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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1677.
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Please forgive me
I know I may have pinched you several times; causing
you to wince in contorted agony,
I know I may have pummeled you to the ground; hurling
at you a volley of poignant abuse,
I know I may have kicked you in the stomach; made a
face at you resembling a hideous demon,
I know I may have splashed your face with orange
juice; soiling your impeccable clothing with infinite
blemishes of black paint,
I know I may have stared at you in animosity;
fomenting you to ooze tears down your glistening
cheeks,
I know I may have made you trip; poking my large toe
deliberately in your way,
I know I may have scowled at you umpteenth number of
times; tickling you in your ribs when you didn't want
it the slightest,
I know I may have shrug off the breakfast plate in
utter disdain; dictating you thunderously to make it
all over again,
I know I may have sprinkled upon you freezing water;
inundating your persona with frozen ice in the peak of
winter,
I know I may have used my pen to thrash you; more than
I might have used it to write literature,
I know I may have philandered with several girls;
giving them a peck on their cheeks right in front of
your eyes,
I know I may have dropped debris intermittently on the
ground; just to appease myself sighting you picking
them up,
I know I may have wrecked you out of tranquil sleep
large no of times in the night; with a volley of my
monstrous snores,
I know I may have interrogated you till eternity;
asking you divulge an account of each minute; in order
to pacify my suspicions,
I know I may have forgotten your birthday; not
remembering to wish you on the hour which God created
you,
I know I may not have written to you; even after being
weeks away from you on a business trip,
I know I may have drunk boundless pegs of voluptuous
wine; stumbling on half the words I uttered in front
of your revered parents,
I know I may have curtailed you to household chores;
refraining you from stepping out in this flamboyant
world,
And I know I may have behaved like a perfect brute all
these years; rebuking you on many occasions in front
of the society,
But then; they were those moments when the human in me
had metamorphosed into a savage animal; the tyranny of
earning had crippled the innocent child in me;
annihilating all my perceptions about romance and
bondage,
While let me candidly tell you today; that I have
always loved you; valued your caress more than any
other object existing in this world; have longed for
your company more than the Sun has longed to shine;
and I know that perhaps you wouldn't even prefer to
look at me in this lifetime of mine; but I will still
say this; as I love you more than myself; that 'PLEASE
FORGIVE ME'...
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1678.
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Please remember all the answers…
Ask the pristinely large eyed child; as to how does it feel after losing both his parents; to the most tragically unfortunate and demonically pulverizing of car crash?
Ask the century old royal tree; as to how does it feel after being ruthlessly uprooted from its compassionate mother soil; just for viciously illuminating; the politician’s every spurious bonfire night?
Ask the majestically unabashed ocean; as to how does it feel after cold-bloodedly scurrilous man indiscriminately used it for the most derogatory nuclear experimentation; unstoppably killed its aristocratic fish and life; for his worthlessly impotent cuisine?
Ask the eternally burgeoning mother; as to how does she feel after the most priceless ingredient of her womb; her son; was eventually beheaded by the enemy camp; who’d being diabolically torturing him since times immemorial?
Ask the unsurpassably towering building; as to how does it feel after the brutally devastating earthquake; which uncompromisingly rattled and shattered the foundations of all races and times?
Ask the adroitly blissful fish; as to how does it feel after being heartlessly placed in the unsparingly simmering oven; after relishing and replenishing each element of its life; as the ultimate queen of the fathomless sea?
Ask the bounteously spawning soil; as to how does it feel after being barbarously ploughed with the most invidiously carnivorous pickaxes of menacing steel; in man’s rapacious thirst to discover and strike gold?
Ask the vivaciously enamoring rainbow; as to how does it feel after the clouds and rain wholesomely disappeared; with nothing else but the indefatigably blazing Sun evaporating every conceivable thing in the atmosphere?
Ask the exuberantly ecstatic youngster; as to how does it feel after being subjected to the direct wrath of the atom bomb; being further left alongwith countless more of his generations to crawl without arms and legs; upon salaciously cold ground?
Ask the fearlessly true soldier; as to how does it feel after being gracefully handed back to his respective country by the opposition; and then being addressed as an infertile traitor for the remainder of his life?
