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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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1989.
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Wagon of love
The wagon of relentlessly enthralling enchantment;
exuberantly ran on wheels of tantalizingly mesmerizing
fantasy,
The wagon of compassionately heartfelt emotions;
amiably ran on the wheels of symbiotically holistic
togetherness,
The wagon of celestially gratifying tranquility;
affably ran on the wheels of selflessly bonding
contentment,
The wagon of Omnipotently miraculous healing; unitedly
ran on the wheels of philanthropically glorious
solidarity,
The wagon of unbelievably rhapsodic happiness;
uninhibitedly ran on the wheels of ebulliently
fantastic newness,
The wagon of blazingly unflinching patriotism;
intrepidly ran on the wheels of flamboyantly
never-dying fearlessness,
The wagon of eternally ecstatic fragrance; bountifully
ran on the wheels of unfathomably priceless
innocuousness,
The wagon of scintillatingly unparalleled success;
blissfully ran on the wheels of irrefutably honest
self-belief,
The wagon of voluptuously magnificent artistry;
marvelously ran on the wheels of insatiably
tantalizing discovery,
The wagon of everlastingly unconquerable prosperity;
beautifully ran on the wheels of vivaciously
resplendent melody,
The wagon of stupendously rejuvenating timelessness;
impeccably ran on the wheels of unequivocally majestic
faith,
The wagon of graciously charming color; vividly ran on
the wheels of enthusiastically perennial humanity,
The wagon of invincibly Omnipresent unity;
synergistically ran on the wheels of sacredly blessing
mankind,
The wagon of fathomlessly reinvigorating beauty;
immaculately ran on the wheels of unassailably regale
truth,
The wagon of innocently unadulterated sleep;
aristocratically ran on the wheels of bounteously
milky moonlight,
The wagon of ubiquitously benevolent peace;
ingratiatingly ran on the wheels of ardently mutual
sharing,
The wagon of emolliently Omniscient purity;
impregnably ran on the wheels of spotlessly magical
conscience,
The wagon of vibrantly unfurling life; perpetually ran
on the wheels of charismatically unshakable breath,
And the wagon of immortally burgeoning love; divinely
ran on the wheels of passionately thundering heart…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1990.
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Waiter come here please
HE SERVED UMPTEENTH a dish at the bark of a crisp command; with twin pair of eyes focused dead straight towards the table,
Nimbly took a plethora of orders; from famished customers to satiate their gluttony,
Made frequent rounds to the kitchen; conversing loquaciously with the rotund chef,
Greeted all those who entered the hotel; with an amicably appearing congenial smile,
Instigated his fellow counterparts; to bustle back to work; reciting to them a rustic joke,
Scrupulously cleaned the dishes after they were rampantly used; picking up the most inconspicuous of loiter from the floor,
Meticulously arranged the armory of crimson rose in their respective jars; made sure that all candles rose up to a handsome flame,
Ran instantaneously to the sound of tinkling bells over the counter; glued his vision towards the screen flashing multiple items of food,
Occasionally listened to a volley of hostile expletives from his clients; for not adhering immaculately to requirements of their taste,
Was immensely pleased at witnessing the exorbitantly affluent; envisaging the fat tips they would bestow upon his impoverished persona,
Shivered incessantly in the biting cold; clad in threadbare minimum of cloth to drape his demeanor,
Voraciously sketched a battalion of faces; sitting on his bohemian stool; in his spare time,
Swayed articulately to beats of pulsating music at intermittent intervals; to reinvigorate his dreary passengers,
Hoisted innocuous toddlers high in the air; dexterously catching them single handed; to grant ailing mothers some reprieve from the tyranny of their children,
Had gladly incorporated a list of appetizing dishes; as his daily jargon; sometimes inadvertently whispering the names of cooked items in his dreams,
Magnificently controlled his temper; trying to avoid the most minuscule of altercation if possible,
Worked like a clockwork machine; inexorably all throughout the monotonous day,
Slept in a cloistered room all chilly night; profoundly detesting the next day to unveil; the nondescript rigmarole of taking orders,
Wore a flabby cap; shielding his rubicund face; a neat tie dangling unsolicitedly from his collar,
There were tears gushing from his eyes when I addressed him by his first name; for he was literally oblivious to all other sounds; except for that dreaded voice stringently calling him waiter come here please.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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1991.
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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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1992.
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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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