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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Time
The more you tried to stringently control it; the more
it rampantly slipped away from your invincible grasp,
The more you tried to irrevocably stop it; the more it
uncontrollably sped past the corridors of unceasingly
unfathomable infinite infinity,
The more you tried to chauvinistically govern it; the
more it inevitably took an insuperable grip upon even
the most inconspicuous element of your destiny,
The more you tried to irretrievably compress it; the
more it rebounded back towards the aisles of boundless
eternity; forever and ever and ever,
The more you tried to truculently asphyxiate it; the
more it uninhibitedly gallivanted like a majestic
lion; for whom sky was the only veritable limit,
The more you tried to transcend beyond it; the more it
left you a billion kilometers lagging behind; the
instant you dared alight your nimble foot,
The more you tried to invidiously poison it; the more
it sprouted afresh in a countless rejuvenatingly new
forms; from a countless directions which you could
never ever perceive,
The more you tried to chauvinistically incarcerate it;
the more it unequivocally flew in the skies of
unparalleled freedom; for centuries and moments
immemorial,
The more you tried to torturously tie it; the more
euphorically it leapt towards the paradise of
Omnipotently silken freedom; magnificently attuning
all humanity to the pragmatic essence of blissful
existence,
The more you tried to bury it fathomless feet in the
graveyards of hell; the more it profoundly perpetuated
its insuperable grip upon every echelon of blessed
living kind,
The more you tried to hedonistically distort it; the
more it evolved into its unbelievably redolent grace;
with the heavens of unassailable truth written all
over it,
The more you tried to abhorrently erase it; the more
it unflinchingly burgeoned; into a fountain of
invincibly redolent sagaciousness,
The more you tried to uncouthly repel it; the more it
intractably embedded itself to every quintessentially
happening aspect of your vibrant life,
The more you tried to make it derogatorily sedentary;
the more it tirelessly ticked; not resting even an
ethereal instant even after every organism on this
earth had wholesomely extinguished,
The more you tried to satanically bribe it; the more
it unstoppably blazed into an unprecedented gorge of
patriotic truth and triumphant selflessness,
The more you tried to salaciously recycle it; the more
it iridescently blossomed into unending newness; for
moments beyond an infinite more births yet to unveil,
The more you tried to dastardly retract it; the more
it jubilantly galloped towards the chapters of
victoriously enchanting proliferation; eternally
continuing God’s enthrallingly wonderful creation,
The more you tried to cold-bloodedly murder it; the
more it spawned into bounteously everlasting
prosperity; enlightening every organism alive with the
magic of spell binding optimism,
The more you tried to lethally silence it; the more it
boisterously permeated the true spirit of endlessly
God-gifted existence; to continents fathomlessly
diversified; far and wide,
O! Yes and try as hard as you could; you simply
wouldn’t be able control it; you simply wouldn’t able
to stop it till the time you breathe and even after;
for that’s how it has forever been; that’s how it is
and by the grace of God shall forever be; O! Yes
believe it or not; but that for you is royally
unconquerable TIME…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Time after Time. Each time. Everytime.
It really didn’t matter to me even an infinitesimal trifle; if there wasn’t the most optimistically Omnipotent of Sun outside my door; to timelessly consecrate every unfinished desire of mine; to the hilt of infinite infinity,
It really didn’t matter to me even an inconspicuous trifle; if there wasn’t the most vivaciously fathomless Sea outside my door; to unbelievably tantalize even the most evanescent cranny of my skin for an infinite more of my destined lifetimes,
It really didn’t matter to me even an obfuscated trifle; if there weren’t the most eternally invincible Mountains outside my door; to compassionately sequester every disastrously shuddering bone of my body; as diabolical hell torrentially rained down on earth,
It really didn’t matter to me even a cloistered trifle; if there weren’t the most enigmatically inebriating Forests outside my door; to perennially perpetuate the fragrance of symbiotic existence in every of my haplessly dying breath,
It really didn’t matter to me even a fugitive trifle; if there wasn’t the most resplendently bountiful Waterfall outside my door; to inexhaustibly reinvigorate my sinfully deteriorating desire to survive,
It really didn’t matter to me even an ethereal trifle; if there weren’t the most sensuously crimson Clouds outside my door; to unabashedly catapult me into the most ebulliently triumphant realms of paradise,
It really didn’t matter to me even a fleeting trifle; if there wasn’t the most unassailably ever-pervading Sky outside my door; to engender me to discover the ultimate horizons of my impoverished existence,
It really didn’t matter to me even an oblivious trifle; if there wasn’t the most mellifluously enchanting Sound outside my door; to unceasingly enshroud every dormitory of my frazzled life with victoriously untamed delight,