Ask the redolently unconquerable rose; as to how does it feel after each of its compassionate petal in infinite millions of its kind; were sinfully plucked and then pervertedly flushed down the lavatory hole?
Ask the tantalizingly moistened dewdrop; as to how does it feel after the acrimoniously unsparing rays of the belligerent summer; evaporated even the most infinitesimal ounce of it; till times immemorial?
Ask the convivially ebullient bird; as to how does it feel after the pugnaciously acid coated kite string; satanically cut the impregnably united mass of its wings; into a worthless two?
Ask the independently invincible flag; as to how does it feel after being conquered and replaced; by the flag of ominously incarcerating and deplorably ribald dictatorship?
Ask the unassailably humanitarian blood; as to how does it feel after being amorphously dissected into the devilish boundaries and vindictive differences of color/caste/creed and tribe?
Ask the ecstatically twinkling eye; as to how does it feel after being subjected to infinite billion tears of sheer hopelessness; inflicted by the venomous commercialism of this treacherously manipulative world today?
Ask the endlessly fantasizing brain; as to how does it feel after being subjected to unendingly sadistic germs of monotony; in order to carry forward the inevitable swirl of pragmatically massacring life?
Ask the immortally passionate heart; as to how does it feel after being hedonistically poisoned with the inconsolable mortuaries; of demonically asphyxiating betrayal?
And the next time you ever feel sad; or hopelessly insignificant; or inexplicably depressed for no ostensible reason and rhyme; even after possessing all of God’s impregnably enamoring endowments upon mankind intact; then please for heaven sake do remember all the answers….
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Nikhil Parekh
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1679.
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Please Stop War
Please Stop War; Please Stop indiscriminately terrorizing hatred to
reign as
the most supremely inebriating and acrimoniously rebuking ingredient;
of the
atmosphere,
Please Stop War; Please Stop Poverty from perpetuating its maliciously
ghastly curse to every quarter of the planet; as countless innocent
were
rendered hopeless; and without a single roof to sequester their scalps,
Please Stop War; Please Stop indiscriminately uncouth racialism;
ghettoizing
holistically bountiful society; into frigidly polarized and abominably
shivering halves,
Please Stop War; Please Stop uncontrollably atrocious misery without
the
tiniest rhyme or reason; as boundless innocuous civilians cadaverously
rotted in the aisles of reproachfully stabbing disease,
Please Stop War; Please Stop limitless impeccable infants from
treacherously
emaciating; with every conceivable trace of food and water;
pugnaciously
metamorphosing into vindictively gory blood,
Please Stop War; Please Stop the coffin of unforgivable diabolism
straddle
its grip; upon every pristinely untainted chest and soul; till times
beyond
infinite infinity,
Please Stop War; Please Stop the nightmare of perpetual disaster from
ghoulishly enshrouding every philanthropic brain; even in the most
blisteringly Omnipotent of daylight,
Please Stop War; Please Stop the scorpion of egregious abhorrence
venomously
blinding even the most effusively brilliant of your senses; to
mortuaries of
inexplicably endless despair,
Please Stop War; Please Stop politicians from taking unprecedented
advantage
of the same; salaciously busy in gobbling votes from the one community
that
they sanctimoniously supported,
Please Stop War; Please Stop the intransigently hazardous apocalypses
of
nuclear war; cursedly victimizing countless more generations yet to be
born;
with the fangs of unfathomably incurable apathy and angst,
Please Stop War; Please Stop the indescribably penalizing stench of
inhumanity forever disrupt the fabric of God’s eternal paradise;
mercilessly
torch every trifle of compassionate sensitivity alive,
Please Stop War; Please Stop the graveyard of satanically torturing
tears;
replace every beautifully burgeoning smile; replace every construable
instant of symbiotically enamoring felicity,
Please Stop War; Please Stop the thorn of torridly tawdry unemployment
to
arise out of sheer nothingness; unsparingly lambasting its amorphous
bigotry
upon triumphantly bustling blood and youth,
Please Stop War; Please Stop Mother Soil from being lethally inundated
with
raunchily unceremonious bone and decaying carcass; rather than being
miraculously harnessed with the seeds of majestically blessing
fertility,
Please Stop War; Please Stop every pricelessly new born infant from
being
barbarously orphaned; as its parents inadvertently became the fury of
the
violently rampaging and senselessly blinded mob,
Please Stop War; Please Stop every speck of fretfully asphyxiating
desperation; wholesomely overrule the chapters of unassailably
Omnipresent
truth and gloriously undaunted honesty,
Please Stop War; Please Stop fecklessly livid nervousness heckling
every
sagaciously celestial bone alive; with every organism frenetically
praying
for its next breath; instead of insuperably relishing its present one,
Please Stop War; Please Stop contemptuously baseless condemnation of
the
Lord’s eternally symbiotic living beings; tossing away inimitably
endowed
life like a chunk of wailing feces; while sadistically kissing the
coffin
till times immemorial,
Please Stop War; Please Stop utterly derogatory annihilation of the
panoramically enthralling environment; as it forever disappeared into
the
aisles of meaninglessness; while human brutally clashed sword with
blood
tainted sword,
And Please Stop War; Please Stop every beat of the perennially
throbbing
heart from bawdily wrenching in the hell of devil; rather than
timelessly
uniting with the immortally Omniscient paradise of the fathomlessly
indomitable Almighty Lord…
©copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1680.
