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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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2029.
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Why should I stop writing poetry?
Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an
ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering
cactus; wanted it to?
Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into
glittering gold; just because the lecherously
manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to?
Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose
itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the
diminutively cowardly scared of leading life;
wanted it to?
Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose
itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just
because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury;
wanted it to?
Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically
through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice;
just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost;
wanted it to?
Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into
a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some
fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion;
wanted it to?
Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant
metamorphose itself into a succulent deer; just
because the tumultuously roaring lion; wanted it to?
Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp
metamorphose itself into a road of formidably gripping
concrete; just because those disastrously unable to
find their foot;
wanted it to?
Why should the preposterously gigantic shark
metamorphose itself into an immaculately shimmering
pearl; just because the baselessly petrified
passengers on the shores; wanted it to?
Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose
itself into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just
because the ostentatiously threadbare party;
wanted it to?
Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose
itself into hives replenishing with golden honey; just
because the pretentiously philosophizing;
wanted it to?
Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito
metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending
fantasy; just because the treacherously snoring terrorist;
wanted it to?
Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose
itself into a puristic boy; just because the
traditionally uncouth parents;
wanted it to?
Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes;
metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just
because ruthlessly penalizing mankind;
wanted them to?
Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose
himself into a ghastly corpse; just because the
manipulatively parasitic sons;
wanted him to?
Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose
itself into an articulate key; just because the
hideous battalion of burglars;
wanted it to?
Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose
themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food;
just because horrendously lazy urchins;
wanted them to?
Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself
into the flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the
satanically barbaric yearning for an eternal day;
wanted them to?
Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into
invidiously sinister betrayal; just because the
rigidly extraneous world;
wanted it to?
Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into
pathetically gruesome death; just because some power
hungry leaders;
wanted it to?
And why should I; stop writing; breathing; fantasizing;
poetry from the inner most realms of my heart;
metamorphose myself into deplorably stinking office;
just because the uncouthly unforgiving society around;
wanted me to?
©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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2030.
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Why should I?
Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an
ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering
cactus; wanted it to?
Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into
glittering gold; just because the lecherously
manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to?
Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose
itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the
diminutively cowardly scared of leading life; wanted
it to?
Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose
itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just
because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury;
wanted it to?
Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically
through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice;
just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost; wanted
it to?
Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into
a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some
fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion; wanted
it to?
Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant
metamorphose itself into a succulent deer; just
because the tumultuously roaring lion; wanted it to?
Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp
metamorphose itself into a road of formidably gripping
concrete; just because those disastrously unable to
find their foot; wanted it to?
Why should the preposterously gigantic shark
metamorphose itself into an immaculately shimmering
pearl; just because the baselessly petrified
passengers on the shores; wanted it to?
Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose
itself into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just
because the ostentatiously threadbare party; wanted it
to?
Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose
itself into hives replenishing with golden honey; just
because the pretentiously philosophizing; wanted it to
?
Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito
metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending
fantasy; just because the treacherously snoring
terrorist; wanted it to?
Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose
itself into a puristic boy; just because the
traditionally uncouth parents; wanted it to?
Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes;
metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just
because ruthlessly penalizing mankind; wanted them to
?
Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose
himself into a ghastly corpse; just because the
manipulatively parasitic sons; wanted him to?
Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose
itself into an articulate key; just because the
hideous battalion of burglars; wanted it to?
Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose
themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food;
just because horrendously lazy urchins; wanted them to
?
Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself
into the flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the
satanically barbaric yearning for an eternal day;
wanted them to?
Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into
invidiously sinister betrayal; just because the
rigidly extraneous world; wanted it to?
Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into
pathetically gruesome death; just because some power
hungry leaders; wanted it to?
And why should I; stop writing; breathing; fantasizing;
poetry from the inner most realms of my heart;
metamorphose myself into deplorably stinking office;
just because the uncouthly unforgiving society around;
wanted me to?
©COPYRIGHT—2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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2031.
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Why should I? -1
Why should I embrace the satanically lecherous; with
uncouth blood stained profusely on their devilish
palms?
When I had her impeccable memories floating vividly;
in the crystalline white of my poignant eyes…
Why should I play with the acrimonious demons;
frolicking in their land inundated with treacherous
sin and blood?
