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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Before two bodies could meet
' BEFORE TWO BODIES COULD MEET….'
Before two eyes could perpetually meet; it was tirelessly indispensable that their majestically unfettered and symbiotically convivial empathy; should forever and blissfully meet,
Before two lips could perpetually meet; it was boundlessly indispensable that their sensuously proliferating and timelessly igniting passion; should forever and impregnably meet,
Before two palms could perpetually meet; it was insurmountably indispensable that their beautifully benign and inexhaustibly philanthropic selflessness; should forever and unassailably meet,
Before two bloodstreams could perpetually meet; it was limitlessly indispensable that their celestially unfettered and inimitably brilliant fragrance; should forever and ecstatically meet,
Before two fingers could perpetually meet; it was unceasingly indispensable; that their wonderfully emollient and royally blessing artistry; should forever and triumphantly meet,
Before two skins could perpetually meet; it was irrefutably indispensable; that their pristinely burgeoning and unfathomably astounding mischief; should forever and enchantingly meet,
Before two brains could perpetually meet; it was unconquerably indispensable; that their panoramically liberated and marvelously humanitarian fantasies; should forever and ever-pervadingly meet,
Before two shadows could perpetually meet; it was unsurpassably indispensable; that their fathomlessly mesmerizing and mellifluously mollifying tranquility; should forever and insuperably meet,
Before two shoulders could perpetually meet; it was unlimitedly indispensable; that their magically mitigating and benevolently Herculean strength; should forever and exuberantly meet,
Before two feet could perpetually meet; it was indomitably indispensable; that their spectacularly brazen and uncannily tantalizing adventures; should forever and vividly meet,
Before two ears could perpetually meet; it was poignantly indispensable; that their gloriously untainted and supremely Omnipotent sensitivity; should forever and blessedly meet,
Before two tongues could perpetually meet; it was irrevocably indispensable; that their aristocratically unbridled and jubilantly enlightening melody; should forever and eternally meet,
Before two conscience’s could perpetually meet; it was inexorably indispensable; that their miraculously ameliorating and effulgently optimistic truths; should forever and resplendently meet,
Before two eyelashes could perpetually meet; it was immutably indispensable; that their spell-bindingly nubile and beautifully synergistic flirtations; should forever and victoriously meet,
Before two bellies could perpetually meet; it was immeasurably indispensable; that their unbelievably charismatic and magnificently rhapsodic titillations; should forever and unshakably meet,
Before two bones could perpetually meet; it was wholesomely indispensable; that their ebulliently enamoring and untiringly sacrosanct ambitions; should forever and indisputably meet,
Before two breaths could perpetually meet; it was interminably indispensable; that their passionately Omnipresent and unrestrictedly augmenting sensualities; should forever and undefeatedly meet,
Before two hearts could perpetually meet; it was fundamentally indispensable; that their immortally unstoppable and Omnisciently faithful beats; should forever and heavenly meet,
And before two bodies could perpetually meet; it was infallibly indispensable; that their profoundly impeccable and bountifully emancipating souls; should forever and invincibly meet…
©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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170.
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Big Thumb
When I held it dead straight and candidly in free
space; people thought I was being overwhelmingly rude
and cheeky,
When I sucked it passionately in my mouth; people
thought I was just an innocuously overgrown child;
unfit to exist in monotonous society,
When I curled it stubbornly to form a fist; people
thought I was in an invidiously wild mood to punch and
fight,
When I slanted it a trifle towards the left or right;
people thought I wanted a brazen and speedy lift,
When I pressed it ardently on scintillating white
paper after dipping it in sapphire pools of ink;
people thought that I was illiterate; didn’t even know
how to prudently sign,
When I raised it above my shoulders for incessant
lengths of time; people thought that I gruesomely
stranded; wanted to abscond to more blissful places
than the eerie mist surrounding me,
When I folded it pathetically into boundless knots;
people thought that I was disdainfully maim;
endeavoring my best against crippled time,
When I tapped it relentlessly on the desk; people
thought that I was peevishly irritated; desired to be
left in immortal peace and all alone,
When I rubbed it voraciously across my armory of
teeth; people thought I had dropped freshly from the
rustic village; wasn’t acquainted the slightest to
contemporary toothbrush and stringent paste,
When I hoisted it vivaciously towards my friends in
times of perilous examinations; people thought that I
was wishing my comrades all the very best,
When I probed it forward to sprinkle crimson vermilion
in the hair of my beloved; people thought I had tied
the nuptial thread; bonded myself into the swirl of
sacred marriage,
When I ominously hurled in sedate atmosphere; people
thought I had intentions of breaking somebody's nose;
waded back in petrified terror,
When I obnoxiously pointed it downwards towards black
mud; people thought I was in a mood to contemptuously
insult; ridicule sagacious entities to inconspicuous
dust,
When I caressed it on colossal slabs of white ice;
people thought that I trying to generate tremors of
inexplicable excitement in my languidly dreary
persona,
When I whole heartedly offered it to kids to play;
people thought that I was extremely philanthropic; had
this insatiable desire to help human kind,
When I twisted it fervently to capsize the pen; people
thought that I was in an uninhibited spree to write,
When I engulfed it wholesomely with colored gloves;
people thought that I was involved in heinous crimes;
was trying to surreptitiously sequester my trail of
vulnerable fingerprints,
When I feverishly bit it umpteenth number of times in
the day; people thought that I was encapsulated with
incomprehensible anxiety; was waiting for precarious
time to rapidly unveil,
When I held it intractably against my lips; people
thought I was trying to intimidate them into
brutalized silence,
When I amicably waved it towards the chair; people
thought that I instructing them to congenially sit and
relish in fantasy,
O! My God; although it was just a short stub of fat
flesh protruding from my palms; my big thumb was
really something to ponder about; my big thumb was
incredulously astounding….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Bury me near the mosque of my Creator….