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Poetry
If its from the center of the voluptuously enriching clouds; then it has got to be nothing else but; tantalizing droplets of blissfully soothing and blessedly emollient rain,
If its from the petals of the splendidly embellished rose; then it has got to be nothing else but; fantastically unhindered and impregnably enamoring fragrance,
If its from the pristinely untainted labyrinths of soil; then it has got to be nothing else but; brilliantly optimistic and fabulously embellished fertility,
If its from the gigantically undulating ocean; then it has got to be nothing else but; vivaciously wonderful and spell-bindingly poignant salt,
If its from the blessedly sacrosanct cow; then it has got to be nothing else but; celestially fortifying and unconquerably compassionate milk,
If its from the gallantly boisterous bumble bee; then it has got to be nothing else but; vividly enchanting and mellifluously iridescent honey,
If its from the dedicatedly twinkling eye; then it has to got be nothing else but; undauntedly handsome and triumphantly blazing intensity,
If its from the Omnipotently infallible Sun; then it has got to be nothing else but; brilliantly unfettered and undefeatedly spell-binding light,
If its from the poignantly ecstatic Wind; then it has got to be nothing else but; profoundly sensuous and unimaginably innovative exhilaration,
If its from the indomitably Herculean Mountain; then it has got to be nothing else but; perpetually subliming and convivially enshrouding unity,
If its from the fathomlessly fantastic sky; then it has got to be nothing else but; perennially venerated and artistically uninhibited openness,
If its from the marvelously virgin pearl; then it has got to be nothing else but; unfathomably resplendent and timelessly bewitching artistry,
If its from the fearlessly Godly Mother; then it has got to be nothing else but; altruistically eternal and wonderfully ameliorating care,
If its from the realms of insurmountably ignited yearning; then it has got to be nothing else but; boundlessly unparalleled and inimitably effulgent ecstasy,
If its from the jubilantly cavorting sheep; then it has got to be nothing else but; unsurpassably unadulterated and gloriously unimpeachable innocence,
If its from the victoriously scarlet blood; then it has got to be nothing else but; ardently unending and blazingly unhindered passion,
If its from the innocuously golden sweat; then it has got to be nothing else but; irrefutably righteous and truthfully synergistic perseverance,
If its from the inexhaustible dormitories of the brain; then it has got be nothing else but; surreally titillating and majestically fructifying fantasy,
If its from the mouth of the invincible lion; then it has got to be nothing else but; unlimitedly unconquerable and ferociously untamed aristocracy,
If its from the soul of the newborn child; then it has got to be nothing else but; unassailably fecund and brilliantly optimistic truth,
If its from the body of the astoundingly gifted seed; then it has got to be nothing else but; timelessly endowing and astoundingly blessing proliferation,
If its from the lines of the incoherently sculptured palm; then it has got to be nothing else but; inexplicably reverberating and uncannily inscrutable adventure,
If its from the fierily robust nostrils; then it has got to be nothing else but; inevitably divine and magically mitigating breath,
And if its from the innermost realms of the passionate heart; then it has got to be nothing else but immortally Omnipresent and endlessly captivating “Poetry”
©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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