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  NIKHIL PAREKH (27/08/1977)
 
 
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  273.     

Go Green…

'Green' is enchantment unparalleled; transforming every beleaguered
bone on disdainfully crackled earth; into a festoon of undying
replenishment till times beyond eternity,

'Green' is the ultimate magicians wand; perpetuating every speck of
the atmosphere with a tranquil so victorious; that it became the smile
of each symbiotic countenance alive,

'Green' is the most everlastingly compassionate caress of nature
divine; royally accommodating infinite organisms of different shapes,
sizes, color and charm into a blanket of invincible frolic and
togetherness,

'Green' is the most pricelessly inimitable definition of freshness;
incessantly spawning into the undefeated dazzle of optimistic dawn; to
enlighten the entire Universe with the colors of brilliant newness,

'Green' is every sore eye's perpetual delight; wholesomely shrugging
off every wretched insinuation of monotonous commercialism; with the
effervescent new-born foliage of earth divine,

'Green' is the most supremely mollifying tonic to the incarcerated
soul; alleviating the most inconspicuous of its sorrow with undying
enigmatic whispers; which reverberated till beyond the infinite,

'Green' is the most fragrantly uninhibited dance of every organism
alive; as the unsurpassable buckets of rain; pelted unfettered from
the belly of fathomless sky,

'Green' is the most pristine shade of prosperity at its unbelievable
hilt; shimmering like a new born child replete with only happiness in
every flamboyant ray of the sun and the equally royally moonlit night,

'Green' is the destiny which never ever dies; astoundingly
proliferating into a boundless landscapes of blooming life; which made
the most parasitic robots as the greatest poets till as long as God's
earth survived,

'Green' symbolizes the most blissfully perfect truce between austere
white and diabolical black; where the winds of majestic moderation
transit every living being to the paths of bountiful righteousness,

'Green' nullifies the very non-existent roots of anarchic depression;
profoundly enthralling one and all in the neighborhood with the
tantalizing vivaciousness of a fairy; who'd descended down solely to
magnetize rustic soil,

'Green' evokes unconquerable desire in every ingredient of the blood;
to be one and in perfect unison with Mother nature; let the unbridled
beauty of her endless creations harness every aspect of impoverished
existence,

'Green' makes you the most unabashed artist alive; as you
bewilderingly fathom for the starting point and the horizons; on the
infinite canvas of the Lord's panoramic sanctuary,

'Green' makes you the most passionate lover on trajectory of the
endless planet; damning all inhibitions to the corpse as you fervently
rolled into grasslands of desire—breath intermingled with the breath
of your beloved,

'Green' is an ever-pervading rainbow; which charms even the most
deadened of mortuary with its rustle and innocent grace; sprinkling
quintessential ounces of vibrant life wherever it mystically crept,

'Green' is the ultimate harbinger of all peace and unity on the
distraught globe; as it vanquishes every sinister trail of the
barbarously marauding devil; with the freshness of love; creation and
blessed fruits of the divine,

'Green' radiates an unshakable aura of optimism to the farthest
quarter of the world; maintaining the most unbelievably perfect
equilibrium between the sky; the earth and diminutive man trespassing
in-between,

'Green' represents the free spirit of every continent; race; wind and
space under the sky; immortally continuing the chapters of God's
sacred creation; by timelessly proliferating into an infinite more of
its color and kind,

Therefore what are you waiting for. Go Green. Plant a tree in every
barren bit of space that you could lay your hands upon. And then
witness your sown children become the most undivided race of
togetherness; friendship; love and peace; even centuries after you
were dead…

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  274.     

Greedy

When I stood on the summit of the fabulously
fathomless valley; feasting on beams of majestically
pearly moonlight; as it kissed the trees and the
untamed wilderness,
I was greedy for plunging into it head on; romancing
with each leaf submerged in a blanket of dewdrops; and
the enthralling breeze as my ultimate savior…

When I irrevocably stuck in the disdainfully
claustrophobic traffic; the cacophonic horns and
unruly smoke nearly asphyxiating me to veritable
death,
I was greedy for possessing ebullient wings to fly;
soaring high in the clouds; in an entrenchment of
poignant beauty and seductive enchantment….

