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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Can true love ever dream of being destroyed
Can callous stones lying on the ground; ever dream of flying soaring
high in
the clouds abreast with the birds?
Can inclement rain pelting from the sky; ever dream of heating the land
instead of profusely soaking it?
Can foliated trees swaying high and handsome with the blowing wind;
ever dream
of transforming into a diminutive ant?
Can the formidably constructed fortress; ever dream of crumbling down
like a
pack of cards?
Can the ground on which we traversed; ever dream of disdainfully
buckling down
under our inconspicuous weight?
Can the magnanimous aircraft hovering at unprecedented heights in the
air;
ever dream of maneuvering through the crowded city streets?
Can the dazzling sun god in the cosmos; ever dream of submerging the
atmosphere with pitch dark blackness instead of scintillating light?
Can the dog philandering unscrupulously through the streets; ever dream
of not
wagging his curved tail?
Can the vivacious chameleon bouncing between the hedges; ever dream of
not
changing its enchanting color?
Can the nectar oozing our bountifully from beehives; ever dream of
being as
salty as the wild sea?
Can the summit of the colossal mountain; ever dream of being in close
quarters
with the dilapidated road?
Can the inebriating elixir of opulent wine; ever dream of being like
crystalline mineral water?
Can the ominous scorpion merrily gallivanting through the jungles; ever
dream
of not injecting its venomous sting?
Can the greasy lubricating oil; ever dream of not impregnating the
surface
with a slippery sheen?
Can the penguins born and existing in the savage cold of Atlantic; ever
dream
of blistering heat of the uncouth desert?
Can the angular soles of feet; ever dream of eloquently singing instead
of
inexorably trespassing infinite miles of cold territory?
Can the fragrant and scarlet rose; ever dream of emanating a fetid
odor; a
pugnacious smell resembling the leaking gutters?
Can the intangible photograph suspended from the wall; ever dream of
emulating
the animated actions of a live man?
Can the mammoth elephant transgressing majestically through the forest;
ever
dream of floundering under the onslaught of sensitive breeze?
Can the violently swirling waves of the ocean; ever dream of becoming
the
condensed river?
Can the freezing cold bar of icecream; ever dream of scalding ones
mouth?
Can the hideously towering demon brutally massacring innocuous people;
ever
dream of replicating god,
And 'CAN TRUE LOVE EVER DREAM OF BEING DESTROYED'; even if there came
the
greatest force from society to dismantle it; the wisest man in space to
rebuke
it;
the mightiest power on earth to decimate it?
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Companion
The flamboyantly blazing rays of the marvelously royal
Sun; were my passionately piquant companions; for the
perseveringly sweltering day,
Ravishing beams of mystically resplendent moonlight;
were my eternally gratifying companions; for the
voluptuously silken night,
The tree leaves rustling in spell binding
vivaciousness; were my most blissful companions in my
times of; disastrously sordid loneliness,
Springs of Omnisciently cascading water; were my
bountifully quelling companions; when I dreadfully
sulked in a whirlpool of abominably horrendous dirt,
Pristine shores incessantly rumbling with
tantalizingly undulating waves; were my ravishingly
tangy companions; in my times of drearily despicable
depression,
Fathomless carpets of enchantingly grandiloquent
skies; were my timelessly invincible companions; in my
times of lackadaisically crippling boredom,
Hives of melodiously sweet and glitteringly golden
honey; were my beautifully enamoring companions; in my
times of gruesomely malevolent bitterness,
Truculently vibrant tornados of patriotism; were my
unflinchingly intrepid companions; in my times of
remorsefully morbid stagnation and doleful malice,
Innocuously Omnipotent and divinely children; were my
unequivocally benign companions; in my times of
horrendously manipulative distress,
Enigmatically slithering and charismatic snakes; were
my enchantingly evoking companions; in my times of
maniacally commercial monotonousness,
Redolently everlasting and incredulously profuse
roses; were my integrally handsome companions; in my
times of despairingly staggering melancholy,
Whirlwinds of untamed exuberance; were my perpetually
bestowing companions; in my times of nonchalantly
dwindling towards my gorily sinister corpse,
Aristocratically silken and mesmerizing feathers; were
my magically symbiotic companions; in my times of
irascibly disdainful nervousness,
Rhapsodically raining marshmallows of azure clouds;
