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»No Heart except hers

 

No hands to caress my nape except hers; tantalizingly
tingling every famished pore of my drearily exhausted
and lackadaisically hanging skin,

No eyes to sight my countenance except hers; as she
made me feel like a majestically unparalleled king;
with each of her tumultuously ardent stares,

No lips to kiss me except hers; transiting me into a
land of enchantingly fragrant paradise; as she
vivaciously smooched the contours of my devastatingly
dithering lips,

No ears to hear me except hers; as she made every word
that I spoke more Omnipotent than the Almighty Lord;
sensuously discerning the unfathomably overwhelming
compassion in my rhythmic sounds,

No voice to console me except hers; as she transformed
my lugubriously acrimonious visage into realms of
everlasting fantasy; with the exuberantly rhapsodic
melody that wafted from the innermost arenas of her
fabulously ingratiating throat,

No strength to support me except hers; as she
miraculously rejuvenated each of my treacherously
dwindling senses; with the irrefutably patriotic ardor
in her royally emphatic footsteps,
No nails to scratch me except hers; as she
boisterously weaved her titillatingly teasing fingers
through the impoverished caricature of my ribs;
nostalgically transiting me back; into the cradle of
impeccable childhood,

No teeth to nibble my skin except hers; as she
triggered fireballs of untamed euphoria through every
iota of my bloodstream; escalating me above the clouds
of bountiful freedom; to dance with the ultimate
angels of humanity,

No hair to swish me except hers; as she marvelously
cascaded the fathomlessly voluptuous sheet of
follicles over my rubicund cheeks; seducing me into a
cavern of uninhibitedly unprecedented excitement,

No belly to dance with me except hers; resplendently
gyrating with me under milky rivers of ecstatic
moonlight; even as the atmosphere slept in the
perpetual stillness; of the serenely star studded
night,

No neck to lean upon me except hers; as she
astoundingly drifted me into a world of ebulliently
melodious enthrallment; mischievously flirting with me
behind the ethereally dusk enveloped hills,

No destiny intertwining with me except hers; as she
handsomely spawned the chapter of our holistic
existence; on the paths of impregnably alluring
triumph; be it brilliant day or the insurmountably
forlorn night,

No whistle to intrigue me except hers; as she
unfathomably incarcerated every element of my
penuriously trembling demeanor; in the blanket of
enigma mystically embracing her unassailably priceless
soul,

No fantasy to drown me except hers; as she deluged
each cranny of my devastatingly bedraggled flesh; with
unconquerable infernos of; vibrantly eternal and
flamboyant desire,

No whispers to seduce me except hers; as she
majestically led me on a ravishingly glorious
expedition of timeless beauty; bequeathing a rainbow
of blissful contentment; over my deplorably
extinguishing shadows,

No saliva to tickle my skin except hers; as she
profusely slavered on my indigently starved skin in
her divinely deep sleep; transforming me into a cloud
of torrentially showering excitement and unrelenting
pleasure,

No conscience to lead me except hers; as she
enlightened each path that I dared to tread my
painstakingly bleary foot on; with unfathomable rays
of optimistically sparkling hope and beautiful
belonging,

No breath to impart me life except hers; as she
chivalrously bestowed upon me a countless more births
to celestially survive; extricating me like a
poignantly embellished prince from beneath my gorily
invidious grave,

And No heart to bond with my beats except hers; as she
taught me the most irrefutably priceless lessons of
truth; desire and unsurpassable romance; taught me to
incessantly love and let others exist in the swirl of
its immortally sacrosanct spirit….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Nothing

 

The instant I haughtily proclaimed that there was none more taller than
me
on this fathomless Universe; I was reduced to a disdainfully pulverized
mosquito; as unfathomably mammoth avalanches of ice converged upon my
staggering form from all sides,

The instant I bawdily proclaimed that there was none more fairer than
me on
this boundless Universe; I was reduced to a speck of inanely ludicrous
charcoal; as ferociously unsparing rays of the Sun licked every
conceivable
pore of my trembling skin,

