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Thousands of Nikhil Parekh's poems on God, Peace, Love, Brotherhood, Friendship, Humanity, Environment, Anti Terror, Lovers, Life, Death - here. Click on Page Numbers below to read complete poems. Each page has 10 poems. |
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| »Love Poem - because she had made my food with love . |
It definitely wasn't because of the tantalizingly appetizing aroma that graciously wafted through mundane wisps of nothingness - fomenting a new found hunger to greedily gobble till the very last non - existent bit ,
It irrefutably wasn't because of the ravishingly royal appearance that engulfed it with a princely charm to swoon for - the succulent layers of nutrition that made the tongue salivate longingly in anticipation of the tiniest of contact ,
It intransigently wasn't because of the fact that the day had been overwhelmingly exhausted and famished - prompting an ecstatic push for the dining table as soon as the footsteps reached the threshold of gregariously sweet home ,
It dogmatically wasn't because of the sumptuous fillings of delicately dribbling curry that painstakingly cascaded from the main course - suddenly empowering the desire to symbiotically exist with counterpart man on earth ,
It irretrievably wasn't because of the multitude of culinary embellishments that adorned its periphery - making it resemble a platter served in the choicest of castles and to the most magnificently invincible of Kings and Queens on planet earth ,
It certainly wasn't because it triggered an optimistically artistic desire of sketching unparalleled beauty around you - with its lavishly grand helpings sensitively strewn and blended raw with rustic fruit ,
It intractably wasn't because of its astoundingly rich nutritious value highly recommended by the best in their respective fields - that could wonderfully replenish and gorgeously harness the deteriorating bones of aged existence ,
It truly wasn't because its enamoring recipe had won virtually every conceivable International award and felicitation - before pompously filling in the barren recesses of the famished plates laid rather nonchalantly on the dinner table ,
It irrevocably wasn't because of hype and mystery enshrouding it that had culminated perseveringly as the day had unveiled - with inconspicuous tid - bits and chatter from family members of what was in store for supper adding exorbitantly to the already charged up atmosphere ,
It earnestly wasn't because it had thrown monotonous strictness out of the window - as the most sonorously disciplined of adults - ravenously indulged into tearing it apart into minuscule pieces of digestion - before eventually swallowing it with unabashed glee ,
It simply wasn't because it profoundly inspired you to become a poet - interweave and embody verse of the highest perceivable imagination in praise of its compassionate aura ;dainty structure ; texture and transiently adorable charm ,
It sagaciously wasn't because of the impromptu occasion that transpired because of it being gloriously laid - as members of the family rejoiced and reveled in each other's company sitting across the table - as the night unfurled in its majestically voluptuous color ,
It obstinately wasn't because of the uninhibited feast that it provided to fantasizing entities around - as they experienced sheer tranquility after having consumed it - pacifying the most ethereal of their apprehensions with the enrichment of taste ,
It solidly wasn't because of the spectacular vitality that it permeated the lividly exasperated body with - the same physical form which had decayed into a disheveled heap a little while ago - out of sheer agony and hunger triggered by the parasitic meanness of the mortal world ,
It undoubtedly wasn't because of the goodwill and extraordinary hospitality that it successfully generated - even as the uncalled for neighborhood urchins were fantastically drawn towards it and ate it ; as if there wasn't going to be a meal in near future ,
It incorrigibly wasn't because of the flattery and the untainted adoration that diligently admired my hard work - to be able to earn such a succulent princely spread of eatery at the fag end of the assiduously hard earned day ,
It promisingly wasn't because of that contented handshake that came from the other side as soon as the meal got over - rendering me in indescribable rhapsody as all measly past differences with my friend were now resolved - and this is exactly what a thoroughly reinvigorating meal had the power to do ,
It really wasn't because it was a part of that sporadic celebration that happened in moment of joyous triumph - bringing distant family and outsiders irrespective of caste , creed , color and tribe - to relish the marvelously salubrious chunks of home cooked delicacy ,
But I merrily had it , relished it , romanticized about it , savored it to absolute glory - because she had made my food with love .
