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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1969.
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When I woke up from sleep
The mammoth elephants in the forest; made a thunderous
noise; bellowing
rambunctious wails of sound from their trunk,
Inundating the placid ambience with obstreperous
cacophony; I still slept
peacefully; with my hair drooling over my eyes.
The unruly traffic on the roads chugged smoke
blatantly; honking unnecessarily
in wee hours of the night,
Permeating the carpet of air with incongruous noise; I
still slept like a
horse; thoroughly lost in the realms of dreamy
fantasy.
The bedraggled urchins on the street shouted
vociferously; flexing their lungs
to monumental capacity,
Striking the cricket ball hard; with a glass pane
shattering occasionally; I
still slept unperturbed; with the furry blanket over
my head.
An army of obnoxious mosquitoes hovered in the
vicinity of my intricate ear;
buzzing incessantly tunes of insipid exasperation,
Evacuating precious blood from my succulent skin; I
still slept like a prince;
with innocuous saliva oozing from my mouth.
The indiscriminate party of burglars marauded my
house; pilfering all the
wealth they could their hands to,
Making a flurry of conspicuous sounds in the process;
I still slept like a
gigantic whale; with heavy snores emanating from my
partially opened mouth.
Herculean drops of rain water struck against my
kitchen window; accompanied by
sounds of stringent thunder and lightning,
With turbulent wind gushing right past my face; I
still slept like a tortoise
with its head receded way inside its stomach.
Irate trespassers punched the doorbell with passionate
fervor; incessantly
doing the same with renewed gusto,
Piercing the atmosphere with disdainful noises of the
monotonous alarm; I
still slept with an enchanting smile on my lips;
thoroughly oblivious to
sound.
There were communal riots going on in the street
below; a plethora of shops
were submerged by pugnacious fire,
Hordes of people fled their dwelling; ran berserk for
their lives
helter-skelter; I still slept like a drunkard; rolling
languidly in my
inebriated state.
Multiple buildings shook as an aftermath of vicious
tremors; infinite walls of
solid concrete incorporated prominent cracks,
The entire structure reverberated with the unleashing
impact of earthquake; I
still slept like a dead log; with my eyes formidably
shut to the proceedings.
It was at that very moment she entered my room; her
perpetual fragrance
tickled my conscience,
The aura of her magnificence rekindling my
impoverished soul,
There took incredulous transformations in my body; and
I woke up with a
startled look on my face; staring unrelentingly into
her mystical eyes; and I
didn’t sleep thereafter.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1970.
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When I wrote her name
When I wrote her name with light fountain ink; on the naked parchment of white paper,
It appeared almost invisible; failed to portray the fervent intensity of our romance.
When I inscribed her name on the walls; using exquisite quality of floral paints,
There emanated an ethereal fragrance of flower; although it failed to highlight the main ingredient of our love.
When I scribbled her name on the slippery beach sands; using a chiseled twig,
The calligraphy embossed looked amusing; although it soon got washed in entirety by the gushing waves.
When I painted her name on scintillating glass; using vibrant strokes of steel gray,
The printing was so scrupulous and neat; that it miserably failed to depict the tenacity of our relationship.
When I wrote her name on the black board; using a cylindrical stick of expensive chalk,
It appeared clear and bold; although it couldn’t yet provoke even the slightest of sentiment; and the professor soon scrubbed it clean with his duster.
When I embedded her name on a triangular biscuit of gold; using my switchblade knife,
It appeared grandiloquently studded; although it gave our love a look of ostentatious flattery.
When I symmetrically carved her name on the soft tree bark; using the corrugated drill,
It appeared astoundingly clear from a far distance; although it failed to convey our immortality; as the next second a nomad chopped it down.
When I incorporated her name on the voluptuous cake; using an icing of aromatic peppermint,
It looked romantically enticing; although it couldn’t display the essence of our romance; soon lost its charm as a battalion of ants and insets crawled all over.
When I painstakingly penned her name on glittering diamonds; using a solution of shimmering silver,
It appeared kingly and aristocratic; although it failed to highlight the hardships we had undergone to make our love an intransigent success.
And when I wrote her name on my chest; using rusty nails and a gleaming blade,
Pools of blood dribbled down my ribs; rendering me virtually unconscious; but this time it spoke fathomless volumes of our immense dedication,
With each droplet of blood; reflecting the unconquerable tenacity of our everlasting love.
Nikhil Parekh
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1971.