were my torrentially dynamic companions; in my times
of penalizingly sorrowful banishment,
Tantalizingly boisterous and fascinating fairies; were
my ingratiatingly iridescent companions; in my times
of disgustingly orphaned prejudice,
Rivers of impeccably glistening milk; were my
celestially profound companions; in my times of
murderously abhorrent fanaticism,
Omnipresently sacrosanct steps of the princely mosque;
were my pricelessly ultimate companions; in my times
of inexplicably unending and tyrannizing trauma,
Fireballs of insatiably untamed breath; were my
tumultuously compassionate companions; in my times of
dastardly extinguishing into winds of cowardly
oblivion,
But your immortally impregnable and ebullient heart;
was my Omnipotently eternal companion; for each
impoverished moment of my present; and countless more
optimistically scintillating lifetimes…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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DANCE UPON EVERY CHANCE….
Whether it be as inconspicuous as an invisibly dissolute ant; or whether it be as towering as the highest apogee of the invincibly towering mountain; upon which fell the very first rays of the brilliant Sun,
Whether it be as overpoweringly black as the color of unearthly midnight; or whether it be blazing towards an infinite new civilizations of tomorrow—like the profusely ameliorating beams of empowering dawn,
Whether it be as evanescent as the parsimoniously deteriorating horizons; or whether it be as veritably fathomless as the gigantically swirling oceans and the endless chain of black rocks,
Whether it be as infantile as the nimble squeak of the freshly born baby rat; or whether it be as impregnably majestic as the inimitably unparalleled roar of the unflinching lion,
Whether it be as frivolous as the sporadically changing winds; or whether it be as undefeatedly passionate as the shades of insuperably humanitarian and united blood,
Whether it be as light veined as the inane balderdash of the limpid clown; or whether it be as redolently immortalizing as a boundless lines of ecstatically bountiful poetry,
Whether it be as acrimoniously arid as the blistering sands; or whether it be as torrentially sumptuous and everlastingly life-yielding as the unabashedly tumbling droplets of golden rain,
Whether it be as nonchalant as the ephemerally livid whisper; or whether it be as royally unassailable as the indefatigably euphoric and vociferous lightening of the crimson sky,
Whether it be as ludicrously feeble as the abnormally rickety pack of cards; or whether it be as insuperably fortified as the magical Universe whose foundations rested on eternally unified love,
Whether it be as excruciatingly tantalizing as the betraying mirage; or whether it be as inevitably definite as the perennially nurturing complexion of the soil; which was a princely dark brown,
Whether it be as nervously tottering like the abysmally old man stumbling towards his grave; or whether it be perpetually bouncing in the victorious vigor and ardor of wondrously youthful life,
Whether it be as dismally oblivious as the full cry of the non-existent mosquito; or whether it be full; eternal and ravishingly triumphant as the entire Universe of philanthropic justice,
Whether it be as disdainfully terrestrial as the transient blade of pulverized green grass; or whether it uninhibitedly flapped its wings like a surreally adorned queen through fathomless bits of azure sky,
Whether it be as cunningly slippery as the bewilderingly groping eel; or whether it be as infallibly faithful as the girl of your every dream; who fearlessly stood abreast you to rejoice and smilingly accept the ghastliest of death,
Whether it be as uncannily eccentric as the croaking witch’s anointed broomstick; or whether it be as enthrallingly pragmatic as the unnervingly ticking –centuries old town clock,
Whether it be as deplorably jinxed as the fetidly disgruntled graveyard; or whether it be as miraculously blessed as every synergistically palpitating creation of the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Whether it be as treacherously cheating like the feckless shadow which came and disappeared with each shade of the light; or whether it be as timelessly befriending as the breath in the lungs; which only left you after your veritable death,
Whether it be as pathetically ungraspable as the stream of widowed water; or whether it be like all those people around you who unstoppably embraced you for solely what you were and what you were destined to be,
And I really don’t care; be it in whatever shape; form; color or intensity; but as long as its for the betterment of humanity and my very own self; and the very instant it comes my way; I’d definitely and wholesomely DANCE UPON EVERY CHANCE….
