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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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A tribute to my grandparents
THERE WAS A time when we frivolously hid behind the rocks; gallivanted on golden sands of the beach trying to catch each other,
While at the present moment we were sitting beside the fireplace; snuggling our hands deep inside the blanket.
There was a time when we experimented with umpteenth items of food in a single day; gulping each meal with gallons of inebriating beer,
While at the present moment we commenced each morning with a plethora of vitamins; relied on crushed fruit juices for nocturnal supper.
There was a time we spent marathon hours in the sweltering day clambering steep rocks; with our feet bereft of solid footwear,
While at the present moment we thoroughly leaned on our walking sticks for aplomb; were quite content to remain confined to the cozy interiors of our obsolete bedroom.
There was a time when we used to pummel each other in the ribs; violently pluck each other’s hair in intense indignation,
While at the present moment we hugged each other tightly at the slightest sign of thunder; shivered uncontrollably at hearing the word “crime”.
There was a time when we bathed under gushing white water streams; flinging our clothes at the tiniest insinuation of rain,
While at the present moment we anxiously waited for supply of fresh water; scrupulously switching on the geyser the night before we took a bath.
There was a time when we incessantly laughed; remained in boisterous spirits even during unearthly hours of dawn,
While at the present moment we appeared as taciturn as meditating saints; nostalgically reminiscing the events and days of our life.
There was a time when we used to wear a host of gaudy clothes; swirling uninhibitedly in the aisles of bombastic glamour, flaunting our fair skin as we transgressed the streets,
While at the present moment we were clad heavily in bulky coats and scarves; trying to save our flesh from the most diminutive draught of cold.
There was a time when we didn’t write addresses and phone numbers; priding ourselves in possessing the stupendous ability of remembering them,
While at the present moment we made sure we jotted down the most inconspicuous of detail; the most minuscule of information; so that we didn’t forget it the very next minute.
There was a time we could sight invisible lettering at far distances; without using any of the visual contrivances,
While at the present moment we found our eyes camouflaged behind abysmally thick glasses; and had to profusely screw our eyes in order to sight even the most magnified of images.
There was a time when we could snap obdurate sticks of sugarcane into two; with the mere caress of our formidable teeth,
While at the present moment we wore a pair of disdainful braces; thriving on boiled extracts of spongy rice.
There was a time when we deliberately put the decibel level of the music system to its highest; gyrating passionately under the shimmering moon,
While at the present moment we talked in inaudible whispers; shirking as far as possible from sources of obstreperous sound.
There was a time when we were entirely dependent on our parents; reverted to them in times of utter distress and tribulation,
While at the present moment we had grandchildren of our own; a battalion of siblings we had procreated in this vast world.
There was a time when we had just tied the matrimonial thread; with fantasies of unrelenting romance revolving turbulently through our minds,
While at the present moment we lay extremely old and shriveled; waiting to abdicate breath and blend our souls with the creator.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Happiness
Happiness is in sighting the stars that twinkle
exuberantly in the sky; profoundly illuminating the
treachery of the murderously satanic night,
Happiness is in gallivanting freely through the
meandering hills; letting the breeze from the scarlet
horizons; tickle you profusely till the ultimate spine
down your nape,
Happiness is in benevolently donating; witnessing an
invincible smile light up; on impoverished faces
submerged in a cloud of derogatory sadness,
Happiness is in bouncing ebulliently on the lap of
your sacrosanct mother; completely surrendering your
immaculate identity in her magnanimously divine swirl,
Happiness is in inundating barren mountains of canvas
with resplendent color; assimilating the mesmerizing
beauty of the planet; in astoundingly vivacious shapes
and forms,
Happiness is in inhaling the fragrance of soil and
ravishing rose; being enthralled till times beyond
eternity; as you rolled full throttle on the seductive
carpets of lush green grass,
Happiness is in whistling melodiously across the
gorgeously fathomless gorge; let the mystical volley
of exotic echoes encompass your boisterous visage from
all ends,
Happiness is in floating uninhibitedly in the placid
