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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Be Conquered
Let not even the most ferociously blazing rays of the
Sun ever conquer you; as you skyrocketed on your
indefatigable mission to save bereaved humanity; come
what may in your impoverished way,
Let not even the most treacherously parasitic
scorpions ever conquer you; as you blazed like the
ultimate thunderbolts of righteousness; despite the
satanically derogatory stings that perpetuated every
cranny of your diminutive countenance,
Let not even the most truculently devastating of
earthquakes ever conquer you; as you culminated into a
festoon of compassionately amiable belonging;
perpetually embracing your compatriots in gorily
inexplicable pain; although the earth slipped from
beneath your feet,
Let not even the most vindictively swirling oceans
ever conquer you; as you innocuously frolicked beyond
the moonlit hills with orphaned infants in your
gregarious arms; although each wave salaciously tried
to asphyxiate the very last iota of breath from your
lungs,
But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the winds
of immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul
by the dewdrops of eternal friendship; be conquered in
mind; body and soul by symbiotically tantalizing
beauty; becoming the robustly redolent shimmer of your
eyes….
1….
Let not even the most dictatorially coldblooded chains
ever conquer you; as you uninhibitedly liberated every
trace of uxoriously fretting slavery on this boundless
Universe; with your unassailable mantra to fearlessly
survive,
Let not even the most diabolically gargantuan of
dinosaurs ever conquer you; as you irrefutably
transcended over every speck of ruthless devil on this
fathomless planet; with your voice of sacredly
Omnipotent truth,
Let not even the most remorseful corpses of stagnating
hell ever conquer you; as you ebulliently blended
every element of your blessed countenance; with the
spirit of goodness for times immemorial,
Let not even the most acrimoniously ghastly thorns
ever conquer you; as you paved your very own path of
scintillatingly altruistic patriotism; although the
entire planet lambasted you without the tiniest of
respite,
But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the mists
of immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul
by the elixir of everlastingly victorious freedom; be
conquered in mind; body and soul by the spirit of
sparkling benevolence; becoming the insuperable
tenacity of your every stride….
2….
Let not even the most venomously blatant of lies ever
conquer you; as you towered as the tallest entity on
this Universe; harmoniously disseminating the wave of
unflinchingly heavenly togetherness,
Let not even the most horrifically rampaging
maelstroms ever conquer you; as you timelessly floated
as a celestial harbinger of humanity; euphorically
surpassing the indiscriminate boundaries of caste;
creed; color; and spuriously sanctimonious tribe,
Let not even the most repugnantly ignominious of abuse
ever conquer you; as you blissfully enlightened the
lives of countless deprived and hapless; with the
mellifluously fragrant luminosity in your voice,
Let not even the most invidiously strangulating
blackness ever conquer you; as you miraculously
radiated into a candle of optimistically burgeoning
hope; at the footsteps of every dwindling dwelling,
But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the sky of
immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul by
the strings of divinely peace; be conquered in mind;
body and soul by the meadows of enthralling adventure;
becoming the heart of your destiny lines…
3…
Let not even the most sordidly decrepit of stench ever
conquer you; as you blossomed into a fountain of
unrelenting ecstasy; philanthropically becoming the
smile of every obsoletely beleaguered face; as the day
unfurled into sensuous night,
Let not even the most heinously cataclysmic of
nightmare ever conquer you; as you unconquerably
diffused the scent of symbiotically priceless
existence; to far and wide across this endless planet,
Let not even the most delinquently dilapidated
corruption ever conquer you; as you rhapsodically
galloped with your comrades in turbulent pain on your
selfless shoulders; although the embers of gruesomely
smoldering viciousness sadistically greeted you on
every lane you took,
Let not even the most insanely tyrannizing betrayal
ever conquer you; as you Omnisciently propagated the
mantra of triumphant solidarity; till the very last
puff of air that you exhaled,
But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the
Universe of ubiquitous love; be conquered in mind;
body and soul by the entrenchment of vibrantly
mystical life; be conquered in mind; body and soul by
the invincible armor of simplicity; becoming the
profoundly impregnable embellishment of your
passionately beautiful heart….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Bearded
I didn’t need a pair of scissors; glistening wildly in
yellow sunlight,
I didn’t need a knife; protruding gallantly from the
slender handle,
I didn’t need a hostile blade; with edges as sharp as
a savage vulture,
I didn’t need after shave cologne; emanating a scent
more stupendous than the rose,
I didn’t need a pungent slab of aluminum; having its
surface as smooth as white ice,
I didn’t need a soft sponge; with its body profusely
dipped in tingling antiseptic,
I didn’t need tablets of colored soap; evolving a bath
of bubbles after vigorous scrubbing,
I didn’t need high pressured foam; diffusing into a
stream of spicy froth the instant I compressed it,
I didn’t need long spools of cotton; triangular heaps
of bandages to drape across my wounds,
I didn’t need shimmering tweezers of pure steel; to
scrupulously pluck my hair,
I didn’t need sleazy colored dye; with its shade
resembling rotten vegetables decaying in the dark,
I didn’t need a blow dryer; ejecting out tones of hot
air at whirlwind speeds,
I didn’t need a barrel of vanity powder; to spuriously
illuminate the contours of my face,
I didn’t need a bowl of moisturizing cream; to
incessantly massage each pore of my skin,
I didn’t need sizzling face pads; to caress the breath
flowing harmoniously out of my nose,
I didn’t need a mirror; to admire my reflection for
marathon hours in the scintillating glass incorporated
within,
I didn’t even need to waste a single second more in
the morning; reaching the office well before the boss
came in,
And the strange thing was; that even if someone
donated all the above contraptions to me completely
free; I still would blatantly reject them,