The instant I spuriously proclaimed that there was none more stronger
than
me on this unceasing Universe; I was reduced to an inconspicuously
frigid
pool of spit; as impregnably inimitable mountains crushed me into
dungeons
of insipid worthlessness,

The instant I ostentatiously proclaimed that there was none more
compassionate than me on this endless Universe; I was reduced to a
bizarrely
barren and uncontrollably shivering pinch of sand; as inferno’s of
everlasting desire wholesomely burnt me in their perpetual swirl,

The instant I sanctimoniously proclaimed that there was none more
intelligent than me on this limitless Universe; I was reduced to an
infinitesimally amorphous spirit meaningless floating around; as the
enchantingly radiating constellation of stars in the sky majestically
overwhelmed the pretentious daylights of my mind,

The instant I deliriously proclaimed that there was none more eclectic
than
me on this inexhaustible Universe; I was reduced to a lugubriously
wastrel
stone; as the ravishingly unstoppable maelstrom marched uninhibited in
its
way,

The instant I parasitically proclaimed that there was none more
handsome
than me on this mystical Universe; I was reduced to an wretchedly
ethereal
shadow; as countless magically effulgent fairies descended immaculately
from
the land of silken paradise,

The instant I satanically proclaimed that there was none more wealthier
than
me on this mesmerizing Universe; I was reduced to a horrifically maimed
pauper licking dust on the bucolic streets; as the panoramically
unassailable fruits of mother nature; dimmed the last iota of light
from the
whites of my eyes,

The instant I licentiously proclaimed that there was none more
influential
than me on this timeless Universe; I was reduced to a graveyard of
dilapidated fretfulness; as inevitably devastating earthquakes snatched
the
land from beneath my feet; within lightening seconds of time,

The instant I salaciously proclaimed that there was none more
fantasizing
than me on this Herculean Universe; I was reduced to a horrendously
shattered fragment of sordid glass; as the unprecedentedly indomitable
exoticism of the clouds above miraculously overshadowed everything in
vicinity,

The instant I diabolically proclaimed that there was none more
humanitarian
than me on this magical Universe; I was reduced to a wisp of
debilitatingly
obsolete dereliction; as the holistically beautiful principles of
united
existence around left me desperately searching for my very own
abhorrent
voice,

The instant I invidiously proclaimed that there was none more fragrant
than
me on this tireless Universe; I was reduced to a decaying whisker of
dolorously decrepit fecklessness; as the stupendously Omnipotent scent
of
the rose rendered me absolutely useless for all times,

The instant I devilishly proclaimed that there was none more pious than
me
on this godly Universe; I was reduced to a pint of parsimoniously
adulterated and venomous ash; as the winds of patriotically altruistic
freedom in the atmosphere enshrouded even the most diminutive cranny of
my
withering veins,

The instant I vindictively proclaimed that there was none more
vociferous
than me on this Omnipotent Universe; I was reduced to a furtively
clandestine corpse of torturous desolation; as the unsurpassably
unconquerable roar of the jungle entirely dissolved my voice into
doldrums
of vagrant worthlessness,

The instant I sadistically proclaimed that there was none more
adventurous
than me on this magnetic Universe; I was reduced to a disastrously waif
tentacle of a lackadaisical crab; as the exhilaratingly ebullient sea
sailed
over me till times beyond infinite infinity,

The instant I beguilingly proclaimed that there was none more celestial
than
me on this indomitable Universe; I was reduced to a nonchalantly
disassociated tail of a grotesque corpse; as the effervescently
tranquil
fabric of the princely night; blinded me beyond corridors of sagacious
recognition,

The instant I sinfully proclaimed that there was none more immortal
than me
on this evergreen Universe; I was reduced to a cadaverous bellow of
disparagingly bellicose hell; as the civilizations of insuperable love;
perpetuated me to crumble in the flame of my own repugnantly redundant
prejudice,

The instant I proclaimed that there was none more everlasting than me
on
this enamoring Universe; I was reduced to a mortuary of despairingly
measly
shit; as the chapters of unavoidably destined death took complete
control
over each of my betrayingly slavering senses,









