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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Happening everywhere
Intriguingly great ideas usually might happen in the
bathroom; with the tranquilly expurgating experience;
triggering the very best of the boundless human brain,
Exotically enigmatic mysteries usually might happen
in the forests; with the unfathomably resplendent
camouflage; casting a spell of unconquerable
excitement upon the dolorous atmosphere,
Unbelievably handsome fantasies usually might happen
on the mountaintops; with the panoramically vivacious
cistern of clouds; surreally enchanting one and all in
their majestic canopy,
Tantalizingly evoking scents usually might happen in
the kitchen; with the scrumptiously sizzling
delicacies; enticing even the most inconspicuous bud
of the robust tongue,
Spectacularly effulgent radiations usually might
happen in the garden; with the festoon of
magnificently redolent roses; swaying to the
unassailably princely tunes of the exotic wind,
Eternally sensuous echoes usually might happen in the
gorge; with the insurmountably mystical well of
blackness; dancing in fascinatingly reverberating
claps of euphoric thunder,
Vibrantly exuberant palpitations usually might happen
in the trees; with the serenely drifting leaves;
whistling like a newborn child to enlighten the fabric
of the insipidly withering night,
Magically enthusing mantras usually might happen in
caves; with the glorious carpet of enthralling
darkness; perpetuating a civilization of profound
reverence till times immemorial,
Uninhibitedly tangy mischief usually might happen in
the sea; with the insuperably undulating waves;
fulminating into a cloudburst of unequivocally untamed
exhilaration,
Uncannily ebullient brazenness usually might happen on
the rocks; with the pristinely naked thunderclaps of
breeze; handsomely annihilating even the most
mercurial of traumatized apprehension; forever and
ever and ever,
Indomitably unflinching patriotism usually might
happen on the battlefield; with an irrevocable
entrenchment of blistering bravery; engulfing even the
most indolently useless in its insatiable swirl,
Beautifully pearly sedation usually might happen in
the night; with its ubiquitously moonlit milkiness;
graciously blessing every compassionate being for
infinite more births yet to unveil,
Exorbitantly unlimited style usually might happen on
the catwalk; with an incomprehensible array of
lascivious models; imperially portraying the most
skimpiest of scintillating trends,
Unshakably timeless evolution usually might happen in
the mothers womb; with her limitless rivulets of
inimitable nourishment and care; invincibly harnessing
even the most diminutive elements of freshly born
life,
Loquaciously unrelenting garrulousness usually might
happen in the beehive; with intransigent swarms of
busy bees; ecstatically humming their way through
cocoons of wonderful life and honey,
Impeccably celestial unison usually might happen on
the meadows; with exotic hordes of symbiotically
harmonious cattle; disseminating the essence of
mesmerizing solidarity and peace,
Intricately scrupulous meticulousness usually might
happen on the clock tower; with the robotically
synchronized needles unstoppably surging forward; to
tirelessly unravel the most accurate unfurling of
time,
Brilliantly optimistic hope usually might happen on
the Sun; with the Omnipotently dazzling rays;
decimating even the most parsimoniously ethereal
devil; from its very insidiously ghastly roots,
Passionately alluring flirtation usually might happen
in the eyes; with the clandestinely winking eyelashes;
paving open a fathomless township of surreptitious
activity; for the feckless Casanova,
But immortally Omniscient love; undefeatedly happens
everywhere; with its perpetually blessing wings of
compassionate godliness; caressing every
humanitarianly throbbing heart on this everlasting
Universe; throughout every unleashing second of gifted
life; and even after the mortuaries of veritable
death
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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278.
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Human Emotions
I SWOONED, COLLAPSING on the ground like a pack of
plastic cards,
after viewing ghastly images of Dracula on the silver
screen.
I burst into fits of laughter, somersaulted wildly with
my intestines aching,
as the talented comedian coated his face with slimy
egg yolk.
I sobbed in unrelenting hysteria when one of kin
left for heavenly abode,
envisaged the dismal life to be led, bereft of his
captivating presence.
I contorted my face in creases of unbearable agony,
as an army of red ant stung supple arenas of my skin.
I danced tenaciously with mounting spurts of
exuberance,
after clearing rigorous impediments of the final
examination.
I uttered syllables at unprecedented speeds,
with my tongue swishing against dark cavities of
teeth,
when quizzed by the police for my catalogue of
misdeeds.
I rapidly exhaled trapped air in my lungs,
as I clambered up the terrain in a bid to reach the
ultimate pinnacle.
I blushed an austere amount of scarlet crimson,
when caught red handed stealing warm blood apples from
the tree.
I riveted my gaze towards amber streaks of the distant
horizon,
stared in mute silence as the sun finally sank behind
towering peaks of the
mountain.
I slept in a tranquil bliss spinning romantic webs in
dreamy sedation,
after assiduous amounts of labor executed in the
steaming sun.
I felt relieved of Herculean strings laden with
tension,
after gliding through Luke warm waters of the
sparkling pool.
I felt uncensored avenues of my heart throb at
rollicking pace,
as the person i desired waded slowly past my groping
vision.
