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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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Without the Immortal Love of a Woman…
Every man’s eye is devastatingly empty; unbearably rotting towards the dungeons of diabolical hell; without the celestially commiserating reflections of a bountiful woman,
Every man’s palm is sinfully empty; barbarously rotting towards the coffins of penalizing hell; without the compassionately befriending grip of an honest woman,
Every man’s vein is dreadfully empty; devilishly rotting towards the vacuum of torturous hell; without the invincibly righteous rudiments of a sacrosanct woman,
Every man’s brain is deliriously empty; sadistically rotting towards the thorns of cold-blooded hell; without the unsurpassably ebullient fantasies of an eclectic woman,
Every man’s lip is ghastily empty; tawdrily rotting towards the mortuaries of parasitic hell; without the wondrously igniting kisses of an ardent woman,
Every man’s shadow is venomously empty; carnivorously rotting towards the skeletons of hideous hell; without the mellifluously symbiotic sweetness of a benign woman,
Every man’s signature is disastrously empty; egregiously rotting towards the nothingness of hedonistic hell; without the astoundingly ameliorating reflection of a caring woman,
Every man’s mission is treacherously empty; horrendously rotting towards the dirt of excoriating hell; without the pricelessly unconquerable encouragement of a blessed woman,
Every man’s lung is cripplingly empty; nonsensically rotting towards the meaninglessness of asphyxiating hell; without the unassailably reinvigorating breath of a timeless woman,
Every man’s cheek is lecherously empty; salaciously rotting towards the perversions of crucifying hell; without the mischievously spell binding peck of an untamed woman,
Every man’s chest is drearily empty; ignominiously rotting towards the blackness of massacring hell; without the magically reincarnating caress of a sensuous woman,
Every man’s spine is lividly empty; preposterously rotting towards the holocaust of morbid hell; without the insurmountably majestic virility of an enigmatic woman,
Every man’s adventure is hopelessly empty; sacrilegiously rotting towards the ghost of tormenting hell; without the inscrutably tantalizing echo of a mesmerizing woman,
Every man’s skin is frigidly empty; inconsolably rotting towards the whiplash of strangulating hell; without the fathomlessly unabashed exhilaration of an intrepid woman,
Every man’s soul is cursedly empty; inexplicably rotting towards the gallows of murderous hell; without the infallibly consecrating sensitivity of a vivacious woman,
Every man’s shoulder is dolorously empty; blasphemously rotting towards the shards of deteriorating hell; without the amazingly unflinching unity of a blissful woman,
Every man’s ear is abjectly empty; viciously rotting towards the gutters of malevolent hell; without the enchantingly unfettered voice of a mystical woman,
Every man’s nostril is despondently empty; perilously rotting towards the wickedness of baseless hell; without the perennially life-yielding fragrance of an intricate woman,
And every man’s heart is haplessly empty; unsparingly rotting towards the evil jinx of cannibalistic hell; without the immortally embracing love of a faithful woman….