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| »My daughters fascinating pillow |
She hugged it tight to her adorably tiny chest - as fierce thunderstorms and lightening announced the onset of the profoundly vivacious monsoon,
She carried it like the most invincibly cherished of her toys - fantastically bemused by its spongy texture and compassionate friendship - kissing its rotund periphery with her nimble lips,
She unabashedly chided it for being transiently lost - as she found it after an excruciating search from amongst her plethora of toys of multitudinal shapes and fraternities - immediately hiding it in her cup-board - so that none could inadvertently venture it out again,
She cuddled close to it like it was the best of her friends - joyously assimilating her daily dose of several varied colorful cartoon characters and films - alongwith her favorite platter of wondrously tantalizing snacks ; ofcourse ,
She uninhibitedly tossed it high up in the air and then darted at electric speeds to catch it safely in her impeccably dainty arms ; at times also allowing it have a free fall and then burst into laughter as it timidly bounced,
She used it as one of her most creative hotspot's - scribbling and embodying its surface with every conceivable graffiti that her innocuous brain could conceive - letting her ingenious kid fingers vividly sketch upon it with color; paint; gratitude and inimitable charm,
She sporadically involved it in her impetuously playful fights - hurling it an incongruous left ; right and center to differentiate her own little toy territory in her room from the rest ; eventually collapsing on the floor in sheer and exuberant exhaustion ,
She proudly brandished it criss-crossed in open space - as if she was a fearless soldier marching towards the corridors of victory - her very own fantasy triumph which was amiably frolicking with her parents and savoring her reinvigorating dollops of lime candy ice - cream ; towards the end of the blissful day ,
She mischievously patted it with all her minuscule might - to tease her pet dog as he patiently knelt on his hind legs as a mark of distinguished respect to her - and then she caressed him on his convivial ears and merrily gallivanted of to play with him on the open terrace ,
She nonchalantly kicked it to express her frustration as the electricity went out - more so ; since she knew that neither would it experience even the most insouciant of pain - nor would she harm herself in anyway ,
She used it as her most unfettered and darling punching bag - childishly pummeling those prized fists of hers into royal cotton fabric - as she relished her earthly freedom to its natural and unfettered best ,
She intermittently took it alongwith her in the car - as she leaned her full weight upon it to perch like a princess and fantasize goodness - as the vehicle majestically sped through the wilderness of the intrepid streets ; interspersed with motley traffic ,
She made it the most fantabulously decorated roof of her playhouse - with the walls made of rustic straw, stick, lace, plastic, cap, paper and whatever worthily intriguing object that she could lay her hands upon - as she entered her thrilling abode with her impeccably loved friend,
She sank deep within its cozily empowering recesses when tired after the evening's play - and then beautifully shrugged herself to complete her school work with utmost sincerity - greet the new tomorrow with philanthropy and astounding creativity,
She deliberately plucked at its stitching and ripped apart its cover to threadbare junk - to roll upon it ; in its gloriously bohemian baldness - and then beautify it with a richly embroidered cloth of her very own stellar choice ,
She narrated her different stories about her experience with it with mortally unmatched aplomb - which could almost be published as a book by some of the best publishers in the world ; as she happily jostled on the tree on the absolute edge of the magnificently plush lawn ,
She languished in its unparalleled serenity in her moments of silence - then came up with some of the most comic anecdotes of her trysts with existence - spontaneously rushing to hug those cherished to her as she felt earnestly versatile ,
I , her father, simply adored her benevolent feelings towards it ,
But she, my cute daughter, truly loved her fascinating Pillow .
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| »Love Poetry - Poem for true romance - She really loved you . |
She irrefutably loved it when you lavishly admired her toes ; adroitly fitted them with the most tantalizingly silver amulets – that lent sensuous charm to her impoverished existence,
She unbelievably loved it when you gently held her palms – eclectically traced her destiny lines on her velvety skin – added unparalleled meaning to her life with your ecstatic charisma,
She wondrously loved it when you snuggled close to her during when the earthquake struck – were her invincible pillar of support and royally replenished her desire with friendship,
She profoundly loved it when you admired the artistry that unfolded as she descended the rustic steps – and more so because you said that infront of several of your other girlfriends – magnanimously deserving ,
She unhesitatingly loved it when you ran your fingers through her ravishing hair just moistened by fresh first thundershowers of the monsoon – and which ignited her to feel the ecstasy in the wind blowing gustily around ,
She truly loved it when you exhorted her to sit down amidst the bountifully green environs – and then sketched the most immaculately bewildering portrait of her - that all your talent could ever muster,
She uninhibitedly loved it when you shared meal with her in the same plate – which though disintegrated and bohemian – enthralled with the variedly ebullient ingredients of companionship,
She unabashedly loved it when you audaciously shouted at any human who acted deplorably with her – took her far away from the pandemonium of the congested streets – within the fantabulous wilderness of the hills,
She innocuously loved it when you embraced her unassailably close to your chest – humming her most favorite song as your pristine lips grazed her astoundingly gregarious ears,
She compassionately loved it when you mischievously pecked her on the cheek and ran away – soon returned back to dance with her - breaking barriers of caste; creed; color and tribe – to revel in the flames of seductive romance,