Whether you choose to barbarously butcher my impoverished body into an infinite pieces of orphaned flesh and bone; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely mollifying death,
Whether you choose to brutally pulverize my limp body by driving a boundless bulldozers over each of its inflated contours; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely liberating death,
Whether you choose to ruthlessly rip apart every organ of my stagnant body- to play sadistically with it under the unsparingly venomous midnight; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely silencing death,
Whether you choose to cannibalistically submerge my lifeless body into an ocean of hedonistically fuming acid; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely placating death,
Whether you choose to gruesomely feed my worthless body as the sole meal to your ferociously famished dogs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blissful death,
Whether you choose to maniacally bludgeon my feelingless body with the most acrimonious of cleavers—just to release the extra ounce of energy thwarting in your bones; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely still death,
Whether you choose to demonically stab my expressionless body with the utmost narcissism and with a countless blood stained knives; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely restful death,
Whether you choose to pugnaciously slander my penurious body-hurling every conceivable expletive at it hanging it upside down in the absolute center of the world; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely finishing death,
Whether you choose to wretchedly defecate every perceivable waste of yours on my unflinching body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely transcending death,
Whether you choose to vindictively strangulate my neck till my eyes popped and bounced limitless kilometers outside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely blessing death,
Whether you choose to salaciously spit on my stony body in unison with the entire unceasing globe; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely irretrievable death,
Whether you choose to sardonically crunch each bone of my fetid body—to relish the parsimoniously fine chowder that evolved; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely ameliorating death,
Whether you choose to indulge into an infinite controversies regards the status of my hapless body—the opulence it had hidden on this timeless planet; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely absolving death,
Whether you choose to let loose every wildly stinging scorpion on earth upon my unnerved body; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely healing death,
Whether you choose to viciously hurl my decaying body into the land of the devilishly rampaging dinosaurs; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely wonderful death,
Whether you choose to deliriously stamp upon my evanescent body with the whole Universe-till I puked out whatever little fluid left inside; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely inebriating death,
Whether you choose to bombard my speechless body with the most atrocious bombs and nuclear missiles of your time; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely resting death,
Whether you choose to abominably dissect my orphaned body—scientifically analyze and criticize each of its oblivious part; after my inevitably veritable and wholesomely uniting death,
And do whatever you choose after my veritable death—I really don’t give a damn to even the most indescribably sinful of your actions O! parasitic man—but please do me just one ultimate favor of burying me in whatever form you have me after your mutilation-somewhere near the mosque of my Omnipotent Creator….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Changing faces of weather
Flashes of red swept across my eyes,
blended with infinite dust particles of atmosphere,
as fireballs of sun blazed through the sky,
penetrating sapphire blue cloud covers,
falling in strong beams of light,
lightening dull patches of suspended moisture,
filtering stringently through transparent tree leaf,
submerging the entire galaxy with enchanting golden,
fumigating stale drain water with shades of boiling
heat,
scorching naked stone pebbles strewn on beds of the
mountain river.
The car seat rocked violently,
tender bones of my body reverberated with mounting
speeds,
curtain spreads of green rushed past my vision,
meandering curves of the valley descended towards the
horizon,
hordes of wild monkey occasionally danced on car roof,
a camouflage of ripened banana hung from tall tree,
orphan splinters of ice cascaded down the valley,
a battalion of Christmas pine projected from terrain
trajectory,
the tropical weather displayed erratic fluctuation,
vast layers of crystal sky developed blotches of dirty
grey,
bright spots of sunshine were overpowered by
thunderous cloud,
ravishing smiles crept from angular corners of my
mouth,
i then stretched my feet in the cozy interiors of my
crimson Mercedes,
as gigantic droplets of rain pelted in fury,
from the sky which now resembled,
white canvas painted with pure deathly black.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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