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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Squint eyed
Some presumed that I was staring towards the sky;
while some felt that I gazed towards the gutter
flowing across cold ground,
Some presumed that I was staring as straight as an
arrow towards the blackboard; while some felt that I
was flirting around with beautiful girls sitting by
the corner,
Some presumed that I was staring towards the scarlet
cherries strewn on the embellished dining table; while
some felt that I was conversing merrily with my
revered mother,
Some presumed that I was staring at the haystack
trying to search for the inconspicuous little needle;
while some felt that I was trying to capture the
bull's attention to get stupidly gored,
Some presumed that I was staring at the fleet of birds
flying high and handsome in air; while some felt that
I peering down the crease of my garishly striped pant,
Some presumed that I was staring pleadingly at my Boss
spuriously adorned on the golden chair; while some
felt that I was capriciously looking out of the
ventilator fitted a few inches beneath the square
ceiling,
Some presumed that I was staring at the boisterous
street inundated with normal pedestrians and swanky
cars; while some felt that I was watching television;
lazily dozing in the plush drawing room,
Some presumed that I was staring at fish in the waters
of the ocean; while some felt that I profoundly
admired the stars shine,
Some presumed that I was staring relentlessly at my
wife; while some felt that my gaze was furtively
concentrated on the exotically alluring neighboring
window,
Some presumed that I was staring
at the mosquitoes
hovering incessantly around my nose; while some felt
that I was appreciating the grizzly lizard
incorrigibly stuck to the middle of the ceiling,
Some presumed that I was staring at the pages of the
literary textbook; while some felt that I was trying
to peevishly count the number of hair on my silken
scalp,
Some presumed that I was staring into the bathroom
mirror for hours immemorial; while some felt that I
followed every movement of the sordid cockroach on the
sparkling white floor,
Some presumed that I was staring unforgivingly at the
hideous monster; while some felt that I was in the
midst of blissfully mesmerizing fantasy; voraciously
rolling my eyeballs from side to side,
Some presumed that I was staring at the festoon of
crimson roses sprouting in voluptuous tandem from the
soil; while some felt that I was violently searching
for my loved ones in brilliant daylight,
Some presumed that I was staring innocuously at the
Judge seated on the cradle of irrefutable justice;
while some felt that I looked towards the floor in
cowardly guilty submission,
Some presumed that I was staring at my watch adroitly
wound across my wrist; while some felt that I looked
wistfully at the clouds; anticipating thunderbolts of
tantalizing rain,
Some presumed that I was staring at the statue of my
God placed dead straight; while some felt that I was
haphazardly searching for my way on the crowded and
bustling lane,
Some presumed that I was staring at her celestially
romantic doorstep; while some felt that I was gazing
at the old mans forehead,
Some presumed that I was staring at the opalescent
fountains fulminating at astronomical heights in the
serene atmosphere; while some felt that I nodded every
now and then at my vaguely obscure shadow on the
ground,
And although I might be squint eyed; I was still
better than most of you would ever think; as I
possessed this inherently uncanny ability to
completely fool whomsoever I desired; whenever I
wanted; which you miserably failed to imbibe the
slightest; even though you had two pairs of perfect
eyes; during the course of your entire lifetime
Nikhil Parekh
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Symbols
Shaking a cluster of hair vigorously; was a symbol of
euphoric ecstasy,
Moving the feet unrelentingly; was a symbol of acute
nervousness,
Punching the fists vehemently in placid air; was a
symbol of impetuous
indignation,
Opening the lips partially towards the moon; was a
symbol of celestial
dreaming,
Fluttering the eyelids viciously; was a symbol of
flirtatious mischief,
Clenching the fortress of teeth in a grimace; was a
symbol of incorrigible
anger,
Whistling incessantly to tunes of unheard music; was a
symbol of frantic
fantasizing,
Biting the supple nail coat of calcium from fingers;
was a symbol highlighting
sheer contemplation,
Beads of cold sweat uncannily trickling down the
forehead; was a symbol of
intense fear,
A battalion of crimson pores emanating from tender
skin; was a symbol of
contracting disdainful measles,
Excruciating pain in the bones while hoisting the
bucket; was a symbol of
distressing fracture,
Frequent sensations of emptying the bladder; was a
symbol of anticipatory
excitement,
A plethora of goose-bumps diffusing from soft flesh;
was a symbol of shivering
in austere cold,
Waking up with startled jerks a few hours after
midnight; was a symbol of
witnessing a ghastly nightmare,
Obstreperously swallowing gargantuan gulps of
cold water; was a
symbol of insatiable thirst,
Gasping for precious breath after long sprints of
running; was a symbol of
tumultuous exhaustion,
Unruly stubs of hair projecting from the disheveled
face; was a symbol of
refraining to shave,
Intractably staring at piles of glittering gold in the
treasury; was a symbol
of malicious cupidity,
Licking the lips voraciously after consumption of
meal; was a symbol of
fulfilling gratification,
Dancing exuberantly till the first rays of new dawn;
was a symbol of
overwhelming jubilation,
Sleeping for marathon hours extra even after the
rising of dazzling sun; was a
symbol of lackluster life,
And the violent beating of heart; blended with
feelings of uninhibited