When I was stranded on the sands of the sweltering
desert; being tyrannically lambasted by whirlwinds of
turbulent dust,
I was greedy for tantalizing globules of crystal
water; frantically groping in the tumultuous
maelstrom; as acrid whips of mud obfuscated my vision
in entirety…

When I was engulfed by perpetual silence; the ghastly
graveyards of solitude strangulating the very essence
of exuberance from my soul,
I was greedy for a stupendously melodious voice;
miraculously pacifying my unfathomable terrain of
wounded nerves; with sounds of bliss and untamed
happiness….

When I sat on the doorstep of the appetizing kitchen;
a boundless ocean of salubrious scent indefatigably
titillating my famished nostrils,
I was greedy for rhapsodic morsels of insatiably
delicious food; transiting me perennially into a sky
of heavenly slumber…

When I was on the gloriously scintillating sea shores;
the incomprehensibly tangy waves teasing me every now
and again with their unrelenting festoon of
charismatic froth,
I was greedy for a heartily voracious swim; wading
across the turbulently choppy froth; into a world of
bountifully ravishing excitement….

When I was in the unfathomably dark dungeons;
tornado’s of alluring mysticism; tingling my
impoverished countenance from all sides,
I was greedy for intransigent encounters with spell
binding enigma; the hissing of the voluptuous
reptiles; catapulting me into a land above exotic
paradise…

When I was in the impeccable lap of my mother; her
sacrosanct palms dawdling away all the tensions of my
manipulatively monotonous life,
I was greedy to be an immaculate child once again;
incessantly frolicking in her compassionate warmth;
bonding with her celestial spirit for decades
immemorial…

And when I was close to your chest; the tirelessly
passionate beating of your heart; granting me the
astronomical privilege to live for an infinite more
lives,
I was greedy for love; immortally blending my breath
with your heart; mind; body and soul; to make me the
richest entity living; and even after death
perpetually alive…


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  275.     

Hair

Bald patches of earth bore olive green hair of silken
grass,
which swayed frivolously with swift currents of winter
breeze.
snow white rabbits had a furry shock of hard hair,
galloped at electric pace through winding lanes of the
valley.
lethal alligators were adorned with a bush of needle
like hair,
glided with languid energy through deep waters of the
jungle river.
the maple trees possessed wild hair projecting from
their roots,
gave birth to a cluster of sweet fruit tumbling down
with sporadic outbursts
of wind.
pure bed sheets of silk had a plethora of feeble hair,
ready to get brutally crushed at instantaneous contacts
of bulky flesh.
the disheveled body of chameleon had sprouts of razor
edged hair,
tickled masses of insects, bare walls of brick as it
clambered up with
difficulty.
long handle of broomstick had infinite hair of cheap
cane,
scraped trapped molecules of dust and loiter from
remote corners of kitchen
walls.
the sparkling surface of ocean had ravishing hair of
salt,
struck colossal portions of jagged rock with
unparalled intensity of a wild
tiger.
a bundle of crisp currency note had concealed hair of
ecstasy,
had the tumultuous power to purchase all animate
objects on mother earth.
all humans born had fragile bunches of hair emanating
from their scalp,
the same grew into islands inhabited by deceit and
lechery,
as advancing years crept, vanquishing immaculate hair
of childhood,
into traces of everlasting oblivion.


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  276.     

Hands

Hands can spin webs of magic,
some hands can sketch artistically,
some write in majestic fashion,
some can covert molten wax into jeweled statue,
some can rotate pointed spindles,
some can juggle multiple balls at a time,
some can compose exquisite poetry,
some chop living tree with axe,
some can swim through tidal currents,
some can repair dilapidated machinery,
some can create electronic toys,
some plough brown fields of undulating mud,
some distribute amenities of life,
some drive speedy race automobile,
some prepare delicious fodder for survival,
some can excavate oil from tunnels of earth,
some can stitch firmly loose fragments of cloth,
some can dance to beats of high pitched music,
some perform intricate surgery of heart,
some can play enthusing cricket,
some play masterly games of chess,
so far, so good,
but there are hands coated with blood,
stubby fingers, unshaven hair,
merciless disposition, brutal force,
waiting to dismantle all the good,
tearing apart to complete shambles,
blissful personalities from earth like mine.
these constitute what we call,
hands of MOTHER DESTINY.


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