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Best Poems From
NIKHIL PAREKH
(27/08/1977)
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YES
YES
Do I write poetry to be in due obeisance of the Omnipotent Lord and
his perpetual Universe of effervescent creations; admire his
Omniscient glory which destined every life- beyond every science could
ever dare to be or do?
Do I write poetry to slacken the strings of my otherwise frenetically
estranged heart; so that it commenced to sing the tunes of the most
bountifully mellifluous of an existence?
Do I write poetry to admire the fathomless terrains of lush green
grass and bizarre barrenness alike; which maneuvered my brain to
perceive of the stark candidness of God's inscrutable creation?
Do I write poetry to languish in the aisles of unfettered desire;
fantasy and charm; as the ruthless monotony of the betraying planet
got more and more sinfully robotized outside?
Do I write poetry to celestially mollify the agony of my restlessly
bohemian fingers; which inherently felt that the best shape they could
ever give to blessed life-was in the form of surreal tantalizing
words?
Do I write poetry to paint the canvas of this triumphantly undying
Universe in an ocean of alphabets; all of ravishing sizes; shapes and
forms to evolve the most royally vivid moments and memories of all
times?
Do I write poetry to tantalize every cranny of the living brain to
dream beyond realms of the unknown; take a much deserved break from
the rigmarole of survival and astoundingly levitate to the hilt of the
fantasy clouds?
Do I write poetry to metamorphose every soul inflamed in abhorrent
terrorism and gloom; into an evergreen field of miraculous flowers
which forever bloomed into the mists of love?
Do I write poetry to perennially tingle the chords of a flagrantly
dying imagination; to rise high and handsome from the fetid corpse and
emboss the definition of a whole new optimistic dawn with the imprint
of humanity?
Do I write poetry to grant even the most infinitesimal droplet of
sweat of my flailing form; the status of a King; a King who crafts his
own kingdom of desire with the insatiable intensity of his existence?
Do I write poetry to make love to every organism symbiotically alive;
as the poetic waterfall of infallible beauty; unflinchingly rose above
every circumcised definition of caste; creed; religion; color and
tribeforever bonding with a united singleton mass of love?
Do I write poetry to rhapsodically transport into golden days of
childhood; bring out that very untamed freshness of innocuous creation
in every piece of verse that timeslessly yearns to trace its
quintessential roots?
Do I write poetry to do justice to the best asset of my life; which I
intrinsically believe has been bestowed upon me by the Omnipresent
Lord; and which I wanted to pursue since my very first fiery breath?
Do I write poetry to find what they called heavenly paradise after
death; right here in the throes of castrated confusion and sadistic
war; rampantly ravaging through the divinely fabric of mother soil?
Do I write poetry to pursue the inevitable magnetic pull towards every
nerve of my beleaguered persona; which solely led me into the
corridors of panoramic fantasy reigning supreme till the very end?
Do I write poetry to express the innermost feelings of my soul in the
most articulate manner possible; when whatever other expression that I
leaned upon- seemed a complete insane balderdash to the planet
outside?
Do I write poetry to woo the most horrendous of my foes to perpetually
unite with me; then undauntedly surge forward with them together to
befriend every despairing shadow out there; in the blessed cradle of
our love?
Do I write poetry to give back to the globe all the goodness that it
copiously sprinkled on me; made me feel worthwhile and alive whilst
finding my own foothold on ground; which by God's grace was the very
foundation for all these poetic lines?
Do I write poetry to experience being the richest man alive till times
beyond infinity; irrespective of whether the markets rose or fall;
irrespective of whether there was a cloth on my body or not-simply
and solely based on the power of my effulgent thought?
Do I write poetry to live and to die without the tiniest of
hesitation; treat both these aspects of unimpeachable existence
wondrously alike; and as the ultimate gifts from the heaven of the
Almighty Divine?
Well Well. Some of you would kill me or let me live irrespective of my
saying a 'Yes' or 'No' to all of the above
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So let me just 'Live' or 'Die' whatever's destined-by holding my
head high and equal amongst you. And say what I've always wanted to
say. 'YES'.
