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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Everlasting beats
Sinking countless kilometers beneath the rock bottom
of my boots; as I witnessed the insurmountably
gigantic dinosaur making a final countdown for my
bones,
Triumphantly bouncing towards a land higher than the
summit of paradise; as I achieved the most
unprecedented ambition of my life,
Freezing ruthlessly to worse than a cold stone; as I
heard the overwhelmingly gloomy news; about the
ghastly accident of my beloved,
Thunderously leaping out of my ardent chest; as I
encountered the most fantastically fabulous of my
dreams; serendipitously by my side,
Escalating like a tumultuously rebellious inferno;
when someone rubbed salt on my nascently raw wounds;
in the worst of my times,
Philandering through the tunnels of insatiably
tingling desire; as I romanced with the mate of my
dreams; as streaks of electric lightening blazed
ferociously in the cosmos,
Paralyzing to a frigidly dead bone; as I witnessed
gargantuan flocks of unruly mob; torch thousands of
innocent alive,
Melting like a philanthropically benevolent candle;
when the impeccable child caught my hand; calling me
father with profound newness lingering in the whites
of his eye,
Wavering in profuse uncertainty; as I had to choose
from amongst my sacrosanct mother and enchanting wife;
both of whom I loved incomprehensibly; and alike,
Shivering more painstakingly than boundless avalanches
of condensed ice; as I viewed my benign fellow mates;
being lambasted traumatically from all sides,
Slithering in ecstatic frenzy in umpteenth directions;
as I immaculately unveiled each ingenious artistry of
my bountiful brain,
Compassionately fortifying itself like an impregnable
fortress; when I unflinchingly marched towards the
path of irrefutable truth; with the palms of my fellow
comrades; invincibly entwined in mine,
Shrinking to fathomless times of its original size; as
I heard my name in God’s list of those about to die;
when I knew that this was the last time; of seeing my
cherished ones alive,
Glistening to a shade more flamboyant than the rising
Sun; as I made my parents proud of my conquests;
proved it to the entire world outside; that I was
equal to each droplet of my divinely mothers milk,
Dancing in remorseful solitude; as I knew I had
committed the most heinous act of my life; as I knew
that it was disparagingly hopeless; to reverse my
quota of inadvertently performed misdeeds,
Forcefully fulminating to be instantaneously released;
as I was imprisoned in the land of traitors; in the
corridors of those who sinfully condemned God and
priceless humanity,
Dying inconspicuously in its rudimentary roots; as I
saw the magnanimous entity who gave me birth; being
lowered down in her ghastly tomb,
And living an infinite lives in a single life; an
infinite instants of happiness in a single moment;
when it immortally bonded with the ultimate love of
its fervently adventurous existence,
Was my passionately throbbing heart; unequivocally
ensuring that I survived till my last breath as the
richest man alive; a richness not able to be
manipulated or purchased by any spurious wealth; a
richness of its sacredly everlasting beats….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Expectations massacre life
It was only when you started to insatiably expect;
that every stranger on the street would wholeheartedly
smile; altruistically enshroud each dreary aspect of
your beleaguered existence with unprecedented
happiness,
That it terribly hurt you; when he unsparingly abused
you; excoriating you apart like inconspicuously frigid
shit; for ostensibly no reason or plausible rhyme;
instead…
It was only when you started to inexorably expect;
that the conglomerate of voluptuous clouds in the
cosmos; perpetually inundated every emaciated cranny
of parched earth with enchantingly golden rain,
That it unsurpassably hurt you; when they immutably
refrained to shower even an evanescent trickle even
after drifting centimeters close to soil;
metamorphosed every conceivable tuft of exotic green;
into a graveyard of bizarrely disparaging sand;
instead….
It was only when you started to rapaciously expect;
that the boisterously cavorting bee; would handsomely
bless and enlighten the drearily lambasted roses
around you,
That it limitlessly hurt you; when it acrimoniously
hurtled right towards the whites of your impeccable
eye and vengefully stung you; instead….