I felt thoroughly gratified with existing vagaries of
life,
if I was fed with abundant morsels of food in the day,
impregnated with gallons of mineral water divested of
bacteria,
given a mattress of pure spongy grass to sleep,
admiring the exotic pattern of stars all throughout
the vigils of sultry
night
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(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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279.
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Humanity and Happiness
Bring life to your devastatingly chapped and gloomy
lips; with a gorgeous ocean of profusely amicable
smiles,
Bring life to your dolorously isolated and groping
eyes; with a poignant river of boundlessly emphatic
beauty,
Bring life to your pathetically dried and shriveled
veins; with a vivacious sky of piquantly crimson
blood,
Bring life to your ludicrously staggering and maimed
brain; with perennial rivers of seductively
mesmerizing fantasy,
Bring life to your horrendously famished and dithering
stomach; with exquisite cuisines of ravishingly
exotic food,
Bring life to your ruthlessly jaded and orphaned
palms; with a vivid fountain of magically inexplicable
destiny lines,
Bring life to your pathetically dwindling and
despondent ears; with an endless forest of mystically
resplendent sounds,
Bring life to your treacherously lambasted and
tyrannized cheeks; with untamed fireballs of
ecstatically dancing exuberance,
Bring life to your insipidly malignant and termite
ridden hair; with a marvelous waterfall of blissful
sandalwood paste,
Bring life to your languidly incoherent and sleepy
fingers; with a scintillating rainbow of magnificently
royal pearl rings,
Bring life to your incorrigibly dumb and insidiously
slimy tongue; with a torrentially uninhibited
whirlpool of fabulously silken voice,
Bring life to your savagely fluttering and
extinguishing shadow; with a fascinating tornado of
bountifully spell binding enchantment,
Bring life to your rustically bohemian and perilously
stagnating feet; with the timelessly majestic pathways
of eternally bequeathing artistry,
Bring life to your horrifically sagging and irately
dysfunctional eyelids; with an unfathomable mountain
of impeccably flirtatious winks,
Bring life to your icily stoned and turgidly abhorrent
neck; with an acrobatically ebullient island of
incessantly drifting movement,
Bring life to your murderously crippled and sardonic
imagery; with an insatiable paradise of exuberantly
frolicking angels,
Bring life to your monotonously manipulative and
blatantly lying conscience; with the Omnipotent light
of irrefutably sacrosanct humanity,
Bring life to your despicably withering and
tumultuously tortured nostrils; with the Omniscient
panache of voluptuously divine breath,
Bring life to your lecherously betrayed and shattered
heart; with the one and only religion of unsurpassably
immortal love,
And bring life to your satanically broken and
commercially convoluted life; with the everlasting
tonic of unassailable humanity and happiness
ฉฎcopyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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I needed to die
So that you could sleep blissfully all night; languish in the aisles of
desire
with an enchanting yawn engulfing your face,
I needed to wake up with my eyes incorrigibly open; fighting valiantly
against
the most inconspicuous of evil hovering around.
So that you could eat appetizing food; masticate ravishing chunks of
poignant
butter with stupendous relish,
I needed to sustain life on bland slices of bread and water; remain
famished
with a large bandanna stringently encapsulating my stomach.
So that you could bathe in crystalline water dribbling from the alps;
apply
the most bombastic of shampoo on your dainty skin,
I needed to be content rolling in a slush of dirty rain water; remained
unwashed on the trot; sometimes for days.
So that you could fly kites high and princely in the sky; tugging the
strings
ecstatically with your petite hands,
I needed to run helter-skelter in vicinity; trying to capsize all the
broken
ones entangled on trees; for you to continue your extravaganza.
So that you could play in a cool ambience of air-conditioner; caress
soft toys
and view astounding cartoons,
I needed to traverse through the blistering deserts; bear the brunt of
disdainful sands right on my face.
So that you could wear the best of clothes; embellish you entire flesh
with
beads of glittering gold,
I needed to gallivant naked in the freezing cold; bereft of a single
cloth on
my body.
So that you could watch exhilarating pictures; inundate your ears with
enigmatic tunes,
I needed to tear every hair from my scalp; in evolving innovative ideas
for
you to view.
So that you could laugh wholeheartedly; smile with passionate charisma
all
round the clock,
I needed to slog it out against the uncouth world; shed tears of
scarlet blood
in my unrelenting battle to win.
So that you could talk loquaciously; flamboyantly announce your
presence in
bustling crowds,
I needed to inevitably keep myself subdued; stay completely lackluster
and
dumb in public.
So that you could fantasize incessantly; day-dream rampantly about all
the
wonderful lurking in this mystical world,
I needed to exist in pragmatic reality; transgress through a valley of
rusted
thorns; for you to romanticize in the corridor of pleasure.
And So that you could live life like a princess; rule the entire
universe with
the power of your wealth,
I needed to abdicate breath instantaneously; to metamorphose all your
dreams
into perpetual reality; O! yes I NEEDED TO DIE.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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