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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1957.
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Walking between life and death
When I sighted her from the absolute summit of the
densely foliated tree; initially she appeared like the
most magnificent fruit of Almighty’s creation; nimbly
swishing her arms under the gloriously fading light,
Although the ungainly distance subdued her brilliantly
royal features an inconspicuous trifle; and her
divinely contours; soon faded from my vision into an
alluring mirage; as she disappeared in entirety behind
the ethereal horizons…
When I sighted her from the resplendently milky island
of moon; initially she appeared to be a tantalizing
seductress; dancing uninhibitedly under the mystically
gorgeous shine,
Although the murky light obfuscated her perpetual
imagery an inconspicuous trifle; and her magnanimous
visage; soon faded from my vision into a seductive
shadow; as she inscrutably vanished in the wilderness
of the rampant night….
When I sighted her from the flamboyantly scintillating
mountaintop; initially she appeared to be a blazing
fireball of magnetism; inevitably attracting even the
most remotely alien in her spell binding swirl,
Although the austerely stringent glare overshadowed
her marvelous trajectory an inconspicuous trifle; and
her marvelous march towards triumph; soon faded from
my vision into a languid siesta; as the sun
transiently went behind the crimson clouds….
When I sighted her from the fabulously sandy
whirlpools; initially she appeared to be a princess
freshly descended from the heavens; aristocratically
inundating the pathetic atmosphere around with the
insatiable artistry in her voluptuous eyes,
Although the dust surpassed her piquantly poignant
body an inconspicuous trifle; and her stupendously
invincible aura; soon faded from my vision into a
rapidly fleeting image; as winds of murkiness overtook
the fiery light….
When I sighted her from the heart of the ravishing
ocean; initially she appeared to be the most
boisterous tangy soul on this Universe; gyrating in
untamed ecstasy under a cloud cover of exuberant
happiness,
Although the surreptitious froth camouflaged her
charming smiles an inconspicuous trifle; and her
celestially delectable aura; soon faded from my vision
into a frigid layer of nothingness; as the tumblers of
water crashed against the coldblooded rocks….
When I sighted her from the fathomless expanse of
rhapsodic sky; initially she appeared to float like an
overwhelmingly charismatic fairy; enchanting even the
most dreariest of dying life; with the supreme
Omnipotence in her benign stride,
Although the pertinently hovering mists obliterated
her philanthropic goodness an inconspicuous trifle;
and her formidably relentless fantasy; soon faded from
my vision into a hazy fog; as cloudbursts of rain
started to ferociously pelt down…
When I sighted her from beneath an avalanche of
scintillating ice; initially she appeared to be an
intricately alluring doll; harmoniously singing the
most melodious tunes of holistic survival,
Although the enshrouding whiteness sequestered her
wholesome beauty an inconspicuous trifle; and her
captivatingly compassionate embrace; soon faded from
my vision into a whirlwind of inscrutable
baselessness; as snow melted in sweltering afternoon
sunshine….
When I sighted her from amidst the garden of
incredulously titillating roses; initially she
appeared to disseminate the fragrance of humanity;
peace and impregnable brotherhood; to the most
fathomless quarter of this boundlessly unending
Universe,
Although the blanket of invidiously extruding thorns
shielded her ingratiating charm an inconspicuous
trifle; and her immaculately divine destiny; soon
faded from my vision into an ephemerally tingling
memory; as the winds of intransigently unrelenting
autumn tumultuously took over; with their excoriating
toll….
But eventually when I sighted her from the inner most
dormitories of my heart; initially she appeared to be
the sole queen of my impoverishedly devastated heart,
And this time she remained immortally blended as my
breath; my body; my conscience; my soul; even as I
indefatigably kept walking an infinite times between
corridors of blissful life; and diabolically ghastly
death…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1958.
