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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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The very 1st one
Never ever 1st at emolliently fructifying artistry;
delinquently squandering countless sheets of
brilliantly bonded paper; and vibrantly ecstatic
paint,
Never ever 1st at blissfully mellifluous whistling;
preposterously bellowing like a rabid dog; instead of
diffusing into stupendously mesmerizing music,
Never ever 1st at adroitly cunning business; insanely
hobbling into mists of utter meaninglessness; at even
the very tiniest insinuation of dexterously prejudiced
manipulation,
Never ever 1st at insurmountably rapacious
titillation; bizarrely floundering to be even a
mercurial iota aroused; even as boundless tawdry
seductresses danced in gay abandon all around,
Never 1st at the inter-college competitions;
disintegrating into an infinite particles of clammy
nothingness; even before alighting a single foot on
the star studded stage,
Never ever 1st at ingeniously eclectic mimicry; not
even able to remember the cadence of my very own
voice; just an evanescent instant after I
wholeheartedly spoke,
Never ever 1st at exotically tantalizing dance;
penuriously ending up licking deliriously rotten dust
on the floor instead; as the entire world beautifully
cavorted and flirted upon the same,
Never ever 1st at fantastically enamoring magic;
clumsily erasing every bit of line from my own palm;
instead of marvelously portending the future of
countless others instead,
Never ever 1st at exuberantly adventurous
mountain-climbing; sinking an infinite feet beneath my
grave; the moment I tried to clamber up the very first
jaggedly ebullient stone,
Never ever 1st at spreading the essence of timeless
humanity; as the instant I unfurled my mouth to
lecture; indiscriminately communal racialism
mercilessly perpetuated every echelon of the
unsurpassably sensitive society,
Never ever 1st at engendering people to uninhibitedly
laugh; with the entire atmosphere breaking into oceans
of hysterical tears; the instant I tried cracking one
of my best mugged jokes,
Never ever 1st at brilliantly outclassing my
compatriots; being ruthlessly massacred into
worthlessly inane ash; even before I could dream of
venturing into intrepidly exhilarating territory,
Never ever 1st at explicit elocutions and debates;
egregiously shooing away every speck of audience
infront of me; as I disdainfully stuck on the very
first alphabet for hours immemorial,
Never ever 1st at punctiliously synchronizing my
surroundings; with the ambience around me always
resembling a gutter of squalidly abhorrent and
disgustingly rotten tomatoes,
Never ever 1st at vociferously cheering my comrades;
with even the most thunderously reverberating of my
voice miserably stuttering to reach even the chamber
of my sordid mouth; as the entire planet around me
broke into unequivocally untamed celebration,
Never ever 1st at replenishing my bones with luxury;
as even before they holistically stretched themselves
for the same; its silken caress was already gobbled in
entirety by a bunch of parasites around,
Never ever 1st at astoundingly memorizing; as
unprecedented cloudbursts of impregnable sleep
transcended over other conceivable speck in my brain;
making me yawn till even after horizons of infinite
infinity,
Never ever 1st at taking quintessentially euphoric
breath into my lungs; as I obnoxiously wavered and
quavered in the race for “ Survival of the fittest”;
wholesomely devoured by infinite organisms in near
vicinity even before I could blow a single whistle,
But the very 1st one in the boundlessly enchanting
Universe who unassailably conquered every beat of your
heart; the very 1st one on this planet who irrefutably
captured you in the swirl of immortally endless
romance; the very 1st one on this earth who took your
magnificently philanthropic signature on every
blood-dropp of mine; was I; was I; and would for
infinite more births I pray and by the grace of God;
always be I….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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366.
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The waves of immortal love
The waves of profuse tanginess; culminated into a
spray of unprecedented mischief; after clashing
against the chain of rhapsodically black rocks,
The waves of insatiable nostalgia; culminated into a
spray of vivaciously boisterous childhood; after
clashing against the voluptuously alluring rocks,
The waves of overwhelming congeniality; culminated
into a spray of blissful relationship; after clashing
against the impregnable fortress of seductively
scintillating rocks,
The waves of bizarre sadness; culminated into a spray
of inexplicable depression; after clashing against the
marvelous festoon of dynamically flamboyant rocks,
The waves of unsurpassable enigma; culminated into a
spray of incredulous mysticism shimmering
resplendently like the stars; after clashing against
the piquantly ingratiating conglomerate of rocks,
The waves of unprecedented happiness; culminated into
a spray of tantalizing joy and desire; after clashing
against the summit of the handsomely majestic rocks,
The waves of horrendous bloodshed; culminated into a
spray of deplorably extinguishing oblivion; after
clashing against the insurmountable façade of royally
sparkling rocks,
The waves of irrefutable honesty; culminated into a
spray of sacrosanct righteousness; after clashing
against the titillating mirror of unfathomably
magnetic rocks,
The waves of unrelentingly augmenting desire;
culminated into a spray of incredulously untamed
passion; after clashing against the gigantic
fountainhead of unequivocally ecstatic rocks,
The waves of satanic violence; culminated into a spray
of pathetically maimed lechery; after clashing against
the garland of astoundingly poignant rocks,
The waves of philanthropically alluring charisma;
culminated into a spray of splendidly blossoming
freshness; after clashing against the mesmerizing
silhouette of the unsurpassably everlasting rocks,
The waves of benevolent goodwill; culminated into a
spray of magnanimous mankind; after clashing against
the heart of the diamond crested rocks,
The waves of spell binding melody; culminated into a
spray of stupendously augmenting harmony; after
clashing against the periphery of the brilliantly
scarlet rocks,
The waves of maniacal frustration; culminated into a
spray of treacherously menacing suicide; after
clashing against the persona of the flamboyantly
glistening and crystalline rocks,
The waves of perpetual solitude; culminated into a
spray of bizarre devastation; trickling disastrously
down the ocean bed; after clashing against the amazing
complexion of the magically vibrant rocks,
The waves of uncouth lies; culminated into a spray of
dastardly remorse; after clashing against the
countenance of the ravishingly glittering rocks,
The waves of uninhibitedly free beauty; culminated
into a spray of enchanting enthrallment; after
clashing against the silken bed of the celestially
pacifying rocks,
The waves of ghastly death; culminated into a spray of
horrifically parasitic hell; after clashing against
the surreally dancing visage of the fragrantly exotic
rocks,
And the waves of immortal love; culminated into a
spray of inevitably precious life for centuries
immemorial; after clashing against the oligarchic
entrenchment of the magnificently Omnipotent rocks….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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367.
