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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Fantasy seldom becomes reality
I thought of nose diving from the 100th floor of the
edifice,
shivered incessantly when perched right on the top,
abruptly changed my decision as i stared in deathly
horror,
at the fathomless distance between the ground and my
silhouette.
i visualized trespassing through amber flames of the
bonfire,
as they licked barren arenas of the misty blue sky,
i vehemently changed my outlook; as i actually felt
their savage heat,
refrained from venturing even miles near the
conflagration.
i perceived chewing brittle shards of broken glass,
disintegrating them firmly with my teeth,
dreaded visions of blood gushing from chambers in
mouth engulfed me,
as i formally held a solitary chunk of glass in my
palms,
prompting me to dismiss the obnoxious idea from my
mind.
i envisaged riding on the silken body of blue ocean
whale,
admiring the scenic beauty of the captivating
Atlantic,
ghastly images of its canine teeth petrified me in
entirety,
with hollow kingdoms of its mouth relishing my bones,
causing me to instantaneously relinquish the fantasy
before it took firm
roots.
i imagined conversing with the magnanimous princess,
floating high in the clouds with her mesmerizing
grace,
i then looked down at the torn lace of my
shoe, infinite stains in my vest, the
emptiness of my purse,
the visions of blossoming romance died there itself,
and i admonished my mind stringently saying to myself,
that 'FANTASY SELDOM BECOMES REALITY'.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Fear
The twin horned cow prays to god,
for fear of not producing frosty rich cream milk.
the scorched patch of infertile land prays to god,
for fear of not yielding consumable grains of food.
the large butcher knife prays to god,
for fear of not being able to slain obdurate chunks of
meat, a cluster of
spruced vegetable.
the devilish chain of mountain prays to god,
for fear of collapsing, when struck my cyclonic wind
and rain.
the enchanting elevation of the edifice
prays to god,
for fear of being charred by flaming fires, transiting
into realms of
dilapidation.
the light brown crab on the slippery beach prays to
god,
for fear of being trampled to death by bulky soles of
inarticulate feet.
airborne birds in the sky pray to god,
for fear of snapping their wings, nose-diving thereby
towards the uncouth
surface of earth.
the juicy fruit of apple prays to god,
for fear of being pecked by venomous reptile injecting
paltry vials of
poison.
innocent orphan children pray to god,
for fear of being stashed like truckloads of garbage.
immaculately white satin cloth prays to god,
for fear of developing disdainful blotches and stain.
the lush green blades of grass pray to god,
for fear of being devoured by the roaming stray
cattle.
the ornately exquisite mercedes prays to god,
for fear of being brutally bashed by tankers holding
grease.
the emerald green waters of ocean pray to god,
for fear of being contaminated by gun powder and
residue of missiles.
appetizing slabs of pure chocolate pray to god,
for fear of harbouring an army of red ant and insects.
suspended wires of cable pray to god,
for fear of electrocuting all those in proximity after
fresh spells of
monsoon.
the croaking frog in the lake prays to god,
for fear of being swallowed by killer lizards on the
prowl.
humans existing on this earth pray to god,
for fear of losing their lives, starving like the
desert camel bereft of
fodder.
i pray to god,
for fear of being seperated from the person i loved,
the ones i really cared
for.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Fertility
Fertility. Is what every true brain on this fathomless Universe unrelentingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most invincibly spell binding festoon of ideas; upon which countless more generations ahead could solely run.
Fertility. Is what every true soil on this boundless Universe endlessly seeks; in order to blossom into the most robustly enamoring of fruit and food; wonderfully mollifying the preposterously emaciated stomachs of trillions thereby.
Fertility. Is what every true finger on this limitless Universe unceasingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most fructifying canvases of royally unfettered artistry; brilliantly metamorphosing even the most infinitesimal speck of robotically brutally monotony; into an unimpeachably spotless paradise; thereby.
Fertility. Is what every true sky on this untiring Universe ardently seeks; in order to blossom into the most tantalizingly rhapsodic of clouds; which perennially ensured that planet earth triumphantly bloomed with compassion and not lecherously lamenting drought.
Fertility. Is what every true ocean on this astounding Universe undyingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most quintessential frosty cisterns of salt; upon which profusely relied the taste buds of the entire resplendently living race.
Fertility. Is what every true throat on this effulgent Universe interminably seeks; in order to blossom into the most mellifluously titillating tunes of togetherness; to which every cranny of this remorsefully manipulative planet today; danced in uninhibitedly vivacious abandon.
Fertility. Is what every true flesh on this timeless Universe infallibly seeks; in order to blossom into the most victorious goose-bumps of insuperable excitement; which blissfully transcended the whiplashes of inexplicable desperation forever and ever and ever.
Fertility. Is what every true eye on this unending Universe constantly seeks; in order to blossom into the most intriguingly bewitching of panoramic fantasy; which inculcated fresh rays of hope into even the most ghastily extinguishing organism on this planet.
Fertility. Is what every true armpit on this inexhaustible Universe tirelessly seeks; in order to blossom into the most euphorically exhilarating droplets of golden sweat; which miraculously transformed all oblivions of profane laziness into perpetually emollient perseverance.
Fertility. Is what every true mother on this optimistic Universe indefatigably seeks; in order to blossom into the most pricelessly impregnable fountains of milk; so that there evolves a formidably fearless and undefeated generation; of the tomorrow.
