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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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2001.
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What to do with this heart?
I could perhaps control my brain; diverting it to a
billion other directions of mesmerizing beauty and
unparalleled enchantment,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
unrelentingly bounced to an infinite kilometers beyond
the horizons of emptiness in clear sky; without her
magically royal shadow by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; profusely sedating
it without listening to a trifle of its choice; with
the most efficaciously inclement tranquilizers,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
reverberated more thunderously than the most untamed
lightening and storm; without her unbelievably
mellifluous voice by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; maliciously
poisoning it against the most ethereal of emotion on
this Universe; everytime it commenced to inexplicably
cry,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats lost every
trace of direction; went ludicrously haywire even in
the most brilliantly explicit Sunlight; without her
magnanimously bestowing palms by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; treacherously
rebuking it to such an ignominiously contemptuous
threshold; that it became oblivious to its very own
voice,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats drowned a
zillion feet beneath the coffin of nothingness;
without the rhapsodically effulgent sweetness of her
existence by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; mechanically
attuning it to the mundane vagaries of survival;
dictating upon it that the mantra of survival of the
fittest was the only mantra that it should profoundly
realize,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats dimmed to
a lackadaisical singleton in the entire day; without
her miraculously alleviating aura by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; whiplashing it with
the severest of medicinal injection; so that it
couldn’t conceive an iota beyond the aisles of mundane
practicality,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats withered
more faster than preposterously slippery quick sand;
without her innocuously righteous stare by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; splitting it apart
into an unsurpassable halves; as it started to
reminisce those moments when we first divinely met,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats shook
hands with murderous apocalypses of hedonistic hell;
without her pristinely humanitarian stride by their
side…
I could perhaps control my brain; metamorphosing its
structure surgically; from one that remained obsessed
solely with her desire; to one that nonchalantly moved
step by step with the ruthlessly robotic planet
outside,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats
uncompromisingly cried tears of raw blood for an
infinite more lifetimes; without her fructifying
dynamite of blissful energy by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; neutralizing even
the most evanescent of its intricate emotionality;
with the salaciously cold-blooded poison of current
world commercialism and inevitable corruption,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats trembled
more vociferously than the tremors of the most
devastating earthquake; without her timelessly
blossoming fragrance by their side…
I could perhaps control my brain; inexhaustibly
subjugating it with chains of concentratedly Spartan
meditation; whenever it wandered towards memories of
gloriously triumphant past,
But what to do with this heart; whose beats were
rendering me an unfathomable billion torturous deaths
even though I was veritably alive; without the spirit
of her immortally Omnipotent love by their side…
©copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights
reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2002.
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What use was it?
You might be having the most powerful arms on this
Universe; harboring Herculean strength in their
formidable biceps,
But what use were they when you utilized them to
indiscriminately trample the innocent; instead of
defending your fellow comrades withering towards the
tenterhooks of absolutely despicable extinction?
You might be having the most mesmerizing eyes in this
Universe; majestically shimmering under profusely
golden rays of the Sun,
But what use were they when you utilized them to sight
and blend with the evil; instead of helping innocent
beings when hell rained down severely upon their
spotless countenance?
You might be having the most magnificent smiles on
this Universe; blossoming into a festoon of stupendous
grandiloquence; as the moon cast its resplendence on
mundane mud,
But what use were they when you utilized them to
appease the hideously manipulative; instead of
embracing orphaned children; trembling without their
parents and benevolent mankind?
You might be having the most robust complexioned palms
in this Universe; impregnated with a myriad of destiny
lines which were veritably unconquerable from all
sides,
But what use were they when you utilized them to
behead immaculate scalps like frigid matchsticks;
instead of wiping of the tears from all those mothers;
completely shattered and devastated in life?
You might be having the most talented brain in this
Universe; astoundingly remembering even the first
alphabet you spoke at birth; even while you about to
relinquish your last breath,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to evolve
weapons of deadly destruction; instead of
metamorphosing God’s planet once again; into a
splendid paradise?
You might be having the most spell binding voice on
this Universe; engendering boundless heads to rivet
towards you; the instant you unveiled your mouth,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to uncouthly
abuse the old and depriving; instead of soothing the
trauma in bereaved hearts with the ingratiating melody
in your sound?
You might be having the most mystical shadow in this
Universe; fluttering like the heavens at the onset of
charismatically seductive twilight,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to
stealthily creep and strangulate your impeccably
sleeping mates; instead of profoundly enlightening the
lives of those brutally drugged with monotonous malice
?
You might be having the most tenacious conscience on
this Universe; absorbing even the unfathomably
sinister in your obdurately resilient swirl,
But what use was it; when you utilized it to
disseminate tornado’s of ungainly guilt; instead of
guiding the despairing world outside towards
optimistic light?
And you might be having the most passionate heart on
this Universe; throbbing more ardently than the
brilliantly flaming Sun,
But what use was it; when you utilized it satanically
to assassinate celestially divine relationships;
instead of bonding people of different tribes all
across the fathomless continent; with threads of
IMMORTAL LOVE….? ?
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2003.
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What's love all about?