For if there is just one word to describe us living beings in front of
the
Omnisciently Creator Divine; it was nothing else but the word “
Nothing”;
and if one of his molecules like me tries to be too smart in
proclaiming
himself to be this and that instead of
“ Nothing”; then the Lord makes sure that we are indeed reduced to “
Nothing” that very moment itself; forever and ever and ever in front of
his
Perennially Unassailable grace….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»No mind should ever be wasted

 

No tree; should never ever be indiscriminately felled; replacing its
astoundingly symbiotic breeze and compassionate fertility; with
threadbare
pieces of frigidly skewed twigs; instead,

No conscience; should never ever be acridly tainted; replacing its
irrefutably unassailable spirit of divine righteousness; with
abominable
coffins of derelict corruption; instead,

No lip; should never ever be vindictively stitched; replacing its
inimitably
unparalleled ocean of smiles and eternal happiness; with bizarrely
dastardly
sorrow; instead,

No scalp; should never ever be barbarously tonsured; replacing its
sensuously vivacious flock of hair; with cadaverously invidious
baldness;
instead,

No finger; should never ever be horrifically curled; replacing its
uninhibitedly fathomless artistry; with dungeons of claustrophobically
remorseful hell; instead,

No sweat; should never ever be robotically stopped; replacing its
emolliently glorious essence of perseveringly truthful existence; with
the
cynically emotionless ice of the monotonously mechanical
air-conditioner;
instead,

No blood; should never ever be perniciously distilled; replacing its
unsurpassably poignant ardor; with the drudgery of unceremoniously
unsympathetic manipulation; instead,

No eye; should never ever be deliberately blinded; replacing its
impeccably
panoramic and limitlessly holistic capacity to sight; with amorphously
gory
mortuaries of crippling darkness; instead,

No stomach; should never ever be torturously emaciated; replacing its
robustly celestial capacity to feed the entire body; with impoverished
stones of reproachfully stymied emptiness; instead,

No ear; should never ever be vituperatively deafened; replacing its
unbelievably unfathomable sensitivity to every form of Lord’s sounds;
with
horribly stagnating dilapidation till times immemorial; instead,

No eyelash; should never ever be sadistically clipped; replacing its
unceasingly enchanting and flirtatiously mischievous flashing; with a
inanely wastrel and traumatically iconoclastic stare; instead,

No tongue; should never ever be cold-bloodedly tied; replacing its
inexhaustibly reinvigorating chirpiness; with the unbearable devils of
irretrievably distraught dumbness; instead,

No Sun; should never ever be insidiously jailed; replacing its
Omnipotently
optimistic glimmer; with the maelstroms of sinfully debilitating
darkness;
instead,

No Mother; should never ever be tyrannically adulterated; replacing her
fabric of Omnipresently insuperable belonging; with licentiously ribald
parasites of unforgivable prostitution; instead,

No shoulder; should never ever be ruthlessly compressed; replacing its
unflinchingly royal wave of selfless camaraderie; with intolerably
deteriorating debauchery; instead,

No breath; should never ever be inexorably choked; replacing its
timelessly
burgeoning enlightenment of effulgent life; with the gallows of
depravingly
ostracizing extinction; instead,

No body; should never ever be deliriously tortured; replacing its
triumphantly righteous exuberance to undauntedly surge ahead; with the
winds
of impoverishedly crumbling and lividly maniacal worthlessness;
instead,

No heart; should never ever be salaciously betrayed; replacing its
immortal
beats of perpetually bonding love; with infinite dinosaurs of
devilishness
and deceit; instead,

And No mind; should never ever be wasted; replacing its boundless
cocoons of
unrestrictedly silken fantasy and indefatigably proliferating
innovation;
with the wails of the cacophonically howling skeleton; instead….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»No New Definitions

 

When our lusciously poignant lips met; there were invincibly new definitions which were coined; of unconquerably triumphant and bountifully unlimited; desire,

When our immaculately benign eyes met; there were spell-bindingly new definitions which were coined; of pricelessly impregnable and beautifully untainted; empathy,

When our harmoniously eclectic fingers met; there were majestically new definitions which were coined; of victoriously enamoring and resplendently impeccable; artistry,

