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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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2037.
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Without my priceless beloved
The Sun outside was flaming; blistering into infinite
shades of grandiloquent crimson as the clouds drifted
by,
Yet the interiors of my dwelling were engulfed by a
perpetual darkness; the most minuscule shimmer
irrevocably refusing to enter; without my priceless
beloved….
The trees outside swayed exuberantly; as the
vivaciously exotic storm descended full throttle upon
the dolorously gloomy atmosphere,
Yet the rooms of my dwelling were flooded with satanic
globules of blood; and time catapulted back instead of
ticking forward; without my priceless beloved….
The stars in the sky outside twinkled to the most
unprecedented glow; illuminating every alley of the
fathomless planet with profusely enchanting songs of
romance,
Yet each wall of my dwelling wept tears of untamed
sorrow; a ghastly solitude entrenched the handsome
backdropp of furniture; traumatized by the absence of
my priceless beloved….
The wind outside titillated itself to the most
unfathomable horizons of heaven; as cloudbursts of
sparkling rain tumbled rhapsodically from the sky,
Yet the windows of my dwelling intransigently
refrained from opening; sulking in the realms of
profound boredom; without my priceless beloved…
The peacocks outside on the grass danced to their
ultimate hearts content; blossoming their feathers
into an incredulous festoon of gorgeously vivid color,
Yet there was unsurpassable boredom in my dwelling;
with an eerie wave of silence cascading till the last
bone down my spine; without my priceless beloved….
The panthers outside in the jungle gallivanted
majestically up the hills; with a crown of marvelous
glittering royally on their heads,
Yet there was a cloud of barbaric death loitering in
every corner of my dwelling; my tongue abdicated to
speak even my very own name; without my priceless
beloved….
The planet outside brimmed with overwhelming activity;
as the wails of boundless newly born stole the hearts
of the most treacherously diabolical wandering around,
Yet the floors of my dwelling culminated into a
horrendously pugnacious fragrance; with even the
parasitic fleet of mosquitoes not interested in
sucking blood; as they inevitably missed my priceless
beloved…
The battalion of soldiers outside marched invincibly
forward for their country; with an immortal spirit of
glorious matrydom poignantly diffusing from their
eyes,
Yet the shadows inside my dwelling immutably refused
to subside; lengthening their sinister cover even
under the most dazzling of daylight; as they waited in
anticipation for my priceless beloved…
And the world outside spawned into a new beginning as
each day transcended over the resplendent night; with
the prolific winds of change taking an optimistic
stranglehold on the brutality of the previous day,
Yet the oligarchic space of my dwelling kept crawling
towards an inevitable blackness; kept dying the most
heinous death in a mist of fading oblivion; without my
priceless beloved….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2038.
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Without the slightest of fear
When I sat under fulminating beams of the Sun; I felt
an insatiable urge in my body to leap in untamed
exhilaration and dance,
When I sat in front of the scintillating mirror; I
felt like candidly analyzing even the most minuscule
part of my persona,
When I sat beside the enchantingly serene riverside; I
felt like nostalgically reminiscing the innocuous
flurry of moments which had wholesomely enveloped my
childhood,
When I sat by the profusely foliated tree; I felt like
bouncing up and down like the vivacious squirrels;
wistfully awaiting for the succulent fruits to
harmoniously pour down; on my famished belly,
When I sat under the conglomerate of voluptuously
exotic clouds; I felt like wandering with the heavenly
fairies; fantasizing my mind to the most unprecedented
limits,
When I sat eye to eye with the hideously ominous
snake; I felt the adrenaline building inevitably in my
bowels; a horrendously ghastly sensation encapsulating
the whole of my body to puke out my morning breakfast,
When I sat on the stern of the grandiloquent ship; I
felt younger than a wailing child; with the exuberant
waves of the ocean; impregnating Herculean loads of
rejuvenating energy in my dreary bones,
When I sat on a blanket of chilly snow; I felt numbing
arrows of death stabbing me from all sides; the
scarlet blood running robustly through my veins;
freezing into rosy ice-cream,
When I sat on the panthers back; I felt for a moment
to be the king of the jungle; although I had my heart
in my bootlaces after a while had elapsed; and the