(c) (R) copyright by Nikhil Parekh. All rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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You can never break our perpetual love
In order to break the scented flower; they crushed it indiscriminately
with
their large and bohemian feet,
In order to break the fortified edifice; they blasted it with
pugnacious
dynamite; to send it crumbling like a pack of silken cards towards the
obdurate ground,
In order to break the inflated balloon; they pricked it with a rusty
iron pin
to evacuate tones of stale air incarcerated inside,
In order to break the soft mountain of pudgy mud; they punched it hard
in the
midriff; with their callous hands,
In order to break through the computer; they invented ingenious ways
and means
to decipher its enigmatic password,
In order to break the solid log of dried timber wood; they used a
serrated
edged metallic saw; ruthlessly slicing through its body,
In order to break the slender candle of wax; they melted it in
crackling
flames; leaping rampantly from the kitchen fire,
In order to break long shards of pellucid glass; they smashed them
against
jagged rocks; sending them flying into infinitesimal splinters all
around,
In order to break a colossal pool of placid water; they viciously
struck the
same with corrugated twigs; engendering a plethora of waves to creep up
on the
surface,
In order to break stillness of air; they permeated it with strident
tunes of
discordant cacophony; emanating from the loudspeaker,
In order to break the conglomerate of satiny clouds; they marauded the
same
with poisonous pellets and sharp missiles,
In order to break the pointed thorn; they pulverized it to pulp; after
boiling
it in sizzling water,
In order to break triangular cubes of frozen ice; they kept them under
stringent light of the sun; and then waited for the inevitable
aftermath to
follow,
In order to break through the fool proof house; they adroitly
deactivated the
incredulous burglar alarm; stepped barefoot without making the
slightest of
sound into the house,
In order to break the lethal snake; they snapped apart its venomous
fangs;
rendering it as innocuous as a domicile rabbit,
In order to break the skull; they banged it tenaciously with a crude
bludgeon;
dismantling it into incommensurate halves,
In order to break bonded paper stuck with adhesive glue; they weakened
it
substantially by applying loads of slippery saliva,
In order to break intense concentration; they flooded veins in the body
with
gallons of inebriating alcohol,
In order to break an individuals moral; they incessantly castigated
him; made
a baseless mockery of his caricature,
And in order to break our 'PERPETUAL LOVE'; they tried their best
attempts
possible; however miserably floundered; as it was impossible to
accomplish the
same without taking our lives; and even if they did that; they would
yet be
unsuccessful; as we would definitely be reborn again; to love each
other more
intensely than we ever did before.
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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You can't strangulate yourself and still lead life
You can't compress your fingers and still prolifically
write,
You can't clench your teeth and still gregariously
smile,
You can't sleep tight on the bed and still
boisterously run,
You can't stand in freezing snowflakes and still sweat
like a horse,
You can't stitch your lips and still loquaciously
speak,
You can't stuff cotton in your ears and still hear the
pin dropping on pure silk,
You can't squeeze your eyes and still witness the
mesmerizing sparrow shrugging rain drops from its
body,
You can't tie your hands and still swim against
turbulent waves of the choppy ocean,
You can't slit your stomach with a knife; and still
devour ravishing chunks of tangy butter,
You can't paint the mirror and still sight your
pellucid reflection,
You can't stand on Mount Everest and still view the
world as it is,
You can't consume titillating champagne and still
decipher mind boggling sums of arithmetic,
You can't wear cowdung coated shoes and still smell
like a supremely redolent rose,
You can't walk upside down and still shake hands
amicably with your girlfriend,
You can't walk on red-hot embers of coal and still
want your feet to develop extra soles,
You can't have shattered teeth ands till snap through
the obdurate shell of coconut in one snap,
You can't have a snow white beard extruding from your
cheeks and still proclaim that you were a teenager,
You can't yawn with your Jaws wide open and still
remain dry eyed,
You can't be an insane lunatic and still be able to
scrupulously recite each stanza from the Shakespeare,
You can't adorn a diamond ring on your finger and
still audaciously declare that you weren't engaged,
You can't get as pink as a radish and still say that
you didnt blush the slightest,
You can't protrude out your tongue in anger and still
convey to the world that you were a revered saint,
You can't have dark circles under your lids and still
perceive yourself to be an innocuous kid,
You can't keep lying on the seashore and still feel in
the midst of tingling adventure,
You can't whip the slave left, right, center and still
believe that you had blessed him,
You can't act like a crazy clown and still envisage
yourself to be the greatest actor,
You can't stammer and still speak with articulate
proficiency on the mike,
You can't drive slow and still win the whirlwind speed
motor car race,
You can't be bare eyed and still stare unrelentingly
into the blazing fireball of sun,
You can't shout deafeningly and still blow a melodious
whistle,
You can't be afraid of a mosquito and still pledge to
leap into the unfathomably deep valley head on,
You can't eat Cadbury chocolates and still expect
smoke to diffuse ecstatically from your nostrils,
You can't drape your feet in spiked footwear and still
topple on the ground like nine pins,
You can't apply mud on your hair and still experience
the silken follicles shine,
You can't keep looking at the changing sun and still
tell the exact minute of the day,
You can't have a badly fractured hand and still expect
to challenge the mightiest wrestler,
You can't have red ants inside your trousers and still
sit unperturbed throughout the business meeting,
You can't have savage blood coated on your hands and
still divulge to the world that they were as
sacrosanct as God,
You can't be incarcerated behind bars of the prison
and still play hide-n-seek with your children in the
park,
You can't wear a flimsy night suit and still stand
without shivering on the frozen lake,
You can't have infinite blemishes of chicken pox and
still compare yourself with the shimmering pearl,
You can't be a mundane businessman and still have a
passionate penchant for poetic rhyme,
You can't be an imbecile beggar and still think of
sleeping all night on the golden couch,
You can't sit in front of the man eater leopard and
still recite tranquil rhymes from the holy scriptures,
You can't stick your tongue out and still say that
you're well mannered and extremely cultured,