©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Womb
There was no mountain born on this Universe; which was
more formidable than it; coming even an infinitesimal
iota abreast its impregnable tenacity,
There was no fire born on this Universe; which was
more vivaciously flamboyant than it; as it incessantly
swirled in the aisles of vibrant compassion,
There was no color born on this Universe; which was
more gorgeous than it; as it resembled the angels in
the sweltering heat of the day; as well as each
instant of the voluptuously alluring night,
There was no sky born on this Universe; which was more
fathomless than it; as it was the procreator of every
tangible entity wandering merrily on this colossal
planet,
There was no flower born on this Universe; which was
more fragrant than it; as it bloomed fabulously into a
scent; that caressed the souls of countless loitering
aimlessly; alike,
There was no contraption born on this Universe; which
was more contemporary than it; as it incredulously
withstood the test of all times; evolving the most
ingeniously superior organism; like brilliant streaks
of white electricity in blue sky,
There was no ocean born on this Universe; which was
more unfathomable than it; as it ubiquitously
disseminated its waves of harmony and perennial bliss;
to all those shivering in torrential pain,
There was no magnet born on this Universe; which was
more attractive than it; as it captivated even the
most remotely alien of persona; in its stupendously
divine swirl,
There was no philosophy born on this Universe; which
was more sacrosanct than it; as it preached the most
holistic existence; even centuries before you were
born,
There was no truth born on this Universe; which was
more irrefutable than it; as it triumphantly massacred
the very essence of blatant lies; from even the most
oblivious wind of this gigantic earth,
There was no power born on this Universe; which was
more invincible than it; as it defended you against
the most mightiest of attacks; within a single wink of
its eye,
There was no entertainment born on this Universe;
which was more efficacious than its flurry of
boisterous activity; pacifying each of your
overwhelmingly frazzled senses; with its miraculous
enchantment and charm,
There was no Sun born on this Universe; which was more
dazzling than it; as it spread the aura of its
marvelously Omnipotent shine; to each house miserably
staggering in ghastly blackness,
There was no star born on this Universe; which was
more resplendent than it; as it filtered its
charismatically symbiotic beams; to profoundly
illuminate the disdainful caricature of unearthly
darkness,
There was no wind born on this Universe; which was
more serene than it; as it insurmountably mollified
every traumatically agonized individual; in the river
of its unending love,
There was no bird born on this Universe; which could
fly higher than it; as it indefatigably soared higher
than the satiny clouds; uplifting the impoverished
into an entrenchment of celestial goodness,
There was no mysticism born on this Universe; which
was more enigmatic than it; as it engulfed even the
most treacherously mundane of entity in the poignantly
escalating wave of its mesmerizing enthrallment,
There was no complexion born on this Universe; which
was more beautiful than it; as it imparted perennial
shelter to the profusely infirm; in its unbelievably
passionate interiors,
There was no victory born on this Universe; which was
more greater than it; as it tirelessly fought not just
for itself; but for shielding the lives of boundless
innocent; about to be born,
There was no tree born on this Universe; which was
more bountiful than it; as it perpetually bestowed the
most wonderfully priceless gift of humanity; in each
hopelessly barren cranny of this gargantuan world,
There was no smile born on this Universe; which was
more benevolent than it; as it magnanimously embraced
even the most hideously sinister in its heavenly
swirl; giving all an equal opportunity to diffuse
their quota of goodness on this planet,
There was no emotion born on this Universe; which was
more effusively volatile than it; as it fulminated
into the most glorious catharsis of the conscience
every unveiling moment; striking the chord of humanity
with incomprehensible; alike,
There was no blessing born on this Universe; which was
more benign than it; as it spread the sweetness of
symbiotic survival; granted every philanthropic wish
of yours; even before you could nimbly utter it,
There was no richness born on this Universe; which was
more opulent than it; as it made you feel the most
prosperous organism alive; even in infinite more
births you were destined to take birth again,
There was no aroma born on this Universe; which was
more Omnipresent than it; as it inhabited each
dwelling where there even the most inconspicuous sign
of life; relentlessly propelling the chapter of
existence to continue till the time God wanted it to,
There was no enchantment born on this Universe; which
was more stupefying than it; as it cast its
majestically spell binding spirit; to every soul
withering abominably towards the corridors of
threadbare extinction,
There was no ray born on this Universe; which was more
handsome than it; as it blazed a trail of ultimate
splendor; even on the most pathetically dwindling
paths that it caressed,
There was no energy born on this Universe; which was
more everlasting than it; as it single handedly bore
the brunt of all the ferociously diabolical around;
unshakably rising to every ruthless disaster; like a
supremely embellished princess,
There was no summit born on this Universe; which was
more towering than it; as it overshadowed every shade
of the invidiously evil; with its royal grace and
Omniscient light,
There was no bond born on this Universe; which was
more stronger than it; as it astoundingly fortified
its Oligarchic grip; upon the cradle of compassionate
empathy; for unbelievable more lives to come,
There was no sword born on this Universe; which was
more mightier than it; as it beheaded even the most
