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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Water
I consumed a meal consisting of crushed chili with
poignant fillings of snake
brown pepper,
immediately felt the urge to gulp a can full of water.
i abruptly got up from the vigils of sleep; to eructate
my inflated bowels,
instantaneously felt the need for gallons of water.
i noticed corrugated blotches of stain sprawling
wildly on my car windshield,
prompting me to spray it clean with refined globules
of water.
i jogged incessantly through undulating landscapes of
the rocky terrain,
felt appeasingly relaxed after sipping crystal water
from the monsoon
springs.
i woke with terrified jolts; envisaging a horrendous
dream,
recieved instant gratification as i drank colossal
pints of flavored water.
i scribbled painstakingly obnoxious pages of the
annual exam papers,
reclined back on my rocking chair drowned in colossal
pools of coconut water.
i tresspassed through arid regions of the sahara
desert,
intermittently wetting my tongue with infinitesimal
amounts of water.
i percieved utter desolation enveloping my demeanour,
chivalrously swallowed herculean streams of melon
water,
to relinquish the memory of my departed beloved.
i felt epidemic fever circulate through entangled
capillaries of my body,
flooded my belly with marathon oceans of water to
swipe off the deadly
infection.
i felt stinging pangs of acrimonious heat strike me in
the peak of summer,
felt as if floating in paradise; minutes after drinking
farm fresh sugarcane
water.
i knew deep inside; that i could live without food for
days on the trot,
but to remain divested of ground water even for more
than an hour was
disconcertingly impossible.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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What purpose did life have to exist?
What purpose did the grass have to exist; without the
astoundingly scintillating sheath of perpetual
dewdrops; the mystical rejuvenation that they imparted
at the crack of every ethereally ebullient dawn?
What purpose did the sky have to exist; without the
crimson conglomerate of handsomely thunderous clouds;
the vivacious charisma that they imparted by
indefatigably clashing and culminating into torrential
thunderballs of mesmerizing rain?
What purpose did the mountains have to exist; without
the majestically glittering festoon of invincible
peaks; the unassailable ardor that they imparted all
night and sweltering day?
What purpose did the trees have to exist; without the
aristocratic fountain of exotically sensuous leaves;
the princely charisma that they imparted; with the
serenely rustling and tranquil breeze?
What purpose did the mother have to exist; without the
impeccably new born child; the godly rays of newness
that it imparted; with each of its princely wails?
What purpose did the rose have to exist; without the
boisterously buzzing honey bee; the unfathomable tons
of nectar it blissfully secreted; nimbly perched on
the ravishingly voluptuous petals?
What purpose did the castle have to exist; without its
stupendously royal garland of kings and queens; the
unassailable spirit of triumph that they irrefutably
provided; to even the most remotely lackadaisical of
its barren walls?
What purpose did the soil have to exist; without the
quintessential cistern of priceless fertility; the
amazingly prolific and indispensable elixir of life;
which blissfully spawned endlessly vibrant life?
What purpose did the night have to exist; without the
resplendently milky curtain of enthralling moonlight;
the timelessly alluring beams of immaculate white;
which profoundly enlightened every cranny of
dolorously murderous stillness?
What purpose did the gutters have to exist; without
the abominably abhorrent pigs; the savagely uncouth
stomachs of theirs; which scrapped every iota of dirt
forever; within lightening seconds of time?
What purpose did the deserts have to exist; without
the overwhelmingly sweltering landscape of blistering
sands; the disdainfully acrimonious heat that they
imparted; and that too smilingly for centuries
immemorial?
What purpose did the avalanches have to exist; without
the austerely frozen winds of winter; the deathly
chill that held their gruesomely appalling contours;
stoically in the most meticulous of shape?
What purpose did the web have to exist; without the
inscrutably silken spider; the incomprehensible
entrenchment of enthrallment that it imparted; while
indefatigably interweaving through the gorgeously
satiny strands?
What purpose did the eyes have to exist; without the
panoramically wonderful kaleidoscope of beauty around;
the spell binding reinvigoration that it uninhibitedly
imparted; to one and all; holistically alike?
What purpose did the battlefields have to exist;
without the patriotically marching soldiers; the
intrepid waves of impregnable triumph that they
imparted; while unequivocally shedding their life for
the sake of their sacred countrymen?
What purpose did the treasuries have to exist; without
the unlimited cistern of opulently glittering gold;
the unbelievably grandiloquent aura that it imparted
for the entire world to; salaciously witness?
What purpose did the mind have to exist; without the
ecstatically swirling whirlpool of untamed fantasy;
the divinely fascinating cloud of romantic
philandering that it imparted; forever to the drearily
tyrannized nerves?
What purpose did the nostrils have to exist; without
the pricelessly vibrant forest of mystically piquant
breath; the unconquerable jacket of oligarchic life
that it imparted; to every hopelessly wandering
living; inundated with turbulent distress?
And what purpose did life have to exist; without the
invincible jewel of compassionate love; the Omnipotent
thread of egalitarian sharing that it celestially
instilled in all mankind; to bond them forever and
ever and ever; in the perpetual religion of humanity?
ฉฎcopyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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What should a husband do? ? ?
What should a husband do; if his wife indefatigably nagged him; tirelessly made him feel like a naked impoverished beggar; right in the center of the boisterously crowded street; and under the broadest of daylight?
