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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1637.
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Pricelessly equal
PRICELESSLY EQUAL…
Neither were you more extravagantly fairer than me; neither were you
more
pathetically weaker than the most lugubriously dwindling bone down my
spine,
Neither were you more bountifully truthful than me; neither were you
more
disastrously lying than most salaciously perverted ingredient of my
blood,
Neither were you more blazingly dynamic than me; neither were you more
dolorously cowardly than the most grotesquely ribald germs of fear in
my
stagnating brain,
Neither were you more eclectically brilliant than me; neither were you
more
shamefully dwindling than the most asphyxiated corpse of hopelessness
in my
shriveled persona,
Neither were you more unflinchingly triumphant than me; neither were
you
more bawdily defeated than the most forlornly crippling of my failures,
Neither were you more effulgently passionate than me; neither were you
more
treacherously stagnating than the most decaying figment of
meaninglessness
in my decrepit body,
Neither were you more resplendently surreal than me; neither were you
more
satanically monotonous than the most lecherously deteriorating of my
corporate profiles,
Neither were you more ingeniously evolving than me; neither were you
more
redundantly parasitic than the most viciously slandering apogees of my
rubicund tongue,
Neither were you more royally blessed than me; neither were you more
unfortunately lambasted than the most salaciously withering moments of
my
devastated life,
Neither were you more exuberantly sensuous than me; neither were you
more
lackadaisically nonchalant than the most preposterously wasting of my
moods,
Neither were you more miraculously fertile than me; neither were you
more
ludicrously impotent than the most onerously slavering of my shattered
times,
Neither were you more invincibly honest than me; neither were you more
venomously flagrant than the most lividly distorted of my fugitively
obliterating shadow,
Neither were you more infallibly faithful than me; neither were you
more
carnivorously betraying than the most miserably battered of my
crumbling
senses,
Neither were you more inimitably talented than me; neither were you
more
sleazily blanch than the most inanely amorphous of my egregiously
estranged
nerves,
Neither were you more ecstatically galloping than me; neither were you
more
indolently stationery than the most faintest of my penuriously
diminishing
of whispers,
Neither were you more ebulliently redolent than me; neither were you
more
repugnantly stinking than the most obliviously morbid of my insane
carcass
of bones,
Neither were you more symbiotically philanthropic than me; neither were
you
more violently prejudiced than the most perniciously obsessive of my
nightmares,
Neither were you more vivaciously unfettered than me; neither were you
more
ominously incarcerated than the most dangerously chained idiosyncrasies
of
my indifferently strangulated existence,
And Neither were you more vibrantly living than me; neither were you
more
perpetually dead than the most hopelessly flailing of my very final
breath,
Only because the Omnipotent Creator had created both you and me; and
every
other of our infinite living kind; even the most infinitesimally
disappearing aspect of every one of us alive on planet divine; as
forever
priceless; inequitably synergistic and wonderfully equal….
©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: fear poems, prejudice poems
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1638.
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Pricelessly Impregnable Humanity
You’ve taken my very own scarlet blood O! heavenly son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my astoundingly pristine and timelessly priceless; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own venerated milk O! beautiful son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my bountifully blossoming and unabashedly impeccable; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own intriguing brain O! enamoring son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my celestially amazing and mischievously bouncing; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own silken shadow O! stupendous son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my wonderfully untainted and jubilantly ecstatic; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own uninhibited smile O! majestic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my inimitably magnetic and fabulously effulgent; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own inscrutable destiny lines O! effervescent son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my incredulously handsome and victoriously unimpeachable; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own inimitably humble name O! royal son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my poignantly iridescent and eternally fructifying; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own romantic artistry O! blazing son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my triumphantly unfettered and symbiotically innocent; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own mellifluous voice O! charismatic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my bounteously emollient and euphorically fearless; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own towering height O! regale son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my indisputably peerless and synergistically truthful; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own passionate eyes O! resplendent son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my fearlessly humanitarian and tirelessly discovering; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own chocolate brown color O! holistic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my invincibly wondrous and spell-bindingly ecstatic; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own ebullient body contours O! benign son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my immaculately benevolent and magnanimously humanitarian; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own fiery breath O! rhapsodic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my blissfully unadulterated and interminably bubby; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own optimistic face O! vivacious son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my timelessly flowering and melodiously rejuvenated; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own broadened shoulders O! magical son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my gloriously unprejudiced and nostalgically rueful; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own princely dimples O! victorious son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my spotlessly unbiased and surreally panoramic; duplicate,
You’ve taken my very own compassionate heart O! unshakable son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my adorably sensitive and ubiquitously indomitable; duplicate,
So whereas it was absolutely natural and nothing great that you were my exactly astounding duplicate O! heavenly son;
The greatest of all virtues; the greatest of all gifts; the greatest of all endowment; the greatest of all power; the greatest of all virility; the greatest of all divinity; was infact given to you by the Omniscient Lord; who miraculously blessed you and every organism alike with the pricelessly impregnable religion of “Humanity” to symbiotically survive for an infinite more of your destined lifetimes…
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1639.