It was only when you started to endlessly expect; that
the neighbor would chivalrously reciprocate your
congenital kindness; unflinching standing by you in
your times of horrendously inexplicable and cancerous
distress,
That it hedonistically hurt you; when he ghoulishly
smattered every speck of preposterous dirt in his
dwelling; with lethal disdain on your face; instead….
It was only when you started to unbelievably expect;
that every inch of soil that you timelessly
transgressed; would seductively tantalize and
compassionately greet the haplessly staggering soles
of your fatigued feet,
That it intransigently hurt you; when the ground
perpetuated you to fretfully bleed and crumble;
transforming into a battalion of cadaverously acerbic
thorns even before you could alight a single foot;
instead…
It was only when you started to tirelessly expect;
that the very first rays of brilliantly Omnipotent Sun
next morning; would miraculously mitigate you of even
the most infinitesimal iota of your torturous agony,
That it tyrannically hurt you; when the mordantly main
and viciously livid smog; hazily obfuscated every
trace of light; instead….
It was only when you started to passionately expect;
that the indomitably intrepid mountains; would
perpetually sequester you in their unshakably peerless
aura,
That it unimaginably hurt you; when they ignominiously
buried you alive under an avalanche of incongruously
untamed ice; instead…
It was only when you started to unconquerably expect;
that the immaculate woman on the turnstiles; would
invincibly treat you like her venerated son,
That it disconsolately hurt you; when she lasciviously
crept towards you and tawdrily offered you her
profanely sundry body; instead….
It was only when you started to unceasingly expect;
that every wave of the undulatingly frosty ocean;
would transcend you to above the realms of veritably
blissful paradise,
That it traumatically hurt you; when the waters
savagely drowned you to the rock bottom without giving
you the tiniest of subtle innuendo; instead….
And it was only when you started to unrelentingly
expect; that the girl for which your heart throbbed
more everlastingly than the corridors of eternal
eternity; would irrefutably become the sole partner of
your existence,
That it intolerably hurt you; when she came to
tantalizingly kiss you every moonlit evening; and then
bonded in threads of perennial matrimony with your
most dreaded enemy; choosing you for the night and him
for life; instead….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
Nikhil Parekh
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Extractions
I extracted curd from pure cows milk; after sequestering it for marathon hours from light,
I extracted stupendously sweet honey from catacomb beehives; after adroitly wading the stinging bees away,
I extracted scintillating pearls from the corrugated oyster shell; after fetching the same from fathomless depths of the ocean,
I extracted poignant salt powder from the sea; after stringently drying the water under the dazzling sun,
I extracted succulent fruits from the towering tree; after many years of planting its inconspicuous seed,
I extracted royal skin from the ominous persona of leopard; after decimating his long whiskered body,
I extracted crystalline water from the belly of earth; after digging to unsurpassable distances below the ground,
I extracted lethal poison from the slithering reptile; after severing its hideous pair of toxic fangs,
I extracted tones of stench and prurient debris; after profoundly squeezing the skin of a rotten vegetable,
I extracted a plethora of hidden insinuations; after attentively listening to the bureaucrat's flowery speech,
I extracted a bountiful ocean of redolence; after assembling a cluster of lilies in the flower vase,
I extracted robust supply of air completely encompassing the squalid room; after I merely caressed the conventional plastic switch labeled as fan,
I extracted compact cubes of triangular ice; after wholesomely freezing the large pitcher of water lying solitary on the slab,
I extracted gold from mundane land cultivating a fleet of crops on it; after onerously digging the soil with my gleaming pickaxe,
I extracted naked electricity from loosely dangling wires; after touching them with my profoundly wet hands,
I extracted a battalion of brilliant rays from the sun; after unrelentingly staring at it for several minutes,
I extracted sparkling foam from the rotund bar of soap; after vigorously kneading it into fine lather with my bohemian palms,
I extracted scores of raw minerals from the gargantuan body of rock; after delving deep and distantly far into its crevices,
I extracted loads of uninhibited love from my mother; after taking birth from her sacrosanct womb,
