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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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True Satisfaction
True satisfaction lies in feeding the devastatingly
deprived; not in ruthlessly snatching the last morsel
of food from their pathetically starved stomachs; just
to tantalize your spuriously non-existent buds of
baseless taste,
True satisfaction lies in educating the ludicrously
illiterate; not in barbarically extricating their last
iota of discerning consciousness; just to
meaninglessly tingle the soles of your; sordidly
treacherous feet,
True satisfaction lies in uplifting the disastrously
maimed to the ultimate destination of their choice;
not in savagely excoriating the mercurial conglomerate
of flesh and bone on their staggering body; just to
uselessly placate your skin; with bombastic warmth,
True satisfaction lies in philanthropically assisting
the blind to cross the rambunctious street; not in
invidiously climbing over their hapless shoulders;
just in order to meet your boss on the other side;
before your manipulative colleague could,
True satisfaction lies in becoming the profuse source
of sound for the unfathomably deaf; not in
ecstatically occupying their horrifically debilitated
eardrum; just in order to profoundly mystify your
commercial senses; with the carpet of darkness inside,
True satisfaction lies in speaking vociferously for
the horrendously dumb; not in insidiously maneuvering
their innocence towards the diabolical gallows; just
in order to save your murderously stinking life,
True satisfaction lies in rescuing the innocuously
orphaned infant drowning uncontrollably in the satanic
waters; not in using his impeccable countenance as a
lifeboat; just in order to reach invincibly to the
other side of the; gloriously shimmering shores,
True satisfaction lies in placating the dreadfully
dreary senses of a fatigued traveler; not in
perennially resting and parasitically feasting on his
wavering shadow; just to pacify the already supremely
satisfied elements in his blood,
True satisfaction lies in sowing seeds of invincible
peace in resplendent soil; not in mercilessly
massacring fathomless forests of beauty with swords of
heinous corruption; just in order to embellish your
pompous castles; with biscuits of extra silver,
True satisfaction lies in; marvelously becoming the
voice of the tyrannically molested; not in ominously
snatching every word before it even crept up their
nimble throat; just to be thunderously heard; by all
powerhouses and kingdoms in the world; alike,
True satisfaction lies in; benevolently embracing all
those old and despondently struggling; not in
satanically plucking out the tender hair from their
witheringly fragile bodies; just in order to fill in
the bald portions of your; inconspicuously frigid wig,
True satisfaction lies in; enveloping all those
uncouthly trembling in bizarre cold in blankets of
eternally mesmerizing humanity; not in parasitically
sucking even the most infinitesimal droplet of
poignant blood from their body; just in order to fill
in your empty glasses of solitude,
True satisfaction lies in; disseminating unprecedented
happiness in all those despicable hutments besieged
with inexplicable gloom; not in extinguishing the slim
flames of hope in their interiors; just in order to
illuminate your disgustingly sleazy world; of ghastly
lechery and crime,
True satisfaction lies in; uninhibitedly freeing all
those savagely incarcerated in chains of treachery;
not in tumultuously inflicting all your frustration of
the day upon their miserably diminutive caricatures;
just in order to spuriously relax the surplus tension;
in your overwhelming agitated nerves and bones,
True satisfaction lies in; incessantly endeavoring to
coalesce all discriminating religions into the
immortally impregnable religion of humanity; not in
perpetuating malicious feuds in civilizations melanged
with symbiotic solidarity; just to snobbishly appease
your taste buds; at the sight of viciously raining
blood,
True satisfaction lies in; indefatigably marching on
the invincible pathways of benign unity; not in
maliciously shattering the fortress of mankind; just
to impart that baseless bit of extra reinvigoration;
to your foundations of non-existent prejudice,
True satisfaction lies in; astoundingly proliferating
newness to synergistically continue God’s chapter of
priceless existence; not in venomously annihilating
the innocuously divine; just in order to pugnaciously
survive; for a countless more lifetimes,
True satisfaction lies in; benevolently sacrificing
every iota of rhapsodic breath to nourish