Fertility. Is what every true man and woman on this majestic Universe unendingly seek; in order to blossom into the most fragrantly blessed chapters of gods creation; which forever ensured that none could put brakes to the symbiotic proliferation of planet divine.
Fertility. Is what every true mirror on this eternal Universe intransigently seeks; in order to blossom into the most irrefutably unconquerable reflections of honesty; which acted as the sole pivot for gripping the chords of this bounteously jubilant planet.
Fertility. Is what every true soldier on this inscrutable Universe inextricably seeks; in order to blossom into the most peerlessly blazing sun of martyrdom; so that countless other innocent civilians could forever sleep in unfettered peace.
Fertility. Is what every true Sun on this unconquerable Universe uncompromisingly seeks; in order to blossom into the most triumphant beams of unprejudiced heroism; which enlightened every pathetically beleaguered space upon this iridescent planet.
Fertility. Is what every true vein on this benign Universe wholeheartedly seeks; in order to blossom into the most impeccably egalitarian and humanitarian droplets of blood; which timelessly amalgamated every speck of the planet into the threads of unassailably noble brotherhood.
Fertility. Is what every true bee on this Samaritan Universe fervently seeks; in order to blossom into the most unbelievably melodious caverns of honey; which put all wanton consternation in the atmosphere to an eternal rest.
Fertility. Is what every true soul on this ebullient Universe undefeatedly seeks; in order to blossom into the most benevolent ideals of peace; harmony; friendship and humanity; upon which were erected the original foundations of this planet; by the Almighty Lord.
Fertility. Is what every true nostril on this poignant Universe inexorably seeks; in order to blossom into the most inimitably pungent chapters of sparkling life; which paid an wholesomely incorrigible deaf ear; to the wails of the devil and death.
And Fertility. Is what every true heart on this spectacular Universe incessantly seeks; in order to blossom into the most torrentially Omnipotent Cloudshowers of love; which were the ultimate panacea for every disease and suffering ever thriving on this impoverished planet.
ฉฎcopyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Forever in love
Once a failure; not necessary that always a gorily
disoriented failure; being lambasted in the aisles of
horrendous nothingness,
Once a loss; not necessary that always a hideously
unsavory loss; crucifying you beyond the realms of
pricelessly impregnable existence,
Once an abusing; not necessary that always a
derogatorily unceremonious abusing; brutally kicking
you like an infinitesimally frigid matchstick; towards
the coffins of morbid hell,
Once an isolation; not necessary that always a
remorsefully dastardly isolation; abjectly obfuscating
you from the quintessentially glorious fabric of the
symbiotic planet outside,
Once a sidelining; not necessary that always a
preposterously delinquent sidelining; incarcerating
you in chains of disastrously ominous despair while
the entire earth uninhibitedly freaked outside,
Once a torture; not necessary that always a
sadistically cacophonic torture; making every
unfurling instant of your fantastically embellished
existence worse than a countless hapless deaths,
Once a betrayal; not necessary that always a fretfully
tyrannizing betrayal; burying you wholesomely alive in
the parasitically decaying grave,
Once a criminal; not necessary that always a
vindictively insane criminal; cadaverously
perpetuating into the sky of fathomlessly invincible
truth,
Once a cannibalistic; not necessary that always a
turgidly decrepit cannibalistic; ruthlessly
excoriating apart innocuously celestial flesh; into a
boundless bits of inconspicuous oblivion,
Once a backbencher; not necessary that always a
lugubriously inane backbencher; unsurpassably yawning
in indolent ignominy while the earth burgeoned into a
spell bindingly golden tomorrow,
Once a tail; not necessary that always an egregiously
shy tail; curled a limitless kilometers inside the
legs; at even the most ethereal innuendo of enchanting
thunder,
Once a laggard; not necessary that always a
licentiously heinous laggard; slavering like a
salacious leech at every aspect of inscrutably
resplendent life,
Once an unemployed; not necessary that always a
fragrantly baseless unemployed; nonchalantly staring
into lackadaisical bits of skull-less space for hours
immemorial,
Once a corpse; not necessary that always a
treacherously ghoulish corpse; fecklessly quavering in
the mortuaries of intransigently endless and dismally
asphyxiating despair,
Once a stone; not necessary that always an languidly
lackluster stone; crumbling in lecherously dumb
silence till the last puff of enchantingly iridescent
life,
Once a curmudgeon; not necessary that always a
scornfully wailing curmudgeon; irrevocably tossing and
turning in uncontrollably maniacal frustration and
clamminess,
Once an impotent; not necessary that always a
vituperatively laconic impotent; squelching the brakes
of the perfidiously whipping devil upon the Omnipotent
Lords chapters of; unbelievably blessing creation,
Once a teardrop; not necessary that always a banefully
agonizing teardrop; carnivorously circumscribed by a
gutter of misery throughout every unleashing moment of
fantastically effulgent life,
But once in love; means forever and ever and ever
embracing its immortally altruistic swirl; means
forever and ever and ever letting the winds of its
magically mitigating goodness caress your impoverished
soul; means forever and ever and ever existing as the
most priceless organism ever alive; means forever and
ever and ever and for an fathomless more births of
yours; always in LOVE
.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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