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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Music-The food for life
Music is an enchanting reverie which never ends;
inundating your dying soul with perpetual happiness,
Music is a mesmerizing bird which keeps soaring
endlessly through the mystical clouds; nostalgically
transiting you back into realms of impeccable
childhood,
Music is a resplendent star in the cosmos; which
incessantly keeps rejuvenating withering lives from
the brink of despairing extinction,
Music is a tantalizing whisper which astoundingly
proliferates in the mind as each second unveiled;
truly escalating the spirit of existence,
Music is a poignant panacea for the most inexplicable
of ailment; profoundly blending the rhythm of the
passionate heart with all the goodness prevailing in
the atmosphere,
Music is a wave of euphoric rhapsody; which washes
away all those sins; you may have inadvertently
stumbled upon,
Music is a profusely redolent rose; uninhibitedly
disseminating its scent to whomsoever who wanted to
inhale it,
Music is the invincible ladder to ebullient success;
propelling you to rise from the obnoxious ashes;
everytime you horrendously faltered in your step,
Music is a vivacious rainbow; deluging mundane
survival with compassionate loads of vibrant color and
charm,
Music is a captivating fountain; bestowing each life
it besieged with a festoon of emphatic melody,
Music is the most effusive form of expression;
stirring the most inner most recesses of the
conscience to unbelievably unprecedented limits,
Music is more gorgeous than the voluptuous shadow;
unfurling an unsurpassable tale of tantalizing mystery
in each of its tunes,
Music is the most immaculate sound which a tangible
organism could ever emanate; the most sacrosanct tune;
which perpetually unites one and all; alike,
Music is a seductive trail that leads to the most
marvelously tingling fantasy; a dream which only the
angels in the heavens could coalesce with and
conceive,
Music is a indomitable protagonist; absorbing even the
most infinitesimal trace of acrimonious hostility; in
the swirl of its tenacious pulse,
Music is a magnificently surreal cloud which
relentlessly rains; blessing the lives of countless
with the essence of its sacred grace,
Music is a velvety feather which not only triggers an
untamed exultation in breathless identities; but
rekindles them to lead a myriad of infinite more
exciting lives,
Music is the religion you believe in; the language in
which your very first ancestor used to merrily
converse,
Music is the solitary ray of dazzling light in the
preposterously morbid tunnel; engendering you to
emerge victorious in the Herculean struggle called
life,
Music is an arrow which hits its target completely
blindfolded; rises as the uncrowned prince; even as
the entire planet headed towards inevitably disdainful
destruction,
Music is an intriguingly innocuous child; that stays
forever young even after undergoing an
incomprehensible battalion of deaths,
Music is the insurmountable spice which foments even
the dead to rise from their graves; dance in
stupendously sultry winds in the throes of moonlit
midnight,
Music is the most wonderful entertainment bereft of a
single penny; and yet amazingly reinvigorating the
entire system with blissful synergies that the body
had always desired,
Music is the sparkle of ones eye; the glow which every
personality radiates in the most divinely contented
stage of life,
Music is the whistling air you breathe; the ecstatic
spurts of energy you expend while trespassing on every
path of life; the celestial flurry of smiles on your
countenance as you are enthralled by the creation of
God,
Music is indeed the reason why you live; the reason
why you will always choose to love; or shall we say
MUSIC IS THE IRREFUTABLE FOOD FOR LIFE….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Programmed
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to diffuse
resplendent shade; was the gregariously blooming and
enchantingly exuberant tree,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to disseminate
Omnipotent light; was the aristocratically flamboyant
and blisteringly blossoming Sun,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to generate
rhapsodically unlimited tanginess; was the boundlessly
ebullient and triumphantly undulating Ocean,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to fulminate
into a paradise of eternal sensuousness; was the
ravishingly titillating and celestially egalitarian
dewdrop,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to mystically
enthrall even the most alien creature; was the
enigmatically uncanny and convivially compassionate
forest,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to spawn into
a civilization of sacrosanct vivaciousness; was
impeccably invincible and blessed mother’s milk,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to waft into
stupendously enamoring redolence; was the poignantly
crimson petal and unconquerably majestic rose,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to effulgently