passion; was a symbol of instantaneous love.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The best way to tackle life
THE BEST WAY to tackle depression; was to start running rampantly; with the moonlight to guide you wherever you went,
The best way to tackle dreariness; was to splash your eyes infinite times with sea water; let the rejuvenating spray take complete control of your agonized nerves,
The best way to tackle fear; was to stare unrelentingly into the eyes of the devil; without flinching the slightest,
The best way to tackle pimples cropping up on the skin; was to scrub your face thoroughly with fresh riverside mud; commence work as soon as possible; leaving the rest upon time to heal,
The best way to tackle hysterical sorrow; was to laugh uncontrollably as if nothing happened; blend yourself wholesomely with the pragmatic present,
The best way to tackle boredom; was to frantically whistle any tune that struck your mind; stringently piercing the silence of the night,
The best way to tackle shyness and reservations; was to take a stroll every morning on the 200th floor of the building; letting the pugnacious rays of the sun; sizzling every pore of your petrified skin,
The best way to tackle a financial crisis; was presuming yourself to be the richest man in your fantasy; continuing to work with all that you were endowed with; to irrefutably succeed,
The best way to tackle the boss's insults and plethora of rebukes; was to pay heed to them with one ear; and let them pass away like non-existent wisps of smoke from the other,
The best way to tackle the hideous looking burglar, was to welcome him with a glass of chilled coke and smiles; depicting to him that you weren't a trifle perturbed by his vicious onslaught into the house,
The best way to tackle a sore throat; was to sing at the top of your lungs any tune that struck your heart; drowning yourself completely in the rhapsody of the sound; thereby converting your affliction into a beautiful asset,
The best way to tackle a stream of negativity lingering inevitably in your mind; was to resolutely iterate that you were going to win; the first thing as you woke up at the blossoming of dawn,
The best way to tackle the incessant stammering you did in front of your beloved; was to stand tall to your full height; hold back your breath for long seconds of time; before you audaciously blurted out 'I love you'; with fire blazing in your eyes,
The best way to tackle the stormy sea; was to swim against the choppy waves with insurmountable fervor; greet each swirl of water as it rose with a yell catapulting you to victory,
The best way to tackle your tears from oozing every second; was to resiliently drink them clenching your teeth; as soon as they arose,
The best way to tackle the uncouth world; was to be least affected by the lecherous society; keep surging ahead relentlessly; till the last iota of your mission was accomplished,
The best way to tackle the wildly swishing cricket ball; was to whip it left, right and center; with swashbuckling strokes of your bat,
The best way to tackle pain; was to turn a blind eye to it whenever it happened; considering yourself unsurpassably lucky in comparison to those who had already died,
The best way to tackle your urge to keep living immortally; was to realize that there wasnt a single household in the entire universe; with all its members breathing alive,
And the best way to tackle life; was to execute your daily tasks to the pinnacle of your ability; help as many people as you encountered on the streets in some way or the other; and then leave the rest to the almighty creator
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The Broken heart needed
The broken door of pure rosewood needed a carpenter to
repair it; replenishing its distorted edges with loads
of compassionate varnish and an array of hostile
nails,
The broken slabs of building needed an engineer to
refurbish it; reinforcing its surface with lanky beams
and columns; fortifying its gaping string of holes
with rich chunks of cement and concrete,
The broken pieces of cloth needed a tailor to stitch
them; blend the scattered fragments together; to
evolve the stupendous garment again,
The broken checkbooks and torn documents of financial
operation needed a banker to resurrect them; spawn
ingeniously manipulative policies to ensure that all
business bounced back to robust normalcy,
The broken switchboards needed an electrician to
configure them; intermingle the boundless conglomerate
of wires to produce sparkling beams of untainted
light,
The broken fields needed a farmer to plough them; sow
the right concoction of seeds and manure; in order to
metamorphose the gruesome sand into blossoming land of
enchanting fertility,
The broken words of the book needed a writer to
rearrange them; meticulously sort out the baffling
jumble into magnificent lines of captivating
literature,
The broken spacecraft needed the scientist to remold
it; splendidly synchronize its arms and tail;
impregnate it with the most contemporary of machinery;
to enable it to gush at electric speeds towards the
heart of the blue sky,
The broken ornaments needed the goldsmith to
reinvigorate them; chisel the shards of unruly metal
into scintillating necklaces of fabulous silver,
The broken carving on the wall needed the artisan to
harness it; convert its disrupted demeanor into one
with astounding solidity and oligarchic magnificence,
The broken shoe lying desolate in the attic needed a
cobbler to mend it; transform its mocking and dusty
caricature into one with exquisite shine and abundant
lace,
The broken gutter needed a plumber to renovate it;
wholesomely stop the flow of spewing debris;
converting the rotten stench emanating into one of
placid and stringent calm,
The broken painting needed an artist to embellish it;
join all the horrendously massacred shapes into
