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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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A full day of sunshine
A full day of sunshine provides truck loads of
dazzling light,
evaporating traces of imprisoned water with blemishes
of grey.
a full day of sunshine revitalizes dead nerves,
imparting fortified strength to frayed network of
shoulder bone.
a full day of sunshine stringently fumigates
households of moisture,
tenaciously baking slip-shod exteriors of feeble
edifices.
a full day of sunshine makes morbid waters of the
river sparkle,
instigating animate fauna to creep up uninhibited on
the translucent surface.
a full day of sunshine would decimate clusters of
venomous mosquito,
releasing scores of humans from the captive jaws of
epidemic.
a full day of sunshine provides fodder to sprawling
acres of green grass,
reinforcing their lack-luster appearance with
blossoming stalks of lotus
pink.
a full day of sunshine ensures a ravishing time at the
beach,
engulfing shriveled white patches of pale skin with
masculine streaks of tan.
a full day of sunshine is a rare commodity on jagged
peaks of the snow clad
alps,
initiating fountains of perennial happiness to pour;
from the eyes of those privileged to witness these
welcome beams of warmth.
a full day of sunshine prompts sagged clothes in
blended water to dry,
transforming its wet demeanour into crispy texture of
uncreased garment.
a full day of sunshine inspires individuals with
premonitions of art,
rendering them versatile enough to scrupulously
achieve mounting tasks.
a full day of sunshine leads to intense perspiration
dribbling down,
highlighting the optimistic effects of confronting
life.
a full day of sunshine offers respite from nail biting
cold,
a reprieve from abhorrent sins of the previous night,
filtering feckless prejudices into oblivion,
chalking out innovative plans and fresh directions in
adventurous life.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Losing my virginity
The rhapsodically untainted leaves; lost their virginity to the tantalizingly draughts of the unstoppably ecstatic and beautifully silken breeze,
The indomitably ferocious Sun; lost its virginity to the evanescent beams of the spell bindingly eclectic and enchantingly blessed dawn,
The triumphantly fertile earth; lost its virginity to the plodding of the vibrantly obstreperous and intrusively adulterated footsteps,
The unassailably glorious mountain peak; lost its virginity to the sensuous wisps of the bountifully bestowing and celestially surreal clouds,
The stupendously undulating sea; lost its virginity to the shimmering sands of the poignantly titillating and handsomely maverick shores,
The magnanimously stupefying night; lost its virginity to the jubilant streaks of the sensuously untamed and inimitably unconquerable white lightening,
The melodiously gurgling throat; lost its virginity to the poignant streams of the irrefutably transparent and seductively slippery spit,
The astoundingly intricate veins; lost their virginity to the life-yielding rivulets of the ubiquitously crimson and blessedly sacrosanct blood,
The royally sculptured palms; lost their virginity to the inexplicable lines of enigmatically eclectic and inevitably mystical destiny lines,
The profoundly fantastic hill-slopes; lost their virginity to the exultating cascade of the blissfully ameliorating and victoriously frosty waterfall,
The altruistically barren paper; lost its virginity to the coherent embellishment of the enthusiastically fulminating and literately majestic sapphire ink,
The unbelievably rubicund lips; lost their virginity to the raging inferno of unstoppably fiery and fervently royal kisses,
The amazingly silver web; lost its virginity to the surreptitiously tingling impression of the unprecedentedly fast and multifariously talented spider,
The exuberantly blossoming rose; lost its virginity to the boisterous body of the rambunctiously raconteur and incessantly chattering bumble bee,
The exhilaratingly curved road; lost its virginity to the wanton cavalcade of the indefatigably buzzing and indiscriminately marauding vehicles,
The ebulliently robust cheeks; lost their virginity to the unabashed swirl of the incongruously unruly and uninhibitedly machismo beard,
The fabulously emollient grassblades; lost their virginity to the beauteous sprinkling of the eternally burgeoning and timelessly golden dewdrops,
The indispensably ardent nostrils; lost their virginity to the unrelenting festoon of the perennially blossoming and undyingly infallible breath,
The timelessly persevering armpits; lost their virginity to the righteous fountain of unflinchingly fragrant and philanthropically egalitarian sweat,
And I; lost my virginity not just for this birth; but for an infinite more births of mine yet to unfurl; to you and no other girl but you in this entire fathomlessly benign Universe; O! pricelessly immortal beloved…
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The greatest sin
Having supremely spell binding eyes was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you were gruesomely blind; unable to see a step
further even after possessing them right since innocent childhood;
was the greatest sin,
Having robust complexioned feet was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you couldn't walk even an inch forward; had not the
slightest of capacity to run even after possessing them right since
innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having tenaciously knotted fingers projecting from the palm was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you had grave difficulty
in hoisting objects; didn't posses the most minuscule of power to
defend yourself even after possessing them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having dangling earlobes delectably cascading from the periphery of
your rubicund cheek was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that
you couldn't bear the tiniest of sound; floundered miserably to
decipher the intricacy of voice even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having a perfectly throbbing heart palpitating in marvellous
synchrony inside your chest was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you just didn't have the power to love; the virtue to
embrace other humans of your kind even after possessing it right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having dual pairs of luscious lips was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that you couldn't speak a single word; abysmally stuttered
to convey the most infinitesimal of message to your compatriots even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,
Having ravishing clusters of hair on your scalp was simply not a sin
at all; but pretending that God had kept you disdainfully bald; that
your head shivered uncontrollably in cold even after possessing them
right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having boundless lines on your glowing palm was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that your entire life was ruined; your progress
had come to an abrupt standstill even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having pompously bulging muscle in your arms was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that you were as feeble as a mosquito; couldn't
lift your very own body even after having them right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having thousands of voluptuously tantalizing eyelashes extruding from