She indisputably loved it when you called her amazingly versatile for those inconspicuous toys of different shapes and sizes ; that she’d crafted of clay – empowering the lives of disastrously abandoned children with mellifluous triumph ,
She joyously loved it when you penned an impromptu poem on her – emanating like the natural currents of the frostily virgin waterfall – as she placidly perched herself on the meadow of desire and fantasized for goodness,
She effulgently loved it when you wholesomely shrugged off all your stringent societal formalities infront of her ; divulging your true and unrestricted self to her – which was infact her greatest richness to cherish on this beautiful planet,
She brilliantly loved it when you instantaneously tore a part of your expensive shirt to wrap around her fresh wound – informally carried her on your philanthropic shoulders to her dwelling as she amiably wrapped her arms around you ,
She splendidly loved it when you proposed her out for the best date of her life – and then instead of presenting her with spuriously costly and feckless jewelry – gifted her a letter conveying your truest feelings for her – just as the Sun royally set and the magnificently phlegmatic night arrived,
She adorably loved it when you sincerely applauded her inimitably melodious voice - which won over prejudice with its naturally articulate tune of love – mesmerized the fabric of humanity towards an optimistically benevolent tomorrow,
She fabulously loved it when you fearlessly and most gladly traversed with her to the places she wanted – rendering her the most vibrantly faithful company that she could ever perceive of – and your artistic wittiness ensuring that she merrily jostled towards undefeated positivity,
She unquestionably loved it when you kissed her – and the enamoring sweetness of your togetherness – which then propounded a unique proposal infront of the world – that which was of the ‘Religion of humanity’ ,
But inspite of all this – she would still hate you if you didn’t say the real thing pretty soon – those majestically unconquerable words to solemnize your sincerity and truthful relationship – those unmatched pearls of joy which were one of the most ultimate mortal gifts in a girl’s existence – those blissfully bonding words that so gloriously resuscitated the various desolate pathways of life – those alphabets which were ofcourse – “ I Love you ” .
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| »Save your love . Save water . |
You profoundly relished it when it struck the brutally emaciated pores of your impoverished skin – as you uninhibitedly rolled under the cistern that cascaded down the mountain slope,
You saluted it as it unabashedly stormed your lavatory seat – making every trace of filthiness entirely disappear in lightening traces of time – and then quietly fade as you closed the flush ,
You were poignantly enamored when it fell ecstatically f rom the fantabulous sky – mollifying you from the tyrannically lambasting man-made adulteration; smoke ; pollution and industrial heat ,
You wondrously adored it whilst sprinkling it on the dust laden leaves and scorched trees – and then experience an unparalleled contentment of surviving in symbiotic glory with the royal natural habitat,
You felt modestly philanthropic as you poured it into empty glasses desperately held by orphans on the street – as serving humanity was one of the most quintessential reasons of your blessed existence ,
You rhapsodically danced as you blended it with a gargantuan cube of ice and left it in a tub - for birds to bathe and feast - as the Sun flamboyantly ignited a most piously brilliant afternoon,
You felt sensuously fantastic and jubilant to strive towards success after bathing in it – as the rays of a brand new effulgent dawn ushered you to find your own benevolently inimitable identity on the planet ,
You suddenly and spontaneously felt beautiful after washing your face with it – for when the tawdrily spurious layers of deplorable cream ; powder ; scent and lipstick peeled out – there you lay in your ravishingly unscathed charm – under the cover of a nakedly seductive night ,
You ebulliently liked it - when it granted your siblings that much needed reprieve in swelteringly burning summer – as they thoroughly splashed themselves with it – and then welcomed the torching heat in invincible friendship,
You felt genuinely intrigued when you sprayed it with compassionate fury across the freshly ploughed fields – as the seasoned hosepipe in your palms exposed you to newer dimensions of kindness – and the seed inside the mud became your best friend ,
You were endearingly mesmerized at the ripples that were formed on its surface – as you joyously hurled a harmless pebble on it horizontally and then witnessed it skid with artistic grace – before eventually sinking to the rock bottom,
You were magnetically enthralled when you kissed it – as it became your sincerest companion when you needed to celebrate triumph for goodness – and you hugged it in amiable brotherhood – though it inevitably slipped ,
You felt an unparalleled desire to be closer to your rudiments - as you envisaged a house by its side – which though was threadbare and bohemian - but which befriended and nourished you amidst the natural wilderness with tantalizing calm,
You emphatically admired it for so tranquilly dousing the hideous flames – and becoming an instant hero amongst the hapless people assembled by their woefully burning building – and as the fire – extinguisher had despicably failed ,
You victoriously applauded it for bringing about undefeated friendship – as people of all religions ; castes ; creed ; color ; faiths and tribes – unhesitatingly proceeded to dip in it – and get rid of inconsequential difference ,
You gratefully cherished the awe-inspiringly varied sounds it made as it filled your barren overhead tank – replacing the worthless emptiness within the lifeless walls – with one of the most indispensable mortal elixir to nourish life ,
But you loved it the most when you drank it and suckled at it like a freshly born child – whether it be after your meal or before it – as it revitalized you to pursue the path of righteousness and charismatic brotherhood ,
Therefore won’t you protect your true lover from being destroyed ; rebuked ; slapped and unnecessarily spilled .