bond one and all in the bonds of humanity alike; was
the everlastingly perpetual spirit of timeless
camaraderie and companionship,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to stand as
the most unflinching citadel even as hell gorily
reverberated from each cranny of this fathomless
planet; was the blissfully melanging and unassailably
fragrant religion of mankind,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to expunge a
valley of vivid boisterousness; was the astoundingly
sweet and eclectically buzzing honey bee,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to culminate
into regally inebriating melody; was the beautifully
emerald crested and innocuously mellifluous
nightingale,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to radiate
into peacefully mesmerizing rhythm; was the
marvelously cavorting and miraculously cascading
waterfall,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to pulverize
even the most diminutive trace of devil into insipidly
worthless nothingness; was the voice of pricelessly
unconquerable and victoriously unfettered truth,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to seductively
dance with the beats of the moonlit night; was the
panoramically animated and ingratiatingly nimble
footed peacock,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to rejuvenate
even the most sordidly dreary soles; was the
unsurpassably tranquil and gloriously placating grass
meadow,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
magnificently quell all lunatically prejudiced
bloodshed; was the ubiquitously shimmering and
timelessly bountiful wand of; simplicity and peace,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to sustain
impregnably sparkling life; was the whirlwind of
eloquently endless and perennially bestowing breath,
Programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
indefatigably coalesce with the beats of profoundly
magical love; was the passionately thundering and
innocently volatile heart,
And programmed since birth by Lord Almighty to
unrelentingly write altruistic poetry; was the
inconspicuously nimble palm that protruded from my
impoverished body; was the 2 centimeters of brain that
lay placidly in my skull; was my every ingredient of
humble blood; breath and soul; was; is and will always
remain by his Omnipotent grace; only ME…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Having Fun
When the clouds in the cosmos wanted to have some fun;
they clashed playfully against each other; fomenting
heavenly droplets of liquid to tumble down in
rhapsodic frenzy,
When the waves in the undulating ocean wanted to have
some fun; they rose and fell merrily with the
exuberant breeze; culminating into a festoon of
magnificently sparkling froth as they dissipated on
the silver sands,
When the battalion of boisterous frogs wanted to have
some fun; they bounced and frisked ebulliently after
midnight; inundating the perpetually still atmosphere
with their brazenly croaking voice,
When the solitary palms wanted to have some fun; they
embedded themselves to unprecedented limits beneath
majestic soil; thunderously clapped thereafter; to
sprinkle the granules in unanimous tandem,
When the fleet of fountain pens wanted to have some
fun; they sketched overwhelmingly funny contours of
their masters; emptying the blotted ink wholesomely on
his tyrannically wretched face,
When the bells in the dilapidated castle wanted to
have some fun; they commenced to nostalgically
reverberate; drowning in sheer ecstasy of the
euphorically tinkling sound,
When the bland glasses of water wanted to have some
fun; they deliberately stumbled when offered to the
unsuspecting visitor; drenching him disdainfully from
head to toe with their clammy caress,
When the sonorously serious eyelids wanted to have
some fun; they winked incessantly at passerby's;
making them the inevitable darling of every
flirtatious heart,
When the army of mischievous red ants wanted to have
some fun; they surreptitiously clambered up the
mammoth elephant's trunk; evoking him to thereby
collapse helplessly towards pathetically cold ground,
When the morbidly aloof spider wanted to have some
fun; it indefatigably ran up and down the periphery of
its web; eventually deciding to perch on the honey
coated biscuit placed by the luxuriously plush
bedside,
When the conglomerate of lifelessly sprawled rubber
bands wanted to have some fun; they stretched
themselves to the most unfathomable limits; then
contracted like a bullet in the robustly soft palms,
When the telephone wanted to have some fun; it
pertinently rang in wee hours of the night; wrecking
the spuriously rich politician from the realms of
perennial sleep,
When the scorched tongue wanted to have some fun; it
rampantly blurted out a string of baseless
terminologies; kept chanting a baseless volley of
expletives; even as the insurmountably corrupt
business tycoon beside bathed in an ocean of
exasperated sweat,
When the hideously gleaming razor wanted to have some
fun; it ruthlessly scraped across the sergeant's
moustache when he was in deep sleep; rendering him
