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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Life is a dedication
A dedication to all benign goodness in the atmosphere;
the wave of philanthropic altruism which bonds one and
all in the fabric of eternal mankind,
A dedication to the unflinching spirit of timeless
existence; the most astounding chapter of divinely
proliferation; which perennially ensured that the
world never came to a veritable standstill,
A dedication to the rhapsodically cascading rivulets
of water; miraculously placating even the most
traumatically agonizing and brutally scorched throats,
A dedication to the panoramically crimson clouds in
fathomless sky; sensuously embellishing the carpet of
the majestically enchanting night,
A dedication to the infernos of irrefutably sparkling
honesty; which metamorphose even the most hideously
diabolical; into the mists of perpetually sacrosanct
righteousness,
A dedication to the Omnipotent light of the
fantastically blazing Sun; which enlightened even the
most sordidly beleaguered quarters of this earth; with
the light of triumphantly blissful happiness,
A dedication to the inscrutably mesmerizing forests;
which stupendously enthrall till beyond the realms of
infinite infinity; unveiling into an entrenchment of
bountiful beauty and grace,
A dedication to harmoniously sacred marriage; which
unassailably bonds two lovers in rainbows of
compassionate sharing; and for infinite more births
yet to unleash,
A dedication to the celestial melody in the
ebulliently rejuvenating air; which works as an
Omniscient panacea; for even the most insidiously
lugubrious disease sauntering and alive,
A dedication to the mischievously amiable smile of the
child; which magically transformed even the most
diabolically marauding; into a land of ingratiatingly
beautiful paradise,
A dedication to the unfettered love of the poignantly
divine mother; which was the most Omnipresent
exemplification of affably gratifying love and
togetherness,
A dedication to the timelessly tantalizing night;
which splendidly ignited unfathomable maelstroms of
ecstatic yearning; even in the most dolorously
decaying entities alive,
A dedication to the magnificently perpetual vivacity
of the boundless Universe; which spawned into
Omnipotently new life; every unfurling second of the
day and night,
A dedication to the irrefutably resolute tenacity of
all those disastrously maimed and still alive;
bouncing in the full and profound euphoria of
magnanimously scintillating life,
A dedication to the ideals of glorious selflessness;
the ecumenically resplendent essence of One God; and
an unconquerably One Humanity,
A dedication to the threads of invincible friendship;
which intrepidly confronts even the most acrimoniously
ghastly impediments; with an exuberantly jubilant
smile,
A dedication to the ubiquitously uniting and priceless
breath; which regally blessed upon every organism
irrespective of caste; creed or religion; the right to
be symbiotically surviving and holistically alive,
A dedication to the immortally impregnably beats of
the heart; which coalesced you forever and ever and
ever with the most bountifully cherishable love of
your life,
A dedication to all those whom you are wonderfully
acquainted with; to all those who were quintessential
in inspiring you; to surge forward victoriously in
vibrant life,
O! Yes Life is marvelously endowing paradise of
friendship; beauty and heavenly bonding; Life is the
most unfathomably precious gift from the Almighty
Lord; Life is a sacred dedication
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(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Embrace unconquerable life
Suicide; is a ghastily lingering spirit between
resplendently sparkling heaven and diabolically
ghastly hell,
Suicide; is the most desperately hedonistic crime
committed against every conceivable fraternity of all
mankind,
Suicide; is the most truculently unforgivable outburst
of any organism; murderously imperiling the crux of
symbiotically mesmerizing existence,
Suicide; is a ghoulishly amorphous abode; without the
most infinitesimal trace of doors; windows and
robustly functioning entities,
Suicide; is an indescribably treacherous venom; which
brutally asphyxiates the impoverished ghost; even
after the wholesome end of priceless life,
Suicide; is the most preposterously scurrilous corpse
that incarcerated you from all sides; morbidly
dampening every quintessential iota of your blood,
Suicide; is the most luridly mortifying death that an
entity could ever undergo; ensuring that he
indefatigably suffocated in diminutive lidfulls of
water while the other world danced; everytime it was
born,
Suicide; is the most ultimate curse of the devil upon
every civilization; religion and tribe; afflicting the
fabric of society like an uncontrollably lambasting
tumor; which simply had no end,
Suicide; is perniciously sinister balderdash; the most
incongruously distorted and heartlessly inclement
