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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Companion
The flamboyantly blazing rays of the marvelously royal
Sun; were my passionately piquant companions; for the
perseveringly sweltering day,
Ravishing beams of mystically resplendent moonlight;
were my eternally gratifying companions; for the
voluptuously silken night,
The tree leaves rustling in spell binding
vivaciousness; were my most blissful companions in my
times of; disastrously sordid loneliness,
Springs of Omnisciently cascading water; were my
bountifully quelling companions; when I dreadfully
sulked in a whirlpool of abominably horrendous dirt,
Pristine shores incessantly rumbling with
tantalizingly undulating waves; were my ravishingly
tangy companions; in my times of drearily despicable
depression,
Fathomless carpets of enchantingly grandiloquent
skies; were my timelessly invincible companions; in my
times of lackadaisically crippling boredom,
Hives of melodiously sweet and glitteringly golden
honey; were my beautifully enamoring companions; in my
times of gruesomely malevolent bitterness,
Truculently vibrant tornados of patriotism; were my
unflinchingly intrepid companions; in my times of
remorsefully morbid stagnation and doleful malice,
Innocuously Omnipotent and divinely children; were my
unequivocally benign companions; in my times of
horrendously manipulative distress,
Enigmatically slithering and charismatic snakes; were
my enchantingly evoking companions; in my times of
maniacally commercial monotonousness,
Redolently everlasting and incredulously profuse
roses; were my integrally handsome companions; in my
times of despairingly staggering melancholy,
Whirlwinds of untamed exuberance; were my perpetually
bestowing companions; in my times of nonchalantly
dwindling towards my gorily sinister corpse,
Aristocratically silken and mesmerizing feathers; were
my magically symbiotic companions; in my times of
irascibly disdainful nervousness,
Rhapsodically raining marshmallows of azure clouds;
were my torrentially dynamic companions; in my times
of penalizingly sorrowful banishment,
Tantalizingly boisterous and fascinating fairies; were
my ingratiatingly iridescent companions; in my times
of disgustingly orphaned prejudice,
Rivers of impeccably glistening milk; were my
celestially profound companions; in my times of
murderously abhorrent fanaticism,
Omnipresently sacrosanct steps of the princely mosque;
were my pricelessly ultimate companions; in my times
of inexplicably unending and tyrannizing trauma,
Fireballs of insatiably untamed breath; were my
tumultuously compassionate companions; in my times of
dastardly extinguishing into winds of cowardly
oblivion,
But your immortally impregnable and ebullient heart;
was my Omnipotently eternal companion; for each
impoverished moment of my present; and countless more
optimistically scintillating lifetimes…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Cuckoo Clock
Made of curvaceous ornamental brass,
sometimes parallel straight arms of white metal,
coated with different shades of radium paint,
hung to long center pivot thoroughly oiled and
greased,
the hour hand moves at painstaking speed,
the minute hand ticks a shade faster,
the second hand is the fastest of them all.
all thick needles displaying time,
passing moments of pragmatic life,
traversing in circular clockwise journeys,
in a background of finely calibrated dial,
and roman numerals ascending from one to twelve,
all this compactly imprisoned in water proof glass,
tightened by an artillery of shock proof screw,
triggered by maze of compressed springs,
with gold plated chains suspended to be wound,
and the chirpy cuckoo announcing its presence every
hour,
with melodious cadence of bird sound,
nailed to plaster in our living room,
winning accolades of innumerable visitors,
is our unfailingly loyal cuckoo clock.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Death will always remain death
Lies will always remain treacherously lambasting Lies. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the handsomely invincible Everest; or whether you place it amidst the most bountifully proliferating of soil; makes not even the slightest of difference.
Hatred will always remain baselessly abhorrent Hatred. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the enchantingly inimitable clouds; or whether you place it amidst every droplet of tantalizingly mesmerizing rain cascading; makes not even the most infinitesimal of difference.
Terrorism will always remain tyrannically abominable Terrorism. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the tangily undulating waves; or whether you place it amidst the fathomlessly jubilant shores; makes not even the most ethereal of difference.
Indiscrimination will always remain pathetically maiming Indiscrimination. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the poignantly scarlet rose; or whether you place it amidst the mist of everlastingly burgeoning scent; makes not even the most transient of difference.
War will always remain hedonistically slandering War. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the vivaciously intrepid tree; or whether you place it amidst the compassionately impregnable roots; makes not even the most obfuscated of difference.
Fear will always remain wantonly inexplicable Fear. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the unassailably humanitarian dwelling; or whether you place it amidst the insuperably emollient foundations of righteousness; makes not even the most obliterated of difference.
Cold-bloodedness will always remain diabolically unsavory Cold-bloodedness. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the pricelessly egalitarian sky; or whether you place amidst the unconquerably redolent earth; makes not even the most obsolete of difference.
Slavery will always remain preposterously forlorn Slavery. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the vividly victorious rainbow; or whether you place it amidst the ecstatically galloping atmosphere; makes not even the most evaporating of difference.
Hysteria will always remain lividly impotent Hysteria. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the effulgently sparkling meadows; or whether you place it amidst the resplendently sensuous dewdrops; makes not even the most inconspicuous of difference.
Depression will always remain intolerably crucifying Depression. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the optimistically flaming Sun; or whether you place it amidst unflinchingly royal golden rays; makes not even the most insouciant of difference.