When I had her irrefutably sacrosanct shadow by my
side; profoundly alluring me with its ravishing
charisma and philanthropic charm…
Why should I bow down in front of the horrendously
ghastly traitors; barbarically tyrannizing and
rebuking innocent mothers?
When I had her divine persona nestling indefatigably
in my soul; enriching it towards its ultimate goal;
its most unfathomable richness in life…
Why should I philosophize the indiscriminately
illegitimate essence of evil; harnessing coldblooded
monsters to escalate higher than the clouds?
When I had her vivaciously benign dreams in my mind;
her rhapsodic fragrance which tirelessly kept casting
its irrevocable spell; upon each dwindling bone of my
penurious countenance….
Why should I frantically search for hideous crime;
assassinating blissful life diabolically from the
trajectory of this celestial Universe?
When I had the magnanimous festoon of her humanitarian
ideals; lingering in even the most inconspicuous
ingredient of my crimson blood…
Why should I blend with the torturous winds of malice;
weighing myself every instant in the heinously
stinking scales of manipulative give and take?
When I had her battalion of boundless smiles
incarcerated safely within the periphery of my lips;
endlessly catapulting me to an island of everlasting
joy and stupendous fulfillment…
Why should I entangle myself into the murderous battle
for insatiable power; baselessly leading each moment
of my life to achieve a stardom at the cost of
ruthless bloodshed?
When I had her sacred palms perpetually united in
mine; her godly feet matching my every step; as I
propelled forward to scrap parasites from mankind…
Why should I commit horrifically deplorable suicide;
relinquish the last breath of my life in utter
hopelessness and unsurpassable despair?
When I her incredulously melodious sounds
intransigently engulfing my ears; making me desire
beyond the realms of the absolute extraordinary;
marvelously quenching every benevolent ambition of
mine….
And why should I dream of another birth with Herculean
power; blessed with a miraculous prowess to
metamorphose every inconspicuous stone into
glitteringly mesmerizing gold?
When I had her immortal heartbeats imprisoned in the
innermost realms of my chest; granting me the
insurmountable tenacity to lead an infinite more
births in this single lifetime of mine; making me feel
the richest man alive; even as I stood for a few
seconds on the doorsteps of rotting hell…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2032.
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Why was I alive?
Why were you smiling spuriously; when actually you
were completely shattered from inside?
Why were the trees blissfully casting their shadows;
when actually they felt that they would wither away?
Why was the sun shining; when actually it felt that it
would submerge into a pool of darkness?
Why was the rose blossoming handsomely towards the
sky; when actually every droplet of its juice was
being savagely sucked by the parasite?
Why were the birds chirping melodiously; when actually
their nests were completely destroyed?
Why were the waves simmering placidly; when actually
they were soon to be enveloped by a tumultuous storm?
Why was it raining; when actually the clouds had faded
decades ago?
Why were the fish swimming gleefully; when actually
they knew that they were going to be devoured by a
hostile shark the very next moment?
Why were the eyes radiant; when they were actually
going to be besieged by wholesome blindness within a
few seconds?
Why was the car traversing like a prince; when
actually it was going to plummet into the steep
valley; as soon as it reached the bridge?
Why were the fires blazing vivaciously towards the
sky; when actually they were going to blend with loose
mud; as soon as the rain came down?
Why was the businessman busy in millions of dollars
worth of business deals; when actually he had lost
completely in matters of the heart?
Why was the rainbow shimmering bombastically in the
cosmos; when it actually was going to fade away into
thin wisps of oblivion; as soon as the clouds gathered
in?
Why were the buildings standing fortified; tall; and
domineering; when actually they were going to be
reduced to inconspicuous rubble; with meager strokes
of the devastating earthquake?
Why was the mosquito greedily sucking blood; when
actually it was going to get perennial rest in the
lizards stomach very soon?
Why was the ghost wandering in the dilapidated
mansion; when he actually knew that he had left for
his heavenly abode centuries ago?
Why did a human being consider himself God at times;
when he actually couldn't even guess; as to what was
happening just a few centimeters behind his back?
Why was the old lady shouting exuberantly at the top
of her lungs; when she was actually going to
relinquish breath any second; due to diminishing old
age?
And why was I living; showing the world my stoical
demeanor; working like a machine as If I wasn't the
least affected; when in fact I actually knew that I
had died long ago; and what people saw outside; was
just a skeleton of mine; without mind; body and
spirit?
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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