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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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2041.
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Without waiting
Without waiting for unflinching strength to peerlessly
enshroud my arms; if I plunged head-on into the
ferociously beheading battlefield; then the aftermath
of it would be; ignominiously crippling defeat;
instead,
Without waiting for priceless empathy to selflessly
encircle the periphery of my eyes; if I galloped on an
inexhaustible mission to embrace every echelon of
brutally tyrannized humanity; then the aftermath of it
would be; hapless disintegration into gruesomely cruel
nothingness; instead,
Without waiting for fructifying thoughts to
brilliantly spawn in my brain; if I commenced to write
the most literary Herculean epic of my time; then the
aftermath of it would be; baseless balderdash
raunchily perspiring from everywhere; instead,
Without waiting for triumphant melody to fantastically
brew up my throat; if I started to perpetuate every
cranny of the fathomless Universe with a celestially
enchanting song; then the aftermath of it would be; a
corpse of indescribably cacophonic ghoulishness;
instead,
Without waiting for effulgent smiles to uninhibitedly
the contours of my lips; if I chivalrously tried to
disseminate the essence of true conviviality amidst
every disparagingly beleaguered organism on this
planet; then the aftermath of it would be; a
cloudburst of tears erupting at every step that I
took; instead,
Without waiting for indispensable hunger to
reverberate from the hollow of my stomach; if I
devoured every sumptuously succulent delicacy on this
boundless earth; then the aftermath of it would be; a
vomit with such ghastly rebuke which would horridly
desecrate the purest of soils; instead,
Without waiting for sleep to wholesomely relinquish my
eyes; if I commenced to segregate the quintessential
needle from the fecklessly looming haystack; then the
aftermath of it would be; every trace of holistic
sanctity metamorphosing into tawdrily suffocating
deliriousness; instead,
Without waiting for blood to ecstatically rush through
my veins; if I drifted into the valley of
unsurpassably timeless adventure; then the aftermath
of it would be; deterioration into a gutter of inanely
fatigued meaninglessness; instead,
Without waiting for blazing truth to unrestrictedly
permeate my conscience; if I indefatigably proceeded
to teach the chapters of symbiotic humanity; then the
aftermath of it would be; being brutally charred to
the dungeons of hell; instead,
Without waiting for jubilant virility to consummately
bless my persona; if I attempted to procreate the
countless of own living kind; then the aftermath of it
would be; delinquently choking stagnation forever and
ever and ever; instead,
Without waiting for the waves of perennial contentment
to endow my soul; if I tried to miraculously mitigate
the suffering of every wounded soldier on this globe;
then the aftermath of it would be; every bit of benign
goodness transforming into sadistically cannibalistic
blood; instead,
Without waiting for passion to tower high and handsome
into my fingers; if I tried to blissfully sketch every
inch of the Lords panoramically boundless creation;
then the aftermath of it would be; egregiously
amorphous skeletons wailing till times immemorial;
instead,
Without waiting for a surreal yawn to wonderfully
besiege my mouth; if I tried to timelessly snore under
my silken nocturnal quilt; then the aftermath of it
would be; a night of wretchedly maniacal and
diabolical desperation; instead,
Without waiting for the rhythm of marvelous pragmatism
to wholesomely drape my senses; if I started to solve
the inexplicably carcinogenic riddles of every
dwelling in acrimonious despair; then the aftermath of
it would be; vanishing like a frigid whisker even
before uttering a singleton word; instead,
Without waiting for naturally inevitable pressure
pounding on my bowels; if I tried to expurgate in such
a way that I would never ever have to go to the
lavatory for a lifetime; then the aftermath of it
would be; the mortuary of insanity galore dissolving
me into cadaverous emptiness; instead,
Without waiting for hair to extrude from my scalp and
skin; if I valiantly subjected myself to the winds of
the chilliest of winter; then the aftermath of it
would be; forlornly fretting in uncontrollably
emaciating pneumonia for the remainder of my life;
instead,
Without waiting for infernos of seductively untamed
passion to royally enslave my silhouette; if I leapt
out to ignite desire into every disconsolately
decrepit organism on unceasing earth; then the
aftermath of it would be; jailhouses of sleazy
infertility reigning mockingly supreme; instead,
Without waiting for my lungs to harmoniously sing for
quintessential oxygen; if I tried to inhale every bit
of synergistically emollient air on the trajectory of
this limitless Universe; then the aftermath of it
would be; a ludicrously inflated balloon ready to
burst into an infinite bits of infinitesimal
stupidity; instead,
And without waiting for my heart to compassionately
throb within my chest; if I tried to bond every of its
beat with the chapters of Immortally insuperable love
in this entire world; then the aftermath of it would
be; vindictively vituperative and unbearable betrayal;
instead
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2042.
