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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1757.
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Sucess would forever be yours
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you always stay
flagrantly disheartened; cursing even the most
infinitesimal whiplash of wind; that brushed across
your sullen cheeks?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you keep
nonchalantly prattling about hedonistically lambasted
misery; even in the most brilliantly majestic rays of
the morning Sun?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you bizarrely
ruminate about things which werent the slightest
existing; whiling away countless hours of your life
without any sagacious reason or rhyme?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you shudder to
attempt innovations beyond the comprehensions of the
conventional society; ghoulishly incarcerating
yourself into webs of insane drudgery?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you succumb to
the frenetic pace of the monotonous world outside;
deliriously perceive only about the devil; about to
gruesomely land in your lap?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you miserably
fail time and again even in the most harmonious of
your projects; pathetically stutter to rise to the
absolute epitome of pristine prosperity?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you unrelentingly
cry when the maelstrom strikes; shrink like an
inconspicuously delinquent mosquito; into your
malicious shell?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you lose your
temper at the slightest of disparity in the
atmosphere; vacillating like a frivolous feather in
the aisles of uncertainty; for infinite more births of
yours yet to unveil?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you baselessly
groan at the tiniest of bruise; when the brutally
scorched deserts at the same time didnt utter a word;
although they were torturously torched till eternity;
in the sweltering Sun?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you nervously
cogitate for space to survive; although you the
flowers of the most majestically adorable castle;
profusely kissed you at the unfurling of every dawn?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you horrendously
mess up even the most rustically lucid things in
enigmatic existence; although timelessly proliferating
brain and brawn were unassailably on your side?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you clasp your
nimble head as if a billion knives were stabbing you
from all sides; whereas the planet unraveled into
shades of vividly burgeoning life; in every
conceivable direction outside?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you accept
nondescript defeat in every ingredient that enveloped
your blood; even before you could leap a single stride
towards the heavens of inimitable triumph?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you
dishearteningly trembled all spellbinding midnight;
just to lecherously vomit in uncontrollable
exasperation all throughout the blazingly flamboyant
day?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you slither
aimlessly on obdurately heartless ground; even as you
exerted your eyes to the most ultimate of your
capacity; browsing through the definition of victory?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you fidget in the
dungeons of decrepit oblivion; even as the most
joyously infallible waves of freshness; insatiably
wanted to embrace you from all sides?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you feel
preposterously blinded; even as the Omnipotent rays of
unblemished Moon; celestially perpetuated you in the
impeccable whites of your eyes?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you haplessly
asphyxiate yourself to a gory death; even as the
bountifully sacrosanct mantra of life; royally
cascaded from the perennially Omnipresent skies?
Well its simply because you solely depended upon your
destiny a trifle too much; eventually transforming
into a mountain without a peak when even the tiniest
of the astrologers prediction and the stars bizarrely
betrayed you; whereas all that the Almighty Lord had
commanded you; was to altruistically keep doing benign
deeds till your very last breath,
And then immortal success would forever be yours;
without the most ethereal intervention of infidel
destiny; and with the invincibly fructifying blessings
of his Omnipotent shine
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(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1758.
