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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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2025.
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Wholesomely emptying
When you wholesomely emptied the rhapsodically
fathomless sky; all that blissfully poured out was
nothing else; but an unfathomable galaxy of panoramic
beauty and everlastingly Omnipotent enchantment,
When you wholesomely emptied the ravishingly
undulating ocean; all that euphorically gushed out was
nothing else; but a fabulously tangy gorge of
poignantly exhilarating salt,
When you wholesomely emptied the ignominiously fetid
gutter; all that scurrilously hurtled out was nothing
else; but a vapidly morbid mortuary of sewage and
preposterously cadaverous stink,
When you wholesomely emptied the mellifluously
blossoming lotus; all that pristinely disseminated out
was nothing else; but an invincibly celestial meadow
of inimitably unparalleled scent,
When you wholesomely emptied the ghoulishly invidious
corpse; all that mordantly diffused out was nothing
else; but a frigidly pulverized curry of traumatically
disgruntled nothingness,
When you wholesomely emptied the indomitably towering
mountain; all that unitedly exploded out was nothing
else; but an unstoppably eternal reservoir of
handsomely Herculean and unflinching strength,
When you wholesomely emptied the nefariously
gratuitous parasite; all that ballistically blasted
out was nothing else; but a stream of ghastily
devoured and innocently priceless blood,
When you wholesomely emptied the boisterously bubbling
beehive; all that ingratiatingly dribbled out was
nothing else; but a valley of fantastically exuberant
energy and divine sweetness,
When you wholesomely emptied the manipulatively
prejudiced politicians house; all that vicariously
tumbled out was nothing else; but a sonorously
decrepit graveyard of profanely clandestine
devilishness,
When you wholesomely emptied the blissfully venerated
cow; all that benevolently crept out was nothing else;
but a fountain of impregnably enamoring and godly
milk,
When you wholesomely emptied the satanically menacing
dinosaurs; all that derogatorily fulminated out was
nothing else; but an unrelentingly sadistic curry of
preposterously squelched and uncontrollably slavering
organism,
When you wholesomely emptied the belly of the
inscrutably majestic forests; all that royally floated
out was nothing else; but a wonderfully tantalizing
breeze of exhilaratingly ecstatic adventure and
timeless freshness,
When you wholesomely emptied the jubilantly newborn
eyes; all that innocuously drifted out was nothing
else; but an egalitarian empathy for all echelon of
motley mankind; symbiotically bonding with the
heavenly rudiments of existence forever and ever and
ever,
When you wholesomely emptied the corporate tycoons
glass of tea; all that salaciously wafted out was
nothing else; but a flagrantly surreptitious scheme to
unreasonably over topple his competitor; for even the
most evanescent trace of the currency coin,
When you wholesomely emptied the Omnipotently fearless
Sun; all that gloriously dazzled out was nothing else;
but an unsurpassably insuperable civilization of
optimistic enlightenment and vividly blazing
patriotism,
When you wholesomely emptied the lethally insidious
scorpions den; all that devastatingly diffused out was
nothing else; but threateningly acrimonious and
bawdily asphyxiating poison,
When you wholesomely emptied the resplendently
sparkling oyster; all that robustly culminated out was
nothing else; but charismatically burgeoning
rain-showers of beautifully glistening pearls and
effulgent prosperity,
When you wholesomely emptied the coffins of dolorously
decaying betrayal; all that hedonistically ricocheted
out was nothing else; but the gallows of truculently
torturous and fiendishly strangulating death,
And when you wholesomely emptied the sensitively
passionate and uninhibitedly palpitating heart; all
that timelessly liberated out was nothing else; but
the rainbow of immortally blessing and unbreakably
bonding love; love and sensuously fiery love
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
Nikhil Parekh
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2026.
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Why are you bothered
You just climb the tree with a spirit of adventure
drenching each of your bedraggled senses; and the
winds of untamed euphoria encapsulating each of your
dreary nerves,
Why are you bothered about counting the innumerable
number of branches that came in between; the
incomprehensibly pertinent barricade of worms and
insects that you encountered in your way?
You just eat the mango wholeheartedly with stupendous
relish; rhapsodically devouring its majestic skin with
the ecstatic buds in your tongue,
Why are you bothered about counting the unsurpassable
number of seeds incarcerated in its belly; the
baseless strands of bitterness that protruded
harmlessly from its body?
You just swim exuberantly across the bountifully
ravishing lake; letting the heavenly waters take
celestial control over the boundless battalion of
frazzled parasites lingering in your insidious blood,
Why are you bothered about counting the meaningless
number of ripples that floated on the surface; the
innocuously drifting sea weed and frigid lumber that
kissed your shriveled skin; as you drifted by?
You just bask in the aisles of unprecedentedly
ebullient fantasy and desire; galloping towards the
summit of unparalleled happiness as each instant
unveiled by,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless
number of images that stupendously enshrouded your
nimble mind; the fathomless myriad of color which
hovered obscurely in the interiors of your
intriguingly passionate brain cells?
You just patriotically march for your motherland in
all situations alike; beheading the army of
lecherously blood-sucking traitors on the other side;
with your invincible sword of righteousness,
Why are you bothered about counting the invidiously
augmenting number of devils; the unending repertoire
of insinuations that they harbored; in their murderous
plot to overtopple sagacious mankind?
You just sight your bountifully endowed reflection in
the profusely sparkling mirror; admiring the intricate
shapes of your countenance bestowed upon you in
vibrant abundance; by the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Why are you bothered about counting the worthless
sheets of dead fiber imprisoned inside the glass; the
disdainful blotches of dirt failing occasionally to
cast their impression upon its satiny periphery?
