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»Mob

 

They didn’t see what religion I belonged to; the
clothes I had adorned freshly for leading the new day,

They didn’t see the family which harbored me; the
fleet of young brothers and sisters that frantically
waited for me to return back home,

They didn’t see whether I was driving the most
swankiest of automobile; or whether I was barefoot and
clad in threadbare rags,

They didn’t see the flurry of passionate emotions
welling up in my eyes; the appetizing meals of rice; I
had just consumed for breakfast to appease my famished
gluttony,

They didn’t see marathon hours of turmoil I underwent
every day; the painstaking agony with which I had
amassed parsimoniously meager savings for vital
survival,

They didn’t see the insatiable desire lingering in my
mind to explore this fathomless Universe; enjoy the
bountiful fruits of nature to the most unprecedented
limits,

They didn’t see the locality which I was proudly
inhabiting; the unfathomable volumes of poetry I had
embossed with my very own scarlet blood till date,

They didn’t see the loyalty with which I had served my
nation; the Herculean struggle I had undertaken to
alleviate my fellow compatriots in inexplicable
distress,

They didn’t see the unrelenting ardor in my sweat; the
overwhelming tenacity in my voice to chant the name of
my revered mother,

They didn’t see the incomprehensible list of tasks
that I had yet to finish; the countless number of
duties I planned to diligently execute in the
remainder of my life,

They didn’t see the passion fulminating in my heart to
contribute my best to the society; endeavor my
absolute fullest to try and metamorphose this
treacherous planet into a veritable paradise,

They didn’t see the stream of uninhibited love
cascading turbulently through my conscience; the
prolific intensity with which I embraced whosoever who
approached me with a tear in his eye,

They didn’t see the inexorably caring looks on my
parents faces; the way they pampered me like a prince;
even though I was well past mid life,

They didn’t see the ecstatic tunes I hummed each dawn;
rhapsodically chased the boisterous cuckoos through
the myriad of innocuous green meadows down the hills,

They didn’t see the unsurpassable amount of feeling I
possessed for my loving wife; the times when I longed
to be perpetually by her mesmerizing side,

They didn’t see the colossal album of photographs I
flipped through each day; nostalgically transiting
back into impeccable childhood as the pages unveiled,

They didn’t see the color of my skin; whether I was
traditionally rustic brown; or had profound traces of
alien white,

They didn’t see the benevolent prayers I chanted;
before retiring for bed every gorgeously enchanting
night,

They didn’t see the immaculate crusts of beard on my
face; the emphatic lines of destiny on my palms
jubilantly wailing to surge forward in life,

They didn’t see the initials adhering to my
countenance; the name my divinely parents had
christened me with; when I had just emitted my first
cry,

They didn’t even see the astronomical number of years
for me to become this big; the agony borne by infinite
elements of the society to make me blossom in
existence,

And even if they did see; they pretended to be deaf;
dumb and wholesomely blind; indiscriminately torching
thousands alive with their families; burning boundless
innocent entities in a concoction of petrol and
ghastly acid; rampantly charring the entire township
of blissful angels into a pugnacious ball of black
flames;

O! ALMIGHTY GOD SAVE EVERYBODY FROM THE MOB…..





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Modern Day Devil- Money…

 

It was neither the most brutally depraving of war; which unsparingly buried countless innocent; an infinite feet beneath their sadistic graves; for no ostensible reason or rhyme,

It was neither the most treacherously pulverizing of prejudice; the salacious desire to rise above your own peers; at the most unbearably tawdry costs of existence,

It were neither the most bizarrely abysmal chapters of poverty; which fomented several to wholesomely strangulate their necks; in fear of bearing the pangs of agonizing emaciation in every of their conceivable bone,

It was neither the most acrimonious deliriousness of the brain; which led to the most horrendously sacrilegious condemnation of living kind; with each fretfully hackneyed route leading to the hell of nothingness,

It was neither the most acerbic of deforestation; the satanically barbarous assassination of mother nature’s womb; which led to the most unstoppably wretched curses of all times,

It was neither the most derogatorily demented of manipulation; the baselessly divesting drudgery with which one man; left no stones unturned in exploiting his fellow and compatriot human being,

It was neither the most vituperatively wagging tongue; which hurled a boundless abuse to its very own mother and sister; before trading them off like worthlessly lifeless pieces of plaintive skin,

It was neither the most mortifying anecdotes of vindication; which led to cataclysmic conflicts between even the closest of siblings; with the spirit of reverence dying a torturous death,