unequivocally spell binding goodness; not in sinfully
burying a robustly sparkling organism infinite
kilometers beneath drab soil; just in order to stand
with laughably meticulous precision; upon your own
dwindling feet,
And true satisfaction lies in; perpetually bonding
broken hearts all across the fabulously fathomless
Universe; not in malevolently stealing passionately
palpitating beats with gay abandon; just in order to
keep your body; pathetically and forever alive….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Unfastening the buttons of her heart
When I unfastened the buttons of the sky; there came
cloudbursts of rain turbulently pelting down on the
parched ground,
When I unfastened the buttons of the soil; all that
lay there was fecund chunks of mud blended with
ravishing worm and mystical light,
When I unfastened the buttons of the towering castle;
there unfolded a grandiloquent extravaganza before my
eyes; oligarchic tapestry and an insurmountably royal
ambience was all that touched my innermost senses,
When I unfastened the button of the voluptuously brown
cola; there was a fountain of tangy spray that blasted
out; to impart incomprehensible rejuvenation to my
dreary soul,
When I unfastened the button of the gargantuan
grandfather clock; the watch abruptly stopped to
function; and time seemed to come to a virtual
standstill although it was well past dawn,
When I unfastened the buttons of the majestically
descending parachute; there lay nothing but a flurry
of broken bones on the ground; as I hurtled towards
the obdurate soil at a speed faster than that of white
light,
When I unfastened the buttons of the ocean; there was
an exquisite treasury of coral reef and vivaciously
slithering shark that left me in spells of dumbfounded
consternation,
When I unfastened the buttons of the television; a
myriad of enthusing tunes and vibrantly tantalizing
pictures left me agglutinated to the silver screen for
hours unprecedented,
When I unfastened the buttons of the ancient dungeon;
I found myself suddenly encompassed by a festoon of
glittering gold and biscuits of shimmering silver; as
I collided with an uncanny thud just inches beside the
sacrosanct serpent guarding them with its fangs,
When I unfastened the buttons of the delectable
dwelling; my vision became all the more sacred as I
sighted my unsurpassably cherished mother,
When I unfastened the buttons of rubicund skin;
poignant droplets of blood oozed out in torrents of
rampant frenzy,
When I unfastened the buttons of the colossal ship;
the boat eventually lost its synchronized balance;
sank to the rock bottom of the ocean like a bullet
fired from the sky,
When I unfastened the buttons of the cloistered
bedroom window; a stringent beam of dazzling sunshine
crept inside in splendid unison; shrugging off all the
languid exhaustion that had uselessly circumvented my
soul,
When I unfastened the buttons of the sleeping lotus;
there wafted a stupendously seductive odor of rose in
the air; deluging my morbid life with tons of
excitement and enthralling happiness,
When I unfastened the buttons of the slippery web; a
potbellied black spider brusquely fell on my robust
palms; sending me into waves of ecstatic rhapsody,
When I unfastened the buttons of the gorgeous valley;
an thunderously loud echo reverberated incessantly;
piercing the soft carpet of wind to clash like violent
sparks into the hills,
When I unfastened the buttons of my office shirt; I
was left freezing on the snow clad streets;
audaciously portraying my shriveled muscle like a
deplorable skeleton pole,
When I unfastened the buttons of painstakingly
creeping time; I astoundingly found myself perched
near my grave; when infact I hadn't even matured past
the threshold of impetuous youth,
But the best happened when I unfastened the buttons of
her heart; for all that I found there was only my
picture; an immortal love and craving for me
passionately pulsating; for many more centuries to
blissfully unfold…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Unmarried
Unmarried; when we kissed; we felt the waves of untamed passion rise to the ultimate crescendo of fulfillment; whilst when after Marriage; we felt it to be just routinely boring ritual to be inevitably done; just to spuriously appease each other,
Unmarried; when we listened to each other; our eyes interlocked for hours immemorial as we became oblivious to every other sound in the atmosphere; whilst after Marriage; the words seemed to irately pound like a billion unwashed boulders; upon the extremely tempestuous chords of our eardrums,