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Written and rewritten an infinite times
Every tangible and intangible portion of my lips; had solely and nothing else but her compassionately igniting kisses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their sordidly impoverished periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my skin; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipotently rekindling caresses written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its diminutively trembling periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my brain; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly enthralling fantasies written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically victimized periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my palms; had solely and nothing else but her majestically Omnipresent destiny written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their penuriously staggering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my chest; had solely and nothing else but her indefatigably unconquerable sensuality written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its traumatically slavering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my veins; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually ameliorating camaraderie written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their deplorably divested periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my eyes; had solely and nothing else but her irrefutably candid reflection written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their parsimoniously shattered periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my tongue; had solely and nothing else but her inexhaustibly bountiful melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its inexplicably devastated periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my neck; had solely and nothing else but her unendingly emancipating magnetism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its pathetically quavering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my chin; had solely and nothing else but her timelessly delectable nibbles written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its drearily subjugated periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my ears; had solely and nothing else but her perennially mellifluous sounds written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their frigidly besmirched periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my shoulders; had solely and nothing else but her Omnipresently mitigating philanthropism written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their infinitesimally pulverized periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my shadow; had solely and nothing else but her tantalizingly ravishing whisper written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its irascibly fidgeting periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my armpits; had solely and nothing else but her infallibly persevering sweat written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their miserably floundering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my throat; had solely and nothing else but her eternally liberating melody written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its ethereally parched periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my feet; had solely and nothing else but her indomitably fathomless adventure written and rewritten an infinite times; all over their lugubriously obsolete periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my conscience; had solely and nothing else but her flames of unassailably everlasting truth written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its transiently extinguishing periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my impression; had solely and nothing else but her perpetually insuperable signature written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its nimbly fluttering periphery,
Every tangible and intangible portion of my nostrils; had solely and nothing else but her Omnisciently ever-pervading breath written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its fervently tiny periphery,
And every tangible and intangible portion of my heart; had solely and nothing else but her Immortally unshakable love written and rewritten an infinite times; all over its obsessively throbbing periphery
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ฉฎcopyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2043.
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Yellow beams of sunlight
When yellow beams of sunlight passed through blood
stained glass,
the rays transited to crimson red; with prominent
tinges of pallid empathy.
when yellow beams of sunlight permeated through a
dense forage of leaves,
the rays converted to mesmerizing shadows; obfuscated
from harsh light.
when yellow beams of sunlight penetrated through
pellucid pools of
mountain water,
the rays transformed to a honey golden; converging like
a quiver of arrows on
clusters of fish.
when yellow beams of sunlight filtered through
daintily polished finger
nails,
the rays acquired color of pink avenues of tender
skin.
when yellow beams of sunlight sneaked through morbid
interiors bathing in
pitch darkness,
the rays illuminated the ghostly ambience with
stringent rays of antiseptic
light.
when yellow beams of sunlight softly caressed frozen
tunnels of white ice,
the rays lambasted the tyranny of savage
winter; prompting the snow to melt.
when yellow beams of sunlight fell on the clammy
surface of stale tea,
the rays prompted its pallid persona to boisterously
heat and sizzle.
when yellow beams of sunlight pilfered through hollow
crevices of teeth,
the rays fumigated obnoxious centers of rotten breath
inhabiting in
abundance.
when yellow beams of sunlight plunged on the satiny
mattress of scalp hair,
the rays reinvigorated intricate parts of brain
machinery with holistic
warmth.
and when yellow beams of light pierced through my
heart; body; and soul,
the rays had overwhelming tasks of perpetually bonding
me with my beloved,
amalgamating me and her for centuries galore; with the
essence of our love
radiating its blissful fragrance.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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2044.
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Yet I felt lonely
I had a cavalcade of ostentatious cars following me
every second; with
melodious tunes emanating from the sleek music
systems,
The upholstery was plush; the ambience was besieged
with a pungent aroma of
wild scented flower,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to hold my
hand; make me frivolously
smile.
I had a furry quilt made of the finest quality satin;
adhered to a bed
embossed with pure god,
Embroidered carpets sprawling on the colossal walls;
with the majestic panther
skin hanging limp from the ceiling,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to sing
enchanting rhymes; tickle me in
my ribs; make me go to sleep.
I had grandiloquent pool of water in the interiors of
my palace; with the
waters appearing emerald green in the full moonlight,
An aquarium of exquisite fish blended with crystalline
pebble; with profoundly
embellished life boats floating on the surface,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to splash water
on my face; swim with
rejuvenating euphoria beside me.
I had the most succulent of violet grapes lying on
corrugated silver; with
blood red apple juxtaposed in clusters,
Ravishing glasses of immaculate milk; the most piquant
of green chili; with
commensurate proportions of Italian chocolate,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in vicinity to
converse with me; feed
me the food with congenial warmth.
I had a piano studded with the most resplendent of
diamond; a jugglery of
musical instrument lying in exorbitant quantity,
A slender necked violin leaning on the wall; enmeshed
with a myriad of
chiseled wire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in proximity to
listen to the
enchanting music when I played.
I wore a bullet proof jacket encompassing my chest;
with scintillating swords
protruding gallantly from my back,
A luxuriously emollient suit camouflaging the same;
snake leather shoes
concluding my kingly attire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was none in the
surrounding; able to listen to my
throbbing heart.
I had amassed sumptuous wealth in the tenure of my
life; with currency of all
kind cascading down my persona,
Armed forces parading around the formidable castle I
inhabited; an ocean of
golden honey plummeting down from the window,
Yet I felt lonely; as I couldnt purchase her
intricate heart with all the
affluence I possessed; hold her captive in the prison
of my gold.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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