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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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2021.
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Who says that the photograph was lifeless?
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unlimitedly ignited passion when we rolled on profusely rain soaked grass; as marvelously as its peerlessly infallible contours,
Nonone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unconquerably divinely embrace under the optimistically rising Sun; as majestically as its flawlessly twinkling contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unassailably ardent emotion as we uninhibitedly divulged the innermost arenas of our heart; as aristocratically as its victoriously unimpeachable contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; fervently tracing each pore of our skins like the greatest of artists; as its triumphantly benign contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; endlessly humming an infinite unabashed tunes of freshly found happiness; as its poignantly enthralling contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insuperably glorious unity; when we clung to each other like never before in the profoundly tangy waves of the undulating ocean; as its inimitably undefeated contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; eternally unfettered playfulness when we poked each other in the ribs with our bohemian toe; as its regally unshakable contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insatiably magnetic arousal; when every conceivable hair on our skin stood up till the ultimate peak of Everest; as its peerlessly innocuous contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unwontedly exhilarating nakedness; when we tantalizingly chased each other in the rapturously moonless night; as its gregariously unbiased contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; everlastingly voluptuous intimacy; when the most luscious tinge of our lips blended with the fabric of the entire Universe; as its earnestly sparkling contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; bewitchingly unparalleled ecstasy; when we fearlessly intermingled each of our breaths in the broadest of daylight; as its affably immaculate contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; innocently unconquerable passion; when we timelessly stared into the inscrutable whites of our eyes; as its marvelously endowed contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; intrepidly emancipating adventure; when we tirelessly explored every seductively enrapturing pathway of mother nature; as its amiably mesmerizing contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; pricelessly humanitarian bonding; when we forever and ardently coalesced each finger of our palms irrespective of caste/creed/color or tribe; as its splendidly replenishing contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; triumphantly unceasing exultation; when we’d eaten the first meal of our life together in the same altruistic leaf; as its handsomely befitting contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; extraordinarily reverberating sensuousness; when we traced even the most inconspicuous bone of our shivering spines with our tongues; as its iridescently blessed contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; symbiotically redolent proliferation; when we held our new born baby daughter in our delightedly effervescent palms; as its adroitly chiseled contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; immortally blessed love; when we’d first met and proposed in the Omnisciently unshakable realms of the mosque; as its regally harmonious contours,
And can you believe it! Even after doing so much for us; portraying our love so perpetually and in an infinite of its magical forms; to a boundless more of our future generations; the world still stupidly said; that the photograph was spinelessly emotionless and “Lifeless”….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2022.
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Who was she?
Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt like
collapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sun
all throughout the brilliant day?
Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although I
was the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinking
jute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside?
Who was she who tormented me beyond the point of no
control; tantalizing me like a heavenly seductress;
and then living me supremely replenished in my
impoverished life?
Who was she who made me crave for more although I had
achieved my share from my life; made me insatiably
wander through uncanny lanes of the romantically
unexplored?
Who was she who made me love every entity on this
fathomless planet; when infact I had even forgotten to
take my name with pride?
Who was she who ignited thunderbolts of unprecedented
desire in my diminutive demeanor; even though it
murderously snowed since centuries outside?
Who was she who came like an angel in my blood; not
only mitigating it from the most deadliest of disease;
but granting it an incredulously infinite more lives?
Who was she who became each word I spoke; each dream
that I desired even in the most boisterous of light;
stumbling on each footstep although I had the most
strongest of feet?
Who was she who always invisibly comforted me the most
when I needed it; ensuring I irrefutably emerged
triumphant in every aspect of intrepidly challenging
life?
Who was she who was the unflinching candle of my every
night; who divinely guided me to my mission; the
ultimate fantasies of my life; even before I could
speak?
Who was she who made me witness paradise even in the
midst of unruly traffic; propelled me to take birth an
infinite times; till I blissfully pacified the
insurmountable agony of my dwindling soul?
Who was she who made me soar through the clouds like a
royal eagle; compassionately romancing with the exotic
winds that clung ardently to my famished wings?
Who was she who engendered me to continue God’s sacred
chapter of never ending life; making me procreate
countless more of my kind?
Who was she who deluged my life with unsurpassable
happiness; metamorphosing each tear of mine into
pearls of exuberantly enthralling joy?
Who was she who at times became my mother; my father;
my sister; never making me feel that I was uncouthly
orphaned right since my first cry of devastated life?
Who was she who made me oblivious to the most
thunderous sounds in this Universe; following her
footsteps like an insane lunatic; even after the last
droplet of blood had wholesomely evaporated from my
veins?
Who was she who came like a shadow in my pathetic
survival; became the insatiably voluptuous redolence
of each of my senses; assuming monumental proportions
more than the divine?
Who was she who stole each beat of my heart; made me
feel the richest alive not only in this birth; but
immortalized each minuscule breath of mine?
And although I didn’t meet her in this lifetime of
mine; not had the tiniest of insinuation of how her
body looked; it was indeed the power of her invincible
soul; that made me break through each hell; love her
forever and ever and ever in a land of the Omnipotent
God’s; in a land of ultimate paradise…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2023.