with only minuscule bits of his most treasured
possession; as he awoke to the first unfurling of the
morning light,
When the obdurate cricket balls wanted to have some
fun; it horrendously hurled itself towards the
dacoit's window; jerking him as well as the police
from the corridors of divinely relaxation,
When the hordes of timid mice wanted to have some fun;
they indiscriminately nibbled through colossal bundles
of currency notes; stripping the sanctimoniously
nefarious minister of his evil wealth and non-existent
charm,
When the coalition of rambunctiously chirping birds
wanted to have some fun; they emptied their
unsurpassably stuffed morning bowels; on the
diabolical terrorist's breakfast plate,
When the toweringly gargantuan grandfather clock
wanted to have some fun; it slipped back by a complete
hour; smiled a trifle as the preposterously busy city
was engulfed with a chaotic frenzy; with sane
individuals running towards office in a jiffy; without
a garment on their body,
And when I wanted to have some fun; all I did was to
inadvertently stumble into the lap of my mother; peck
on her cheeks; tie up her hair into boundless knots;
then snore celestially in her palms shrugging all
concerns of the mercenary world; once again embracing
impeccable childhood; once again embracing those
enchantingly cherished moments when I was a little
child…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Just listening to my beats
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably gauge the profound sadness
enshrouding my countenance; by just ethereally
glimpsing at my shielding eyelashes,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably prognosticate the hunger in my
stomach; by just sighting me restlessly gnawing at my
bohemian nails,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably sense the maniacal desperation in my
trembling visage; by just the infinitesimally changed
tone; in the nimble cadence of my voice,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably comprehend the wave of bizarre
mortification enveloping my soul; by just the
capricious tinge of poignant scarlet; on my
impoverished cheeks,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably narrate the experiences of my day;
by just feeling the transiently cringed lines; on my
diminutively frazzled forehead,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably guess the thunderbolts of tumultuous
anger encapsulating my blood; by just witnessing that
inconspicuous iota of frantic vacillation in my
dwindling stride,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably feel the insatiably nostalgic child
in me; by just gently caressing my innocuously
vivacious lips,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably soliloquize the first day of my
birth; by just kissing my rampantly fluttering and
daintily gorgeous eyelashes,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably understand the diabolically
obsessive agony in my life; by just sighting the
augmented redness in the interiors of my palm; and
withering body skin,
She hadn’t give me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably analyze the state of intriguingly
inexplicable mind; by just staring for mock seconds;
at the ludicrously staggering curvature of my spine,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably construe the vibrant philosopher
entrenching my senses from all sides; by just inhaling
the scent that drifted; from my profusely wandering
countenance,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably conceive the insurmountable
reservoir of fantasy circulating in my blood; by just
kneading my pulse a minuscule trifle,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably perceive the tumultuous electricity
in my compassionate visage; by just the poignant
magnetism that radiated on every step that I gently
tread,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably apprehend the unfathomable carpet of
dreams in my eyes; by just witnessing the
resplendently shimmering twinkle that lay; therein,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably assimilate the unrelenting euphoria
in each element of my persona; by just tracing the
tiny globules of sweat; that ran down my chest,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably discern the ardent believer in my
body; by just witnessing the resiliently unflinching
contours of my chin,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably grasp the artist fulminating
inexorably in my ecstatic veins; by just feeling the
astronomical propensity in my fireballs of passionate
breath,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably realize my uncontrollably escalating
desire; by just cuddling the fantastically zealous
moistness; which engulfed every trajectory of my
flesh,
And she hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably define my immortal love for her
divinely grace; by just listening to the marvelously
impregnable beats of my small; but perpetually craving
heart…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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