lakes; let the animated festoon of incredible
dolphins; leap ecstatically by your side,
Happiness is in dancing vibrantly with the impeccable
fairies; profoundly relish the marvelously pearly rays
of shimmering moon; on each cranny of your drearily
devastated skin,
Happiness is in fighting unrelentingly for the
ultimate essence of truth; disseminating its Godly
virtue to the most farthest and remotest corner of
this gigantic earth,
Happiness is in discovering an insurmountable
battalion of newness every unfurling second of the
day; bemusing the gloomy cells of your mind with
unprecedented intrigue,
Happiness is in harboring all whom you encountered in
their times of despairing distress; embracing them
equally with the candle of humanity; flaming profusely
in your soul,
Happiness is in harnessing the fruits of nature to the
most optimum limits; watching them perpetually blossom
as you traversed through the corridors of tantalizing
paradise,
Happiness is in evolving new trends with your own
blood; coining a sea of benign philosophies; which
benefit the most infinitesimal of living kind,
Happiness is in dedicating your life to the service of
the deprived; persevering as the most richest man on
this Universe; while your fellow comrades existed
under the stupendously magnificent glory of royal
Sunshine,
Happiness is in commencing each day as a fresh chapter
of life; intrepidly transcending over the miseries of
the dolorous past; filtering blissful pouches of space
to survive,
Happiness is in breathing for your cherished mission
till times immemorial; following the innermost voices
of your passionately throbbing heart; even as the
uncouth world outside lambasted you insidiously from
all sides,
Happiness is in leading life higher than the clouds;
affording the same the same to your tangible friends;
till the moment Almighty Lord wanted you to wander and
survive,
Happiness is in considering yourself to be just a
whisker of God's infinite Creation; and yet feeling
the most endowed molecule alive,
Happiness is in caring; Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness is in unity; Happiness is in beauty;
Happiness is in immortal love; most importantly true
Happiness is in the chapter called LIFE…..
©COPYRIGHT—2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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Home, Sweet Home
I might have euphorically gallivanted to the absolute
summit of the rhapsodic mountain; and handsomely
kissed the gloriously vivacious crescent of seductive
rainbow,
I might have unrelentingly waded through the
poignantly salty oceans; dancing till unsurpassable
eternity with the resplendently enamoring dolphins,
I might have timelessly philandered through the
mystically jubilant forests; rhythmically
acclimatizing my ebulliently racing pulse; with the
enigmatically tantalizing rustling of fresh leaves,
I might have fervently rolled on titillating mud;
encapsulating even the most infinitesimal arena of my
exploring demeanor; with profoundly rejuvenating
ecstasy,
But eventually at the end of the optimistic day and as
the Sun eventually transcended blissfully past the
ethereal horizons; there was nothing as
compassionately comforting; as HOME; SWEET HOME….
1…..
I might have relentlessly bathed under the gorgeously
sparkling waterfalls; wholesomely oblivious to even
the most ardent puff of breath that ecstatically
descended down my nostrils,
I might have mischievously flirted with fathomless
nubile maidens; playing games of voluptuous hide and
seek; as the thunderbolts of rain pelted torrentially
from crimson sky,
I might have embarked on the most exhilarating
expedition of my lifetime; audaciously leaping towards
the clouds; as the entrenchment of perennially silken
dawn engulfed one and all; holistically alike,
I might have disdainfully lost track of pragmatic
time; as I endlessly fantasized beyond the realms of
eternally sacrosanct paradise,
But at the end of the enlightening day and as the Sun
eventually disappeared in wholesome entirety for the
remainder of the ghastly night; there was nothing as
Omnisciently gratifying; as HOME; SWEET HOME….
2….
I might have tirelessly recounted tales of
ingratiating adventure; to the entire planet;
fulminating into a reservoir of bubbling enthusiasm as
each second unleashed into a wholesome minute,
I might have unflinchingly faced the most truculently
acrimonious of winds; towering as an apostle of
irrefutable righteousness; by the grace of Almighty
Lord,
I might have arisen like streaks of uncontrollable
lightening in the middle of the night; to
eccentrically reminisce the most marvelously majestic
moments of my diminutively impoverished existence,
I might have astoundingly evolved a boundless fountain
of creativity; on even the most indigenously
dilapidated path; that I nimbly transgressed,
But at the end of the unassailable day and as the Sun
eventually whispered a fugitive adieu to the gigantic
sky; there was nothing as philanthropically uniting;
as HOME; SWEET HOME….