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Who’s bothered the tiniest of death…
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m terribly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those divinely eyes of yours; the unparalleled empathy for every fraternity of living kind enshrouding them; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m uncontrollably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those magical palms of yours; which forever erased every sorrow from the fathomless fabric of mankind; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m indescribably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those benign ears of yours which heard and befriended every voice from the heart on this earth; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m endlessly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those Omnipotent footprints of yours which invincibly lead all forms of altruistic goodness; to the ultimate corridors of utopian heaven,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m unfathomably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those miraculously ameliorating lips of yours—which metamorphosed every insinuation of disparity into a paradise of oneness; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m limitlessly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those Omniscient lines of your forehead; which poignantly depicted the destiny of every palpitating organism on this Universe; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m unceasingly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that inimitably unconquerable majesty of your caress—which took all my pains forever and ever and ever; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m terribly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that eternally enlightening voice of yours—which silenced the mightiest shriek of the devil forever; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m unthinkably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember those innumerable miracles that you inexhaustibly spurned out of lifeless air; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m treacherously afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that divinely nose of yours which mischievously cuddled every child irrespective of caste/creed/or color—thereby giving it a brand new life; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m unexplainably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that impregnable freshness that radiated from your countenance; which perpetuated an infinite civilizations of symbiotic togetherness; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m inconsolably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember your Omnipotence fragrance; which gave a whole new direction to every despairingly flailing element of life; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m intransigently afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember your unparalleled magnetic voice—which quelled every idiosyncratically perverted imagery forever; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m irretrievably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember your astounding prowess to blend earth with sky-at a singleton swish of your godly thumb; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m maniacally afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember the unassailable silkenness of your persona—which charmed even the most hideous of devils to fall at your feet; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m overwhelmingly afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that heavenly spontaneity that profusely dribbled from your soul—uninhibitedly embracing one and all on this boundless Universe; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m inescapably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that immortal heart of yours; whose each insuperable beat blessed every cranny of this gigantic Universe with the power of truth; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but yes I’m inexorably afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that unmatched signature of yours—which forever bore the ultimate seal of this entire enchanting planet; after I die,
Who’s bothered the tiniest of death; but I’m continuously afraid that I’d never ever be able to remember that eternal sparkle in even the most evanescent of your shadow—which bestowed upon the power to royally survive as the richest organism for an infinite more lifetimes; after I die….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2024.
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Wholeheartedly
Whether it be clambering the footsteps that led to
your dwelling; or whether it be exuberantly galloping
to the summit of the Herculean mountain; in lightening
seconds of time,
Whether it be whispering your fears into your mother’s
ear; or whether it be blazingly silencing the wail of
derogatory corruption; with the power of unflinching
righteousness in your exhilarated voice,
Whether it be plucking a singleton fruit for your
existence; or whether it be indefatigably expending
every element of your intrepid silhouette; to
philanthropically feed all on this planet; one and
alike,
Whether it be envisaging about what was going to
unveil just an infinitesimal footstep beyond your
body; or whether it be galloping your brain on an
unrelenting rampage; to assimilate all panoramic
beauty on this earth in your wandering soul,
Whether it be stooping and cleaning every iota of dust
from your kitchen window; or whether it be
patriotically baring your irrefutably sparkling
countenance; for the sake of your entire motherland,
Whether it be bathing your dreary bones under the
measly trickle diffusing from your dilapidated tap; or
whether it be gyrating in profound furor with the
ravishingly undulating ocean waves,
Whether it be straining your ear towards the sounds of
the majestically mellifluous nightingale; or whether
it be ebulliently absorbing the ingratiating
fascination of this gigantic world; like unbelievable
darts of white lightening through your ears,
Whether it be tanning the patches of profuse white in
your skin as the first rays of Sun shone enchantingly
outside; or whether it be audaciously facing the
mighty winds of the ferociously sweltering desert;
singlehandedly,
Whether it be tracing the outlines of your quavering
shadow with your curled fingers; or whether it be
wholesomely coalescing even the most mercurial element
of your mind; body and conscience with the religion of
eternally insuperable mankind,
Whether it be embossing an inconspicuous alphabet on
barren paper; or whether it be tumultuously inundating
fathomless kilometers of disastrously bane canvas;
with boundless volumes of spell binding literature,
Whether it be assisting your own kin in whatever way
you could; or whether it be standing like an
unconquerable fortress in the face of the most acrid
adversity; for handsomely mitigating every orphaned
and blessed; alike,
Whether it be feeling exultated by just a globule of
rain on your impoverished caricature; or whether it be
uninhibitedly wandering through the lanes of
unfathomably radiant and celestial paradise,
Whether it be flirting with sensuously nubile maidens
behind the sunset hills; or whether it be surrendering
even the most fugitive beat of your heart to the
person your implacably loved,
Whether it be licking a parsimonious glob of holistic
honey; or whether it be wanting the symbiotic
sweetness of the unsurpassably iridescent atmosphere;
to nestle miraculously on the tip of your emaciating
tongue,
Whether it be passing out your examinations at school
to appease your revered parents; or whether it be
royally acquiring every felicitation on this boundless
planet; even beyond they could ever perceive to
magnificently come,
Whether it be a capricious craving to harness artistry
with your very own scarlet blood; or whether it be a
altruistic resolution to poignantly dedicate every day
of your life; to the benign service of innocuously
bountiful mankind,
Whether it be an evanescent breath that you wanted to
expunge from your beleaguered nostrils; or whether it
be a vibrantly impregnable determination of your
conscience to instill quintessential life in every
extinguishing life; that you encountered in your way,
Whether it be your signature for a single humanitarian
life; or whether it be your immortal pledge to take
birth an infinite times; till the time you eradicated
every obnoxious trace of uxoriously depraving slavery
and poverty,
Whatever benevolent you do; whether it be minuscule or
whether it be more colossal than your timeless life;
do it wholeheartedly; plunging every trace of your
heart; blood; breath and body ardently into it,
And then you will find; that with the blessings of the
Omnipotent Lord; there would be no salacious devil to
impede you in your way; there would be no devil to
stop you; invincibly succeed…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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