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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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The perfect male attire
Gloves of sensuality; to caress the skin with
unprecedented relish; send shivers of untamed
exhilaration down the spine,
Shoes of invincible victory; marching on the remotest
of land; waving the flag of triumph in flamboyant
spurts of fervor,
A tie blended with flirtatious mischief; used to
blindfold the eyes in wholesome entirety,
A watch of incessant speed; ticking indefatigably
round the clock; in wee hours of the midnight; as well
as in the peak of the brilliantly sunlit day,
A shirt of stupendously woven designs; ruffled
majestically at the collar; to captivate the attention
of every ravishingly wandering damsel,
A necklace of daintily scintillating pearls; extracted
freshly from the oyster; drowning every entity in the
ocean of its profoundly pearly shine,
A pair of astoundingly stitched socks; imparting
compassionate warmth to the feet; enticing every eye
towards the petite leg,
A tantalizing shade of mystical mascara; conjuring
every breathing soul around with the magic in its
enigmatic charm,
A trouser of pure jute; with mesmerizing rings of
denim and golden buttons to engulf the sensuous belly,
Rings of holistic diamond shimmering in tandem on the
finger; painstakingly luring every fairy in the
unfathomable resplendence of its shine,
A perfume of exotic sandalwood shrub; wafting a
supremely seductive aura from the perspiring armpits,
An oil that glistens even under placid rays of the
moon; radiates boisterously in pugnacious daylight,
A belt studded profusely with delectable biscuits of
opalescent silver; granting the visage a terrifically
marvelous shape, keeping the entire demeanor in
perfectly synchronized condition,
Sunglasses embodied with vivid fossil shells;
engendering females to gasp in open mouthed
consternation; metamorphosing the acerbic color of
polluted air into enchanting green,
An oligarchic coat embellished with royally sculptured
beads; standing out incredulously amongst the group
the wild gypsies,
A fountain of redolent rose powder; lingering
voluptuously on the robust cheeks; flooding the nose
with a poignantly tangy freshness,
An overwhelmingly spiffy hairstyle; and each follicle
of the scalp impregnated with rudimentary grass root
oil,
Ornamental cufflinks to bond the sleeves; sometimes an
alluring tool for visitors to sight their own
reflection; admire themselves till timeless eternity,
A grandiloquent pen fitted dexterously to the waist
coat pocket; a symbol of unprecedented sophistication;
and signing a plethora of autographs on every lady's
hands,
Was all that I required to dress in from head to
inconspicuous toe; encompass my body in the most
fascinating clothing that I could ever dream off or
intransigently perceive; infact what I would like to
term succinctly as THE PERFECT MALE ATTIRE
©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESEVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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The perfect temperature
When I stepped on the tranquil surface of opalescent
moon,
The temperature that engulfed me was up to levels of
sustainable endurance;
though I felt a trifle uneasy.
When I trespassed through the territory of blistering
sun,
The temperature was astronomical degrees above
boiling; transforming my supple
flesh into briquettes of charred ash.
When I walked through densely sprawled meadows of the
wild forest,
The temperature that encompassed my silhouette; was
stringently fluctuating;
with the perilous night air stabbing my chest.
When I tread on the snow clad summit of the jagged
mountain range,
The temperature prevalent dipped abysmally below
freezing; instantly
solidifying volatile blood in my veins.
When I plummeted marathon feet under the surface of
sky blue sea,
The temperature I encountered was disdainfully cold;
and I felt imprisoned;
draped in a jugglery of water jacket blended with my
facial mask of
transparent glass.
When I ambled languidly through the scorching soil of
the vast desert,
The temperature that existed was abnormally erratic;
with hot winds piercing
me in the day; and equally cold air strangulating my
breath at night.
When I audaciously entered the cock pit of an
aircraft,
The temperature inside was tailored to ergonomic
degrees of comfort; with the
pilot emanating hostile stare towards my demeanor.
When I ran at rollicking speeds through an island of
molten lava,
The temperature in vicinity was like sizzling cakes of
overburnt stone;
chapping the dainty soles of my feet in entirety.
When I rolled ecstatically on infinite blades of
grass; laden with a fresh
cover of glistening dewdrops,
The temperature that radiated; sent shivers down my
spine; being a bit too
exaggerated for amicable comfort.
And eventually when I embraced her body in my arms;
with a vise like grip,
The temperature this time; was splendidly perfect;
incarcerating
the two of us in bondage of perennial love.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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359.