Dishonesty will always remain traumatically truculent Dishonesty. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the incomparably voluptuous gorge; or whether you place it amidst the most astoundingly stupefying tranquility; makes not even the most imperturbable of difference.
Politics will always remain sacrilegiously depraving Politics. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the peerlessly unsurpassable moon; or whether you place it amidst the most iridescently twinkling shimmer; makes not even the most fugitive of difference.
Rape will always remain unforgivably sinful Rape. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the eternally Omniscient temple; or whether you place it amidst infinite rivers of miraculous holiness; makes not even the most disappearing of difference.
Corruption will always remain disgustingly deteriorating Corruption. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the unceasingly symbiotic brain; or whether you place it amidst an endless unconquerable dreams of glorious brotherhood; makes not even the most inane of difference.
Prostitution will always remain satanically abject Prostitution. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the impeccably pristine oyster; or whether you place it amidst the most indomitably benign shimmer of innocence; makes not even the most ephemeral of difference.
Laziness will always remain lackadaisically meaningless Laziness. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the tirelessly ever-pervading paradise; or whether you place it amidst the amiably dancing fairies of tomorrow; makes not even the most nonchalant of difference.
Betrayal will always remain gratuitously demonic Betrayal. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of mellifluously harmonious beehive; or whether you place it amidst all the rhapsodically interminable sweetness of the Universe; makes not even the most feckless of difference.
Devilishness will always remain horrifically penalizing Devilishness. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of the undefeatedly Omnipotent saint; or whether you place it amidst every sermon of invincibly coalescing humanity; makes not even the most flickering of difference.
And Death will always remain inevitably torturous Death. Whether you place it on the absolute epitome of unshakably Omnipresent Heaven; or whether you place it amidst every veritably blessed ingredient on this Universe; makes not even the most hapless of difference.
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Deep Ocean of Secrets…
Deep Ocean of Secrets…
Be it belonging to the infinitesimally irate ant; who traversed an infinite steps in its journey from the bottom of the majestic dinner table; to its tantalizingly steaming top,
Be it belonging to the stoically invincible Everest; which stood with its head high as the lone unflinchingly exuberant warrior; even as the entire planet beside was dissolving into the mortuaries of hopelessness,
Be it belonging to the measly disheveled mushroom; frenetically staggering with each draught of fresh air; trying to solidly emboss its very own place in the languid bits of mud circumscribing it,
Be it belonging to the wondrously tangy wave; dissipating into an unparalleled festoon of royal froth; triggering an inevitable smile on every bygone face, after clashing against the seductive black rocks,
Be it belonging to the voluptuously crimson thundercloud; which craved and craved and unstoppably craved for its time; to melt into a boundless droplets of everlastingly mollifying rain,
Be it belonging to the incongruously bohemian barking dog; who uncontrollably growled nineteen to the dozen even in ghastly midnight; until its voice was eventually heard by its callous master,
Be it belonging to the perennially flowering tree; which blossomed into umpteenth a dazzling leaf every now and again; and whose each minuscule root had entrapped in it; the hidden enigmas of a time before time was pragmatically born,
Be it belonging to the diminutively impoverished cubicle of stray ice; trembling an infinite times every unfurling instant; in anticipation of its worst enemy the “Sun” blazing out; and forever pulverizing the chapter of its existence beyond its livid grave,
Be it belonging to the indiscriminately behemoth dinosaur; for whom everything else on earth was a maudlin buffoonery of time; as it toyed with all creation in the center of its palm; till its last breath destined,
Be it belonging to the insignificantly tiny shell lying astray on the skewed shores; fighting left; right and center for its very existence; even as each gigantic wave inexorably tried to drown to the rock bottom of the sea,
Be it belonging to the vivaciously dancing peacock; which spread its romantic plumage full throttle in anticipation of its dream mate; with the very first showers of ravishingly golden rain,
Be it belonging to the obnoxiously fetid cockroach; spending an infinite of its lives fretfully meandering round the disdainful lavatory seat; an indescribable miles far away from the freshness of rising sunlight,
Be it belonging to the raunchily descending bat; searching for every conceivable prey of its blindfolded; since its very first cry of morosely blackened and topsy-turvy hackneyed life,
Be it belonging to most impoverished ingredient of the atmosphere; swept to its non-existent grave every second by the slightest puff of wind; and then found floating again in some indecipherable part of the fathomless Universe,
Be it belonging to the very last brick in the boundlessly deep foundation; which timelessly winced in unheard pain; an intransigently agonizing scream which fell on deaf ears and with only the darkness around it as its lone companion,
Be it belonging to the pinch of vapid dust; which either got ruthlessly swept; heartlessly trampled; ludicrously blown; condemningly spat upon; by every cold-blooded stroke of unsparing destiny,
Be it belonging to the velvety blade of emerald grass; which perennially romanced in the aisles of untamed desire; with each droplet of mesmerizing golden dew,
Be it belonging to the evanescent entrenchment of the parsimonious horizons; which try as hard as they could; but were never successful in salvaging their own identity; amidst the day; afternoon and wild night,
Be it belonging to the incongruously babbling eunuch; stretching to every threshold of raucously unimaginable obscenity; in order to evict those quintessential bundles of currency from the spurious society outside,
O! Yes, be it belonging to conceivably anyone on this tirelessly ingratiating earth; every palpitating heart has; is; and shall forever remain an unconquerably “Deep Ocean of secrets”…
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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