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There were none
There were some on the trajectory of this fathomlessly enamoring Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of treacherous hatred; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably truncated lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this inexhaustibly iridescent Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of abominably crippling discrimination; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably evanescent lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this endlessly divine Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of inexplicably penalizing illiteracy; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably fugitive lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this indefatigably fructifying Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of parasitically insouciant possessiveness; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably extinguishing lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this limitlessly enthralling Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of disdainfully decrepit loneliness; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shortened lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this brilliantly optimistic Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of cadaverously shattering egotism; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably transient lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this timelessly extemporizing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of sinfully paralyzing crime; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably destitute lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this gigantically endowing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of atrociously pulverizing sadism; at some or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably curtailed lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this eclectically vivacious Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of traumatically self-inflicted isolation; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably evaporating lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this vividly Herculean Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of robotically sacrilegious corruption; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shortened lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this bountifully burgeoning Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of ominously devastating war; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably fading lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this timelessly victorious Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of diabolically victimizing greed; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably restricted lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this interminably ameliorating Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of deliriously thwarting insomnia; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably impoverished lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this gregariously embracing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of horrendously satanic vindication; at some or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably deteriorating lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this beautifully virile Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of wantonly feckless inebriation; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably corroding lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this unceasingly emollient Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of outrageously vehement cynicism; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably extinguishing lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this unbelievably mesmerizing Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of squalidly bawdy secrets; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably abrading lifetime,
There were some on the trajectory of this incredulously acquitting Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of devilishly deplorable lies; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably laconic lifetimes,
There were some on the trajectory of this fearlessly ever-pervading Universe; who uncontrollably burnt in the fire of hedonistically massacring betrayal; at some time or the other; in the tenure of their inevitably shriveling lifetime,
But there were none on the trajectory of this Omnisciently wonderful Universe; who didn’t uncontrollably burn in the fire of immortally consecrating love; at every single stage; at every single moment; at every single breath; at every single footstep; and at all times; in the tenure of their inevitably destined lifetime….
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Thinking of tomorrow
I didn’t eat food today; as I wanted to wholesomely famish myself; to
devour
the appetizing chunks of pudding; Tomorrow,
I didn’t sleep blissfully today; as I was overwhelmingly excited to
run;
Tomorrow,
I didn’t play mischievously today; as I wanted to reserve every iota of
my
energy to passionately leap; Tomorrow,
I didn’t drink water today; as I wanted to gulp gallons of voluptuous
wine;
Tomorrow,
I didn’t bathe today; as I wanted to drown my persona in flamboyant
waves of
the salty ocean; Tomorrow,
I didn’t see any object today; as I wanted to view the mesmerizing
beauty of
dawn; Tomorrow,
I didn’t move my legs today; as I wanted to dance unrelentingly all
night;
Tomorrow,
I didn’t revolve my fingers today; as I wanted to sketch intricate
landscapes
with their towering summits in the clouds; Tomorrow,
I didn’t study one bit today; as I wanted to read through volumes of
mystical
tales; Tomorrow,
I didn’t go out today; as I wanted to uninhibitedly explore through the
wilderness; Tomorrow,
I didn’t see the time today; as I wanted to scrupulously count every
unleashing minute tomorrow,
I didn’t smell the air today; as I wanted to inundate my nostrils with
the
enchanting perfume of lotus; Tomorrow,
I didn’t speak today; as I wanted to scream hysterically for hours on
the
trot; Tomorrow,
I didn’t reside in the house today; as I wanted to live the entire
evening in
the magnificent castle; Tomorrow,
I didn’t sweat today; as I wanted to bask under sizzling rays of the
sun; let
moisture dribble profusely from all pores of my body; Tomorrow,
I didn’t sneeze today; as I wanted to thunderously blow my nostrils;
emptying
them in entirety; Tomorrow,
I didn’t smile today; as I wanted to sway in sheer rhapsody and
jubilation;
tomorrow,
I didn’t cry today; as I wanted to pour out rivers of heart breaking
emotion;
Tomorrow,
And I didn’t love today; fervently anticipating to be incarcerated in
the
immortal embrace of my dream girl; 'THINKING OF TOMORROW'.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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