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Proud Inheritance
A brittle shell camouflaged my body,
engraved with multicolored stripes of steel gray,
slimy in texture, resembling dead chunks of wood,
as hard as a rock, unmoved when blasted with explosive.
a fleshy neck protruded from my hollow skull,
imprisoning a slender pink tongue swallowing glow
worm,
compact sets of teeth were for churning meal,
i retraced my nose within cozy comforts of body pouch,
the moment it smelt the unmistakable aroma of
approaching man.
a pair of eyeball beads composed my vision,
sighting appetizing prey in murky ambience of light,
maneuvering my lazy feet to the place I resided,
triggering my instincts of self defense,
warning me round the clock of possible predators
encroaching upon.
I swam at painstaking speed in stagnant pond of
monsoon water,
Nibbled floating weed, drank lots of liquid,
Lay topsy-turvy on clay strewn banks of river,
With my belly bathing in dazzling rays of the sun god,
My head inches within my tubular body,
Whirlwinds of tension far away from my silhouette,
Meditating jungle rhymes in this state of dormancy,
Till pangs of hunger stimulated me to hunt,
I knew the creator had blessed me with more than a
century of life,
As I had proudly inherited the form of a tortoise from
my still alive mother.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1640.
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Q & A
If there was the devil of torturously asphyxiating death right infront and behind my back; insidiously waiting to horrifically choke me till my very last cupful of breath,
If there was the devil of truculently penalizing death right on top and beneath my silhouette; diabolically waiting to bury me an infinite feet beneath my cadaverously satanic grave,
If there was the devil of gruesomely charring death at each corner towards my left and trembling right; intransigently waiting to devour every robust bone of my countenance,
If there was the devil of perpetually silent death at every construable cranny of the atmosphere that I cast my innocuous eyes towards; ominously waiting to cold-bloodedly demolish even the most inconspicuous trace of my holistic existence,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go? ? ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d tirelessly march forward in my mission to beautifully converge all spurious fraternities of religion into the religion of unassailable humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the hedonistic devil to give me LIFE or DEATH; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe…
1…
If there was the devil of vindictively stabbing death right infront and behind my eyes; relentlessly waiting to snap every conceivable fang of my harmonious survival,
If there was the devil of amorphously dastardly death right on top and beneath my shadow; intractably waiting to poison every shade of my synergistic life with the venom of unfathomably sinful hatred,
If there was the devil of parasitically pulverizing death at each corner towards my left and nimble right; sadistically waiting to crucify me to frigidly deadened ash the instant I alighted even a single foot,
If there was the devil of lecherously lambasting death in every perceivable gallery of the atmosphere on which I symbiotically floated; heartlessly waiting to incarcerate every element of triumphant happiness in my soul; in the gallows of murderously sinister hell,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go? ? ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d inexhaustibly march forward to wonderfully mitigate every echelon of brutally estranged humanity; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me LIFE or DEATH; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe…
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If there was the devil of bizarrely bludgeoning death right infront and behind my countenance; mercilessly waiting to horribly crunch me like limp meat; the next time when the pangs of hunger arose in his deliriously threadbare stomach,
If there was the devil of tawdrily indiscriminate death right on top and beneath my heart; irrevocably waiting to devastate every of its beats into sleazily obfuscated nothingness; the instant it bonded with the true love of its life,
If there was the devil of scurrilously decrepit death at each corner towards the left and right of my diminutive persona; frenetically waiting to demonically slit the soft skin of my throat; to mollify the itching of his uncouthly slandering nails,
If there was the devil of egregiously slaining death in every ingredient of the atmosphere which I majestically caressed; inconsolably waiting to roast my delightfully supple skin at the crackle of traumatically usurping midnight,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go? ? ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unstoppably march forward to coalesce my soul with the fragrance of perennially proliferating living kind; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me LIFE or DEATH; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe…
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If there was the devil of vengefully ribald death right infront and behind my chest; flagrantly waiting to extricate the last droplet of scarlet blood from my poignant veins; to take his treacherously routine morning bath,
If there was the devil of ghastily stoning death right on top and beneath my feet; gorily wanting to feast his eyes on an infinite elements of my caricature; being ruthlessly excoriated by the unsparingly hideous vultures,
If there was the devil of traumatically terrorizing death at each corner towards my left and humble right; raunchily waiting to dissolve me into the coffin of nothingness; everytime I reached the pinnacle of egalitarian bliss,
If there was the devil of ignominiously maiming death in every puff of air that I inhaled into the jacket of my quintessential lungs; endlessly waiting to puncture every trifle of my body with a mortuary of infinite blood-stained thorns,
Q= Then you’d be wondering as to where would I save myself; what would I do shield my scalp; as to where the hell would I gallop and go? ? ?
A= Well irrespective of whatever; I’d unflinchingly march forward diffusing the essence of live and royally let live to the farthest corner of this Universe; as it simply wasn’t in the hands of the cannibalistic devil to give me LIFE or DEATH; and the Creator who had wholesome control over my very first and very last breath; had evolved me to solely to love every of his organism on the trajectory of this fathomless globe…
©copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
Read more: death poems, happiness poems, life poems
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