each path that they tread on with world-record breaking intelligence,
There were some who unsurpassably waited for infinite red roses to perpetually blossom on each step they tread-to feel like the most unparalleled king traversing through the lanes of ultimate utopia,
There were some who limitlessly waited for the boundless power of Everest to bless their arms-so that they pulverized even the mightiest of devils with utter disdain—and with a singleton swish of the thumb,
There were some who unimaginably waited for sheer ambrosia to gorgeously titillate their taste buds-attain the status of Omnipotent Godhead—existing as inconspicuous man on the trajectory of earth,
There were some who unstoppably waited for the most supernatural fabrics to cascade from fructifying sky-the simpleton clothes that eventually became their most impregnable armor to defend the worst of adversity in life,
There were some who unconditionally waited for the miraculous prowess of conquering the ultimate limits of the horizon-so that they forever shook hands with the Sun even after it’d bid adieu to the winds of the globe,
There were some who unrelentingly waited for each trace of melody on the planet to become the music of their ears-timelessly resonate to the beats of god’s naturally bounteous creation as it vivaciously unfurled,
There were some who unlimitedly waited for angels in the form of their own offspring-the ‘avatars’ of the Lord born out of their own flesh and blood-so that witnessed an uncountable miracles in just their single lifetime,
There were some who inexhaustibly waited for every tangible and intangible honor on earth to be added beside their name-so that they received the most magnificently crisp salutes wherever they went,
There were some who uncontrollably waited for each ingredient of their blood to metamorphose into the winds of the most supremely ageless—so that no death ever dared touch them even at its veritably destined time,
There were some who intractably waited for a countless lovers to uninhibitedly smooch their truncated existence—attain the pleasure and sensuousness of an indefinable more lifetimes in this very happening life,
Whilst I waited and still more passionately waited than ever before for the last day of my life-because after that I knew I would meet all those whom I immortally loved; missed and inconsolably cried for in this life-once again back in the Creator’s Heaven…
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Nikhil Parekh
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1632.
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Once again tomorrow
Yesterday was just a thing of the horrendously
treacherous past; fading and dissipating rapidly into
thin wisps of obsolete oblivion,
Lets unite in strings of perpetual harmony and
compassion today; to blossom into a vibrantly
optimistic and spell binding tomorrow….
Yesterday was just a thing of the diabolically heinous
past; pathetically blending with insipid bits of raw
ash,
Lets unite in whirlpools of insurmountable solidarity
today; unflinchingly facing even the most acridly
mighty challenges; proudly sprouting into the blissful
civilizations of tomorrow….
Yesterday was just a thing of the lecherously
abhorrent past; stinking like a million rats; beneath
the dungeons of manipulative malice,
Lets unite in irrefutable rings of truth today;
massacring every iota of horrifically despairing lie
and sadness; culminating into a wonderfully brilliant
tomorrow….
Yesterday was just a thing of the remorsefully morbid
past; rapidly deteriorating to coalesce with the
murderous graves,
Lets unite in clouds of celestial peace today;
indefatigably fantasizing above a land of enchanting
paradise; to give birth to a divinely non-violent
tomorrow….
Yesterday was just a thing of the devastatingly evil
past; sinking into an sea of baseless nothingness to
melange with the inconspicuously mundane sands,
Lets unite in winds of uninhibited sharing today;
ubiquitously commiserating with shivering mankind
around; to fulminate into a fountain of irrevocably
bestowing tomorrow….
Yesterday was just a thing of the ominously ghastly
past; stabbing like a trillion malevolent daggerheads;
before it eventually blew with the infinitesimally
capricious dust,
Lets unite in tornado’s of untamed passion today;
incinerating flames of overwhelming desire even in the
most frozen of waters; to majestically bloom into a
intrepidly flamboyant tomorrow….
Yesterday was just a thing of the savagely decaying
past; perpetuating its deplorably surreptitious shadow
into the fabric of the blissful society; before it
finally withered into a corpse of absolute submission,
Lets unite in skies of philanthropic benevolence
today; endeavoring our very best to alleviate
debilitatingly deprived society; escalate exuberantly
into an Omnipotently egalitarian tomorrow….
Yesterday was just a thing of the insidiously remote
past; ludicrously baring its meaningless fangs before
it wholesomely lost every iota of its voice,
Lets unite in the religion of humanity today; to
unequivocally disseminate the immortal virtue of
mankind; dazzle into a bountifully royal tomorrow….
And yesterday was just a thing of the tragically
shattered past; profusely betraying light and hope;
before it was ferociously punished to the island of
satanic hell,
Lets unite in beats of immortal love today; embracing
one and all irrespective of caste; creed and color;
alike; to sway forever in the corridors of marvelous
heaven; everytime the Creator wanted us to be born
once again tomorrow….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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