mesmerizing contours of the spell binding fairy,
The broken bone needed a doctor to coalesce it; bond
the severely depleted fragments together to give birth
again to a rubicund entity,
The broken song needed a musician to reconstruct it;
embody it with jazzy tunes and revitalizing melody;
profusely recreating its stolen glory again,
The broken bird needed an ornithologist to rejuvenate
it; apply balm to its torn feathers; in order to
impart it with tumultuous force and propel it to fly,
The broken watch needed a watchmaker to wind it; oil
its rusty coalition of springs; so that it ticked
incessantly as time drifted by,
The broken law and order in the city needed a
policeman to rectify it; instill a sense of
impregnable security amongst citizens; with valiant
acts of his dynamic bravery,
The broken democracy in the world needed a flamboyant
leader to uplift it; judiciously channelize all the
energy of people for the betterment of this planet,
The broken lawns sprawling disdainfully over colossal
expanses of the valley needed a gardener to
reinvigorate them; prudently squelch the unwanted
weeds; in order to ensure that the roses bloomed
merrily without parasites,
The broken King needed a host of beautiful slaves to
stimulate his dead senses; obey the most minuscule of
his command; appease him thoroughly with dance; and
the tantalizing cadence in their voice,
The broken marriage needed a team of counselor's to
recap it; solve the infinitesimal differences that had
led to the execution of this bizarre event in life,
The broken beliefs needed a sagacious saint to rebuild
them; bring the abysmally lonely disciple closer to
the realms of the omnipotent creator,
The broken snapshot needed the photographer to reframe
it; meticulously arrange the solitary chunks into a
complete picture; depicting once again the smiling and
boisterous family,
The broken victim needed the pressman to alleviate her
pain; highlight to the world in his article; about the
plethora of lecherous atrocities committed on her
impeccable body,
The broken stomach needed a waiter to satisfy it;
serving it with mouth watering delicacies and thereby
ensuring that it succumbed to blissful and contented
sleep,
The broken laughter needed a clown to re-establish it;
inundate its miserable life with unsurpassable amount
of smile and ecstasy,
The broken web needed a spider to reweave it;
embedding its mercilessly split trajectory; again with
silver threads of slime,
The broken sea needed a battalion of fish and coral
reefs to reform itself; relive the incredulous moment
of glory when it had just been created in this
Universe,
The broken discotheque needed scores of impetuous boys
and girls to enliven it; flood its dreary ambience
with fiery passion; pulsating dance; and voluptuous
movement,
The broken history needed an archaeologist to recount
it; search for the missing links and clues that once
upon a time led to the formation of noble dynasties,
The broken hive needed boundless number of bees to
refill it; encompass each pore its persona with their
discordant buzzing; and supremely sweet streams of
honey,
The broken vegetables needed a chef to realign them;
prepare appetizing delicacies out of the shoddy mass
of loose grass and fruit,
The broken children needed a philanthropist to
liberate them; fill their lives with all the
jubilation and fantasy which they were so desperately
bereft off,
The broken mind needed a psychiatrist to retrieve it;
bring it to proportion with the civilized society;
from the corridors of despondency and lost oblivion,
The broken ship needed a captain to coherently steer
it; surge it forward with gusto and insurmountable
exhilaration into the deep waters of the sapphire
ocean,
The broken army needed a brave and an audacious
soldier to instigate it; see to it that it emerged
victorious without the slightest of blemish to its
motherland,
The broken den needed the lion to enlighten it; prove
it once again to the world that it harbored none
other; but the irrefutable king of the jungle,
The broken morning needed the cuckoo to animate it;
drive away all the gloominess prevailing in the
atmosphere; with the mesmerizing rhythm in its voice,
The broken line needed a teacher to restore it;
explicitly explain it to the student its symbolic
meaning and astronomical importance,
The broken voice needed a ventriloquist to harness it;
extract the hidden melody to the summit of its
capacity; portray to entire world the euphoric essence
of sound,
The broken automobile needed a mechanic to invigorate
it; lubricate its dying parts; pumping tons of fresh
air in its tyre; granting it the power to conquer the
most treacherous of slopes,
The broken balls needed a juggler to enhance their
charm; spin them at mind boggling speeds; revolving
them at all angles in the breeze before delectably
collapsing on the bed of pure silk,
The broken valley needed environmentalists to plant it
with infinite saplings; see the inconspicuous nodules
ripen into dense forests within a matter of fading
months,
The broken house needed a ensemble of detectives to
find the culprits; hunt out the criminals who
transformed the family living in perpetual bliss into
deceased corpses buried beneath the earth,
The broken women needed faithful husbands to alleviate
their tale of deprivation; making them witness a new
and vibrantly optimistic face of tomorrow,
The broken lives needed a messiah from the heavens to
rehabilitate them; shower their bereaved souls with
immeasurable happiness,
And my broken heart needed a girl who could fully
comprehend my sorrow; love me like no one else did on
this globe; bonding every beat of mine with her
violently throbbing heart; healing every incurable
wound of mine; blending her breath with mine for times
and births immemorial
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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