It was neither the most sardonic ridicule on the oppressed and weaker sects of the society; the uncontrollable guffaws that enshrouded the human lip; at witnessing other organisms inferior to its sanctimonious swirl,

It was neither the most preposterously robotic rat race for survival; wherein the foundations of prosperity; were shamelessly erected upon the breathing bodies of innumerable helpless; men; women and children,

It was neither the most orphaned traces of blood; disdainfully weighed into monotonous machines; and then sold in black market according to the so called calibrations of the human race,

It was neither the most deplorable discrimination of human beings; on the basis of meaninglessly bawdy insinuations of caste; creed; color; race; frivolous status or tribe,

It was neither the most indiscriminate killing of rare wildlife; just for the mere and senseless appeasement; of that murderously anarchic celebrity’s tongue,

It was neither the most perverted rapes on innocent women; by those high on rapacious wine and palatial sensuousness; using the wickedly inscrutable interiors of their mansions; for the deprivation of mankind,

It was neither the most indescribably pugnacious war for superiority; the diabolical desire to gobble alive another human; in order to perennially perch upon the absolute epitome of silver and gold,

It was neither the most egregiously uttered curses for all living kind; the insidiously ulterior motive to reduce life to a lame corpse; whilst pretentiously smiling towards the body of the flaming Sun,

It was neither the most unthinkable forms of dastardly suicide; the sinful closure of life; after which the spirit ghoulishly lingered between the amorphously lambasting land of heaven and hell,

It was neither the most blasphemously jinxed ingredients of betrayal; the demolition of the immortal heartbeats like a pack of futile cards; in order to fecklessly pursue the so called ‘commercial ambitions’ of life,

Infact if at all there was a thing which indeed led to all of the above; was the ‘Father and Mother’ of all of the above; then it was none other than an insanely modern day devil; worshipped today like crazy by one and all by the name “Money”….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Monday to Sunday

 

The joints in my body ached and groaned; my head pulsated like a
volcano about
to fulminate,
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock had disrupted all signs of
blissful
sleep; caused an uncanny panic to circulate through my veins,
As I stretched my shoulders disdainfully; took the acrimonious rays of
the sun
directly in my eyes; tread my feet nonchalantly on the ground to get
ready for
the office on MONDAY.


The lids of my eye felt as if they would inevitably shut; the skin
encompassing my ankles looked bruised and swollen,
The chords of my heart were throbbing turbulently; every draught of
breath
cascaded down my nostrils agonizingly,
As I got dressed at the brink of the hour; to dropp the kids to school;
present
my spurious smiles to the outside world on the TUESDAY.


The strands of my hair appeared ruffled; an incongruous stubble
extruded from
my cheeks,
The exteriors of my lips were mercilessly chapped; pangs of hunger
leapt
animatedly in my stomach as an aftermath of indigestion,
As I kissed my wife disparagingly on her cheek; made a beeline for the
conference; with my socks worn upside down; on the WEDNESDAY.


The armpits in my body emanated a horrendous stench; earth shattering
dreams
resonated vibrantly through my mind,
My body tossed and turned wildly before awakening; the rings engulfing
my neck
had transited into an ungainly black,
As I feverishly brushed my teeth with brackish toothpaste sped to the
airport
in my silver Mercedes, and my tie nearly strangulating my breath on the
THURSDAY.


The nerves in my ears had become numb to sound; people in vicinity
struck my
eyes as an obfuscated blur,
The stairs I descended down seemed like colossal mountains; deafening
sneezes
occurring sporadically made me feel inherently weak,
As I sat down like a bombastic demon; pale smoke of the cigarette
wafting from
my mouth striking my adversary; in the breakfast meeting on the FRIDAY.


The rays of hope were silently stirring in my soul; tinges of
exuberance
seemed to be taking partial control of my speech,
The images of surreal fantasy were painstakingly enveloping my mind; an
insatiable nervousness was boisterously bursting through my knuckles,
As nostalgic memories of my family profoundly lingered in my heart; and
the
plane prepared to caress the tarmac of my country on the SATURDAY.



The hour of my freedom had eventually arrived; the ticking of the clock
miserably floundered to make the slightest of impact on my thunderous
snores,
The beams of dawn had never seemed so pleasant before; the voice of my
wife
had never seemed so enchanting,
As I got up languidly from my sleep; executed a yawn larger than my
dwelling;
embraced my children; my new found freedom; ebulliently on the SUNDAY.