When our unabashedly blushing cheeks met; there were insuperable new definitions which were coined; of marvelously unprejudiced and piquantly unparalleled; excitement,

When our astoundingly sensitive eyelashes met; there were unbelievable new definitions which were coined; of wondrously unadulterated and pristinely immaculate; mischief,

When our effulgently burgeoning brains met; there were spectacular new definitions which were coined; of unconquerably redolent and timelessly evolving; fantasy,

When our uninhibitedly tantalizing feet met; there were unassailable new definitions which were coined; of ebulliently wild and inimitably discovering; adventure,

When our fantastically rubicund tongues met; there were incredulous new definitions which were coined; of imperially rekindling and indomitably endless; electricity,

When our incomparably princely palms met; there were revolutionary new definitions which were coined; of symbiotically enthralling and inscrutably titillating; destiny,

When our intricately flapping ears met; there were jubilant new definitions which were coined; of interminably enamoring and fabulously reinvigorating; sensitivity,

When our profoundly charged thighs met; there were undisputed new definitions which were coined; of undyingly mesmerizing and undefeatedly sparking; thunder,

When our voluptuously nubile navels met; there were unfettered new definitions which were coined; of unlimitedly charismatic and ubiquitously unshakable; sensuousness,

When our stupendously ravishing hair met; there were unbreakable new definitions which were coined; of serenely serendipitous and perennially seductive; heavenliness,

When our effervescently tender necks met; there were unchallangable new definitions which were coined; of everlastingly fructifying and universally melanging; compassion,

When our righteously humanitarian bloodstreams met; there were undefeated new definitions which were coined; of perpetually transcending and fragrantly spawning; humanity,

When our unprecedentedly aroused bellies met; there were irrefutable new definitions which were coined; of incorrigibly exuberant and handsomely unperturbed; magnetism,

When our tenderly resonating spines met; there were intransigent new definitions which were coined; of tirelessly faithful and aristocratically augmenting; belonging,

When our passionately electrified bodies met; there were ever-pervading new definitions which were coined; of stupendously affable and unstoppably immeasurable; virility,

Whilst when our immortally throbbing hearts met; there were not the tiniest of new definitions coined; as our love was not a new thing at all for this human birth of ours; but had its most Omnipotent rudiments embodied deep within our innermost heartbeats; since an infinite previous births of ours; which had been in an unimaginably different spectrum of shapes and forms…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»No Holdbacks

 

There were times when I held dogmatically back my
sleep; even though my disastrously beleaguered eyes
felt like forever popping out of their brutally
tyrannized sockets,

There were times when I irretrievably held back my
smiles; even though the corners of my lips miserably
ached to profoundly blossom; till times beyond
majestically glorious eternity,

There were times when I irrevocably held back my
hunger; even though the thunderously hedonistic
reverberations in my stomach; woke even the most
truculent of demons in the cosmos; from aisles of deep
siesta,

There were times when I stubbornly held back my
triumph; even though the Sun of blistering success;
came on my doorstep to uninhibitedly kiss my
impoverished feet,

There were times when I torturously held back my
creativity; even though unsurpassable cloudbursts of
blissfully fructifying fantasy; royally sprouted from
every conceivable cranny of my mind,

There were times when I uncaringly held back my tears;
even though countless mirrors of hapless desperation
shattered to horrendously maiming nothingness; inside
the dormitories of my weeping soul,

There were times when I resolutely held back my yawns;
even though the insurmountably unceasing bedspreads of
laziness; slowly and slowly lulled each of my senses
into a soporific lullaby,

There were times when I devoutly held back my
aspirations; even though the rhapsodically ebullient
fireball of optimistic dynamism; wholesomely
circumscribed every ingredient of my effervescent
blood,

There were times when I fanatically held back my
bravado; even though the winds of unflinching
fearlessness; indefatigably perpetuated me to fight
for justice till the very last bone down my spine
thrived,

There were times when I deliriously held back my
frolic; even though the impeccably mischievous child
in me; torturously asphyxiated to a prematurely
decrepit end,