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Walking Stick
He held me solidly in his egalitarian palms; sometimes
making me almost strangulate for mouthfuls of
inevitable breath,
He caressed me every now and then on the cold ground;
let beads of his passionate sweat dribble down my
persona with nonchalant ease,
He raised me in exuberance towards the glittering
blanket of stars; incessantly narrating mystical tales
of this Universe to the flurry of innocuous children,
He dug inconspicuous holes with my mouth trudging soft
soil; embossing intriguing shapes in the mud to amuse
the dormant compartments of his weary mind,
He danced with tears of euphoria pouring down his
cheeks; waving me in placid sheets of air; as he
nostalgically reminisced the days when he was a cheeky
child,
He banged me boundless number of times in ghastly
darkness; endeavoring his best to gain an upper hand
over the diabolically satanic night,
He flamboyantly marched clutching me with authority to
his wrinkled fingers; attending to the battalion of
alien delegates with astronomically stoical ease and
inherent charm,
He polished me ardently with the most stupendous
quality of wax; painted me in a festoon of vivaciously
gaudy color to match his every dress,
He starved me to unprecedented limits; with the only
meal that I saliently cherished being the
compassionate bellow of warmth imparted by his magical
hands,
He swung me violently in all directions when attacked;
defending his divinely countenance with the formidable
tenacity in my body,
He fidgeted indefatigably with my nose; cuddling and
scratching me rampantly when confronted with
disdainful bouts of perpetual boredom,
He kept me bereft of the tiniest of cloth; left me
shivering with the austere winds slapping me
ruthlessly at all quarters; as he silently snored in
his afternoon nap,
He occasionally placed me over his colossal ocean of
personal belongings; which had taken an entire
lifetime for him to perseveringly amass,
He inverted my body every now and again; mischievously
smiling with his lips outstretched; as I insatiably
cried to once again come back up,
He sometimes inadvertently forgot to carry me; but
soon realized my overwhelming importance; as fate made
him stumble down on every unveiling step,
He carried me on his head time and again to replicate
a circus clown; propel all in vicinity to thunderously
laugh till they fell in dreary exhaustion,
He many a moment called me by the names he adored;
kissing me gently on my nape as people around him had
long gone,
He grasped me the first thing as he awoke at the crack
of ethereal dawn; even before he advanced on his
journey to the rustic lavatory,
My master was a complete hundred years of age; and for
him I wasn’t just a mere WALKING STICK; but a thing he
kept close to his dwindling chest all day and night;
an object he considered the most cherished to his
everlastingly youthful heart; a sword that would
protect him from the uncouth world; just as he was
about to utter his last shout…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1959.
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Was it his fault?
Was it his fault; that he was born horrendously blind;
witnessing nothing but remorsefully crippling
darkness; since the very first cry of innocuous birth
?
Was it his fault; that he was born gruesomely maimed;
deplorably staggering into a valley of insipid
nothingness; never able to confront the Sun face-on?
Was it his fault; that he was born preposterously
deaf; unknowingly smiling towards the graveyards of
extinction; while his tortured kin shouted their
voices hoarse; for instantaneous help?
Was it his fault; that he was born with abhorrent
mental disorders; remaining as stoical as a decaying
leaf; even though the planet abreast him unfurled into
an unfathomable entrenchment of panoramically blissful
newness?
Was it his fault; that he was born disdainfully dumb;
not able to express even the most poignantly
fulminating of his desires; as unsurpassable rivers of
priceless blood rolled down his nimble cheeks?
Was it his fault; that he was born treacherously
orphaned; with the most fantastic days of his
childhood being evolved in the realms of the fetidly
threadbare dustbin; while children of his age floated
through castles of celestial honey?
Was it his fault; that he was born ludicrously jointed
at the skull with his twin brother; with every minute
of resplendent life feeling more lecherously sordid
than the coffins of death; as he winced every moment
in agonizingly traumatized pain?
Was it his fault; that he was born with disastrously
proliferating tumor in his head; an untamed volcano of
misery that kept augmenting more thunderously than
white lightening in sky; even as toddlers of his age
relentlessly embraced the clouds of uncontrollable
euphoria?
Was it his fault; that he was born in the gutters of
abominable poverty; with all that he ever got to
devour being infinitesimal left overs of bread; that
the dogs of the rich had abysmally abandoned?
Was it his fault; that he was born to a bawdily
adulterated father; who fed him insurmountable
waterfalls of venomous wine; everytime that he
demanded for immaculately sacrosanct milk?