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Money

 

You could metamorphose into an impeccable saint; and
then incessantly castigate it; for its salaciously
treacherous and hideously ungainly intent,

You could step into the shoes of an immaculate angel;
and then indefatigably rebuke it; for corrupting the
fabric of the celestially blissful atmosphere,

You could transform into a bountifully blessing cloud;
and then irascibly condemn it; for its baseless
proportions of abhorrently stinking malice,

You could wholesomely blend with harmonious goodness;
and then unrelentingly pulverize it; for its heinously
malicious waves of insidious remorsefulness,

You could uplift your soul to the bountifully
everlasting heavens; and then relentlessly ostracize
it; for its lecherously vindictive swirl; that
perfidiously infiltrated the fabric of innocuous
humanity,

You could catapult to the summit of patriotically
blazing freedom; and then unrelentingly abuse it; for
its spell of disdainfully abominable commercialism and
horrifically ghastly captivity,

You could blissfully traverse on a blanket of
unequivocally scintillating pearls; and then
unstoppably slander it; for being a pertinently
perilous insect; satanically sucking blood from all
living beings,

You could embellish yourself with flames of
stupendously unassailable honesty; and then timelessly
decimate it; for its waves of discordantly unwarranted
prejudice,

You could reach the corridors of rhapsodically
eternal paradise; and then intractably slash at it;
for it being an intolerable impediment; that
traumatically poisoned one and all; in their way to
holistic righteousness,

You could drown yourself in the winds of enchantingly
sensuous melody; and then ruthlessly crucify it; for
its nonchalantly monotonous caress of the; radiantly
blooming society,

You could become a fulminating ray of dazzling
sunshine; and then tirelessly exonerate it with your
candid voice; for not functioning according to the
principles of the; Almighty divine,

You could transcend beyond the realms of benign
goodness; and then unsparingly whip it; for diffusing
a path of murderous war; all across God’s most
ravishingly splendid continent,

You could dance in the aisles of marvelous empathy;
and then savagely shoot it; for lethally disobeying
the ideals of symbiotic existence; diffusing
vindictive hatred in the hearts of one and all; alike,

You could chant the most sacred mantras on this
Universe; and then unflinchingly squelch upon it; for
its merciless ways of leading life; for the sinister
darkness of ill will that it instilled in passionately
palpitating hearts,

You could synergistically epitomize all resplendently
beautiful on this colossal planet; and then
tyrannically distort it; for being so brutal on all
those innocuously wandering; under the carpet of
heavenly life,

You could bask ingratiatingly in the glory of
profoundly impeccable moonlight; and then
intransigently demolish it; for its icicles of
cowardliness; that degraded the existence of every
organism alive,

You could intrepidly clamber up the slopes of
exhilarating adventure; and then fearlessly bang it;
for its stench of surreptitious badness; acridly
pilfering into the lives of innocuous mankind,

And do what you could; rebuke it; perennially
annihilate it; diabolically spit on its cacophonically
bereaved soul; excoriate it apart into an infinite
pieces,

But you knew as much as I did today; that it was the
cardinal reason of our existence; with the rest of the
planet following us unequivocally on the same
footsteps,

For all those who proclaimed that they were fathomless
miles away from it; still indispensably needed it; as
every speck of luxuriously opulent cloth on their
bodies; every bit of resplendently replenishing meal
in their famished stomachs; every bit of bullet proof
roof sequestering their heads; was partly due to it;
such was the power of hateful; yet pacifying money….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Moneyhood

 

Above all FATHERHOOD; the unflinchingly charismatic
spirit that it perennially portrayed to this
colossally propitious and spell bindingly heavenly
planet,

Above all WOMANHOOD; the sensuously tantalizing garden
of ingratiating fantasy; that it disseminated to every
impoverished organism alive,

Above all SISTERHOOD; the godly entrenchment of sacred
sharing; that it perpetuated in even the most
hedonistically tyrant of skull wandering on this
gigantic earth,

Above all SAINTHOOD; the perspicuously enlightening
beams of hope that it unequivocally distributed; to
every miserably derelict entity on this fathomless
globe,

O! Yes above everything today; has risen the corpse of
MONEYHOOD; O! Almighty Lord; victimizing countless
innocent in its deathly swirl; wholesomely
metamorphosing the pristinely untainted map of your
Universe; into frigidly threadbare and decrepit
currency paper….