Unmarried; when we philandered together; we almost seemed to unanimously admire and appreciate each natural creation of the Lord Almighty; whilst after Marriage; we sat taut and haughty in stony silence; even as the most majestically virile sceneries and greeneries passed by,
Unmarried; when we confronted any problem; both of us earnestly put in our the last droplet of our sweat to emerge unitedly victorious; whilst when after Marriage; each of us left it wholesomely on the other to get out of the inexplicable disaster,
Unmarried; when we sipped wine; we cheered a toast umpteenth number of times in the sensuous wilderness of the night; whilst after Marriage; each of us chimed our glasses just once for the sake of the sanctimonious society; and that too with profound abhorrence lingering in our eyes; and time and again casting sneering glances at the bottle price,
Unmarried; when we slept; we were aware and fondly traced even the tiniest creak of our bodies with our uninhibitedly wandering fingers; whilst after marriage we indifferently slept poles apart; thunderously snoring till eternity; even as either one of us was being crucified by the swords of diabolical hell,
Unmarried; when we sat to eat supper; each one of us altruistically waited for marathon moments before the other devoured to his/her hearts content; whilst after marriage both of us made a barbarous beeline for the singleton dish; at times ending with raw gashes of unsavory blood; on our profusely scratched hands and face,
Unmarried; when we wrote each others names; we felt the most pricelessly blessed organisms alive perpetually possessing each other in our hearts; whilst after marriage we never disclosed it to anyone that we even had a lifepartner; specially if it was someone of the opposite sex,
Unmarried; when we swam in the choppy ocean; even the most infinitesimal vein of our body was so perennially entwined that it was impossible to separate us even in the fiercest of storm; whilst after marriage we deliberately used each others heads as a lifeboat; drowning the other in our attempt to stay triumphantly afloat and selfishly alive,
Unmarried; when we awoke; the very first thing that we did in the morning was to bow down to each other’s feet as we found our ultimate liberator in each of ourself; whilst after marriage we strangulated each other’s senses for uncannily waking up early in the morning; and hideously disrupting the heavenliness of bountiful sleep,
Unmarried; when we were wounded; we compassionately ran every contour of our fervent lips to those parts which hurt till there was not the tiniest of pain; whilst after marriage all that we could hedonistically muster; was indigenous salt to apply on the agonizingly crimson streams of blood,
Unmarried; when we laughed; it was as if to trace and assimilate even the most insouciant bit of ecstasy hidden in our unconscious veins; whilst after marriage we invidiously chortled and exploited each other’s idiosyncrasies; even at the cost of an infinite tears which unstoppably flowed,
Unmarried; when we sketched; all we could capture on our barren canvases was every conceivable shade of our passionately exuberant silhouettes; whilst after marriage if ever we used our drawing pens; then it was to spew blood of intolerance and unfathomable hatred,
Unmarried; when we were lost; we rediscovered and reborn each other in our very own unassailably redolent breaths; whilst after marriage we heartlessly abandoned each other; leaping at the beams of hope who came searching us; and at the first opportunity,
Unmarried; when we sobbed for our loved ones; the innermost realms of our souls united for an infinite lifetimes to share our grief and ameliorate ourselves to the highest epitome of the Sun; whilst after marriage we sadistically used each other’s tears to bathe; incase the overhead tank was empty,
Unmarried; when we created something; we mutually congratulated each other till the aisles of endless infinity whether there came or not; the tiniest of soul from the outside world; whilst after marriage the same creation became the ultimate reason in our route to divorce,
Unmarried; when we saw suffering on the streets; we selflessly extricated even the last ounce of blood from our veins; endeavoring our best to serve humanity; whilst after marriage we greedily amassed our own wealth; career; identity and fame; in order to royally exist in separate palaces of gold soaked in innocent blood,
Unmarried; when we met after office; we embraced each other with so much passion and intensity that the most gigantic of structures and creation around humbly tumbled to our toes; whilst after marriage we rapaciously preferred to frequent the prostitutes dwelling to placate our heinous desires; as well as stay forever away from our robotically boring faces,