Was it his fault; that he was born ridiculously
stammering; pathetically stuttering at each word he
attempted to speak; while others of his age;
melodiously blended with all spell-bindingly
enchanting rhyme?
Was it his fault; that the was born worthlessly
lynched; being enshrouded by a ghastly incapability of
not procreating his progeny; while the planet
astoundingly culminated into a boundless shades of
colors outside?
Was it his fault; that he was born inconspicuously
midget; mushrooming into only size of a pea at
adulthood; while infinite of his compatriots stood as
tall as the invincible mountain chimes?
Was it his fault; that he was born as black as
feckless charcoal; with even the most flamboyantly
scintillating mirrors; gorily shattering into
invisible ash; at even the most capricious of his
reflection?
Was it his fault; that he was born with the voice of
cacophonic crow; with even the most tenaciously
Herculean of entities preferring to die; rather than
listen to the tunes which emanated form his
incongruous throat?
Was it his fault; that he was born dolorously
hunchbacked; assiduously struggling with the weight of
his lackadaisically doubled body; while even the
criminally blood sucking vultures had been endowed a
right to uninhibitedly fly in the fathomless sky?
O! Yes; But it was certainly his fault to be born
amidst you all; because you were the ones who made him
tirelessly realize that he was brutally deprived;
although you possessed all of the above;
You were the ones who not only languished in the
aisles of catigatingly castrated malice; who not only
cribbed and cried even after being gifted with such a
wonderful birth; who not only jeered at the
inevitabilities of mesmerizing creation; but
sardonically ensured that there cropped countless more
of his kind….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1960.
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Was it my fault?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every droplet of my euphorically mesmerizing sweat; and she on the other hand torturously evaporated every ounce of happiness from my life; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my celestially euphoric smiles; and she on the other hand made me unjustly cry a countless tears of murderous hell; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every stream of my quintessentially life-bestowing blood; and she on the other hand inhumanitarianly buried me under a fathomless graveyard of her meaningless deliriousness; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every triumphantly rhapsodic fantasy of mine; and she on the other hand metamorphosed every treasured moment of mine into the most diabolically asphyxiating of nightmare; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ingredient of my untamed sensuality; and she on the other hand heartlessly castrated me of all my virility and vitality; right in the center of the boisterous street; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my pricelessly untainted adventure; and she on the other hand devilishly incarcerated me in the prisons of her hedonistic sadism; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my inimitably seductive whisper; and she on the other hand yelled a boundless volley of abuses at me for no ostensible reason or rhyme; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every element of my altruistically infallible philanthropism; and she on the other hand criminally cremated the last bone of my spine alive; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my royally resplendent destiny line; and she on the other hand made me sacrilegiously beg on the sordidly deplorable and orphaned streets; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every line of my perennially compassionate poetry; and she on the other hand blew me away like an obliviously fictitious speck in her spuriously lecherous cigar smoke; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every poignantly enthralling sound that I heard; and she on the other hand truculently numbed each of my senses with her unrelentingly tyrannical wickedness; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every benevolent word that I uttered; and she on the other hand venomously snapped my tongue into an innumerable halves as I was solely praising her; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every molecule of my peerlessly invincible strength; and she on the other hand guffawed her heart out after insouciantly excoriating my hide and feeding it to stray pigs; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every timelessly reinvigorated goose-bump on my flesh; and she on the other hand maniacally dumped me under the most robotically fetid of junkyards; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every artistic fragrance that radiated from my nerves; and she on the other hand ruthlessly trounced and kicked me through the corpses of devastating prejudice; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ray of my truthfully emollient soul; and she on the other hand mercilessly torched every pore of my body with the disparaging hell of lies; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every vein of my pricelessly undefeated life; and she on the other hand left me to cadaverously shudder and die; even an infinite years after we got married?
Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my unconquerably iridescent breath; and she on the other hand gave me the most worthlessly despicable death at her very own hands; even an infinite years after we got married?
And was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every beat of my passionately immortal heart; and she on the other hand smooched and mated for times immemorial with another man right infront of my own eyes; even an infinite years after we got married?
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Nikhil Parekh
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