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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Who was I?
When I asked the leaves strewn all over the field as to Who was I? They
candidly disclosed that I was a minuscule hillock of sand; occasionally
getting trampled by beasts hovering around.
When I asked the stars shimmering in the cosmos as to Who was I? They
said
that I was one of the millions of droplets; that drizzled at tumultuous
velocities from the hill.
When I asked the escalating mountain peaks as to Who was I? They
divulged that
I was a tiny pebble camouflaged well beneath the mammoth island of
compressed
coal; searching wildly for daylight.
When I asked the blazing body of sun as to Who was I? It revealed that
I was
an inconspicuous mosquito incessantly buzzing around.
When I asked my eyes as to Who was I? They replied without the
slightest of
inhibition that I was a insipid speck of dirt that innocuously floated
around.
When I asked the lines embedded on my palms as to Who was I? They
explicitly
conveyed that I was the fading footprints of a camel slowly ambling in
the
deserts.
When I asked the whirlpools culminating on arid land as to Who was I?
They
said that I was a diminutive twig; suspended languidly from the wall;
just
about to taste dirt and fall.
When I asked the waves swirling turbulently in the ocean as to who was
I? They
whispered without hesitation that I was a rotund bubble of froth; about
to
explode into billions of fragments after clashing against the cold
blooded
rocks.
When I asked the king headed serpent as to Who was I? It mystically
hissed
that I was a squalid egg of the tadpole; swimming in the well; with
several of
my kind.
When I asked my breath as to Who was I? It unhesitatingly replied that
I was
an infinitesimal particle of soil adhering placidly to the window;
awaiting to
be swept miles away; with a single stroke of the serrated broomstick.
When I asked the colossal slab of frozen ice as to Who was I? It
blurted out
without pretensions that I was an enticing mirage drawing parched
entities
towards me; when infact I was empty.
When I asked the palatial flamingoes perched on the banks as to Who was
I?
They squawked boisterously that I was a slippery glowworm slithering on
the
slushy ground.
When I asked the conglomerate of redolent lotus as to Who was I? They
cried in
unison that I was a chapped fragment of bird egg; lying dilapidated on
the
ground.
When I asked the grandfather clock as to Who was I? It ticked
immediately that
I was a compressed strand of hair; extruding desolately from the pigs
tail.
When I asked the preposterously huge shark as to Who was I? The big
fish
roared loudly to tell me that I was a squashed fossil sunk deep down
the
spongy coast.
When I asked the gruesome darkness as to Who was I? The night
stringently whispered into
my ears; that I was a solitary loop; embodied scornfully to a rusty
chain.
When I asked the food finely pulverized in my stomach as to Who was I?
It told
me that I was disdainful foam of colored saliva; left in oblivion on
the
streets.
When I asked my heart as to Who was I? It audaciously throbbed to
proclaim
that I was just a white whisker; dangling frigidly from the bushy
moustache.
And eventually when I asked the creator as to Who was I? He gave me an
answer
in his omnipotent voice; pacifying all my queries forever; telling me
that I
was simply a MOLECULE; out of the infinite he had evolved; granting me
a right
to holistically exist and fight for my existence in this world.
©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH
Nikhil Parekh
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Why don’t you kill me forever?
I was dying a pathetically agonizing death every moment waiting for your sensuously silken fingers; why don’t you just come infront of me; scratch me uninhibitedly on my cheek with them; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an inconsolably disastrous death every moment waiting for your astoundingly poignant lips; why don’t you just come infront of me; kiss me unabashedly on my lips with them; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a torturously sullen death every moment waiting for your tantalizingly unparalleled belly; why don’t you just come infront of me; gyrate it jubilantly like the shooting stars; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a wretchedly uncouth death every moment waiting for your profoundly unblemished eyes; why don’t you just come infront of me; savor every aspect of my personality with their black’s and whites; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an invidiously castrated death every moment waiting for your unbelievably ravishing hair; why don’t you just come infront of me; carelessly swish them on my intricate goose-bumps; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a unforgivably penalizing death every moment; waiting for your mellifluously spell binding throat; why don’t you just come infront of me; sing just a rhyme with it towards my trembling countenance; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an indescribably lamenting death every moment; waiting for your sacredly dainty feet; why don’t you just come infront of me; point a path on earth with it for me to follow; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a fetidly perverted death every moment; waiting for your bountifully effulgent cheeks; why don’t you just come infront of me; let them blush an infinitesimal trifle; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a treacherously gory death every moment; waiting for your inscrutably inimitable shadow; why don’t you just come infront of me; let its velvetiness incarcerate each of my senses; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a barbarously asphyxiating death every moment; waiting for your rhapsodically victorious neck; why don’t you just come infront of me; nod it only once in ethereal mischief; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a horrendously vindictive death every moment; waiting for your astoundingly eclectic fingers; why don’t you just come infront of me; trace them like white electricity down my unstoppably reverberating spine; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a hysterically cadaverous death every moment; waiting for your unfathomably creative mind; why don’t you just come infront of me; unfurl its wildest fantasy beside my ardent breath; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an abhorrently diabolical death every moment; waiting for your wondrously stupefying armpits; why don’t you just come infront of me; let their golden rivers of sweat dribble upon my fanatically waiting skin; and then forever fill me?
I was dying a satanically crucifying death every moment; waiting for your impeccably adorable ears; why don’t you just come infront of me; let their magnetically titillating lobes dangle on my forehead; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a disdainfully cold-blooded death every moment; waiting for your ebulliently unassailable personality; why don’t you just come infront of me; let its unconquerable fragrance wholesomely capsize each of my senses; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an unthinkably mortifying death every moment; waiting for your insuperably majestic nostrils; why don’t you just come infront of me; let them fierily breathe down my enthused neck; and then forever kill me?