Therefore it is my nimble plea to you O! Omnipresent Lord; to let our love forever immortalize into a cloud of unbreakable compassion; to let our love forever become the ultimate guiding beacon for every other true lover born; and thus for all this to consolidate into a timeless reality; leave us best as UNMARRIED…
©®COPYRIGHT BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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Unstoppable
Unstoppable was the crimson blood circulating
ecstatically through the veins; indefatigably pumping
the most stupendously vivacious elements of existence
in the every organisms body; symbiotically alike,
Unstoppable was the rain euphorically pelting down
from fathomless sky; relentlessly inundating
impoverished territories of destitute land; with
globules of spell binding enchantment,
Unstoppable were the rays of the ferociously blazing
Sun; fearlessly disseminating its Omnipotent shine;
to even the most obfuscated cranny of this
gigantically enthralling Universe,
Unstoppable was the intransigently unending
tick-tocking of time; gloriously throbbing with
palpable life; meticulously synchronizing the entire
planet; and for infinite more births yet to unveil,
Unstoppable was the swirl of the majestically
undulating ocean; fulminating into a fountain of
unfathomably priceless froth; even in the heart of the
perilously blackened night,
Unstoppable was the flame of unassailable desire;
uncontrollably proliferating till realms beyond
infinite infinity; tantalizing every breathing entity
in its magically compassionate incantation,
Unstoppable was the attraction between two opposite
sexes; inevitably drawing all humanity close;
irrespective of the barriers of caste; creed and
worthless color,
Unstoppable was the thunderously volatile prowl of the
famished lion; as he royally paraded through the
undercurrents of the inscrutable forests; with fires
of unparalleled superiority blazing in his eyes,
Unstoppable was the dream of benevolent goodness;
miraculously healing even the most traumatically
bereaved; with the Omniscient ointment of eternally
righteous mankind,
Unstoppable was silken flight of the regally
charismatic bird; as it handsomely soared through the
clouds of fantastic titillation and vibrancy;
magnificently kissing the mists of perennial yearning
on its odyssey down towards mother earth,
Unstoppable was the song of the impregnably princely
nightingale; perpetuating even the most sordidly
dreary of spaces on this colossal Universe; with
triumphantly exuberant melody,
Unstoppable was the leap of irrefutably sparkling
truth; as it reigned supreme as the most invincible
idol alive; harmoniously transpiring the endless
planet to take birth profoundly; for centuries
unprecedented,
Unstoppable was the marvelously ubiquitous innocence
of the newly born infant; irrefutably transcending
over all richness of this unfathomable planet;
bountifully embracing the spirit of uninhibitedly
immaculate freedom,
Unstoppable was the wind of ebulliently unconquerable
passion; metamorphosing even the most impossibly
intractable of circumstances; into a celestially
scintillating paradise,
Unstoppable was the cry of timeless liberation; the
unbelievably resurgent force with which countless
galloped forward to bond in threads of amiable
friendship; far away from the dungeons of retributory
malice,
Unstoppable was the jubilantly blazing patriotism of
the soldier; who lived immortally in the hearts of the
nation; even after relinquishing his very last breath
for his sacrosanct motherland,
Unstoppable was path of fabulously victorious
conscience; which unsparingly annihilated even the
most capricious trace of salaciously heinous evil and
lies; with the swords of truth divine,
Unstoppable was sensuously ravenous breath in the
body; expunging out with a tumultuous fervor; that
made even the most treacherous of devils to blend with
the chords of synergistic existence,
Unstoppable was the magically Omnipotent rhythm of the
passionate heart; with each of its wonderfully
burgeoning beats; eternally coalescing with all love
and resplendent congeniality; on this unending planet,
And unstoppable was my ardor to write poetry; flood
every bit of barren space on this incomprehensibly
vivid planet with the fragrance of love and humanity;
spawning into an entrenchment of perpetual bliss; even
after I abdicated my last droplet of blood; even after
I forever shed my last breath….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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