It really didn’t matter to me even a mercurial trifle; if there wasn’t the most seductively tranquil Shadow outside my door; to indefatigably cajole me into the wisps of celestially fructifying sleep,
It really didn’t matter to me even a disappearing trifle; if there wasn’t the most bounteously virile Woman outside my door; to tirelessly prompt me to explore every rhapsodically emollient intricacy of my potent manhood,
It really didn’t matter to me even a forlorn trifle; if there wasn’t the most wonderfully vibrant Meadow outside my door; to invite me back into the cradle of my amazingly impeccable and uninhibited childhood,
It really didn’t matter to me even a transient trifle; if there weren’t the most iridescently innocuous Stars outside my door; to unshakably enlighten the complexion of my every drearily asphyxiating and treacherous night,
It really didn’t matter to me even a dilapidated trifle; if there wasn’t the most impregnably Heavenly Moon outside my door; to steer me through every acrimonious hurdle of my life; with the ease of a newly born silken prince,
It really didn’t matter to me even a fleeting trifle; if there wasn’t the most astoundingly ameliorating magicians outside my door; to liberate me of even the most ghastliest of my tribulations; transform the monotonously dull space around me; into paradise divine,
It really didn’t matter to me even a feckless trifle; if there weren’t the most indomitably learned philosophers/saints outside my door; to endlessly soliloquize to me the ideologies of effulgent truth; love and beauty in the chapters of my vividly enthralling life,
It really didn’t matter to me even a teeny trifle; if there wasn’t the most glittering caverns of pure Gold outside my door; to forever ensure that the definitions of maliciously pulverizing poverty stayed an infinite kilometers away from my diminutively robust form,
It really didn’t matter to me even an indescribable trifle; if there wasn’t the most mischievously jubilant flirtation outside my door; to make me feel eternally young and fantastically virile; although I stood on the absolute brink of inevitable death,
It really didn’t matter to me even an insouciant trifle; if there wasn’t the most Omnisciently everlasting breath outside my door; to bestow upon me the prowess to holistically survive for a countless more blessed lifetimes,
If only; whenever I did open the door of my passionately throbbing heart; whenever I did open the door of my ecstatically emancipating soul; whenever I did open the door of my euphorically searching eyes; whenever I did open the door of my amiably unfettered dwelling; there was you and none else but you O! Heavenly Beloved to take me in your mesmerizing arms and immortally bond with the beats of my life; again and again and again; time after time after time; each time; everytime…
©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Today-the most cursed day
Ordinarily the soles of my feet didn’t bleed an
infinitesimal trifle; even as I traversed over a
blanket of a billion acrimoniously venomous thorns,
But today; the 3rd of April; they just disdainfully
crumbled an infinite feet beneath soil; as the sound
of your invincibly triumphant and gloriously
impeccable footsteps; had disappeared forever from the
horizons of my veritable sight…
Ordinarily the hair on my skin didn’t relent an
inconspicuous iota; even as the most diabolical of
dinosaurs and war; indiscriminately paraded around my
persona,
But today; the 3rd of April; they just shriveled into
pathetic oblivion at the tiniest insinuation of
flaccid wind; as your uninhibitedly untamed valley of
sensuousness; had disappeared forever from the
horizons of my veritable sight…
Ordinarily the blood in my veins didn’t quaver an
evanescent bit; even as the most unsparingly
hedonistic apocalypses of the devil perpetuated into
my soul,
But today; the 3rd of April; it just metamorphosed
into a grotesquely frigid white; as your brilliantly
unhindered compassion; had disappeared forever from
the horizons of my veritable sight…
Ordinarily the hollows of my ears didn’t flutter an
ethereal inch; even as unbelievably thunderous roars
of vindictive lightening; flashed left; right and
center from the belly of the murderously ballistic
sky,
But today; the 3rd of April; they just miserably
withered to each of my commands; as your inimitably
divinely and beautifully unparalleled voice; had
disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable
sight…
Ordinarily the bones of my demeanor didn’t rattle an
infidel centimeter; even as the coffins of inevitable
death scurrilously slandered at me a countless times,
But today; the 3rd of April; they just dissolved into
fecklessly meaningless pulp at the sound of my very
own voice; as your Omnipotently everlasting tenacity;
had disappeared forever from the horizons of my
veritable sight…
Ordinarily the whites and blacks of my eye didn’t
wince a mercurial fraction; even as the belligerently
intolerable rays of the afternoon Sun unceasingly
pierced inside from all quarters,
But today; the 3rd of April; they just wholesomely
blinded to the faintest of my reflection; as the
miraculously mitigating contours of your face; had
disappeared forever from the horizons of my veritable
sight….