I was dying an unbearably remorseful death every moment; waiting for your royally nubile shoulders; why don’t you just come infront of me; entwine their unlimited glory with my uncontrollably resonating chest; and then forever kill me?
I was dying a mercilessly lambasting death every moment; waiting for your pricelessly voluptuous bosom; why don’t you just come infront of me; unravel just a fragment of its timeless compassion into my life; and then forever kill me?
And I was dying a gorily demented death every moment; waiting for your perpetually ameliorating heart; why don’t you just come infront of me; lets its immortal beats caress my miserably emaciated soul; and then forever kill me?
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Nikhil Parekh
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Why not we forever live in the same breath?
A different spoon for you and a different spoon for me; why not we forever digest with the same spoon; whose metal was made of the threads of invincibly compassionate symbiotism,
A different glass for you and a different glass for me; why not we forever drink in the same glass; whose walls were made of the fathomless entrenchments of unshakably faithful friendship,
A different vehicle for you and a different vehicle for me; why not we forever travel in the same vehicle; whose body was made of the spirit of unflinchingly unconquerable togetherness,
A different plate for you and a different plate for me; why not we forever eat in the same plate; whose base was made of the elements of perennially fructifying humanity,
A different cloth for you and a different cloth for me; why not we forever cover our shivering bodies with the same cloth; whose fabric was made of the eternally bounteous rudiments of Mother Nature,
A different dwelling for you and a different dwelling for me; why not we forever live in the same dwelling; whose roof was made of the most unassailable skies of priceless brotherhood,
A different job for you and a different job for me; why not we forever do the same philanthropic job together; whose each conceivably working hour was for the perennial amelioration of all tyrannically deprived living kind,
A different path for you and a different path for me; why not we forever walk on the same path; whose every tangible bifurcation, fearlessly led to the ultimate epitomes of impregnable truth and sparkling righteousness,
A different tune for you and a different tune for me; why not we forever listen to the same tune; whose every decibel miraculously quelled all indiscriminate terrorism and royally led all towards the path of immortal love,
A different fantasy for you and a different fantasy for me; why not we forever delve into the same fantasy; whose silken paradise comprised of nothing else but; the ubiquitously spell binding beats of infallible love,
A different river for you and a different river for me; why not we forever bathe in the same river; whose waters eventually melanged with the unsurpassably bestowing ocean of peace,
A different country for you and a different country for me; why not we forever live in the same country; whose infinite foundations were erected on the ingredients of altruistic unity,
A different name for you and a different name for me; why not we forever embrace the same name; whose characters just spoke of nothing else but the indefatigably consecrating spirit of humanitarian oneness,
A different religion for you and a different religion for me; why not we forever befriend the same religion; whose boundless intricacies eventually and finally coalesced; with the everlasting religion of humanity,
A different inspiration for you and a different inspiration for me; why not we forever adapt the same source of inspiration; whose peerlessly optimistic rays of divine light; interminably perpetuated their way through the most despicable tunnels of asphyxiating pain and blackness,
A different shade for you and a different shade for me; why not we forever rest under the same shade; whose every reflection symbiotically unfurled the fathomless moods of vivaciously pristine Mother Nature,
A different school for you and a different school for me; why not we forever study in the same school; whose every classroom undyingly taught the principles of triumphant selflessness,
A different breath for you and a different breath for me; why not we forever survive in the same breath; whose unparalleled fieriness timelessly led towards the chapters of bounteously utopian life,
A different beat for you and a different beat for me; why not we forever love in the same heartbeat; whose every immortal palpitation brought every living being on the trajectory of this planet; closer and closer to the Omnipotent Lord divine…
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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With an existence such as this
Full of ecstatic adventure; overwhelmed with exuberant
happiness,
Full of unfathomable zeal; an insatiable desire to
explore to the most unprecedented limits,
Full of boisterous euphoria; an uncanny sense of
adventure blended profusely with streams of scarlet
blood,
Full of tangy spice; an ocean of passionate sweat
trickling ferociously with the unleashing second,
Full of mystical tunes; inundated with a flurry of
fabulously enchanting scent,
Full of untamed escalating spirits; the desire to love
and philander lingering astronomically in the soul,
Full of inexplicable punch; deluged with doughty
charisma from all possible and conceivable sides,
Full of mesmerizing beauty; replete with vivacious
colors to fathomlessly imagine,
Full of an unsurpassable ability to conquer;
trespassing over a blanket of acrid thorns on naked
foot,
Full of tingling smiles; a tumultuously vibrant shiver
that crept down nimbly through the spine,
Full of insurmountably daunting courage; an
unflinching will to confront the mightiest of
disaster,
Full of rustic simplicity; with the rudiments of
existence replicating primordial life of the jungles,
Full of unrelenting buoyancy; always transgressing a
couple of inches above soil,
Full of irresistible attraction; a relentless urge to
fully explore the most voluptuous tantalizing form,
Full of blazing dynamism; an incorrigible ardor to
march ahead with a perpetual longing to survive,
Full of flamboyant muscle; an incomprehensible urgency
to dash forward at the slightest of provocation,
Full of marvelous memories; reminiscing incessantly
about innocuously mischievous childhood,
Full of cheek and perennially augmenting spice;
rampantly caressing the infinite fruits of gorgeous
nature,
Full of blood-curling suspense; a thunderous virtue to
swirl as high and handsome as the stormy waves,
Full of boundless enthusiasm; a voice that
indefatigably blurted out 'NEVER SAY DIE',
And I don’t know what I was or how I might have lived
in my past life; but bless me O! Almighty Lord with an
existence such as this in my present life…..
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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