No asphyxiating rules; not the slightest seed of
ghastily terrorizing commercialism around,
No bizarre monotony; not the slightest innuendo of
debilitating stagnation insidiously floating around,
No usurped definitions; not the slightest of
deliriously incarcerating society; to brutally jail it
in its way,
No prejudiced manipulation; not the slightest of
cold-blooded barbarism stealthily lurking at
clandestine crannies of wastrel civilization,
No traumatic agony; not the slightest teardropp of
frustrating malice; which baselessly annihilated
countless impeccable; in its cadaverously inane swirl,
No frigid infertility; not the slightest of crippling
infidelity that stabbed you beyond the threshold of
extinction; the instant you turned your back,
No vicarious salaciousness; not the slightest of
animosity permeating vindictively into the fabric of
spellbindingly enchanting humanity,
No nefarious meanness; not the slightest of derogatory
inflammation perilously creeping into the
synergistically benign structure of humanity,
No wreckless insomnia; not the slightest of invidious
laziness disparagingly stagnating the vivacious mantra
of blissfully burgeoning existence,
No tawdry indiscrimination; not the slightest of
vengeful parasites satanically sucking innocuous blood
from the heart of this symbiotically celestial planet,
No inexplicable hopelessness; not the slightest of
disparity preposterously corrupting the spirit of
unsurpassable unity inherently impregnating the
pricelessly insuperable atmosphere,
No deplorable delinquency; not the slightest of
vituperatively ostracizing devil; that treacherously
deserted you in your times of blood-curling duress,
No squelching torture; not the slightest of fretfully
ribald deterioration; indefatigably endangering the
rudiments of irrefutable truth in the fathomless
planet,
No fiendish robbery; not the slightest spell of
doomsday depriving holistically coalescing bodies; of
their unparalleled elixir to fantastically exist,
No spurious religion; not the slightest of bawdy
fanaticism; mercilessly snatching loved ones from
their adorably venerated kin,
No blood-thirsty injustice; not the slightest travesty
of the oceans of unconquerably glorious righteousness;
the principles of ubiquitously sacrosanct friendship,
No worthless shivering; not the slightest of
relentlessly shivering in the torturous cold outside;
while demons of lies marauded at rampant will on this
boundless planet,
No abysmal nonchalance; not the slightest of
lacklusterness cancerously weakening the crux of
stupendously proliferating and timelessly blessing
life,
Only immortally endowing life; Only unflinchingly
united existence; Only truth blazing into eternal
Omnipotence; Only perpetually fructifying bondage;
Only exhilaration unprecedented culminating into the
realms of everlastingly propitious paradise,
That’s what 100% Love has forever taught you; that’s
what 100 % Love does to you every unfurling minute of
your diminutively impoverished life; that’s what 100%
Love all about….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2004.
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When I needed you
When I needed loads of conviction to fight every
aspect of monotonous life; I looked into your
impeccably righteous eyes,
When I needed the exhilaration to surge forward after
wee hours of perilous midnight; I fondled your
voluptuously ravishing hair,
When I needed unrelenting stamina to clamber to the
ultimate summit of the mountain; I glimpsed at your
celestially exuberant smile,
When I needed that indispensable rejuvenation to
forget my battalion of pragmatic worries; I fondled
the rubicund pink of your mesmerizing cheeks,
When I needed a tunnel of mysticism to envelop my
conscience; I peered profoundly into the lines of your
daintily embellished palms,
When I needed overwhelming courage to face the hideous
hooded devil; I inhaled the divinely breath diffusing
compassionately from your nostrils,
When I needed the persevering ardor to indefatigably
execute my duties; I basked in the glory of your
gloriously golden beads of perspiration,
When I needed back my moments of nostalgic childhood;
I wholesomely blended my impoverished demeanor in the
folds of your sacrosanct lap,
When I needed the profuse virtue of benevolence to
help my shivering fellow beings; I glanced at the
immaculate integrity of your magnanimous soul,
When I needed the flame of desire to rise in my body;
I kissed your enchanting lips till eternity under the
resplendent ocean of moonlight,
When I needed the Herculean tenacity to trespass over
a blanket of thorns; I touched your feet; for the
blessings which saw me emerge victorious in each
mission I undertook,
When I needed that time should tumultuously fly; I
concentrated on your lightening fast flurry of
mischievous winks,
When I needed sleep after struggling for sweltering
days on the trot; I absorbed the rhapsodic melody in
your voice; that made me snore than the richest of
kings,
When I needed my devotion to mankind culminate into a
full blossom; I clasped your folded hands which prayed
incessantly towards the Sun, ’
When I needed to forget my departed ones; I bonded
your magical countenance tightly with mine; making me
wholesomely oblivious to the essence of veritable
death and pain,
When I needed to impregnate astounding sensitivity in
my routine form; I traced the outlines of your
ingratiatingly marvelous face,
When I needed to lead life to the fullest; I followed
your alluring footsteps; which kept boisterously
bouncing; irrespective of advancing time and age,
When I needed to die and relinquish even the most
minuscule draught of air I breathed; I looked at your
Omnipotent shadow; which followed me all the way to
the heavens,
And when I needed immortally love; I bonded with the
inner most core of your heart; and it was here that I
found a perpetual gift of sharing and care; it was
here that I found all the wealth I was so desperately
seeking in this miserably manipulative world….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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