There were times when I barbarously held back my
desires; even though the titillations of insatiable
sensuality in the pores of my skin were more
poignantly unconquerable; than streaks of regally
white lightening in scarlet sky,

There were times when I ungainly held back my
philosophies; even though the unprecedented urge to
disseminate the essence of gloriously unfettered
mankind; spawned like an insuperable fortress in every
comprehensible cranny of my countenance,

There were times when I baselessly held back my
dreams; even though the caverns of unfathomably
effulgent excitement; timelessly burgeoned in every
rivulet of crimson blood; that ecstatically encircled
my brain,

There were times when I nonsensically held back my
freedom; even though every dormitory of my mind; body
and victorious soul; wanted to timelessly kiss the
ultimate apogees of tranquilly coruscated paradise,

There were times when I immutably held back my poetry;
even though the profoundly illuminated lanterns of
bountiful sensitivity; caressed a miraculously new
high in the fabric of my life,

There were times when I bigotedly held back my fists;
even though the urge to defend myself against the
treacherously rapacious and indiscriminately marauding
monsters; rose beyond the heavens in my diminutively
nimble body,

There were times when I intransigently held back my
melody; even though the uncurbed desire to effusively
blend with the colors of panoramic nature;
passionately drifted from each word that I spoke,

There were times when I intractably held back my
breath; even though the invaluable instinct of
sustaining life; tempestuously pounded like the entire
force on this earth; upon my despairingly aggrieved
and strangulated lungs,

But at no time of my parsimoniously truncated life
could I ever hold back the beats of my endlessly
fervent heart; could I ever hold back the wave of
unshakable romance that it perennially culminated
into; could I ever dream of holding back my immortal
love for you and only you; O! Pricelessly divine
beloved….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»No Money. No Honey.

 

In today’s murderously barbarous world outside; life
without money was like that bumble bee; boisterously
buzzing and harboring unprecedented love all right;
but without even the tiniest iota of mesmerizing
honey,

In today’s satanically uncouth world outside; life
without money was like that ocean; blissfully
undulating and harboring unsurpassable love all right;
but without even the slightest pinch of tantalizing
salt,

In today’s delinquently treacherous world outside;
life without money was like that tree; celestially
breathing and harboring invincible love all right; but
without even the most diminutive trace of enchanting
fruit,

In today’s derogatorily disdainful world outside; life
without money was like that sky; endlessly extending
and harboring insurmountable love all right; but
without even the most infinitesimal trickle of
voluptuous cloud,

In today’s ignominiously salacious world outside; life
without money was like that rose; majestically crimson
and harboring unshakable love all right; but without
even the most mercurial shade of ingratiating scent,

In today’s lugubriously monotonous world outside; life
without money was like that bird; gleefully flying and
harboring unstoppable love all right; but without even
the most ethereal speck of quintessential nest,

In today’s plaintively parasitic world outside; life
without money was like that pinnacle; unflinchingly
towering and harboring perpetual love all right; but
without even the most transient ray of Omnipotent
Sunlight,

In today’s remorsefully licentious world outside; life
without money was like that eye; flirtatiously
fluttering and harboring insurmountable love all
right; but without even the most evanescent mirror of
resplendent sight,

In today’s preposterously invidious world outside;
life without money was like that well; mystically
hollow and harboring tremendous love all right; but
without even the most minuscule speck of indispensable
water,

In today’s vindictively vandalizing world outside;
life without money was like that dwelling;
incomprehensibly vast and harboring unconquerable love
all right; but without even the most reminiscent twig
of sequestering roof,

In today’s disastrously sinful world outside; life
without money was like that rainbow; artistically
appearing and harboring bountiful love all right; but
without even the most obsolete shade of vividly
enthralling color,

In today’s pathetically morose world outside; life
without money was like that waterfall; stupendously
uninhibited and harboring indomitable love all right;
but without even the most remotest fraction of spell
binding freshness,

In today’s notoriously commercial world outside; life
without money was like that candle; spell bindingly
sculptured and harboring limitless love all right; but
without even the most transient waft of eternally
optimistic flame,