fantasy; that the stinking pigs could ever construe,
Suicide; is a coffin of disparagingly bludgeoning
solitude; a measly quavering insect being blown away
into the aisles of nothingness; at even the most
mercurial draught of infidel wind,
Suicide; is a salaciously jinxed witch casting her
spell of unsurpassable doom; even upon the most
blissfully gratifying of destinies,
Suicide; is a vindictively hollow and lecherously
gawky edifice; baselessly wavering towards the gallows
of emptiness; without the most infinitesimal of
foundations,
Suicide; is an inexplicably cancerous sorrow that
gruesomely crucifies your soul; disdainfully maiming
you on every step; for infinite more births of yours
yet to unveil,
Suicide; is a flagrantly whipping extinction that had
not the tiniest chance to ebulliently revive;
stagnating in the prisons of torturously bleeding
hell,
Suicide; is a flaccidly corpulent mosquito
parasitically sucking blood every single day of its
life; heartily preferring to sleep on a lavatory of
derogatory shit; abrogating the most majestic of
silken delights,
Suicide; is a chain of fanatically unpardonable
misery; which perilously dries up every trace of
mellifluously golden voice,
Suicide; is the most prurient caricature of vibrantly
ecstatic life; slithering like an obnoxiously infected
worm; in the junkyards of dissolutely demonic
dilapidation,
Suicide; is dreadfully sinful abnegating of breath
without the Lords consent; a misdeed which even his
Omnisciently magnanimous grace; could never ever
condone,
Suicide is a tunnel of blindness without any end;
Suicide is the most punitive betrayal of truth;
desire; dream and immortal love; Suicide is an
unrelentingly bloodstained night which inconsolably
cries,
Therefore massacre the very thought before it
transcends you to commit forlorn suicide O! Man; and
instead embrace timeless sensuality; instead embrace
enchanting beauty; instead embrace unconquerable
life
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ฉฎcopyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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In the next birth
IF I ACQUIRED the menacing form of an
alligator in the next birth,
I would want you to cling tightly to my persona as my serrated green
skin.
If I was born in the ominous form of the jungle tiger in the
next birth,
I would you to be incorporated in my body as my domineeringly
authoritative growl.
If I was born as a densely foliated tree in the next birth,
I would want you to be the perennial leaves that emanated from
my silhouette.
If I was born as an opalescent fish in the next birth,
I would want you to be saline water in which I could sustain life
and swim.
If I was born as the twin horned sacrosanct cow in the next birth,
I would inevitably desire you as the milk I would diffuse from
my flaccid teats.
If I was born as a slithering reptile in the next birth,
I would want you to be the lethal venom I possessed in my triangular
fangs.
If I was born as an obnoxious donkey in the next birth,
I would want you to be my hooves which swished indiscriminately
at innocuous trespassers.
If I was born as perpetually blind in the next birth,
I would indispensably want you to be my eyes to guide me
towards dazzling light.
If I was born as being disdainfully maim; bereft of feet in the next
birth,
I would incorrigibly want you to be my legs to ecstatically leap
in times of jubilation.
If I was born as a rustic spider with a battalion of arms in the
next birth,
I would want you to be mesmerizing threads of the silken web
which I inhabited night and day.
If I was born as an inconspicuous mosquito in the next birth,
I would want you to be the sting existing in my bifurcated tentacles.
If I was born as a agglomerate of sinister clouds in the next birth,
I would want you to be pelting sheets of rain tumbling down on the
scorched ground.
If I was born as a traditional dancer in the next birth,
I would desire you to be the jingling chains riveted to my anklets.
If I was born as a voluptuous chameleon in the next birth,
I would want you to be the band of colors that I changed according
to my habitat.
If I was born as a scintillating oyster in the next birth,
I would want you as the jugglery of immaculate pearls
impregnated in my belly.
If I was born as a solitary camel in the blistering heat of desert,
I would inevitably desire you as barrels of pellucid water to
placate my thirst.
If I was born as drummer performing at concerts in the next birth,
I would want you as the drum which would be essential for the
sound to propagate.
If I was born as the most opulent on the globe in the next birth,
I would intractably want you as the notes of currency; which
I possessed in exorbitant capacity.
If I was born as infinite blades of emerald grass in the next birth,
I would want you to be the fertile land mass of soil to provide
me tumultuous loads of nutrition.
If I was born as the frivolous monkey in the next birth,
I would want you to be my claws; facilitating me to clasp tree
branches in a vice like grip.