beast snarled ferociously to its hearts content,
When I sat abreast a hive of swarming bees; I
fantastically felt the cocoons of golden honey
sandwiched handsomely in the pockets; however was soon
transported several feet beneath my coffin; as the
Queen maiden kissed me nimbly on my nose,
When I sat near the dolorously morbid grave; I felt
tears of inexplicable agony well up my eyes; an
uncanny wave of fear slowly engulf my blissful soul,
When I sat on a battalion of menacing crocodiles; I
felt overwhelmingly excruciating pangs of pain; as the
monsters ripped me apart till the last bone down my
spine,
When I sat on the century old vacant throne; I felt
like a majestically embellished royal prince; having
been given the supreme reigns in my hands; to rule the
township once again,
When I sat amidst an army of pot-bellied tortoise; I
felt whirlpools of laziness circumvent my demeanor; an
inexorably urge in my body to sleep in contentment
till times immemorial,
When I sat on the splendidly striped dolphins; I felt
like swirling in full fervor of boisterous life;
rolling my visage in tumultuous frenzy with the
splashing water,
When I sat on an island coated with disdainfully slimy
oil; I felt like slipping indefatigably towards
treacherous nothingness; with my grip on planet earth
slackening miserably as each second unveiled,
When I sat on the summit of the astronomically
towering mountain; I felt the entire world was a box
of insipid matchsticks; drank air into my lungs like a
man inhaling his last breath,
When I sat at whisker lengths from my beloved; I felt
infernos of invincible passion entrench my
countenance; an irrefutable longing in my lips to
caress her rubicund cheeks,
When I sat in front of the Creator's idol; I felt
blessed in every single respect of existing life;
emerged victorious from behind my vicious cloudburst
of gloom; to spread the true essence of happiness,
While it was only when I sat close to my mother; that
I felt I was the strongest man on this earth;
divulging to her whatever circulated in the inner most
compartments of my heart; and it was here that my
world came to an abrupt end; and it was here that I
discovered my true identity; and it was here that I
slept immortally without the slightest of fear….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2039.
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Without the slightest of hindrance setting in
Before I could even realize that it was “Day”; or relish its brilliantly optimistic light; the dolorously maiming horizons of evening set in; leaving me haplessly wandering in inexplicable gloom,
Before I could even realize that they were “Shores”; or relish their tantalizingly moistened sands; the ferociously devastating waves of the sea set in; disastrously swiping me from my nimble feet; and into the stormy depths of treacherously bewildering nothingness,
Before I could even realize that it was “Night”; or relish its voluptuously enigmatic softness; the horrendous fronds of sleep disdainfully set in; plunging me into a mortuary of unprecedentedly crippling blackness,
Before I could even realize that it was “Sun”; or relish its Omnipotently flaming rays; the ominously pillaging clouds dreadfully set in; rendering me with nothing else but lividly asphyxiating pangs of depression,
Before I could even realize that it was “Candle-light”; or relish its majestically peerless grandeur; the hedonistically massacring tornadoes set in; blowing me and the flames away into inane wisps of wanton meaninglessness,
Before I could even realize that it was “Mystery”; or relish its uncannily enamoring scent; the monotonously pragmatic riddle set in; metamorphosing every of my bountifully unbridled fantasy into robotic despair,
Before I could even realize that it was “Child-birth”; or relish its astoundingly pristine mischievousness; the agonizingly bruised cry of accidental death set in; transforming me into an emotionlessly living corpse,
Before I could even realize that it was “Food”; or relish its salubriously succulent jugglery of juices; the insouciantly tawdry stream of feces set in; drifting even the most infinitesimal ounce of my mind; body and soul; into cadaverous emptiness,
Before I could even realize that it was “Ice”; or relish its royally impeccable demeanor; the vindictively unsparing beams of afternoon set in; melting every iota of my unimpeachable integrity into infinite pools of amorphously pathetic liquid,
Before I could even realize that it was “Parenthood”; or relish its compassionately divine belonging; the cannibalistic battlefields of malicious divorce set in; wholesomely shattering every heavenly dream of mine into bizarre salaciousness,
Before I could even realize that it was “Sweat”; or relish its timelessly persevering masculinity; the inevitably tantalizing breeze of laziness set in; perpetuating me to snore like an infidel eunuch; instead of gloriously replenishing with the fruits of hard work,