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The power of my mother's milk
I might have consumed just an infinitesimal pint of
it when I was an impeccably oblivious infant; hardly
acclimatizing my taste buds with its eternal
fragrance,
I might have consumed just a diminutive fraction of
it when I was an innocuously inarticulate infant;
hardly allowing it to blend with my freshly formed
streams of crimson blood,
I might have consumed just a mercurial sip of it when
I was a pristinely princely infant; hardly allowing
its Omnipotently heavenly goodness to settle in the
corners of my discovering mouth,
I might have consumed just a parsimonious rivulet of
it when I was an incongruously disheveled infant;
hardly letting its miraculously insuperable
iridescence pacify my remorsefully traumatized thirst,
I might have consumed just an evanescent pinch of it
when I was an incoherently unruly infant; hardly
absorbing its everlastingly mesmerizing goodness in
the corners of my miserably asphyxiating throat,
I might have consumed just an ethereal speck of it
when I was an inconspicuously measly infant; hardly
feasting on its impregnably heavenly aura; to my tiny
hearts content,
I might have consumed just a fleeting bead of it when
I was a fretfully wailing infant; hardly savoring its
astronomical majesty with my crusts of minutely formed
fresh teeth,
I might have consumed just a fugitive stream of it
when I was a incessantly screeching infant; hardly
realizing the spirit of Omnipresently egalitarian
humanity; handsomely embedded in it,
I might have consumed just a disappearing mist of it
when I was an incoherently feckless infant; hardly
aware of its invincibly healing touch; as I all I did
was sleep all day and moonless night,
I might have consumed just an insipid globule of it
when I was an indefatigably crying infant; hardly
gulping it even a trifle of it properly down my
teeny-weeny throat,
I might have consumed just a transient molehill of it
when I was an ungainly staring infant; hardly bothered
about its unconquerable nutritional value; as all that
mattered to me was my toy cradle; toys and sleep,
I might have consumed just an ephemeral amount of it
when I was an illiterately uncivilized infant; hardly
envisaging the perennial armor of unflinching
tenaciousness that it would enshroud me with; once it
coalesced perfectly with my blood,
I might have consumed just a non-existent pinch of it
when I was a ludicrously squealing infant; hardly
comprehending the Omnipotent compassion behind its
dribbling towards my toddler lips,
I might have consumed just an invisible follicle of it
when I was a preposterously unsuspecting infant;
hardly placating the disastrously emaciated bowels of
my tiny stomach with its gloriously godly flavor,
I might have consumed just a minuscule shadow of it
when I was a discordantly groaning infant; hardly
allowing its Omnipresent charisma to percolate through
my severely teething gums,
I might have consumed just a trailing gulp of it when
I was a frantically searching infant; hardly feeling
its regally marvelous goodness; enriching every pore
of my newborn slimly skin,
I might have consumed just a vanishing potion of it
when I was a haughtily pampered infant; hardly
imbibing its timelessly blossoming resplendence; as I
uncontrollably kicked every conceivable object in
vicinity; with my miniature feet,
I might have consumed just a passing cascade of it
when I was a quietly snoring infant; hardly having the
sense to appreciate its magically formidable and
euphorically endless tenacity,
O! Yes, I might have consumed just a fleeting fraction
of it when I was an incoherently trembling infant;
hardly feeling it as it timelessly blessed every
aspect of my existence; for infinite births more of
mine,
But just that diminutive droplet of it; just that
unnoticeable speck of it which I had unknowingly
consumed; was enough for me to metamorphose the
complexion of this estranged earth once again into a
paradise; was enough for me to tower like the inferno
of inimitably blazing truth for times immemorial; was
enough for me to altruistically live and let live for
a countless more heavenly lifetimes,
Such pricelessly immortal was the indomitable power of
my; ETERNAL MOTHERS MILK
.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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The rainbow of love
It was as ravishing; as the black bear trampling
indiscreetly through the
dense foliage of the jungle,
Humming incoherent tunes in a poignantly husky; while
in its quest for
concealed prey.
It was as scintillating; as the crystal blue patches
of the pellucid sky,
Which basked in overwhelming joy; when caressed by
stringent rays of the
magnificent sun.
It was as fertile; as the lush green tendrils of
spongy grass,
Which spread like wild fire in pelting showers of
rain; danced vibrantly to
tunes of music and air.
It was as voluptuous; as the ornately embellished pink
petals of lotus,
Blossoming perennially when their counterparts died;
impregnating venomous
beetles in their womb.
It was as opulent; as the yellow biscuits of pure
gold,
Which retained their color even at unfathomable depths
beneath soil; could
purchase all the tangible existing on earth.
It was as immaculate; as white pearls incarcerated in
oyster shells,
Embedded since centuries immemorial in the sea; having
the mystical prowess of
producing a sparkle in the eye.
It was as invincible; as the colossal grey silhouette
of the tropical
elephant,
Decimating strong trees with its mighty trunk;
pulverizing small bush and ant
with its iron feet.
It was as boisterous; as the flaming red sun in the
firmament of gargantuan
sky,
Fumigating disease on earth with its acerbic rays;
imparting reprieve from
darkness to those in tribulation..
It was as flexible; as the euphoric wings of violet
butterfly,
Perching handsomely on solitary corners in the night;
flying as nimbly as an
aircraft all day.
It had incorporated in itself; minuscule tinges of all
existing color,
And It didnt fade a bit with the unveiling of time;
instead fortified to
mammoth proportions as life progressed,
O! yes, the rainbow of love was the most mesmerizing
thing to blend with; till
the time we blissfully lived.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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