Do your naturally unfettered and earnest best . Do something good when you truly feel for it .
Save your love . Save Water .
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| »Chalk Stick . |
Hapless and diminutive – yet it invincibly thrilled you as it landed
astounding close to your silhouette – reminding you of those
uninhibited school days when the teacher had whirled it at you – for
crassly unfinished homework ,
Bland and Corrugated – yet it was the most indispensable ingredient in
a teacher’s armory of various paraphernalia even in today’s age of
super computers – as she commenced her lecture buoyantly dashing it
across the black – board ,
Insipid and boring – yet it empowered you to express yourself in
writing wherever you wanted – be it the rustically threadbare and
rotting rock or the nondescript office wall that wasted away amidst
sonorous silence,
Lackluster and nonliving – yet it made you frolic around like a
freshly born infant – as you smashed it in its entirety to build the
measly toy castle on your table – just before the corporate honchos
were about to enter to start the commercially livid day ,
Plain and nonchalant – yet an optimistic backbone of your mortally
nothing existence – as you used it to gleefully scribble at atleast
some point of time in your life – in the disdainful absence of your
conventionally stereotypical pen,
Asymmetrical and stub – yet inspiring you to indulge your artistic
talent with aplomb – as you unabashedly sketched virtually any
intriguing shape from imagination on the floor with it – eventually
resulting into a masterpiece collage of tantalizingly brilliant
creativity,
Deplorable and dusty – yet marvelously easing you out from various
financial crisis in life with child like ease – as you rolled it
majestically with your fingers and merrily devoured your nocturnal
meal ,
Short and stingy – yet stimulating you to fantasize about the
extraordinarily blessed goodness of existence and its myriad hues – as
you thrust bulk of your weight upon it via your chin – and it snapped
instantaneously into bits of oblivion,
Orphaned and Desolate – yet it proved to be an unassailably charmed
savior as you lost your trail in the meandering forest – and marked
your inimitable identity with it – for the rescue team to reach you as
soon as possible ,
Unkempt and frail – yet it rekindled the speed of the in-built laptop
mouse to lightening fast – as you rubbed a fraction of it upon the
same – and then traversed the wondrously smoothened periphery ,
Sloppy and unimaginative – yet it granted instant authority to your
otherwise sweat mopped palms as you grasped it tight – and scurried
across the table to highlight the key point of the presentation with
its dangling end,
Unsubstantiated and penniless – yet it seemed to be the most perfect
present that you could’ve ever gifted to your old college professor –
as he fondly reminisced those glorious teaching moments of his life –
scribbling articulately and rapidly with it on the curriculum board ,
Harried and Unrewarded – yet it gorgeously helped you pen an entire
book of your variedly benevolent thoughts ; spontaneously on the park
bench – with an ecstatically replenishing backdrop of trees and grass
as your fecund friends,
Unpretentious and Raw – yet it proved to be the most eclectic
drumstick when you drove out with your friends and they exuberantly
tapped it to produce sound – rejoicing in the aisles of desire - as
the night beckoned you into the freshness of a golden new sublime dawn,
Measly and voiceless – yet it meant unconquerably cherished to you as
the referee drew the start and finishing lines with it – and you
galloped forward in the race to triumph unfettered – go past the white
mark which looked its admirable best ,
Unacknowledged and discarded – yet it permeated that quintessential
thought of hope ; peace ; betterment and humanity – with its
pristinely innocuous white a much needed respite – as the electricity
abandoned you in the middle of the arid night ,
Feckless and solitary – yet it irrefutably triggered you to help
humanity in the best of your natural capacity – just as it reduced to
nothing without any regret – after being used by the society for its
various indispensably good deeds and needs ,
Ordinary and Artificial – yet it held its own unduplicated identity in
this fantabulous age of digital enhancement ; when full fledged
enterprises thrived on the internet – and it lay unmatched - alongside
the most modern of contraptions ; on the writing desk ,
Please welcome this uncelebrated hero of our age – the ‘Chalk Stick’ .