By now you must be at the edge of your seats to know
the secret of my existence; well the answer to this is
more simpler than your voice; as I didn’t have even
the slightest of free space on my cheeks; or to put it
more succinctly I was BEARDED…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Before
BEFORE THE PINNACLE of mount Everest; there was a plethora of barricades to be confronted,
Before plummeting down to the bottom of the fathomless ocean; one had to face a battalion of wild sharks,
Before winning the coveted title of wrestling champion; there was the arduous endeavor of toning a jugglery of muscle,
Before harnessing the art of devouring glass; one had to learn to incessantly consume obdurate food,
Before swimming against choppy waters of the perennial river; one had to acqurie skills of floating in the shallow pool,
Before adroitly sketching articulate forms of scenic beauty; one had to know the art of blending color,
Before reciting mesmerizing notes of melodious music; one had to aware of the cadence of sound,
Before running at swashbuckling speeds in torrential showers of rain; one had to assimilate the vigor to walk,
Before tumultuously bursting into fits of sporadic laughter; one should know how to smile,
Before constructing the grandiloquent Taj Mahal of juxtaposed brick; one must have the skill to build a compact wall,
Before driving a high powered bike through the mountain roads; it was indispensable to posses the prowess of synchronized balance,
Before sculpturing ornate statues to scented wax; one should incorporate the technique of molding clay,
Before beheading a person in war with pugnacious swishes of the scepter; one must have the profound courage to hold one,
Before gliding down the picturesque valley strapped to parachute strings; one should master the ingredients of adventure,
Before encountering the ominous panther head on; one must develop a compassion for the animate beast,
Before gulping down pints of frozen water; one should savor the taste of Luke warm milk,
Before witnessing stupendous parables of jubilation; one must trespass through the tyranny of sorrow,
Before sleeping blissfully on a mattress of silken gold; one should inevitably perspire under the blistering heat of the sun,
Before transiting to realms of uninvited old age; one must experience the exuberance of resplendent youth,
Before dancing in the aisles of passionate romance; one should thoroughly mature in responsibility,
And before the commencing the activities of each day; one must indispensably worship the deity he believes in; praying for celestial solace from the creator.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Bless me with poetry
My eyes felt like invidiously smoldering fireballs of
tyrannical anguish; although everything around me;
euphorically blossomed towards the resplendent
corridors of unsurpassable eternity,
My hands felt like pathetically deadened corpses of
lugubrious stone; although everything around me;
compassionately craved to be benevolently caressed,
My stomach felt like a preposterously famished inferno
slithering towards the aisles of nothingness; although
everything around me; was an unfathomably replenished
and tantalizing bowl of salubrious goodness,
My brain felt like a truculently lambasting dungeon;
although everything around me; was blissfully gyrating
to the tunes of astoundingly spell binding life,
My bloodstreams felt like frozen avalanches of
brutally insipid ice; although everything around me;
culminated with incredulously poignant vividness into
a rainbow of panoramic aristocracy,
My fingers felt like irascibly rotten and torturously
pulverized tomatoes; although everything around me;
was an unbelievably gorgeous kaleidoscope of
majestically unfurling artistry,
My lips felt like capriciously neglected and
agonizingly burnt matchsticks; although everything
around me; was an ingratiatingly overwhelming cloud of
jubilant sensuousness; fervently waiting to be kissed,
My cheeks felt like gruesomely livid abuses of
abhorrently orphaned hatred; although everything
around me; was a beautifully embellished and
voluptuously embellished bride,
My feet felt like sordidly rotten pancakes of dismally
ghastly defeat; although everything around me; was a
solely a trail of unassailably victorious footsteps,
My nose felt like an unsurpassable graveyard of
horrifically penalizing stench; although everything
around me; was a miraculously spawning garden of
divinely scent,
My ears felt like abstrusely quaint stones of
murderous deafness; although everything around me; was
ecstatically yelling with the unstoppable ardor to
gloriously lead stupendously exhilarating life,
My hair felt like derogatorily bald wires of viciously
stabbing venom; although everything around me; was
ebulliently rustling in the miraculously Omniscient
and enamoring breeze,
My skin felt like a vindictively sweating orphanage of
unlimited despair; although everything around me; was
an aristocratically blissful cloud of ravishing beauty
and tranquilly charming graciousness,
My voice felt like a horrendously dumb door of an
insanely disheartening mental asylum; although
everything around me; was melodiously triggering an
island of boundlessly everlasting compassion,
My neck felt like an inconspicuously vandalized piece
of soggy shit; although everything around me; was a
marvelously titillating landscape of fervently
timeless beauty; propelling even the most alien of
organism to bend in submissive obeisance,
My conscience felt like a disgustingly arid mountain
of heinously sinister lies; although everything around
me; was the irrefutably unconquerable shadow of
divinely truth,
My breath felt like a traumatically asphyxiating
whiplash of ever-augmenting desperation; although
everything around me; was a paradise of
extraordinarily fructifying air; victoriously
galloping forward every unleashing minute of the day,
My heart felt like a profusely bombarded township of
betrayal; although everything around me; was a
civilization of perennially burgeoning camaraderie; an
unshakably palatial mansion of majestically immortal
love,
And that is exactly what happened when I didn't pen
down the inner most fulminations of my heart for just
a single instant; let alone the permutations of an
entire day,
It is therefore my humble plea to you O! Almighty
Lord; to bless me with impregnable poetry every
unfurling minute of the day; so that I not only
survive the destined quota of my life; but continue to
serve humanity and symbiotically exist for a countless
more lifetimes..
(c) copyright-2003, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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