In today’s venomously crippling world outside; life
without money was like that child; blissfully
burgeoning and harboring unprecedented love all right;
but without even the most infidel impression of
immaculately tantalizing mischief,

In today’s baselessly incarcerating world outside;
life without money was like that soldier;
patriotically blazing and harboring unequivocal love
all right; but without even the most inconspicuous
trace of glorious victory,

In today’s dreadfully asphyxiated world outside; life
without money was like that butterfly; harmlessly
nestled and harboring pristine love all right; but
without even the most dwindling mentions of untamed
frolic,

In today’s manipulatively sick world outside; life
without money was like that brain; astoundingly
synchronized and harboring undefeated love all right;
but without even the most ephemeral mist of exotically
fragrant fantasy,

In today’s thoughtlessly estranged world outside; life
without money was like body; tirelessly moving and
harboring insatiable love all right; but without even
the most invisible cistern of Omnisciently blessing
breath,

And in today’s miserably beleaguered world outside;
life without money was like that heart; thunderously
scarlet and harboring ecstatic love all right; but
without even the most capricious innuendos of immortal
beats….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»No Payments

 

You don’t have to pay the clouds to ecstatically rain;
torrentially shower golden droplets of ebullient
liquid; upon fathomlessly parched territories of;
desolately naked soil,

You don’t have to pay the flowers to diffuse scent;
blossom into romantically swirling mists of desire; to
blissfully bequeath their fountain of unfathomable
fragrance; to one and all; redolently alike,

You don’t have to pay the soil to fructify into fruit;
astoundingly spawn a civilization of bountiful
prosperity; a celestial township of unitedly Herculean
strength,

You don’t have to pay the wind to rhapsodically blow;
profoundly perpetuate each cranny of the despairingly
bedraggled atmosphere; with the insurmountably
vivacious elixir to triumphantly surge ahead in life,

You don’t have to pay the Sun to royally rise;
inundate every iota of the dolorously darkened earth;
with optimistically heavenly and Omnipotent rays of
dazzling light,

You don’t have to pay the cow to uninhibitedly ooze
milk; disseminate its irrefutably sacrosanct essence
to the most remotest corner of this Universe;
miraculously fortify sagging bones with its divinely
aura,

You don’t have to pay the Moon to resplendently
shimmer; enchantingly radiate infinite streams of
milky moonlight; to metamorphose every drearily
beleaguered night; into the fulfilling river of
paradise,

You don’t have to pay the grass to exotically tingle
your feet; profusely incinerate infernos of
tantalizingly untamed desire in your impoverished
countenance; as you gallivanted on it at the crack of
ravishingly ethereal dawn,

You don’t have to pay the waterfall to mystically
enlighten; magically besiege every part of your
monotonously staggering demeanor; with tangily
inscrutable sensations of; seductively gorgeous life,

You don’t have to pay the cuckoo to awaken you every
morning; melodiously deluge your dwindling soul; with
stupendously everlasting tunes of; harmoniously
new-found excitement,

You don’t have to pay the sea to impart you frosty
salt; mischievously tickle every despicably despondent
nerve of your manipulative form; with unprecedented
adventure and exhilarating froth,

You don’t have to pay the dolphins to voluptuously
dance; incinerate the impeccably wandering child in
your treacherously incarcerated senses; make you
delightfully sing under the blazing Sun,

You don’t have to pay the deserts to compassionately
warm; engender pricelessly silver beads of effulgent
perspiration; to trickle handsomely down your
diminutive nape,

You don’t have to pay the child to indefatigably
intrigue; incredulously bewilder even the most
stringently commercial tycoon in you; to innocuously
dream beyond the realms of infinite infinity,

You don’t have to pay the Almighty Creator to
endlessly evolve; as he Omnisciently maneuvered even
the most inconspicuous element of your life; blessed
you with the spell binding virility; to procreate
countless more of your holistic kind,

You don’t have to pay the conscience to unequivocally
dispel sagacious righteousness; irrevocably refrained
you in your salaciously advancing footsteps; every
time you were greedily enticed towards the heinously
wrong,

You don’t have to pay your mother to bear you in her
godly womb; blissfully nourish even the most minuscule
bone in your visage; to see you eternally blossom into
the ray of timeless happiness,

You don’t have to pay breath to keep you vivaciously
bouncing and beamingly alive; joyously impound every
extinguishing desire of your insidiously asphyxiated
body; with the unsurpassable ardor to lead glorious
life,

And you don’t have to pay the heart to bestow upon you
the immortal love of your life; bond its unassailably
majestic beats with the most gorgeously priceless
mission; of your each extraordinarily jubilant
lifetime…..