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| »Saluting the street dogs . |
You unsparingly reprimanded them when they ferociously barked – mischievously chased other damsels of their fraternity and indulged in the most uncivilized of fights,
You lambasted them – instantaneously unbuckling your waist belts - for chasing your car down the quiet highway; annoyed that its flamboyant splendor was marred by the unscrupulous behavior,
You ; at occasions ; drove at breakneck speeds – thrusting the reason to be an emergency – and mowed through their peaceful abodes which were haphazardly strewn across the orphaned road,
You hurled stones randomly on their innocuous bodies – on the spurious pretexts of them being besmirched with dirt and debris from the gutters – and intruding the spotless environs around you with their hapless demeanor,
You incorrigibly refused to touch them or any part of their body even an insouciant iota – scientifically quoting the fact that this could lead to rabies and a host of unceremonious disease – with statesmanly like pride,
You sprayed the most opulent of your perfume in the air if they trespassed your house walls uninvited – terming the stench that thereby emanated as abhorrently unbearable – though you yourself hadn’t taken a bath since many days ,
You had the best laugh of your life as they traumatically wailed on the pavement beside you – sadistically consoling yourself of emphatic victory for the day – though the boss had just nonchalantly fired you ,
You took excruciating effort to find the contact details of those government vans who could uncouthly pick them up from your locality – complaining against the dirt ; disease ; unhygienic conditions ; and waste that they spread – and surprisingly this was the only matter you found worthy in your existence to rebel,
You side-lined them as the lowest strata of the society – an irascible menace to every religion existing under the Sun ; barbarically shutting the doors on their mouth - even as you rejoiced and celebrated bounteous opportunities of survival,
You took potshots at them with your freshly purchased air-gun – placing apples and other nondescriptly sized objects on their heads – as this placed you in a princely pedestal ; not ever mustering the courage to sit a real throne,
You horrendously spat at them – saliva which at instances was laced with obnoxious chewing gum ; tobacco ; discarded food and pernicious tooth prick – as this made you feel seated behind the luxurious wheel of the limousine – though you were currently driving the laborious bicycle,
You used their name as a vindictively hurled expletive – lividly abusing your colleagues with the same – as how to react alternatively and express your emotions never crossed your prejudiced thought,
You took their photographs not to sympathize or flatter – but depict the abysmal state of poverty in your country that could go ahead and win an Oscar – and also because they were earnestly happy to oblige ,
You snatched the succulently tantalizing meals they received sporadically from philanthropists – wisely declaring that these didn’t befit them – when the abject reality was that the hole in your own plate had just gotten a trifle bigger,
You mercilessly beat them with approximately the same sized and complexioned stick that your counterpart had hit you with – for here there was not the tiniest of reprisal as you flaunted your non-existent bravado – and yet you felt you’d had your revenge,
You ferociously kicked them left, right and center as you walked the muddy trail – as if they were barricades of loose sand that hampered your path – at the same instant also giving you an opportunity to demonstrate your powerless might,
You bizarrely held their impeccable new born kids by their feet upside down – to worthlessly demonstrate how helpless they were in this gargantuan world – whereas God was; is and shall be; the ultimate master and invincible decision maker of his entire planet ,
You brutally sold them to unsuspecting foreigners who presumed they were yours – as you artificially cuddled them in your lap – to earn that indispensable currency coin and consume that quintessential meal to survive ,
Yet . And ironically . You ; still salute these ‘Street dogs’ whom you pugnaciously abandoned and hideously punched – as they guarded you in their own inimitable natural capacity in the thick of the blackened night – and then their discordant growl was the sweetest sound to your ears ; as you knew their mortal forms were there to protect you – even as the thieves crept .