You just disseminate the ideals of immortal peace;
love and humanity; to the most remotest parts of this
boundlessly benign Universe,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless
fleet of manipulative politicians and tycoons; the
ropes of treacherous drudgery that they had spun upon
the crippled and enslaved; alike?
You just pursue whatever the innermost recesses of
your heart dictate; passionately bonding and blending
with the waves of unconquerable artistry and the
Omnipresent aura of fantasy for centuries immemorial,
Why are you bothered about counting the unendingly
monotonous jokers around; for whom nothing else
mattered on this earth; but working like an insane
clockwork from nine to nine?
And you just pursue your love in this bloomingly
mesmerizing life; immortally coalescing with its
Omniscient spirit every time you were bestowed upon
with an opportunity to be born; robustly once again,
Why are you bothered about counting the ludicrously
corrupt barriers of conventionally rigid society; the
tremendously cowardly pattern that they had adopted
since the time that they had emanated their very first
breath; the same dastardly pattern which they wanted
you to incorrigibly follow; for ostensibly no reason
or rhyme?
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2027.
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Why did he?
Why did he have to walk with a crippled leg,
when several of his age took part in marathon race.
Why did he beg with bruised bowls of cheap copper,
When bulk of the population sipped peach flavored
chocolate rum.
Why did he travel long distance on rusty bicycle,
Silver sedans with undeserving youth clambered through
dream lanes of the
valley.
Why did he quench his thirst with contaminated tap
water,
His counterpart mates drank Irish spring water all
night and day.
Why did he sleep with clattering teeth with threadbare
sacks wrapped round his
body,
Affluent children snuggled tightly under the comfort
of their Persian quilt.
Why did he spend his day begging and pulling truck
load,
youth of his age swam merrily, played long tennis with
cushioned racket.
Why did he place his feet on scorched tarmac,
The prince in the palace tread on Luke warm chips of
scented marble.
Why did he speak in a rustic village accent,
Teenagers of his kind babbled inarticulately in
different styles of slang.
Why did he wear clothes that were stained with colored
spit and mud,
Why did he have no one to wipe his tears with tinges
of blood,
God bestowed riches on some and a mountain of
horrendous difficulty on the
other
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2028.
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Why not mother's initials?
It was only a mother who so majestically bore you 9 months in her Omnipotent womb; nourishing every ingredient of your blessed body and bone; with her very own pricelessly inimitable blood,
It was only a mother who delivered you so celestially to the world; not letting even the most infinitesimal of scratch engulf your persona; whilst bearing the most indescribably excruciating of pain,
It was only a mother who so compassionately suckled you with her sacrosanct milk; mollifying even the most mercurial trace of your irascible hunger; although she was uncontrollably shivering in cancerous disease all the time,
It was only a mother who so holistically taught you how to walk; following and tracing even the most oblivious footstep of yours; whilst you kicked your baby feet in uninhibited abandon towards her impeccable face,
It was only a mother who so obsessively searched every cranny of this earth; to feed you with the best food and fruit available; bearing countless a whiplash of the sadistically pugnacious society in the entire process,
It was only a mother who so unsurpassably trembled in the freezing winter night; but enveloped every inch of your tiny form in the last altruistic robe adorning her venerated body,
It was a only mother who so endlessly fought against the entire planet; just so that you wholesomely followed even the most unconventionally evanescent dreams of your heart; just so that you blossomed till realms beyond infinite infinity in whatever symbiotic you chose to do,
It was only a mother who so irrefutably believed every voice that emanated from your soul; even as the entire Universe ignominiously slandered you and incarcerated you in ghoulishly crippling chains,
It was only a mother who so magnanimously condoned even the most unpardonable of your sin; infallibly believing it when you said that it had happened quite inadvertently from your demeanor,
It was only a mother who so indefatigably prayed to the Omniscient Almighty Lord for your perpetual betterment; whilst herself pathetically emaciating on a coffin of cadaverously fetid thorns,
It was only a mother who so selflessly and forever showered her countless blessings upon your impoverished form; even though at times you rebuked her; and lived in separated dwellings after earning your own livelihood,
It was only a mother who so brilliantly sketched even the most ethereal ingredient of your form with the redolent blood in her veins; even in the most diabolically crucifying of blackness,
It was only a mother who so perennially congratulated you at the even the most fugitive of your accomplishment; whilst the entire tawdry planet unceasingly laughed at your inanely frigid foolhardiness,
It was only a mother who so inexhaustibly stood guard by your side all day and satanic night; invincibly safe-guarding you from even the most dreariest voice of the devil; whilst you snored in bounteous heavens paradise,
It was only a mother who so unabashedly sold herself to every tangible trace of the chauvinistic male demon; just in order to earn that extra penny; which would add an undefeated glint to each element of your survival,
It was only a mother who so indefatigably harnessed even the most fleeting trace of your creativity; epitomizing the artist effulgently radiating from your breath; to perpetually blend with the Omnipresent Almighty Lord,
It was only a mother who so royally ameliorated you from the dungeons of torturous pain; metamorphosing even the most unstoppably bleeding of your wounds into the unassailable light of the Morning Sun; with just a single of her miraculous caress,
It was only a mother who so immortally loved you as her child; immortally dedicated every beat of her heart to your ecstatic creation; for a countless more of her lifetimes,
It was only a mother who so timelessly nourished every aspect of your truncated existence with her unflinchingly godly breath; tirelessly pumping victorious life in your mind; body; soul and spirit; even after she inevitably left for her heavenly abode,
And yet you fecklessly decrepit human molecule overlooked everything that shed done for you; cannibalistically overlooked the incomparable sacrifices that shed made to enable you to live an unlimited number of lifetimes; ruthlessly embossing your fathers initials instead of hers between your name and surname; just because itd been going on since thousands of years; and just because your spuriously stupid society said
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Nikhil Parekh
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