Ordinarily the cadence of my voice didn’t tremble a
diminutive whisker; even as there was nothing else but
iconoclastically satanic vultures plucking mouthfuls
of my flesh; with gay abandon all throughout the
night,
But today; the 3rd of April; it just transformed into
a cadaverously stony silence; as the Omnipresent smile
of your magical lips; had disappeared forever from the
horizons of my veritable sight…
Ordinarily the spirit of my conscience didn’t stagger
a minuscule hairline; even as the entire planet beside
me embraced manipulative prejudice; to catapult to the
pinnacle of spuriously lackadaisical success,
But today; the 3rd of April; it just dissipated into a
zillion pieces of nothingness even before it could be
caressed; as your trail of perennially blessing
righteousness had disappeared forever from the
horizons of my veritable sight…
Ordinarily the beats of my heart didn’t betray a
parsimonious speck; even as egregiously perverted
treachery had become everyone’s morning cup of tea,
But today; the 3rd of April; they converted entirely
into lifelessly delinquent stone although torrential
rainshowers of love pelted all across; as your
charismatically immortal shadow had disappeared
forever from the horizons of my veritable sight…
And ordinarily the air of my nostrils didn’t stutter
an abstemious ounce; even as the mortuaries of hell
personally descended to incarcerate me into doldrums
of inane nothingness,
But today; the 3rd of April; it evaporated a countless
kilometers beyond the land of decaying oblivion;
although I was impregnated with robust blood; body and
bone; as your pristinely unimpeachable and
Unconquerably mellifluous spirit; had disappeared
forever from the horizons of my veritable sight..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Towards the heartbeat of Omnipotent Life….
There were an infinite violently unstoppable winds; which so demonically lead you; forever towards the wind of ghastily stabbing and hedonistically sadistic death,
There were an infinite menacingly stormy seas; which so unsparingly lead you; forever towards the seas of devastatingly asphyxiating and cold-bloodedly butchering death,
There were an infinite despairingly acrid deserts; which so aridly lead you; forever towards the deserts of uncouthly barbarous and horridly irrevocable death,
There were an infinite ghoulishly wailing spirits; which so deplorably lead you; forever towards the spirits of waywardly wastrel and salaciously maiming death,
There were an infinite torridly simmering droughts; which so heartlessly lead you; forever towards the drought of parsimoniously febrile and peevishly disoriented death,
There were an infinite belligerently blood-stained thorns; which so mercilessly lead you; forever towards the thorns of diabolically stinging and indescribably venomous death,
There were an infinite sadistically perverted leeches; which so cannibalistically lead you; forever towards the leeches of unbelievably maniacal and torturously morbid death,
There were an infinite misanthropically surreptitious marshes; which so abjectly lead you; forever towards the marshes of inconsolably fetid and vindictively pugnacious death,
There were an infinite anomalously ballistic shards; which so cruelly lead you; forever towards the shards of disdainfully livid and unceremoniously ominous death,
There were an infinite fecklessly prejudiced battlefields; which so emotionlessly lead you; forever towards the battlefields of sordidly crumbling and disastrously silencing death,
There were an infinite worthlessly obsessive manias; which so wretchedly lead you; forever towards the manias of cadaverously decrepit and dolefully naked death,
There were an infinite lethally gobbling earthquakes; which so satanically lead you; forever towards the earthquakes of hideously cantankerous and brutally squelching death,
There were an infinite criminally salacious screams; which so murderously lead you; forever towards the screams of bizarrely penalizing and treacherously obnoxious death,
There were an infinite gorily demented gutters; which so stealthily lead you; forever towards the gutters of insanely decrepit and indefatigably terrorizing death,
There were an infinite sacrilegiously gleaming knives; which so licentiously lead you; forever towards the knives of perilously strangulating and poisonously atrocious death,
There were an infinite truculently lambasting nights; which so unjustly lead you; forever towards the nights of horrifically blackened and unsurpassably devilish death,
There were an infinite nefariously indigent nooses; which so horribly lead you; forever towards the nooses of perpetually stony and intolerably beheading death,
There were an infinite malevolently diseased curses; which so despondently lead you; forever towards the curses of unfathomably blighted and lecherously evaporating death,
And then there was just a single beat of her immortally throbbing heart; which so miraculously leads you; far away from the most bludgeoning gorges of death; and forever and ever and ever towards the heartbeat of Omnipotent life; even after you’d veritably surrendered your physical form and died…
©®copyright by Nikhil Parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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