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| »Cute Creases . |
They were marvelously royal undulations that broke the tyrannical
monotony of commercialized success – with magnanimous ease ,
They poignantly depicted those unbelievably ecstatic moments which
when blended with rhapsodic fantasy – constituted the newly wed
couples tryst with unparalleled delight,
They were a subject of awe-inspiring intrigue – leading to various
perceptions as to how they must’ve occurred – as people perched at the
edge of the king poster bed,
They effortlessly led the human panache – into the recesses of
uncannily plush imagination – into a land where impeccable pearls
cascaded unabashedly on layers of seductive existence,
They were majestic figments of impromptu artistry – evolving on their
own as sensuous silhouettes twisted and turned – in a natural desire
to rest in their journey on earth,
They held their very own inimitable identity – protruding like dainty
non-living prince and princesses – amidst the gargantuan expanse of
the silken sheet,
They uninhibitedly portrayed – that there was romantic existence
beyond ruthless realms of tawdrily barbarous office – which was an
indispensable constituent to be enjoyed ,
They appeared brilliantly charismatic and replenished with charmed
fables of the yesteryear – as the Sun’s blistering rays caressed them
in the thick of the afternoon,
They might’ve been inconspicuously withering in size – but swelled up
into a formidably united cluster of togetherness – when beaten or
ironed or rattled or mauled,
They were a true artist’s delight – his quintessential source of
inspiration as he danced his flamboyant paintbrush upon the barren
canvas – nudging and tickling them with his thumb and little finger,
They were a lover’s flight of triumphant fantasy – as he sprinkled
petals of profoundly scarlet rose beside them – to form an enamoring
oasis that lit up the serene night,
They mollified even the tiniest ounces of apprehension with their
phlegmatic twirls ; curls ; swirls and furls – dancing in unfettered
abandon as the exuberant breeze slapped on their dead periphery,
They personified the true spirit of unmatched independence – a
classical example of an untidiness which appeared a darling amidst a
monstrous rat-race to survive,
They were the philanthropic road taken – tantalizing the goodness of a
person to come forth – to come good – after a rejuvenating night’s
sleep ; rolling against them,
They formed so tranquilly without an ounce of extra effort or
agonizing manual pain – unlike their counterpart concrete tiled peaks
which took assiduous expertise and skill of masons; working on the
sloping roof of the house,
They followed no particular religion as they were an artificially dead
mass – though people bonded majestically into the religion of
invincible humanity – rolling and spontaneously whistling - on them ,
They added that indispensably vivid splice to the photographs snapped
– blissfully blended in the Kingly backdrop of the wall; curtain;
window and pillow,
They looked exuberantly endearing with butterflies and birds nestled
on them ; perceiving their minuscule peaks as hillocks to have a
ravishing feast upon ,
Thus - it is my humble plea to you benevolent people – that please
don’t straighten these immaculately princely “Creases” – that lay
perched so non-invasively on your fabulously unmade bedsheets .
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| »To My Mother – Best wishes on your fascinating Birthday . |
The lady that personified unassailable grace , treading on the most impeccable marble of her choice,
The wife who was irrefutably loyal to her husband , in the motley situations that the exhilarating chapter of life had to offer,
The dutiful patron who embellished various spaces of her aristocratic farmhouse , with the choicest artifacts, figurines, statuettes and shrubs that she found with ease,
The daughter who skipped meals sporadically; earnestly concerned about her mother’s health; which was one of her most predominant priority as of now,
The uninhibited shopper who took rhapsodic delight in replenishing the shelves of her household – with the most robustly royal fruits to devour,
The grandmother who absolutely and profoundly doted on her grandchild , fulfilling the tiniest of her demands with toys befitting a grandiose princess,
The astounding philanthropist who would often lend all her meals to brutally famished street dogs and cats – and then cuddle them as if they were an inevitable constituent of her family,
The fantasizer who granted invincibly concrete shapes to her beautiful myriad of thoughts ; as she persevered in her natural capacity to salvage her very own inimitable identity on the trajectory of this planet,
The friend who patiently listened to the unprecedented agonies of her mates – empowered their lives with her intriguing jokes; wit; laughter and congenial charisma,
The aunt who was ready impromptu to shoulder responsibility of the most distant of her relatives ; without the slightest trace of prejudice and malice – and as life demanded her to benevolently react,
The mother-in-law who had her share of irate squabbles with her daughter-in-law which was perfectly natural ; but yet at the same time made her welcome at home as she’d come far away leaving her own abode,
And most importantly ‘my mother’ for whom I was the unconquered best in the world – no matter what anyone said- and her belief in my poetry being the quintessential backbone of my impoverished mortal existence,
Here’s wishing you a very ‘Happy Birthday’ on this joyously enthralling day of the 24th March , 2010 .
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| »Let them get married . |
A poem to sensitize those people who enter marriage ceremonies with
the sarcastic intention of castigating the couple about to be
blissfully wedded .