3….
I might have inherently inherited an uncanny ability
of articulately using my fingers; to encompass the
colossal beauty of this wonderfully panoramic planet;
in the canvas of my immaculately tiny palms,
I might have incessantly chortled into tornadoes of
frolicking happiness; perpetually smiling even in the
most disastrously ungainly moments of penalizing
existence,
I might have tossed in a restless inferno of unending
excitement; conceiving the most spell bindingly
fantastic vibrations on this Omnipotent earth,
I might have vociferously placed my footstep on every
single cranny of this unfathomably fantastic planet;
indefatigably discovering the charisma in God’s most
sacred atmosphere; till the very last beat of my
heart; and with my minuscule little mind,
But at the end of the benign day and as the Sun
eventually paid its last tributes to regally
aristocratic brightness; there was nothing as
pricelessly humanitarian; as HOME; SWEET HOME….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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If you really felt sorry
Don’t just repeat POVERTY tirelessly and then feel
remorseful; pathetically nodding your head; as if the
most unassailable messiah of bereaved humanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then vanquish it forever from its very
non-existent roots; and from even the most
infinitesimal corner of the pompously rigid society…..
Don’t just spell POVERTY incessantly and then feel
regretful; lugubriously crossing your fingers; as if
all mercy had wholesomely disappeared from the
trajectory of this colossal planet,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then unflinchingly surge forward to scrap even
the most inconspicuous of its essence from this
fathomless Universe; philanthropically mitigate all
organism alive from its devastating stranglehold….
Don’t just visualize POVERTY indefatigably and then
feel destroyed; uncontrollably wailing like a
scarecrow umpteenth number of times in a single
minute,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then extricate it for times immemorial with the
sparkling righteousness in your soul; enveloping even
the most fugitively capricious speck of this globe
with a wave of eternally resplendent compassion….
Don’t just witness POVERTY intransigently and then
feel gruesomely assassinated; nonchalantly sniffing
your nose towards the heavens to put the entire blame
upon Lord Almighty,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then behead it for infinite more births yet to
unveil with the religion of humanity enshrouding your
conscience; ubiquitously disseminate your happiness to
all those unfortunately hapless and deprived….
Don’t just whisper POVERTY unrelentingly and then feel
like threadbare shit; abominably puking out even the
last morsel of food from your languidly churning
stomach,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then drive it away with the Omnisciently
sacrosanct shadow of truth; ingratiatingly share the
woes and overwhelming trauma of your counterparts and
alien; beautifully alike…..
Don’t just memorize the spelling of POVERTY
incorrigibly to appear for the examinations; and then
feel like an infinitesimally sinful debris of ghoulish
insanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then perpetually substitute it with benign love
and care; inundating each arena of this insurmountably
gigantic Universe with an ocean of celestially
humanitarian empathy….
Don’t just reminisce POVERTY insatiably and then feel
exonerated; collapsing like a frigid matchstick
towards obdurate ground; with your head timidly sunk
like a dastardly rat between your legs,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then patriotically blaze ahead in the truly
scintillating spirit of mankind; diffusing the melody
of symbiotic existence on every step that you
holistically transgressed…..
Don’t just cry POVERTY endlessly and then feel like
the demons rotting in coffins of crucified hell;
eventually dissolving like a chunk of soggy pulp into
your own disappearing shadow,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then hoist every uncouthly trembling entity
upon your splendidly benevolent shoulders;
Omnipotently enveloping the every trace of coldblooded
savagery with the ointment of passionate love…..
And don’t just write POVERTY timelessly and then feel
like the most hapless livid entity alive; trying to
mercilessly chop your own foot when infact there
wasn’t the slightest trace of axe around,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then replenish its penuriously castigating
grave with an unfathomable river of love; enlightening
the life of every despicably beleaguered human with
the rays of godly mankind….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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