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»No options after death

 

Some said that there was only and just brutally crucifying darkness; a wall of satanically pulverizing blackness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just ghastily crippling silence; an unsurpassable coffin of tyrannically hopeless devastation; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just enchantingly invincible paradise; a festoon of royally resplendent heavens to welcome you; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just gruesomely ribald boredom; unsurpassable mortuaries of deplorably crucifying frustration; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just sadistically satanic torture; brutal excoriation of even the most infinitesimal of bones; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just fetidly abhorrent stench; limitless dungeons of sacrilegious decay; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just insanely bawdy mania; uprooting every ingredient of celestial happiness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just diabolically annihilating hell; the carcasses of unceasingly vindictive doomsday; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just unconquerably perpetual rebirth; the same form of life being consummately replaced by another; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just true emancipation of the soul; with it entering another symbiotically holy spirit; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just profanely livid loneliness; every iota of the blood being frozen into wisps of inane meaninglessness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just hedonistically evil distortion; the graveyards of the most cancerously maiming of disease plaguing every ounce of your vibrant existence; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just a despairing oblivion of infinite infinity; helplessness and ominous hopelessness on every step that you dared tread; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just an invidious apocalypse of hysterical sobbing; a haunted house of inconsolably never-ending misery; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just a tomb of indefatigable bad luck; where even the most evanescent droplet of water that you tried to consume metamorphosing into victimizing venom; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just a Universe of blessed re-incarnation; unassailably Omnipotent life spawning on every quarter of earth; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just a pigstalk of stinkingly debasing lies; a jailhouse of lecherously penalizing felony; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Some said that there was only and just a lugubriously jinxed ghost; forlornly cursed wails of tawdrily decrepit nothingness; after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died,

Whilst I said that as long as you lived and there was life; there simply wasn’t anything like death; not even the most ethereal of its agnostic insinuation; and after you wholesomely relinquished your very last breath and died; there wasn’t the tiniest of possibility of contemplating your deathly options any further; as no form of vibrant life would ever dare even whisper and come back again….

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»No Overtaking

 

It was intransigently impossible to overtake the
Omnipotent Sun; as every step that I took forward; was
irrefutably overwhelmed by an unfathomable
entrenchment of perennially jubilant shine,

It was intractably impossible to overtake the
fathomless ocean; as every step that I took forward;
was irrefutably outclassed by an unending festoon of
undulating waves; thunderously sending me backwards;
rollicking towards the cold rocks,

It was irrevocably impossible to overtake the sensuous
clouds; as every step that I took forward; was
irrefutably overshadowed by a mist of perpetually
enthralling and untamed exhilaration,

It was incorrigibly impossible to overtake the
sacrosanct chapters of Creation; as every step that I
took forward; was irrefutably outnumbered by the
infinite rhapsodic cries of fresh birth; that had just
unfurled,

It was unbelievably impossible to overtake the scent
of humanitarian goodness; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably engulfed with a cistern of
invincibly spell binding righteousness,

It was immutably impossible to overtake the assiduous
unveiling of time; as every step that I took forward;
irrefutably perpetuated even the most infinitesimal
senses of my mind; body and soul with the undeniable
spirit of pragmatically precious present,

It was indefatigably impossible to overtake the
township of heavenly mankind; as every step that I
took forward; was irrefutably overpowered by the
unbreakable compassion of philanthropic oneness,

It was irretrievably impossible to overtake the
impregnable thread of truth; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably transcended by the insatiably
enlightening inferno of unflinching solidarity,

It was imperceptibly impossible to overtake the
bountiful stride of the artist; as every step that I
took forward; was irrefutably incarcerated in a web of
vivaciously everlasting seduction,