1…

Above all BROTHERHOOD; the magically wonderful essence
of symbiotic existence; that it timelessly and
altruistically culminated into,

Above all NEIGHBOURHOOD; the harmoniously blissful
feeling of unconquerable solidarity; uninhibitedly
gushing out like unstoppable blessings from azure sky,

Above all ETERNALHOOD; the preachings of celestial
contentment and mellifluous exuberance; being the
mantra of every unfurling minute of vibrant life,

Above all BOYHOOD; the inexhaustibly rejuvenating
odyssey of boisterous youth; towards more and more
exhilaratingly enigmatic discovery,

O! Yes above everything today; has risen the mortuary
of MONEYHOOD; O! Almighty Lord; lambasting boundless
newborn with swords of bizarrely murderous
commercialism; wholesomely metamorphosing the
pristinely untainted map of your Universe; into
inconspicuously worthless and sadistically stinking
currency paper….

2….

Above all LIKELIHOOD; the ethereally illuminating rays
of hope that congenitally came alongwith the most
tempestuously acrimonious of adversity,

Above all MOTHERHOOD; the unending cosmos of
everlasting caring that brilliantly consecrated even
the most diminutive iota of viciousness on this
boundless world,
Above all MANHOOD; the fearlessly patriotic streak of
blazing triumph; that forever exorcized the planet of
the seeds of parasitic cowardice,

Above all KINGHOOD; the regally epitomizing throne of
success; that radiated like a handsomely unfettered
prince; on every patch of inanely barren soil,

O! Yes above everything today; has risen the ghost of
MONEYHOOD; O! Almighty Lord; indiscriminately
assassinating the fabric of truth and humanity;
wholesomely metamorphosing the pristinely untainted
map of your Universe; into sordidly stagnant and
criminally barbarous currency paper…

3…

Above all KNIGHTHOOD; that blisteringly towered into a
fire of princely gallantry and crusade for the cause
of benign righteousness,

Above all CHILDHOOD; that perpetually blossomed into
an ocean of timeless innocence; like the angels of the
creator having descended from the heart of paradise,

Above all LIVELIHOOD; that quintessentially engendered
every single entity on this earth to honesty perspire;
for melodiously harnessing the fruits of profligate
nature,

Above all LOVELIHOOD; that panoramically enthralled
even the most remorsefully alien; with the
unfathomably unceasing vividness of the rhapsodically
resplendent atmosphere,


O! Yes above everything today; has risen the curse of
MONEYHOOD; O! Almighty Lord; unsparingly excoriating
the fragrance of sensuously embellished existence;
wholesomely metamorphosing the pristinely untainted
map of your Universe; into uxoriously delirious and
frantically penurious currency paper…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Mood

 

When I was in a good mood; the elevator seemed to be
made of pure gold; transporting me towards the cotton
wool of clouds in the sky,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same lift seemed
to resemble a hideous snake; trying to strangulate me
to death with its snaring jaws.

When I was in a good mood; the verdant patches of soil
looked mesmerizing; with vivacious stalks of grass
appearing splendid to sight in the backdropp of the
valley,
While when I was in bad mood; the same fields of grass
looked like sinking sand; ready to suckle me and blend
me with century old dungeons beneath land.

When I was in a good mood; the upper story’s of the
building; looked like biscuits of pure silver;
shimmering profoundly under the sun,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same floors
appeared to be boxes of broken matchsticks; badly
distorted and just on the verge of collapsing down.

When I was in a good mood; the Sun seemed to be a
blazing ball of fire; flamboyantly permeating every
rotting cranny of insipid earth,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same appeared as
an acrid island of acid; charring every soul
trespassing on mud; to inconspicuous ash.

When I was in a good mood; the waves of the ocean
seemed majestic; rising and falling delectably with
each current of enchanting wind;
While when I was in a bad mood; the assemblage of
waters appeared to be ghastly blood; engulfing each
puff of my breath with brutal perceptions of hell.

When I was in a good mood; the watch on my wrist;
looked like a marvel of technology; apprising me
accurately of the changing seasons and night,
While when I was in a bad mood; the contraption seemed
wholesomely apalling; depicting to me the seconds left
until my death.

When I was in a good mood; people hovering around me;
looked like immaculate angels; bestowing upon me their
mystical touch,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same humans seemed
to be ghosts just arisen from their coffins; staring
at me with animosity; as if to gobble me up with their
eyes.

