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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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The power of my mother's milk
I might have consumed just an infinitesimal pint of
it when I was an impeccably oblivious infant; hardly
acclimatizing my taste buds with its eternal
fragrance,
I might have consumed just a diminutive fraction of
it when I was an innocuously inarticulate infant;
hardly allowing it to blend with my freshly formed
streams of crimson blood,
I might have consumed just a mercurial sip of it when
I was a pristinely princely infant; hardly allowing
its Omnipotently heavenly goodness to settle in the
corners of my discovering mouth,
I might have consumed just a parsimonious rivulet of
it when I was an incongruously disheveled infant;
hardly letting its miraculously insuperable
iridescence pacify my remorsefully traumatized thirst,
I might have consumed just an evanescent pinch of it
when I was an incoherently unruly infant; hardly
absorbing its everlastingly mesmerizing goodness in
the corners of my miserably asphyxiating throat,
I might have consumed just an ethereal speck of it
when I was an inconspicuously measly infant; hardly
feasting on its impregnably heavenly aura; to my tiny
heart’s content, ’
I might have consumed just a fleeting bead of it when
I was a fretfully wailing infant; hardly savoring its
astronomical majesty with my crusts of minutely formed
fresh teeth,
I might have consumed just a fugitive stream of it
when I was a incessantly screeching infant; hardly
realizing the spirit of Omnipresently egalitarian
humanity; handsomely embedded in it,
I might have consumed just a disappearing mist of it
when I was an incoherently feckless infant; hardly
aware of its invincibly healing touch; as I all I did
was sleep all day and moonless night,
I might have consumed just an insipid globule of it
when I was an indefatigably crying infant; hardly
gulping it even a trifle of it properly down my
teeny-weeny throat,
I might have consumed just a transient molehill of it
when I was an ungainly staring infant; hardly bothered
about its unconquerable nutritional value; as all that
mattered to me was my toy cradle; toys and sleep,
I might have consumed just an ephemeral amount of it
when I was an illiterately uncivilized infant; hardly
envisaging the perennial armor of unflinching
tenaciousness that it would enshroud me with; once it
coalesced perfectly with my blood,
I might have consumed just a non-existent pinch of it
when I was a ludicrously squealing infant; hardly
comprehending the Omnipotent compassion behind its
dribbling towards my toddler lips,
I might have consumed just an invisible follicle of it
when I was a preposterously unsuspecting infant;
hardly placating the disastrously emaciated bowels of
my tiny stomach with its gloriously godly flavor,
I might have consumed just a minuscule shadow of it
when I was a discordantly groaning infant; hardly
allowing its Omnipresent charisma to percolate through
my severely teething gums,
I might have consumed just a trailing gulp of it when
I was a frantically searching infant; hardly feeling
its regally marvelous goodness; enriching every pore
of my newborn slimly skin,
I might have consumed just a vanishing potion of it
when I was a haughtily pampered infant; hardly
imbibing its timelessly blossoming resplendence; as I
uncontrollably kicked every conceivable object in
vicinity; with my miniature feet,
I might have consumed just a passing cascade of it
when I was a quietly snoring infant; hardly having the
sense to appreciate its magically formidable and
euphorically endless tenacity,
O! Yes, I might have consumed just a fleeting fraction
of it when I was an incoherently trembling infant;
hardly feeling it as it timelessly blessed every
aspect of my existence; for infinite births more of
mine,
But just that diminutive droplet of it; just that
unnoticeable speck of it which I had unknowingly
consumed; was enough for me to metamorphose the
complexion of this estranged earth once again into a
paradise; was enough for me to tower like the inferno
of inimitably blazing truth for times immemorial; was
enough for me to altruistically live and let live for
a countless more heavenly lifetimes,
Such pricelessly immortal was the indomitable power of
my; ETERNAL MOTHER’S MILK….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The tune of air
The mystic tune of melodious air,
Shimmering brightly in perennial softness,
With breaths of insatiable desire,
Like a golden harp beside me,
Flowing past my eyes; smothering all sorrows,
Entitling its presence to my skin,
With showers of silken delight to follow.
The path of air inside me,
Imprisons me with a wave of hope,
Briskly striding over a mountain of sadness,
Subsiding every iota of pain,
Enveloping my whole being in a languid manner,
Making surplus availability of exuberant thoughts,
To say goodbye to me.
That blazing rumble of soft movement,
Tickles my conscience astride,
Offering its red hot tenacity,
To the liquid of rage inside me,
Penetrating me with slow viscosity,
Determining my fate to go,
Placing me in an abysmal dilemma,
Like the dexterous string of elastic bows.