It was indomitably impossible to overtake the eternal
sounds of innocence; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably surpassed by a civilization
of perennially bestowing and optimistic illumination,

It was unsalvageably impossible to overtake the
absolute zenith of the gargantuan mountain; as every
step that I took forward; was irrefutably overruled by
pricelessly sheer majesty and unassailable
superiority,

It was incomprehensibly impossible to overtake the
smile of true friendship; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably encapsulated by a cavern of
unendingly benign congeniality,

It was insurmountably impossible to overtake the
inherent impetuousness of boisterously bubbling youth;
as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably
mellowed by the flame of ardently ebullient adventure,

It was indescribably impossible to overtake the walls
of symbiotic harmony; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably nonplussed by the marvelous
aristocracy of enchantingly blessed existence,

It was irredeemably impossible to overtake the Godly
Mother’s compassion; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably drowned in an unfathomable
whirlpool of incessantly burgeoning empathy,

It was unstoppably impossible to overtake the melody
of rain soaked air; as every step that I took forward;
was irrefutably neutralized by a voluptuously nubile
seductress; relentlessly titillating even the heart of
my most dolorously deadened night,

It was unsurpassably impossible to overtake the
patriotism of the sacrificing soldier; as every step
that I took forward; was irrefutably outshone by a sky
of stupendously ever-pervading skill and inimitable
bravery,

It was dogmatically impossible to overtake the tunnels
of triumphant breath; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably outplayed by the majestically
benevolent rhythm of; pristine existence,

And it was hopelessly impossible to overtake the beats
of the poignantly gregarious heart; as every step that
I took forward; was irrefutably outdone by a paradise
of immortal love; love and priceless love….



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»No organism is a born terrorist

 

No petal is ever born disdainfully decayed; from the womb of the redolently mesmerizing and celestially effulgent flower,

No fledgling is ever born a hideously treacherous vulture; from the womb of the uninhibitedly ecstatic and timelessly soaring bird,

No raindropp is ever born smeared with satanic blood; from the womb of the impeccably glorious and fathomlessly endowing sky,

No ray is ever born a mass of bedlam nothingness; from the womb of the Omnipotently Golden and brilliantly optimistic Sun,

No sound is ever born cold-bloodedly cacophonic; from the womb of the vividly resplendent and ebulliently mellifluous nightingale,

No flake of ice is ever born cannibalistically brown; from the womb of the innocuously placid and endlessly enamoring snowball,

No globule of milk is ever born sadistically venomous; from the womb of the unsurpassably sacrosanct and benevolently munching cow,

No mischief is ever born insidiously crucifying; from the womb of the vivaciously dancing and eternally cavorting rainbow,

No salt is ever born diabolically asphyxiating; from the womb of the rhapsodically undulating and perennially poignant sea,

No soldier is ever born a disparagingly gory traitor; from the womb of the Omnisciently proliferating and peerlessly blessing soil,

No echo is ever born ludicrously silent; from the womb of the unfathomably deep and inscrutably reverberating gorge,
No truth is ever born an egregiously marauding lie; from the womb of the unconquerably Omnipresent and Perpetually bestowing heavens,

No honey is ever born iconoclastically prejudiced; from the womb of the fantastically boisterous and enchantingly exotic honey bee,

No fruit is ever born forlornly deteriorated; from the womb of the quintessentially mollifying and blissfully symbiotic mud,

No lion is ever born mercilessly trampling; from the womb of the uninhibitedly fearless and synergistically blossoming forest,

No epitome is ever born lugubriously crumbling; from the womb of the invincibly compassionate and inimitably towering mountain,

No continent is ever born atrociously bombarding; from the womb of the tirelessly panoramic and unbelievably majestic globe,

No breath is ever born hissing parasitically pugnacious fire; from the womb of the insuperably heavenly and insurmountably moistened nostril,

No beat is ever born murderously betraying; from the womb of the unassailably godly and passionately thundering heart,

And no organism is ever born a reproachfully indiscriminate terrorist; from the womb of its unshakably priceless and altruistically blessing mother….






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