You can't be a ghastly skeleton suspended from the
ceiling and still conquer the entire battle field in
war,
You can't wink flirtatiously at a girl and still
adroitly tell her that she was your sister,
You can't be rustic fisherman and still know the most
intricate of computer virus,
You can't spell death wrongly and still have an
ambition to die,
You can't simply hold the knife in your hands and
still profusely bleed,
You can't open your mouth a trifle lazily and still
expect thunderous tunes to blast through the frigid
atmosphere,
You can't wear a necklace of glistening diamonds and
still feel venomous snakes brutally strangulating your
neck,
You can't be a slime coated frog and still conceive
yourself to as the astonishingly beautiful crown
princess,
You can't eat foul sewage floating in the gutter and
still expect pearls to pop out each time you opened
your mouth,
You can't tear plain paper into infinite parts and
still flood its surface with unending lines of
literature,
You can't have lecherous fires blazing in your eyes
and still have empathy for the deprived,
You can't worry baselessly and still make people
around you wholeheartedly laugh,
You can't maliciously envy your counterparts and still
reach the top,
You can't drive a truck blindfolded and still be able
to reach the other end of the road safely,
You can't be sitting in one corner of the dark room
and still imagine yourself to be a complete man,
You can't develop nerve-wrecking stress and still have
blissful peace,
You can't apply effeminate lipstick on your lips and
still claim to be Tarzan inhabiting the wild,
You can't drench yourself wholesomely in the rain and
still catch blazing fires the very next instant,
You can't draw incongruous lines with your feet and
still visualize yourself as the greatest artist,
You can't brag like a donkey and still whisper to the
society that you were unselfishly polite,
You can't keep surging down into deep waters and still
view the pinnacle of the tower spiraling high towards
the sun,
You can't roll amidst heaps of glittering gold and
still cry hysterically that you were poor,
You can't walk in stark darkness and still sight your
shadow following you at close quarters,
You can't have black lizards slithering all over your
body and still remain as stoical as frozen ice,
You can't lick hard dirt and still find your tongue as
clear as the transparent mirror,
You can't run like a whirlwind volcano and still feel
your heart completely dormant in your chest,
You can't sway flirtatiously sighting every girl and
still convince your wife that she was the only entity
you revered,
You can't be oblivious to the first alphabet of
English language and still imbibe every word of the
colossal dictionary,
You can't live imprisoned behind the dingy brick wall
and still inhale gallons of blissful air,
You can't keep looking at your watch every minute and
still announce confidently that you weren't a trifle
anxious,
You can't emulate every action happening beside you
and still cognize yourself to be entirely independent,
You can't sit languidly in the air-craft to smoothly
glide up the hill and still bellow at the top of your
lungs that you clambered up all the treacherous slope
standing on your toes,
You can't deluge your mouth completely with water and
still want jewels to tumble out each time you spoke,
You can't have thorns adhered to all parts of your
body and still feel yourself heavily soaked in spongy
jelly,
You can't be a satanic barbarian chopping raw flesh
and still imagine yourself to have created new life,
You can't bathe in a river of sweet honey and still
want the bees to shirk away the instant they sighted
you,
You can't lie breathless in the stone clad coffin and
still come out bouncing radiantly alive,
You can't have a reserved heart wandering
materialistically and still fall madly in love,
And You cant strangulate your emotions; grope
uncertainly in a land of cowardice and still lead
life
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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You weren't condemning the black cat.
You weren't condemning the black cat; you
were infact condemning God who had evolved it in the
first place,
You weren't condemning the hideous looking and ruffled
owl; you were infact condemning God who had evolved it
in the first place,
You weren't condemning the ominously looking
alligator; you were infact condemning God who had
evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the dismally wailing eunuch;
you were infact condemning God who had evolved it in
the first place,
You weren't condemning the disheveled and bedraggled
African spider; you were infact condemning God who had
evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the corrugated and stinking
lizard; you were infact condemning God who had evolved
it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the venomous and blood sucking
mosquitoes buzzing in the vicinity of your ears; you
were infact condemning God who had evolved it in the
first place,
You weren't condemning the thorny and acrimonious
cactus extruding from the deserts; you were infact
condemning God who had evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the porcupine with a thousand
needles impregnated on its body; you were infact
condemning God who had evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the lethal tailed scorpion
awaiting its moment to sting; you were infact
condemning God who had evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the satanic crop of opium which
emanated from the mud; you were infact condemning God
who had evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the squalid cockroach wandering
around the lavatory seat; you were infact condemning
God who had evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the despicable looking
slithering reptile; you were infact condemning God who
had evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the abhorrent and multi-legged
octopus; you were infact condemning God who had
evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the blind and hostile bats; you
were infact condemning God who had evolved it in the
first place,
You weren't condemning lava which fulminated in fury
from beneath the earth; you were infact condemning God
who had evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the grizzly haired crabs
roaming lavishly on the shores; you were infact
condemning God who had evolved it in the first place,
You weren't condemning the orphan lying dilapidated
like a bundle of garbage in the dustbin; you were
infact condemning God who had evolved it in the first
place,
And you weren't condemning man for treading his heavy
foot on this earth; you were infact condemning God who
had evolved it in the first place,
So the next time beware! when you thought of
condemning an entity tangible or intangible; for you
would be condemning God who had evolved it in the
first place
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
Nikhil Parekh
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