If I was born as an ambivalent filmmaker in the next birth,
I would want you to be every film that I directed in my reigning
tenure.
If I was born as a tantalizing rose in the next birth,
I would want you to be my everlasting fragrance.
If I was born as a mundane ceiling fan in the next birth,
I would want you to be my riveted blades; circulating exuberant
draughts of air.
If I was born as a boisterous honey bee in the next birth,
I would want you to be the sweet nectar I produced from my
catacombed body.
If I was born as an inconspicuous nail hung to the wall; in my
next birth,
I would want you to be the peels of rust I acquired on my body.
If I was born as the fibrous fruit of apple in the next birth,
I would want you to be the cluster of seeds impregnated in my belly.
If I was born as an indigenous woman in the next birth,
I would overwhelmingly desire you as the contemporary man
from the city.
And if by the stroke of chivalrous fortune; I was born as a man
again in the next birth,
I would want you to be the same girl; whom I loved immensely today; existing on this earth.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Love, Love and only Love
When I was trespassing through the profusely verdant
lawns; I waited for the rain to pelt down in
tumultuous fury; drench every agonized pore of my skin
with mesmerizing globules of water,
When I was wandering through the dungeons; I waited
for the serpent to crawl up my nape; mystically
whisper its tales of ingratiating enchantment into the
chords of my sensitive eardrum,
When I was loitering through the aisles of the
grandiloquent hotel; I waited for my fellow compatriot
waiter to serve me dinner; and invite me
wholeheartedly inside,
When I was lying on the temple doorstep; I waited for
the sacrosanct bells to ring; God's approbations to
the new expeditions of my unveiling life,
When I was digging sandcastles on the shores; I waited
for the tangy waves to engulf me in entirety; catapult
and wholesomely encapsulate in the realms of exuberant
fantasy,
When I was contemplating on the 100th floor of the
colossal edifice; I waited for the conglomerate of
voluptuously seductive clouds to majestically sweep
past my rubicund cheeks,
When I was pathetically strangulated in the monotonous
office; I waited for those moments when I would race
out like a volcano; thump my fists in unprecedented
exhilaration towards blissful carpets of breeze,
When I was tossing in inexplicable nervousness on my
king poster bed; I waited for my revered mother to
give me a peck on my cheek; make me feel like the most
invincible entity on this Universe,
When I was incarcerated by the winds of thunderously
snoring sleep; I waited for unfathomably gorgeous
dreams to perpetuate into my mind; transport me into a
land of insatiable ecstasy,
When I was haplessly brooding over my brutal destiny
on the cold ground; I waited for my mischievous sister
to pummel me in the ribs; make me shrug all
responsibility to be a new born child once again,
When I was on the astronomically mammoth summit of the
mountain; I waited for the first rays of the
Omnipotent Sun to kiss me; completely annihilate even
the most minuscule trace of devil lingering in my
countenance,
When I was in the heart of the jungle; I waited for
the royally undaunted lion to arrive; instill in me
loads of incomprehensible conviction; with just his
single solitary roar,
When I was overwhelmingly tense and frazzled beyond
capacity under the mind-boggling work load; I waited
for a magnanimous yawn; releasing me uninhibitedly
from corridors of desperation,
When I was seated abreast the golden mellow of the
ornate candle; I waited for infinite lines of romantic
poetry to flow in torrential downpours from my
fingers; encompassing all the fragrant beauty
whispering on this planet,
When I was staring unrelentingly towards the cosmos; I
waited for the resplendent moon to arrive; illuminate
the profound darkness of my soul with its festoon of
immaculately shimmering rays,
When I was relentlessly marching on my path to save
dwindling humanity; I waited for blessings to shower
from the sky; to metamorphose my humble mission into a
perpetual reality,
When I was dozing under the gigantic tree; I waited
for the coconut to trip down; pacifying the
traumatized valleys in my throat with its stupendously
rejuvenating water,
When I robustly inhaling and alive; I waited for the
divine light to prudently guide me; engender me to
sacrifice my life for irrefutable justice to every
living kind,
When I was traversing past the morbid graveyard; I
waited for breath to relinquish me in entirety; bond
me forever with my mates sleeping blissfully beneath
the soil,
And when I was in front of my immortal beloved; I
waited for her to say I LOVE YOU, making me entirely
oblivious to the most treacherous of pain on my body;
making me speak, worship; and die for; LOVE, LOVE AND
ONLY LOVE
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(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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