©®COPYRIGHT BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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Devoured
In the bizarre wilderness of the relentlessly dense
forests; I intransigently felt as if I was being
profoundly devoured; in a world of unending mysticism
and uninhibited enigma,
In the dolorously dooming graveyard; I incessantly
felt as if I was being morbidly devoured; in
whirlpools of remorsefully disastrous depression,
In the heart of the resplendently ravishing ocean; I
euphorically felt as I was being tanigly devoured; by
unfathomable spurts of frosty exuberance,
In the satiny cover of the opalescently majestic
night; I tranquilly felt as if I was being ebulliently
devoured; by impregnably enamoring and fabulously
fascinating peace,
In the unsurpassably redolent garden of gorgeously
scarlet roses; I enchantingly felt as if I was being
fragrantly devoured; by insurmountable fireballs of
royal scent,
In the monotonously manipulative domains of the
corporate office; I unrelentingly felt as if I was
being malevolently devoured; by endless waves of
horrendously stagnating boredom,
In the entrenchment of discerningly scintillating
mirrors; I optimistically felt as if I was being
candidly devoured; by the innermost voices of my
righteously entrapped conscience,
In the ghastly pool of horrifically diabolical
crocodiles; I insidiously felt as if I was being
salaciously devoured; by gruesomely acrimonious
savagery,
In the panoramic kaleidoscope of the gorgeously
blooming gorge; I timelessly felt as if I was being
bountifully devoured; by a whole new civilization of
astounding newness,
In the impeccably bustling kindergarten of new born
infants; I rhapsodically felt as if I was being
blissfully devoured; by incomprehensibly compassionate
tornado’s; of magnificently divine energy,
In the branches of the inscrutably rustling tree; I
intriguingly felt as if I was being profusely
devoured; by seductively tantalizing carpets of
perennially escalating desire,
In the flames of the unremittingly blazing fire; I
dynamically felt as if I was being ardently devoured;
by flames of eternally fathomless passion,
In the wings of the overwhelmingly zipping aircraft; I
ecstatically felt as if I was being spell bindingly
devoured; by a majestically volatile fervor to gallop
resurgently; throughout the tenure of my diminutively
impoverished life,
In the light of the tantalizingly flickering candle; I
ardently felt as if I was being uxoriously devoured;
by cisterns of intimately infidel electricity;
clinging fanatically close to the visage of my
blossoming dreamgirl,
In the disdainfully abominable pigs hutch; I
abhorrently felt as if I was being devastatingly
devoured; by sordidly forlorn filth and rotting piles
of worthless nothingness,
In the land of poetically celestial justice; I
romantically felt as if I was being fascinatingly
devoured; by limitless caverns of harmoniously
tingling contentment; an insatiably philanthropic
desire to wholesomely blend with the threads of
priceless humanity,
In the midst of the vivaciously gregarious rainbow; I
magically felt as I was being splendidly devoured; by
holistically iridescent beams of voluptuous
innovation; as sparkling hurricanes of fresh energy
enveloped each cranny of my; beleaguered countenance,
In the boundless fountain of mesmerizing breath; I
Omnisciently felt as I was being miraculously
devoured; by infinite more blessed lives; of my very
own amiable kind,
And in the unassailably vivid eyes of my ravishing
beloved; I immortally felt as I was being beautifully
devoured; by the Sun of unequivocally bequeathing
love; the rays of a perpetually everlasting
relationship; which vehemently refused to die….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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