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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1965.
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When I remember you
When I remember you; I always look at the
scintillating Sun; as it was in its profoundly blazing
rays; that I irrefutably sighted your wonderfully
Omnipotent eyes; empathizing with all humanity,
When I remember you; I always look at the vivaciously
exhilarating rainbow; as it was in its intriguingly
spell binding vivacity; that I irrefutably sighted
your robustly princely facial contours,
When I remember you; I always look at the
resplendently twinkling stars; as it was in their
exotically seductive shimmer; that I irrefutably
sighted your philanthropically smiling lips,
When I remember you; I always look at the timelessly
evergreen meadows; as it was in their mystically
exuberant dewdrops; that I irrefutably sighted your
handsomely impeccable skin,
When I remember you; I always look at the
enthrallingly fathomless skies; as it was in their
boundlessly bountiful vastness; that I irrefutably
sighted your invincibly Omnipotent form,
When I remember you; I always look at the ravishingly
ebullient ocean; as it was in its tantalizingly frothy
waves; that I irrefutably sighted your spirit of
intrepidly magical adventure,
When I remember you; I always look at the vividly
rustling breeze; as it was in its euphorically
unsurpassable enthusiasm; that I irrefutably sighted
your miraculously enlightening touch,
When I remember you; I always look at the unassailably
towering mountains; as it was in their indomitably
scintillating peaks; that I irrefutably sighted your
fearlessly Omniscient stride,
When I remember you; I always look at the freshly born
and innocuous infant; as it was in its incredulously
impeccable wails; that I irrefutably sighted your
perennially unending chapter; of blissfully timeless
creation,
When I remember you; I always look at the torrentially
rhapsodic rain; as it was in its perpetually endowing
beauty; that I irrefutably sighted your magnanimously
unprecedented blessings to one and all; living kind,
When I remember you; I always look at the ecstatically
unfathomable gorge; as it was in its celestially
endless enchantment; that I irrefutably sighted your
Omnisciently blessing shadow,
When I remember you; I always look at the marvelously
majestic fireball of truth; as it was in its
unconquerably fragrant ardor; that I irrefutably
sighted your benevolently princely voice,
When I remember you; I always look at the vividly
bustling beehive of life; as it was in its melodiously
harmonious sweetness; that I irrefutably sighted your
impregnable demeanor enveloped with the scent of
priceless humanity,
When I remember you; I always look at the beautifully
mesmerizing roses; as it was in their stupendously
righteous and triumphant scent; that I irrefutably
sighted your majestically Omnipresent aura; for times
immemorial,
When I remember you; I always look at the heavenly
sapphire crested nightingale; as it was in its
unbelievably benign and soothing voice; that I
irrefutably sighted your gloriously Omnipotent and
unparalleled artistry,
When I remember you; I always look at the godly cradle
of uninhibited forgiveness; as it was in its divinely
virtue to condone all inadvertently wrong; that I
irrefutably sighted your holistically everlasting
soul,
When I remember you; I always look at the sprouting of
the eternally romantic seasons; as it was in their
astoundingly rejuvenating newness; that I irrefutably
sighted your insurmountably tireless elements of
symbiotic creation,
When I remember you; I always look at the unlimited
infernos of compassionately eclectic breath; as it was
in their poignantly unshakable vibrancy; that I
irrefutably sighted your astonishingly divine chapter
of perpetual proliferation,
And when I remember you; I always look at the
victoriously throbbing heart; as it was in its
ardently immortal beats of love; that I irrefutably
sighted your ingratiating persona; it was in its
formidable passion that I sighted your wonderfully revolving Universe….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1966.
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When I thought about the world
WHEN I THOUGHT about the world from inside a squalid gutter; with an abhorrently fetid stench permeating into my nostrils,
I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished paper inhabiting every prevalent street.
When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky; circumvented by an ambience of silken clouds and birds,
I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures projecting in scores from its trajectory.
When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable depths of the ocean; an assemblage of salty water entrenching me in entirety,
I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of land soaked in slippery liquid.
When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert; sweltering winds blended with sand striking my persona tenaciously,
I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people sweating profusely under dazzling rays of the sun.
When I thought about the world languishing in an island of redolent flowers; the mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose tickling me to high realms of sedation,
I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every organism lurking on its soil diffusing astronomical amounts of scent.
When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of firecrackers; incredulous contraptions of dynamite exploding intermittently all around,
I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with individuals who yelled expending full capacity of their lungs; every time they felt the urge to speak.
When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands of feet below the ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me from pragmatic reality,
I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate residing enveloped by depression; and the sun incorrigibly refraining to shine.
When I thought about the world; lying surreptitiously hidden within the interiors of the government treasury; boundless clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me to breathe,
I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children scribbling finishing their assignments on currency sheets; instead of using plain paper.
When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense forests; slithering reptiles transgressing ominously through the bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the marshy swamps,
I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with rustic cakes of cow-dung adhered to house walls instead of conventional plaster.