What should a husband do; if his wife was more indifferent than the acrimoniously stabbing deserts; aimlessly staring towards the amorphously non-existent winds; whilst he inconsolably trembled in the most inexplicable of pain and disease?
What should a husband do; if his wife was the biggest blackmailer on the trajectory of planet divine; an entity who if once came to know of his weaknesses; would continue to backlash at him like the most venomous scorpion; at the tiniest of opportunity?
What should a husband do; if his wife preferred to talk more passionately than the Sun to every stranger and obliterated stone on the dusty street; remaining an emotionless ghost right infront of his earnest eyes?
What should a husband do; if his wife didnt ask him even once of what he did and achieved the entire day; even though hed catapulted to such dizzy heights of philanthropic success; that none could ever perceive in the wildest of their dreams?
What should a husband do; if his wife ghoulishly went of into the realms of unbreakable sleep; whilst he was undergoing the most volatile catharsis of his heart; sharing the most latent ingredients of his soul with her persona?
What should a husband do; if his wife vindictively abused him every unfurling instant of the day and night; when every other entity on the planet loved him for the astounding records that hed achieved; for all the endless love that he was trying to perennially spread?
What should a husband do; if his wife mischievously flirted and philandered with every other man on the Universe; even though he endeavored his very best to quench even the most evanescent of her desire?
What should a husband do; if his wife sadistically ridiculed even the most sacred of his beliefs; nonchalantly dismissed every element of his devotion; to bond as one with the spirit of the Omnipotent God?
What should a husband do; if his wife devised an infinite ways to pull his leg and make him lick the most disdainful of dust; instead of inspiring him to unflinching face the world and rise to the most truthfully ultimate of skies?
What should a husband do; if his wife wholeheartedly supported the indiscriminate felling of trees just to impart more free space to their land; whilst he on the other hand shed a billion tears of sorrow at even the tiniest snapping of a leaf?
What should a husband do; if his wife wholesomely dictated her insane idiosyncrasies on their only child; threatening to leave him forever and go publicly to her parents house; if he dared to intervene with his suggestions for his very own heavenly offspring?
What should a husband do; if his wife guffawed like the greatest of marauding demons; at every ardently heart-rendering tear dropp that dribbled from his eye; for treacherously depraved humanity?
What should a husband do; if his wife interminably preferred to read every bit of delirious balderdash written on this earth; whilst countless lines of poetry that hed immortally dedicated and written for her; lay fretfully rotting and obsolete on his writing shelves?
What should a husband do; if his wife unstoppably sermonized him to go to a flagrantly unceremonious mental asylum; whilst he all he ever attempted to do in his life; was to help her successfully accomplish every task of hers?
What should a husband do; if his wife was severely prejudiced and his worst critic; salaciously excoriating the most inimitably priceless of his art to feckless totters; in her fits of preposterously manipulative practicality?
What should a husband do; if his wife unsparingly teamed up with her parents; to demonstrate the epitome of cadaverous rudeness towards him; for every kind and humanitarian deed that he did?
What should a husband do; if his wife felt that bearing his child was the greatest sin on the soil of this fathomless Universe; as it would satanically disproportion her body; integrity; identity and unabashed entity?
What should a husband do; if his wifes only mission was to squabble and thrash him with the mace of abhorrence; right from the first cry of dawn; for ostensibly not the slightest rhyme or reason?
Should he Kill Her? Or Should he Kill Himself? Or Should he kill both? Or Should be Divorce Her? Or Should he remarry? Or should he keep his second wife alongwith Her? Or should he abandon all worldly pleasures and go to the peak of Everest to perpetually meditate?
Well if I for one was in his shoes; then I wouldnt do any of the above. Instead just accept all what was happening around me; as a part of my inevitably regretful destiny
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ฉฎcopyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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When I saw the Sun rising in the sky
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt waves of unparalleled enchantment circumvent my persona,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; nascent pores embedded in my skin sprung up with exuberant intensity,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt waves of marathon despair deeply embodied in me; vanish into thin wisps of oblivion,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt besieged by volatile gushes of resplendent light,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; stale pools of air in my lungs got profoundly reinvigorated; revitalizing my dreary senses,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt innovative perceptions about beauty circulating wildly through intricate pores of my mind,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt newly born droplets of sweat trickle down my nape; washing away sins of the previous day,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt golden beams of light gently caress my obscured eyes,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt an unprecedented vigor suddenly impregnate my feeble veins,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt a compassionate warmth engulfing me from all sides; annihilating completely the barbaric chill I had encountered in the night,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt my legs rhythmically sway; my ears absorbedly focused to melodious chirping of the humming bird,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt catapulted to supreme heights of ecstasy; with benevolent feelings of forgiveness slowly creeping in my soul,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt the palpitations of my heart grow faster; loads of enthusiasm embodied in my blood,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt the color of my skin dramatically change; it had now acquired tinges of robust crimson; profusely replacing patches of pallid flesh,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; it made me retrospect more nostalgically about my past; forming a pellucid picture of my entity,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt inundated with images of celestial gods; hovering very near my silhouette,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I made a plethora of resolutions before commencing nondescript activities of the day,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I pictured all my ancestors living in coordinated harmony as the rays emanating out,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I dreamt about my love which was immortal as the perpetual shine,
And when I saw the sun rising in the sky; I conceived a new beginning to life; felt like bestowed with another opportunity to prove my mettle in this unsparing world.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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