When I was in a good mood; the fishes swimming in the
glass aquarium; looked like fairies having descended
from the sky,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same seemed like
mammoth sized sharks; hurtling at lightening speeds
for the veins of my throat.

When I was in a good mood; the picture I viewed on
television; seemed to be a stupendous piece of art;
enamoring me to the last bone in my spine,
While when I was in a bad mood; the same appeared to
be a boring documentary; like a million needles
piercing me from all sides.

And when I was in a good mood; life seemed beautiful &
fascinating; wonderful and animated; bubbling with
tremendous euphoria and excitement; as each dawn
unveiled into darkness,
While when I was in a bad mood; it struck me viciously
like infinite deaths together; embedding and replacing
every ounce of enthusiasm in my mind; with the seeds
of treacherous negativity...

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Morbid structure of creation

 

I altruistically stared at the wall,
Pale and white with a few blemishes,
A solid fortress of cement concrete,
Embellished with multiple coats of rich paint,
A silent barrier impregnated with juxtaposed bricks,
Fiery red; burnt brown and black,
The acting alloys of the nonchalant structure,
Firmly sealed to its fecund foundations,
Embedded deep in intricate recesses of mud,
Which cries out loud with every inch of vertical invasion,
Radiating rampantly with discordant ease; with every unfurling minute,
Breaking the harmony of the coagulated network; of trillions of soil molecules,
Rendering them hopeless and haphazardly scattered,
As the morbid structure of creation,
Painstakingly penetrates into deep oceans of dark mud.




© nikhilparekh
 
»More Immortal than blood relation

 

If there was any relation more Omnipotent than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the silken fabric of irrefutably priceless
humanity,

If there was any relation more unassailable than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the mesmerizing valley of marvelously
scintillating truth,

If there was any relation more perpetual than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the bountiful paradise of symbiotically enamoring
togetherness,

If there was any relation more evergreen than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the gorgeous waterfall of uninhibitedly innocuous
mankind,

If there was any relation more everlasting than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the fathomless sky of unconquerably blazing
righteousness,

If there was any relation more Omniscient than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the profuse fireball of fragrantly blossoming
patriotism,

If there was any relation more poignant than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the enigmatic forest of eternally tantalizing
sensuousness,

If there was any relation more Omnipresent than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the enchanting spires of unsurpassably
overpowering seduction,

If there was any relation more ingratiating than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the Sun of flamboyantly glittering Optimism,

If there was any relation more fabulous than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the bird of heavenly burgeoning ecstasy,

If there was any relation more Godly than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the handsome meadow of profoundly philanthropic
benevolence,

If there was any relation more resplendent than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the river of timelessly melodious mankind,

If there was any relation more revered than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the sacrosanct apostle of glorious empathy,

If there was any relation more divinely than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with unshakable mountains of blessing solidarity,

If there was any relation more princely than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the clouds of spell bindingly titillating
fantasy,

If there was any relation more beautiful than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the wings of unparalleled and ardently ravishing
desire,

If there was any relation more formidable than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the endless oceans of perennially bonding
friendship,

If there was any relation more boundless than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the fantastically vibrant chapters of mystically
unfurling life,

And if there was any relation more immortal than blood
relation; then it was nothing else; but the relation
with the invincible beats of love; love; and
majestically true and unbiased love….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»More and More Closer

 

As each second unfurled into a wholesome minute; the
winds of time gallivanted ahead at astoundingly
incomprehensible speeds,

As each minute unveiled into a wholesome hour; the
painstakingly persevering needles of the clock now;
chiming in spell bindingly unanimous unison,

As each hour galloped into a wholesome afternoon; the
brilliantly dazzling Sun blazing its Omnipotent shine
full throttle,


As each afternoon speeded into the wholesome night;
the resplendent blankets of moonlight casting an spell
of eternal mysticism; upon the most horrendous of
blackness prevailing,


I felt more and more closer to my mission of
alleviating bereaved humanity from realms of
inexplicable anguish; I felt more resolutely
invincible in my advancing footsteps; by the grace of
Almighty Lord….

1…..

As each night unraveled into a wholesome dawn; the
melodiously enchanting cuckoos; enshrouding each
cranny of the beleaguered atmosphere; with their
celestially ingratiating sounds,

As each dawn sprinted into a wholesome week; the
pragmatically meticulous routines of life now
profusely consolidated to a mammoth extent,

As each week danced into a wholesome fortnight; the
essence of ubiquitous sharing; now ardently creeping
into the insatiably yearning quarters of the dwindling
soul,

As each fortnight shot into a wholesome month; the
vivaciously changing colors of the boisterous season;
now imparting their profound sensuousness to the
mangled conglomerate of frazzled nerves in the body,

I felt more and more closer to my mission of
metamorphosing all traumatized lechery on this planet
once again into a divine paradise; I felt more
overwhelmingly empowered in every word that I spoke;
by the grace of Almighty Lord….