I extracted unparalleled empathy from my beloved; after making her the one and only queen of my heart,
And I extracted an omnipotent spirit to exist from life; after having being bestowed upon the form of a human; inhaling gallons of fresh air; by the divine creator.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Fantasy
In the invidiously ghastly silence that enshrouds me; when even the most ferociously turbulent of waves; wholesomely refrained to culminate; after sighting the contours of my plaintively impoverished face,
In the pathetically hedonistic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most voluptuously sapphire of clouds; wholesomely refrained to thunder; after sighting the appalling dullness in my eyes,
In the mercilessly maiming silence that enshrouds me; when even the most inscrutably enlivening forests; wholesomely refrained to whisper; after sighting the haplessly crinkled veins on my feet,
In the ominously egregious silence that enshrouds me; when even the most majestically crimson lotus; wholesomely refrained to blossom; after sighting the horrifically jutting bones of my flailing persona,
In the diabolically stabbing silence that enshrouds me; when even the most royally towering lion; wholesomely refrained to roar; after sighting the cringe of fetidly decaying yellow clinging to my cluster of teeth,
In the vindictively devilish silence that enshrouds me; when even the most vociferously effervescent of bees; wholesomely refrained to buzz; after sighting the tears of directionless delirium in my eyes,
In the hideously cannibalistic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most uncontrollably spiraling fires; wholesomely refrained to crackle; after sighting the miserably defeated philosopher in my breath,
In the flagrantly disconcerting silence that enshrouds me; when even the most aristocratically gliding eagles; wholesomely refrained to screech; after sighting the frigid barrenness of my freshly tonsured scalp,
In the truculently venomous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most vividly astounding rainbows; wholesomely refrained to shimmer; after sighting the inanely livid dialect of my slavering tongue,
In the murderously asphyxiating silence that enshrouds me; when even the most charismatically jet black scorpions; wholesomely refrained to sting; after sighting the innumerable knots in my deplorably battered writer’s finger,
In the criminally cadaverous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most limitlessly cascading waterfalls; wholesomely refrained to gurgle; after sighting the ungainly stubble of barbarous beard; upon the sagging flesh of my cheeks,
In the disgustingly incarcerating silence that enshrouds me; when even the most sensuously virgin dewdrops; wholesomely refrained to titillate; after sighting the perennially lingering yawn of my indolently wretched mouth,
In the cold-bloodedly demonic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most unabashedly arousing of storms; wholesomely refrained to gush; after sighting the remnants of nothing else but maniacal gloominess; strewn all over my quavering spine,
In the insidiously lecherous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most brilliantly optimistic of Sun; wholesomely refrained to blaze; after sighting the mist of hopelessness predominantly reigning in each of my senses,
In the carnivorously deathly silence that enshrouds me; when even the most pristinely antiquated bells; wholesomely refrained to chime; after sighting the ghoulishly dying footprints of my sole,
In the drearily lambasting silence that enshrouds me; when even the most undauntedly silken snakes; wholesomely refrained to hiss; after sighting the blood that had now turned a febrile blue; in my severely starved veins,
In the torturously inconsolable silence that enshrouds me; when even the most spell bindingly heavenly dawn; wholesomely refrained to sermonize; after sighting the lethally anomalous clouds of sullenness; hovering round my nape,
In the ignominiously diseased silence that enshrouds me; when even the most fervently compassionate heart; wholesomely refrained to beat; after sighting the reverberations that the earth underwent; with each of my bohemian tread,
If there was really something at all that enlightened me; if there was really something at all that befriended me; and if there was really something at all that inspired me to the ultimate heavens of the divine; then it was none other than my; unconquerably unrestricted and unimpeachably glorious “Fantasy”…..
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Nikhil Parekh
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