Before I could even realize that it was “Humanity”; or relish its unassailably Omnipresent fragrance; the atrociously indiscriminate wail of war set in; fomenting me to tyrannically bleed till my last breath,
Before I could even realize that it was “Artistry”; or relish its unabashedly glorious sensitivity; the coffins of deplorably sacrilegious manipulation set in; gruesomely burying every ingredient of my righteousness; into the indescribably crucifying shit-pots of hell,
Before I could even realize that it was “Smile”; or relish its insuperably optimistic flavor; the preposterously languid yawn set in; lecherously dragging me into the most obliviously dilapidated maelstroms of boredom,
Before I could even realize that it was “Honesty”; or relish its unconquerably unflinching mirrors of truth; the fretfully ghoulish winds of parasitic politics set in; making me rub my nose in inconspicuously worthless dust,
Before I could even realize that it was “Perfection”; or relish its undauntedly ecstatic supremacy; the inconsolably bawdy human errors set in; satanically defeating me in the most quintessential processes of my existence,
Before I could even realize that it was “Virility”; or relish its fantastically untainted atmosphere of celestial triumph; the indiscriminately trampling footsteps of the devil set in; engendering me to crumble beyond holistic degrees of recognition,
Before I could even realize that it was “Breath”; or relish its unassailably fearless exhilaration; the unrelentingly victimizing gallows of death set in; rendering me to nothing else but an invisibly frigid whisker of worthlessness,
But before I could realize or even after I realized it; or whether I actually realized it the tiniest or not; the signature of her immortal love remained perpetually embossed in every beat of my passionate heart; for even an infinite lifetimes after this destined life of mine; and without the slightest of hindrance setting in….
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2040.
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Without these three
Without these three I would have run, but without the
slightest power or tenacity in my legs,
Without these three I would have dreamt, but those
fantasies would have revolved wholesomely around
ghastly death,
Without these three I would have smiled, but that
tinkle on my face would have been as morbid as the
buried corpse,
Without these three I would have eaten food, but each
morsel would have been like a million barrels of
poison,
Without these three I would have kissed, but my caress
would diffuse cancerous tissues instead of spreading
the bond of friendship,
Without these three I would have read, but the letters
would have seemed darker than the blackest of clouds,
Without these three I would have cried, but the tears
which dribbled down my cheek would be of pure blood,
Without these three I would have earned money, but the
currency would have been as infinitesimal as ash for
me,
Without these three I would have attended parties, but
would have sequestered myself under the table, with a
pool of mosquitoes hovering around,
Without these three I would have seen people wandering
around, but they would appear to me as lifeless
entities,
Without these three I would have heard voices, but
would have forgotten to decipher the melody in the
sound,
Without these three I would have gulped water, but
would have remained thirsty all throughout the day,
Without these three I would have written long letters,
but would perceive each word embossed as a rotten
abuse,
Without these three I would have driven my vehicle,
but would loose complete control of the steering
wheel,
Without these three I would have worn clothes, but
would have people laughing as I had worn my trousers
enveloping my neck instead of my shirt,
Without these three I would have sat on the royal
chair, but would have tripped head-on on the floor,
disdainfully losing my balance,
Without these three I would have gone to the market,
but would have spent my entire wallet on a flimsy
chunk of spiceless vegetable,
Without these three I would have fought valiantly with
my fists, but each punch of mine would have been like
frozen ice,
Without these three I would have behaved, but only for
the sake of appeasing a bunch of idiots running the
family business,
Without these three I would have perhaps have existed,
lived for the heck of it, but without my heart
actually throbbing in my ribs,
And I know, by now you must be desperately waiting to
know their names, And I have not the slightest of
hesitation; infact am proud to christen the three
immortals in my life as my 'CREATOR', my 'MOTHER', and
my 'BELOVED'...
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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