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When in deep sleep
When in deep sleep you seemed like an immaculate angel; breathing
heavily with
incoherent sounds emanating from your semi open lips,
While the instant you awakened; you pummeled your fists against the
wall;
clenched your teeth in indignation.
When in deep sleep you seemed to be profoundly oblivious to your
surroundings;
with your lids firmly agglutinated to your eyeball,
While the instant you awakened; you cast a series of despicable looks;
castigating me severely for the inconspicuous smudges aligning the
furniture.
When in deep sleep you changed positions umpteenth times in a minute;
with
your clothes strewn in a disheveled heap,
While the instant you awakened you stringently made sure that I sat up
straight without flinching the least; the attire that I wore was neatly
creased and meticulously ironed.
When in deep sleep you mystically smiled; perhaps envisaging the
fairies in
the cosmos; with an enchanting glow encompassing your facial contours,
While the instant you awakened you were crimson with anger; rebuked me
for not
scrupulously washing my face.
When in deep sleep you inadvertently caressed my hair; fondling with my
cheeks
as if admiring their pudgy softness,
While the instant you awakened you were aghast at being late for
office;
slapped me hard for not braiding my hair.
When in deep sleep you unwittingly uttered all those things stored well
within
your heart; vanquishing all apprehensions that engulfed your
silhouette,
While the instant you awakened you started manipulating the words to
speak;
refrained from giving me the tiniest of insinuation.
When in deep sleep you sometimes walked innocuously; languishing in the
aisles
of romantic fantasy,
While the instant you awakened you uncouthly barked orders for a cup of
tea;
splashed the same on the walls when it was not sizzling to the
temperature you
desired.
When in deep sleep you wriggled inside the cozy delights of your quilt;
blissfully exploring the moisture beneath the pillow you slept,
While the instant you awakened you threw aside the covers in intense
infuriation; frantically searching for your radiant watch and
glistening
chain.
When in deep sleep you unconsciously laughed; when I poked a thin blade
of
grass in your ears; gave me a celestial smile,
While the instant you awakened you barked a volley of abashing
expletives;
condemning me for not polishing your shoes.
When in deep sleep you were the perfect husband for whom I had heaps of
adulation; while the instant you awakened I had lost all reverence for
your
persona,
As I wished and prayed fervently to the almighty; to transform you like
the
way you were 'WHEN IN DEEP SLEEP'.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1972.
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When in love
Even if you slapped me hard in my cheek; mercilessly whipping the succulent flesh of my body,
I would still bow down my head in obeisance; proclaim vociferously to the world that I loved you.
Even if you spat on me loads of your tangy saliva; castigating me openly amidst scores of civilians; for the most inadvertent of my mistakes,
I would still offer you a glass of spring water to mollify your anger; say audaciously that I loved you.
Even if you starved me of food for the entire day; refraining to cast an amicable look in my direction,
I would still endeavor my best to make you frivolously smile; trying to enlighten the pallid atmosphere; declare without hesitancy that I loved you.
Even if you made me polish the dilapidated floors till they shone like mirrors; dictatorially commanded me to wipe your shoes,
I would still worship your feet in due reverence; whisper to the obdurate brick walls that I loved you.
Even if you made me iron your ostentatious clothes; dressing me in threadbare sacs of corrugated jute,
I would still engulf you with the extra rag on my body; when you were shivering; sobbing hysterically in front of you to convey that I loved you.
Even if you shut your eyes when I confronted you; smirking haughtily when I tried to utter the most diminutive of sound,
I would still carry you to your bed when your dreary toes floundered to hold their weight on the ground; kiss you gently on your lips to portray I loved you.
Even if you deliberately snapped off my car brakes; making sure I met with a ghastly accident the next time I drove,
I would still utter your name while lying submerged in pools of greasy blood; shout as hard as I could expend my lungs to say that I loved you.
Even if you wished derogatory for me night and day; ominously stared at me for no fault of mine,
I would still pray to the creator to impregnate your life with bountiful riches; ubiquitously disclose that I loved you.
Even if you pushed me from the aircraft hovering at an unprecedented altitude in the clouds; waiting anxiously to witness the scenario of my inevitable death,
I would still smile compassionately at you; fervently hoping to witness your grace again in the next birth; unanimously declare to all that I loved you before I relinquished breath.
Do you want to know the secret behind my blatantly irrational behavior; the cause for my uninhibited sacrifice,
Well its simply this darling; that I had loved you intensely since the moment I first saw you,
And WHEN IN LOVE; I only knew how to chivalrously give; for the moment I asked you to grant me favors in return; I would be christened as the 'biggest beggar'.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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