And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in the arms of my beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually putting me off to sleep,
I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious synergy existing between the young; the old; and the deprived.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
Nikhil Parekh
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1967.
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When I was a child
WHEN I WAS A child I thought of devouring immaculate chunks of white butter,
Today I contemplated the price before purchasing monetary gifts for pleasure.
When I was a child I clambered up tall trees; to pluck nutritious fruit,
Today I pondered on the various ramifications; which could possibly occur when the farmer caught me red handed.
When I was a child I played vociferously in mud; making inarticulate cakes of cow dung plaster,
Today I refrained from going near wet land; on the flimsy grounds of having my trousers coated with obnoxious dirt.
When I was a child I got up early in the morning; relishing cool air while walking towards school,
Today I woke up with startled jerks; with darkness fully camouflaged in the sun; to rush in a jiffy towards office.
When I was a child I played for incessant hours in the evening with my cluster of friends, Today I retired in front of the television screen; with a glass of cold beverage; at the onset of twilight.
When I was a child I demonstrated a plethora of emotions when profoundly agitated, Today I had risen to holistic degrees of self control; scrutinizing my mistakes before I cried.
When I was a child I took the supreme liberty of hiding amongst a fleet of guests arriving at our dwelling,
Today I audaciously shook hands with the same; conversed for indefatigable hours with them on matters of common parlance.
When I was a child I voraciously read a battalion of thrilling mysteries,
Today I completely engulfed myself in deciphering; intricate quotes of the stock market.
When I was a child I listened to my elders with rapt attention and intense enthusiasm,
Today I chalked policies of my own; implementing them with loads of fortified conviction.
When I was a child; beads of sweat dribbled down my nape after witnessing a ghastly scene from the movie,
Today I didn't budge an inch from my seat; after sighting the same; as I knew it was fictitious.
When I was a child I had no hesitation asking for money from my ancestors,
Today I felt thoroughly abashed; asking them to gratify my distinctly penurious state.
When I was a child I chortled into pools of uninhibited laughter; at someone awkwardly dressed,
Today I emitted out sly smiles; in order that the individual didn't feel humiliating and bad.
When I was a child I hardly had time to think about the vagaries of mystical world, Today I spent hours pondering on a jugglery of consequences that would unleash; if I wasn't careful.
When I was a child I thought the most onerous thing existing was to study,
Today I felt that it was the process of earning; that was the most cumbersome of them all.
When I was a child; those were the times I was oblivious to reality; solely living in a world of tailor made fantasy,
While today I had crossed the realms of maturity; acclimatized to the harsh reality; and desperately wished I was that unscrupulous child once again. …
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1968.
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When I wasn't breathing
When I wasn’t blissfully snoring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
cistern of stupendously rhapsodic and gloriously majestic Immortal Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t unsurpassably fantasizing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
garden of ingeniously magical and miraculously mitigating Immortal Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t superbly adventuring; I was still inexhaustibly writing
an
ocean of bountifully resplendent and timelessly undefeated Immortal
Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t scrumptiously relishing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
playground of optimistically enlightening and unbelievably royal
Immortal
Love Poetry,
When I wasn’t limitlessly triumphing; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
cascade of beautifully panoramic and effulgently liberating Immortal
Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t pricelessly smiling; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
lantern of unendingly vibrant and inscrutably tantalizing Immortal Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t gloriously partying; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
paradise of eternally vivacious and pristinely redolent Immortal Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t unassailably inspiring; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
festoon of incredulously ameliorating and perpetually compassionate
Immortal
Love Poetry,
When I wasn’t magnanimously feasting; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
cocoon of symbiotically philanthropic and ubiquitously coalescing
Immortal
Love Poetry,
When I wasn’t ebulliently fornicating; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
mist of wonderfully reinvigorating and blessedly burgeoning Immortal
Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t flirtatiously winking; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
swirl of brilliantly untainted and Omnipotently ecstatic Immortal Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t mellifluously singing; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
heaven of iridescently innovative and spectacularly celestial Immortal
Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t synergistically relaxing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a
pearl of unconquerably seductive and unprecedentedly enamoring Immortal
Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t amiably conversing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
palette of majestically invincible and Omnipresently procreating
Immortal
Love Poetry,
When I wasn’t holistically earning; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
canvas of inimitably untamed and fragrantly altruistic Immortal Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t unceasingly exultating; I was still inexhaustibly writing
a
tunnel of mystically replenishing and perennially enthralling Immortal
Love
Poetry,
When I wasn’t devoutly praying; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
meadow
of vividly glorifying and fearlessly jubilant Immortal Love Poetry,
When I wasn’t ardently dancing; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
rainbow
of poignantly marvelous and unshakably subliming Immortal Love Poetry,
When I wasn’t unstoppably admiring; I was still inexhaustibly writing a
mirror of truthfully Omnipresent and inherently revealing Immortal Love
Poetry,
And when I wasn’t quintessentially breathing; I was still inexhaustibly
writing a cosmos of unbreakably everlasting and universally bonding
Immortal
Love Poetry….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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