Nikhil Parekh
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Thinking of tomorrow
I didn’t eat food today; as I wanted to wholesomely famish myself; to
devour
the appetizing chunks of pudding; Tomorrow,
I didn’t sleep blissfully today; as I was overwhelmingly excited to
run;
Tomorrow,
I didn’t play mischievously today; as I wanted to reserve every iota of
my
energy to passionately leap; Tomorrow,
I didn’t drink water today; as I wanted to gulp gallons of voluptuous
wine;
Tomorrow,
I didn’t bathe today; as I wanted to drown my persona in flamboyant
waves of
the salty ocean; Tomorrow,
I didn’t see any object today; as I wanted to view the mesmerizing
beauty of
dawn; Tomorrow,
I didn’t move my legs today; as I wanted to dance unrelentingly all
night;
Tomorrow,
I didn’t revolve my fingers today; as I wanted to sketch intricate
landscapes
with their towering summits in the clouds; Tomorrow,
I didn’t study one bit today; as I wanted to read through volumes of
mystical
tales; Tomorrow,
I didn’t go out today; as I wanted to uninhibitedly explore through the
wilderness; Tomorrow,
I didn’t see the time today; as I wanted to scrupulously count every
unleashing minute tomorrow,
I didn’t smell the air today; as I wanted to inundate my nostrils with
the
enchanting perfume of lotus; Tomorrow,
I didn’t speak today; as I wanted to scream hysterically for hours on
the
trot; Tomorrow,
I didn’t reside in the house today; as I wanted to live the entire
evening in
the magnificent castle; Tomorrow,
I didn’t sweat today; as I wanted to bask under sizzling rays of the
sun; let
moisture dribble profusely from all pores of my body; Tomorrow,
I didn’t sneeze today; as I wanted to thunderously blow my nostrils;
emptying
them in entirety; Tomorrow,
I didn’t smile today; as I wanted to sway in sheer rhapsody and
jubilation;
tomorrow,
I didn’t cry today; as I wanted to pour out rivers of heart breaking
emotion;
Tomorrow,
And I didn’t love today; fervently anticipating to be incarcerated in
the
immortal embrace of my dream girl; 'THINKING OF TOMORROW'.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Thunderbolts of rain
Normally when I started back for home; I commenced my
journey languidly eating pop-corn; aimlessly kicking
small stones that came in my way,
While today I tripped each time I raised my foot;
relinquished all capacity to sight objects even a foot
further.
Normally when I started back for home; I hummed
melodious tunes; smiling flirtatiously at every girl I
encountered on the way,
While today I looked at my watch a million times;
grunted in exasperation as I couldn’t bear to see the
disdainful blotches of slush adhering all across my
immaculate shirt.
Normally when I started back for home; I winked
mischievously at the sun; took marathon minutes in
idling my scooter to full gear,
While today I trembled in the icy winds; felt utterly
miserable as my feather weight shoes; felt as heavy as
heavy ships floating on the sea.
Normally when I started back for home; I waved goodbye
to all my colleagues; wishing them a blissful and
tranquil sleep,
While today as I stepped out in the ominous dark; I
closed my ears in alarm; to shun the chaotic
pandemonium of horns and blaring traffic.
Normally when I started back for home; I phoned my
wife on the mobile; romancing dreamily for long
minutes about our experiences of the past;
While today I emptied my pants of all contraptions and
my wallet; scampered for safety like a rabbit for
under gigantic branches of the tree.
Normally when I started for home; my mind wandered
rampantly; envisaging all the delectable delicacies
which I would consume for supper in the night,
While today the food in my stomach churned in nervous
energy; almost strangulating my senses as it tried to
puke out from my mouth.
Normally when I started for home; I always made it a
rule to halt my vehicle at signals; thereby letting
others pass peacefully before I proceeded further,
While today my foot refrained to leave the
accelerator; as I sky rocketed cursing the skies; at
electric speeds towards my dwelling.
Normally when I started for home; I stopped
frequently in the way to munch sandwiches; smoked a
cigarette or two in the crowded shopping square,
While today my sole focus was to wade myself
dexterously through the rivers overflowing; protecting
my cherished checkbook from getting soiled.
Normally when I started for home; I spent good amount
of time choosing my favorite pen; for signing the
company guestbook,
While today I virtually dropped all what I was
carrying; dragged my weight outside like a charged
volcano; running at full speed and at the same time
yelling at the top of my breath.
And Normally when I started for home; the skies were
crystal clear; with the Sun god about to set
splendidly into the horizon; the birds chirping
boisterously to announce the onset of cool night,
While today the reason for my behaving insane; was
that there were streaks of white lightening in the
sky; with thunderbolts of rain pelting in uncouth fury
all over.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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