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Supremely Immortal
The scarlet rose was mortal; but its alluring essence
that lingered for centuries unprecedented in the
dreary atmosphere; was supremely immortal,
The blue crested nightingale was mortal; but its
enchanting sound diffusing rhapsodic melody in every
corner of the fathomless Universe; was supremely
immortal,
The dark dotted tiger was mortal; but its thunderously
deafening roar that instilled a wave of inexplicable
terror in infants even before they were born; was
supremely immortal,
The consortium of ominously dark clouds was mortal;
but the mesmerizing beauty and flamboyant grace which
they imparted to the firmament of azure sky; was
supremely immortal,
The marble shaped eye was mortal; but the marvelously
magnificent picture of the world which it provided to
the impoverished persona; was supremely immortal,
The battalion of resplendent stars twinkling in the
cosmos were mortal; but the tenacious illumination
which they conjured up every single night; was
supremely immortal,
The feather tipped fountain pen was mortal; but the
infinite lines of inspiration it had embodied for the
entire planet to enjoy and imbibe; was supremely
immortal,
The innovative Scientist was mortal; but his ensemble
of ingenious inventions which metamorphosed the
complexion of this world; were supremely immortal,
The contemporarily sleazy watch was mortal; but the
time that ticked over; prevailed profoundly ever since
the very instant this earth was created; was supremely
immortal,
The ardent philosopher was mortal; but his scores of
unequivocally philanthropic ideals casting a spell on
tangible life for decades immemorial; were supremely
immortal,
The furtively deceptive mirage was mortal; but the
sprawling blanket of scorchingly flaming desert sands;
was supremely immortal,
The incident which happened faster than the speed of
white light was mortal; but the piquant memories it
left behind; besieging the mind in wholesome entirety;
was supremely immortal,
The festoon of diamonds was mortal; but the
incorrigibly fervent glow that it radiated; coining
irrefutable benchmarks in fragile personalities; was
supremely immortal,
The solitarily deserted monsoon pond was mortal; but
the verdant vegetation it left behind; which kept
proliferating at amazing speeds into infinite more of
its kind; was supremely immortal,
The speed of thought was mortal; but the ecstatic
whirlpool of exhilaration it generated; was supremely
immortal,
The compassionately amicable smile was mortal; but the
feeling of good will which it perpetuated worldwide;
was supremely immortal,
The activity of mischievous flirtation was mortal; but
the eternal love it blissfully culminated into was;
supremely immortal,
And the body was mortal; someday found itself
inevitably beneath the morbid grave; but the spirit of
the perpetual soul it left behind; was supremely
immortal
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1759.
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Sweat
Slender slices of steel acquired the complexion of
molten curry,
when amber flames of the fire licked their persona
with savage heat.
infinite blades of lush green grass were camouflaged
in dew drops,
after blissful long spells of winter night sleep.
brutally scorched skin of desert camel oozed droplets
of water,
when struck by incessant heat reigning with immense
fervour in all quarters.
ornate petals of the red daisy produced nectar in
abundance,
after hosting a cluster of humming bees having fertile
sacs of golden honey.
concrete walls embodied with red brick displayed slimy
coats of moisture,
after brand new strokes of ravishing wall paint.
the ergonomically sculptured car seat felt amazingly
humid,
after i inhabited it, sank on it relishing my posture,
for unsurpassable lengths of time.
the surface of earth vomited Herculean amounts of
sizzling lava,
imprisoned within its innermost core for decades in
strangulation.
colossal masses of rich black clouds excreted gallons
of water,
when hovering in close proximity with the green
periphery of earth.
wild branches of the raspberry tree expurgated fat
globules of bitter milk,
as i adroitly ripped their skins with my fingernails.
my body perspired like hell when thoroughly exposed to
currents of warm
sunshine,
as blistering waves of heat sapped reserve quota's of
energy,
sweating like an untamed pig all along the sultry
ambience of pitch dark
night.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1760.
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Sweet Water Coconut
THE SUN BLAZES in full radiance,
the mercury soars to kingly proportions,
as sheets of dust blow in turbulence,
the parched tarmac bellows hysterically,
trees shriek in disbelief,
vulcanized rubber groans in despair,
as the sandstorm vocalizes its arrival.
Every eyeball gets averted,
to the green tripod of cool water,
stacked in gay abundance on thick jute sacks,
hailing from tall timber with slender branches,
deriving its nutrition from the pure wet sand,
christening it as the darling of all lands.
Colossal crowds flock the asphalt,
drifted by thirst and scorched excitement,
with sweaty palms, icy bandannas,
awaiting encounter with the hard green shell,
fingers clinging currency notes,
the queue shifts at a meandering pace,
as I finally get my chance,
to savor the natural taste in a coconut.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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