Shouldn’t he have put a trifle more of powder on his cheeks – as they
appeared an edge too shoddy for spinning intrigue?
Shouldn’t she have dipped her face in pure lemon extract ; in order to
render that irresistibly profound glow over her otherwise bedraggled
contours .
Shouldn’t he have opted for that clandestinely charming hair dye –
transforming his unruly strands from a nondescript black to a majestic
red?
Shouldn’t she have left her hair uninhibited and ravishingly waving in
exuberant wisps of breeze – rather than stingily tying them up into an
impoverished looking bun .
Shouldn’t he have worn those royally swashbuckling sunglasses – that
would’ve blown away the daylights of every nimble damsel in poignant
vicinity?
Shouldn’t she have left her eyes beautifully bare and in their rustic
glory – rather than unnecessarily smudging them with abominable
mascara.
Shouldn’t he have stringently clipped the unruly strands of hair
protruding from his ear – employing the services of the most
contemporary of saloons ?
Shouldn’t she have worn earrings of aristocratically pure gold –
rather than letting traditional threads of simpleton black dangle
languidly and dulling the ambience which seemed already dead .
Shouldn’t he have worn that pompously purple scarf round his neck –
that’d have displayed his gentlemanly streak ; lost as of now in the
horrendously hardcore business suit ?
Shouldn’t she have chosen a dress which was more in snobbish
satisfaction rather than the gaudy color that she now wore –
unleashing her unceremoniously slapstick
choice .
Shouldn’t he have worn feather shaped boots perpetuating that true
tryst with royalty which he richly deserved – rather than
transgressing on the reception stage barefoot to create a mockery of a
hype ?
Shouldn’t she have worn queenly slippers that vividly demonstrated her
fantastically proportioned height – rather than create a pandemonium
with her noisy high-heeled sandals – that made her shoot ridiculously
through the roof .
Shouldn’t he have worn plain rings of eclectic sizes that set the
night ablaze with gaiety and style – rather than deliberately
demonstrating the masculinity of his bohemian hand?
Shouldn’t she have left her palms pristinely barren as she’d come into
this planet – rather than embedding them with a motley of every
conceivable tattoo available over the shelf – to stand out amidst the
celebrities of the town .
Shouldn’t he have shaved the parsimoniously extruding stubs of his
beard and moustache – rather than appearing like a clown who genuinely
wanted to entertain people flocked around ?
Shouldn’t she have puffed fragrant powder on her face atleast – rather
than deserting it with nonchalant soap – and then let mosquitoes find
a feasible space to feast on her demure silhouette .
Shouldn’t he have carried a princely pen in his waist pocket – rather
than deplorably borrowing the same and then squandering in shame - to
sign all associated legalities?
Shouldn’t she have meticulously fitted a purse to make her attire look
enthralling– and at the same time appear a perfect symbol of societal
sophistication – complete .
Shouldn’t he have brandished a traditional sword to blend in
magnificently with his jubilant persona – rather than walk the red
carpet with shoulders hunched in the unpredictability of tomorrow ?
Shouldn’t she have built her stage as an invincibly alluring helipad –
ushering in a high powered aircraft straight into the avenue – and
leaving photographers / relatives in stunned delight .
Shouldn’t he have played the perfect host of melanging with the crowd
which had come so optimistically from remote corners of the town –
displaying some hospitability - rather than sonorously contemplating
as to when these spurious formalities would come to an abrupt end ?
Shouldn’t she have stayed as silent as white ice that personified high
class dignity at its best – rather than giving her piece of cynical
advise interspersed with abuse towards those who’d come uninvited .
Shouldn’t he have hugged her first – rather than fiercely tugging at
his rather atrociously oversized suit – in mere apprehension of it
leaving his frail silhouette anytime ?
Shouldn’t she also have hugged him first – rather than adjusting her
morosely flattened make-up – which in the process became more
pathetically beleaguered than ever before .
Hey Folks . Its time for you to involve yourself into other and better
pastimes .
There they were – both of them innocently about to enter into threads
of holy matrimony – least bothered about their appearances today, when
the most important thing in the world to them was to marry by God’s
grace ,
Therefore give them a break . Let them get married .
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The road appeared to be nervously slithering stretch of non-chalant black,
Why not paint its surface with sparkling paint of majestic black , perpetuate its haplessly chapped periphery with the goodness of nourishing tar curry and handsome soot .
The chair inexorably creaked at the tiniest of weight straddling it ; limping in gruesome disdain as if it would collapse any moment,
Why not reinforce its languidly decrepit body with screws and shiny nails , spray its exteriors and intricate interiors with that much needed coat of lubricant oil .