your lids was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that your
vision was horrendously impaired because of their presence; the world
seemed to be an obfuscated blur even after possessing them right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having nails as long as the lanky mountain was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that you were unable to make the most diminutive
of indentation on soil; simply couldn't scratch the faintest even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,
Having breath as passionate as sizzling fire was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that there wasn't enough air in the atmosphere
for you to inhale; that you could suffocate to death any minute even
after possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,
Having a bucket of sweat trickling down your armpits was simply not a
sin at all; but pretending that it was more satanic than a pool of
ghastly blood; incessantly complaining of cold and clammy skin even
though you possessed it right since innocent childhood; was the
greatest sin,
Having an astonishingly spell binding memory was simply not a sin at
all; but pretending that it was your mind that killed you every
unleashing second; the brain was the cardinal culprit behind your
demise even after possessing it right since innocent childhood; was
the greatest sin,
Having scarlet rivers of blood circulating through your veins was
simply not a sin at all; but pretending that there was no life in
your nerves; not a trifle of energy left in your demeanour even after
possessing them right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having a salubrious sparkling belly was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that your digestive system was diabolically corroded; the
conglomerate of curled intestines in your stomach were strangulating
you like a festoon of ominous snakes even after possessing it right
since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having a sturdily sculptured nose extruding from your face was simply
not a sin at all; but pretending that your entire persona was
brutally mutilated; the nostrils disgustingly disrupted your flow of
harmonious breath even after possessing it right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin,
Having an insurmountably hard skull was simply not a sin at all; but
pretending that it was the main cause for transforming all your
philanthropic thoughts to as hard as incorrigible stone even after
possessing it right since innocent childhood; was the greatest sin,
And having an enchantingly blossoming life was simply not a sin at
all; but leading it listlessly; trudging your way through just for
the heck of it without basking in the stupendous glory of the
resplendent moonlight even after possessing it right since innocent
childhood; was the greatest sin...
©COPYRIGHT—2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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Tsunami-The wave of death, death and only inconsolable death
It gobbled even the most infinitesimal trace of their unfettered triumph; decimating countless innocent in its swirl of truculently unrelenting terror,
It gobbled even the most tiniest trace of their astoundingly eclectic sensitivity; ruthlessly rendering boundless orphaned and to unceasingly beg at the mortuaries of asphyxiating death,
It gobbled even the most diminutive trace of their timeless impressions; indiscriminately annihilating every tangible and intangible form of their majestic ancestral heritage,
It gobbled even the most ethereal trace of their euphorically unbridled fantasy; brutally metamorphosing every conceivable instant of their lifetime into a cadaverously unforgivable nightmare,
It gobbled even the most transient trace of their pristinely divine virility; leaving innumerable humanity and living kind; lividly impotent and deplorably divested of the exuberant elixir to lead symbiotic life,
It gobbled even the most evanescent trace of their bountifully vibrant belonging; ghastily transforming every of their inimitably prized possession into a graveyard of inanely obsolete nothingness,
It gobbled even the most ephemeral trace of their perennially fructifying desire; murderously crippling them for an infinite more lifetimes; with solely the prisons of unfathomable devastation,
It gobbled even the most mercurial trace of their blissfully synergistic kin; inexhaustibly terminating every source of their cherished memory and the seeds of their compassionate love,
It gobbled even the most fugitive trace of their ingeniously burgeoning creativity; posing nothing else but a lifelessly diabolical wall of inexplicable misery for the remainder of their destined lifetime,
It gobbled even the most disappearing trace of their blessedly proliferating humanity; triggering an uncontrollably delirious feeling of vindication in their souls; towards the Creator for tyrannically snatching them away from their beloved kin,
It gobbled even the most feckless trace of their quintessentially emollient livelihood; permeating an irrevocable phobia in them of wholesomely discarding the things they so fervently loved; just a few seconds ago,
It gobbled even the most insipid trace of their optimistically jubilant hope; sealing every perceivable moment of their truncated destiny; with the skeletons of disastrously unending hopelessness,
It gobbled even the most fleeting trace of their enchantingly panoramic civilization; giving an altogether sinister new look; to the map of their once unflinchingly venerated motherland,
It gobbled even the most vanishing trace of their eternally righteous customs; beliefs; religions; ideals; introducing them to nothing else but an irretrievably crucifying religion of cannibalistic blood,
It gobbled even the most parsimonious trace of their invincible brotherhood and peace; rendering fathomless kilometers of their holistic land with the devilish stench of unstoppably victimizing epidemic,
It gobbled even the most inconspicuous trace of their altruistically blossoming humanity; with countless impeccable children trampling one over another; frenetically trying to identify their parents from the dead,
It gobbled even the most vacillating trace of their hunger to survive; with even the most tantalizingly royal morsels of food and currency seeming more dilapidated than the worst of lame stones; infront of their friends and beloved hedonistically killed and dead,
It gobbled even the most oblivious trace of their immortally infallible love; leaving them with a heart; vein and nostril indeed; but sinfully without the tiniest iota of beat; blood and Omnipotent breath,
It gobbled even the most obfuscated trace of their inimitably priceless identity; unsparingly demolishing limitless trajectories of their land within lightening seconds of time; burying them an infinite feet beneath their graves; before they had even time to utter their last wish or sigh,
The “Tsumani” was indeed the most ominously devastating wave that mankind had ever witnessed or ever could conceive; and although it was Nature’s untamed fury as its very uninhibited best; it spelt; demonstrated; waved and spoke death; death and just the most haplessly aggrieved form of inconsolably endless death….
©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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