infinitesimal of devil; lingering insidiously around
its innocuously frolicking children,
There was no seed born on this Universe; which was
more fertile than it; as it blossomed into a festoon
of newness and excitement every unfurling minute;
spawning the most exotic creation of Almighty Lord,
There was no season born on this Universe; which was
more ravishing than it; as it showered its virtue of
ever pervading righteousness; upon each molecule of
God; in an enclosure of harmonious unity and
humanitarian pride,
There was no path born on this Universe which was more
enticing than it; as it unrelentingly intrigued
countless; with its incomprehensibly unending prowess
to serve all mankind,
There was no continent born on this Universe; which
was more fascinating than it; as it harbored each
element of prosperous survival in its amicable
corridors; ensuring that all those benevolent; reached
the pinnacle of glittering success,
There was no honey born on this Universe; which was
more sweeter than it; as it wholeheartedly distributed
the winds of united existence; propagated the essence
of solidarity in every passionate heart on this earth,
There was no rainbow on this Universe; which was more
magically striking than it; as it unfurled into an
unsurpassable myriad of enriching shades; to grant all
those deluged in drudgery; an absolute reprieve from
sinful malice,
There was no soil born on this Universe; which was
more ravishing than it; as it culminated into an
emphatic breeze of friendship; in the most malevolent
of storm; and harmony; alike,
There was no relationship born on this Universe; which
was more amiable than it; as it offered its ubiquitous
wings to all those treacherously deprived who needed
it; before offering them unequivocal shelter for the
freezing night,
There was no artist born on this Universe; who was
more passionate than it; as it assimilated all the
beauty of this globe; in its cradle of ebullient
happiness,
There was no sound born on this Universe; which was
more melodious than it; as it euphorically sung the
tunes of a splendidly incarcerating life; mitigating
all those engulfed with horrifically despicable
despair,
There was no meadow born on this Universe; which was
more sprouting than it; as it blissfully harnessed
each enlightening attribute of existence with its own
blood; reinforcing each bit of the gruesomely bad;
with the irrevocable thunderbolts of divine life,
There was no reflection born on this Universe; which
was more marvelous than it; as it consecrated even the
most lecherous bits of dilapidated ash; with the
unprecedented love lingering in its soul,
There was no magic born on this Universe; which was
more alluring than it; as it unbelievably spawned the
most intellectual of all organisms; to save the planet
from ghastly clutches of misery and stinking mice,
There was no panacea born on this Universe; which was
more effective than it; as it instilled rejuvenating
life in even those; well sunken in beneath their gory
graves and without the slightest trace of light,
There was no mission born on this Universe; which was
more fulfilling than it; as it accomplished the
greatest purpose of the Almighty; by immortally
continuing his sacred chapter of existence,
There was no current born on this Universe; which was
more vividly passionate than it; as it evolved a
complete life from just a capriciously changing
conglomerate of cells and space; rambunctiously
ensuring that there was not the tiniest of insinuation
of stillness or morbid malice,
There was no idea born on this Universe; which was
more incarcerating than it; as it still remained the
most fascinating mechanism of chiseling a perfect
organism; even in a world drowned abhorrently in
robotic prejudice,
There was no fashion on this Universe; which was more
versatile than it; as it acclimatized itself to the
most ferociously vacillating conditions; celestially
metamorphosing its intricate form; every now and
again; to blend with the cry of painstakingly
suffering humanity,
There was no gift on this Universe; which was more
precious than it; as it manifested every person’s
ultimate dream into a veritable reality; gave him a
reason to live with astronomical pride; even well past
his own times,
There was no longing on this Universe; which was more
ardent than it; as it triggered insatiable cloudbursts
of craving; for all those deplorably blind; to witness
their sole messiah with golden sight,
There was no line on this Universe; which was more
straighter than it; as it basked in the undefeatable
glory of candid honesty; diffusing the rays of a
fantastically optimistic tomorrow; as each day
persevering unraveled into the queenly night,
There was no boundary on this Universe; which was more
boundless than it; as it encompassed all merciful
living kind; in the heavenly pace that forever
enveloped its sparkling form,
There was no prayer on this Universe; which was more
revered than it; as it was a magical wand for
pioneering all forms and fraternities of vibrant life;
sowing the cherishable seeds of a symbiotic existence,
O! yes; it made you feel the most invincible entity on
this planet till the time you were in it; bequeathing
upon you an incomprehensible ardor to lead a countless
more lives; when you wonderfully came out,
It was the ultimate place that you belonged to on this
earth; the very reason that you were able to read and
I was able to fervently write until this line; the
only cradle which gave you life; the only cradle on
this globe which embraced you like an angel even after
your condemnable death; infact a place none other than
your own blood and signature; a place none other than
your MOTHERS WOMB…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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Would you ever believe
WOULD YOU EVER believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as a vivacious bird soaring high in the sky,
Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering gold,
Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone,
Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a switchboard of pugnacious electricity,
Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as a broomstick with incongruous bristles,
Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated iron; as a mesmerizing rose growing in the garden,
Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a mosquito hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room,
Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the undulating waves; as a rustic jungle spider,
Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with snow; as an unscrupulous dog on the street,
Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe,
Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert,
Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable chocolate,
Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a swanky bottle,
Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate matchstick coated with lead,
Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat,
Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a dead mans morbid tooth,
Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily colored water emanating from the street fountains,
Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian; as a slab of tangy peanut butter,
Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor,
Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass,
Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage,
Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously lurking through solitary streets of the city,
Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird tattoo to be adhered to the chest,
Would you ever believe if I called a chicken’s egg; as logs of sooty charcoal abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse,
Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey; as a ominously slithering reptile in the jungles,
Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air,
Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds; as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin,
Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing frozen ice,
Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs,
Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely squelched juice of red radish,
Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil lying in close proximity with the seabed,
Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall commensurately aligned with burnt bricks,
Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp of mango being tossed indiscriminately on the street,
Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines; as an aromatic seed of plant,
Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit of juicy plum,
Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines,
Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice,
Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge whale of the ocean,
Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground,
Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in the blistering oven,
Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds,
Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap,
Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped panther,
Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of tree roots,
Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in water,
Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled with morbid coffins,
Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall,
Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert,
Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens agglutinated to the eye,
Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity,
Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie,
Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of god; as a perniciously diabolical devil,
And would you ever believe if I called True Love; as a spurious product of imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
Nikhil Parekh
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Wrapped
Wrap the innocuously sleeping child; in quilts of
profoundly warm and compassionately silken fabric,
Wrap the colossal demeanor of ocean; with a vivacious
flurry of gigantic waves,
Wrap the unfathomable cocoon of blue sky; with a
colorfully mesmerizing and vivid rainbow,
Wrap the barren body of bland soil; with a coat of
voluptuous green grass,
Wrap the blatantly naked tree; with a blanket of
sumptuous and wildly tapering leaves,
Wrap the solitarily floating pearl; with an
ingratiatingly carved shell of slimy oyster,
Wrap the sweltering deserts; with fathomless globules
of slippery sand and mystically triangular camel
footprints,
Wrap the rosy persona of tongue; with infinite buds of
taste and tons of tangy saliva,
Wrap the daintily sculptured neck; with a festoon of
glistening emeralds and immortal shine,
Wrap the gargantuan body of mountains; with the
seductively cascading and impeccably white waterfall,
Wrap the rubicund complexioned lips; with an
insatiably desirous and enchanting smile,
Wrap the bald scalp; with a shock of ravishing black
hair swishing tantalizingly in the exuberant breeze,
Wrap the dilapidated castle walls; with coats of
majestic ivory paint and overwhelming oligarchic
charm,
Wrap the immaculate eyes; with an island of enamoring
black eyelash and flamboyantly fiery dark mascara,
Wrap the embarrassingly fat tortoise; with a
formidably hard shell and perennial peace,
Wrap the cosmos at night; with a resplendent carpet of
twinkling stars,
Wrap the shivering conglomerate of bones; with
salubrious and robust flesh,
Wrap the palpable heart; with a volley of thunderous
and indefatigably passionate beats,
Wrap the divinely mother; with the cherished shadow of
her perpetually innocent children,
And wrap my life O! Almighty Lord; with invincible
love; with love as my greatest wealth and fortitude to
exist not only for this birth; but for countless more
births to unfurl….
©COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Nikhil Parekh
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