The computer miserably stuttered; fumbled; squandered and shut down almost immediately after starting it ; unable to bear the weight of a battalion of programs and files installed,
Why not install the most ingenious of anti virus available in the contemporary planet today ; and then witness it bouncing back to life with uninhibited gusto and impeccable charm.
The walls nervously trembled at the tiniest draught of wind ; in bizarre circumspection of whether ever would they witness another fresh optimistic dawn,
Why not invincibly strengthen them with handsomely blended cement and mortar , so that they became a bountiful fortress of vitality against the most obnoxious of enemy attack .
The fragment of kite paper flagrantly fretted and fumed as the string attached to it ; kept tearing it all the more; every now and again as it tried to gain altitude,
Why not agglutinate its torn ends with wondrously poignant glue , and then let it fly unabashedly high as you tugged its thread ; in misty blue currents of the royally enamoring sky .
The gaudily striped shirt resembled a shabbily attired gutter pipe; with holes of every possible dimension besmirching its innocuous silhouette like a dreadfully salacious parasite,
Why not make the best use of needle and articulate white thread, stitch every gaping incongruity to perfection and then wear the same cloth – now befitting to be worn by an undefeated prince .
The mirror reflected back a distorted heap of remorsefully mangled junk , as its body was shattered into incongruous recesses of nothingness with passing years of neglect and street urchins hurling many a stray stone,
Why not replace it with a dazzling new glass of crystal contentment – so that it not only retained its own inimitable integrity but also displayed the candid truth infront of it .
The once upon a time King-sized and plush mahogany table now staggered towards grotesque ruination – with a layer of incorrigible dust destructively maligning its surface; legs; bottom and sides ,
Why not take gargantuan swathes of coarse cloth – profoundly dip the same into a tub of stringent detergent soap – and then use the same to vigorously clean ; so that the table was used for royal dinner and meeting up dignitaries from all walks of life.
The quaint scooter broke many a sturdy shoe – as it simply denied to start even after exerting Herculean pressure and persistence upon its scraggily dilapidated pedal and engine ,
Why not give it for routine servicing and repair – which’d ensure it exuberantly surged forward like a rocket – and spared many impoverished pockets the ignominy of buying new footwear .
The television remote lay sulking in a sultry corner of the household – having just been tagged as an ‘ idiot good for nothing’ – banged out of sight as it refrained from changing the entertainment channels - which had become such an integral part of today’s life,
Why not insert a pair of vibrantly fresh batteries into it – and then witness it become the darling of everyone – including the corporate honcho who kept it tucked tightly beside his pillow alongwith his mobile .
The pen vindictively tore almost a sheaf of brand new printer paper ; without even embossing a word – at the end finding itself into the dustbin – which would eventually be emptied into bits of asymmetrical nothingness,
Why not adorn it with a new nib and cap to prevent it from drying when it was needed the most – and then witness it pen down the most astoundingly brilliant lines of love poetry ; for lovers and friends, alike .
The blackboard looked abominably dirty and a reproachful mess – with students of all classes and sizes instantaneously shunting it ; resorting to the cooler and rejuvenating confines of the canteen instead,
Why not get the duster and some plain water – scrub it thoroughly from all sides – so that it resembled a freshly laden track – awaiting to be tread .
The matchstick simply didn’t muster the guts to alight into a flame – as it found itself abusively hurled into the soggiest corner of trashcan by its impatient master,
Why not compassionately pick it up – completely dry the corners of its matchbox whose wetness were preventing it from catching fire – and then watch it setting the frigid darkness ablaze with its charismatically fiery flame .
As if your doing all of this goodness - mattered even an insouciant trifle to all of these non-living objects such as the - ‘road’, ‘chair’, ‘computer’, ‘walls’, ‘kite-paper’, ‘shirt’, ‘mirror’, ‘table’, ‘scooter’, ‘television remote’ , ‘pen’, ‘blackboard’ , ‘matchstick’ - described above and several of such other non-living objects that strike your imagination impromptu , as of now ,
For these objects didn’t have the slightest of life – and though it’d be good if you found time to refurbish and resurrect them if they broke – it wouldn’t stir any emotion in them at all – since they were dead and would remain dead ,
But what would truly make a difference and would bring about a revolution in mortal existence - is your being good; kind; lovable, religiously tolerant, truthful and humanitarian in your natural capacity with those humans ‘Living’ around you – to bond in the religion of humanity.
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