2…..

As each month raced into a wholesome year; the soil
now astonishingly adept and handsomely blending; to
the vacillating shades of flamboyant light; freezing
cold; and torrential rain,

As each year escalated into a wholesome decade; the
battlefields of savage bloodshed now sprouting with
the plants of ravishing freedom,

As each decade blossomed into a wholesome century; the
good and diabolically bad of life now nostalgically
reverberating in fathomless playgrounds of open space,

As each century unfolded into a wholesome millennium;
the inadvertently committed sins of past existence;
now blissfully washed with the radiantly sparkling
rays of a crimson tomorrow,

I felt more and more closer to my mission of
irrefutably ensuring that no organism slept a famished
night; I felt my conscience unassailably radiating
with nothing else but truth; by the grace of Almighty
Lord….

3…

As each millennium gushed into a wholesome birth; the
most infinitesimal bits of lechery in the atmosphere
now completely annihilated; by the cries of freshly
born Divine,

As each birth sprouted into a wholesome Era; the
fields of contemporary modernity now frantically
searching for their; scintillatingly simplistic
rudiments,

As each era whirled into a wholesome civilization; the
vividly striking newness of wonderfully mesmerizing
creation; now radically replacing the stagnating
dormitories of rusty past,

As each civilization eventually faded into wholesome
timelessness; each element of the enthrallingly
supreme sky beautifully blending with; bountifully
existing earth,

I felt more and more closer in my mission to save
priceless humanity from the salaciously brutal
clutches of the despairing devil; I felt more
invincible in my perspective of sacrificing my entire
life for the service of mankind; by the grace of
Almighty Lord….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»More Immortally godly than ever before

 

 

That very same blood which seemed so pricelessly scarlet in your veins; looked disdainfully pugnacious and unfathomably repelling; when removed from your body and sighted on lackadaisically indolent ground instead,

That very same sweat which seemed so Omnipotently golden in your armpits; looked parsimoniously orphaned and lugubriously opprobrious; when removed from your body sighted on parasitically threadbare ground instead,

That very same saliva which seemed so sensuously enticing on your tongue; looked penuriously decrepit and acrimoniously forlorn; when removed from your body and sighted on baselessly wanton ground instead,

Those very same teeth which seemed so charismatically twinkling in your mouth; looked disastrously broken and uncontrollably shivering; when removed from your body sighted on ethereally nonchalant ground instead,

Those very same hair which seemed so astoundingly ravishing on your scalp; looked fretfully wanton and inanely diminishing; when removed from your body and sighted on worthlessly barren ground instead,

That very same wax which seemed so uninhibitedly artistic in your ears; looked disgustingly deplorable and fetidly acrid; when removed from your body and sighted on dolorously blackened ground instead,

That very same moisture which seemed so royally Omniscient in your eyes; looked pathetically variegated and ominously jinxed; when removed from your body and sighted on remorsefully wasting ground instead,

Those very same bones which seemed so indomitably Herculean in your arms; looked frigidly hapless and intractably deteriorating; when removed from your body and sighted on despairingly delinquent ground instead,

That very same mucus which seemed so superbly befitting in your nostrils; looked desolately cursed and deliriously ignominious; when removed from your body and sighted on insatiably cringing ground instead,

That very same brain which seemed so ingeniously unparalleled in your skull; looked treacherously diabolical and perilously stagnating; when removed from your body and sighted on stupidly obdurate ground instead,

Those very same eyelashes which seemed so Omnipresently mischievous on your eyelids; looked diminutively hopeless and brutally pulverized; when removed from your body and sighted on fugitively identitiless ground instead,

Those very same nails which seemed so unbelievably artistic on your fingers; looked demonically astray and despicably trembling; when removed from your body and sighted on monotonously stony ground instead,

That very same birthmark which seemed so invincibly prestigious on your skin; looked atrociously sinister and hedonistically isolated; when removed from your body and sighted on tempestuously quavering ground instead,

That very same smile which seemed so Omnipresently magnificent on your lips; looked inconsolably shriveled and disastrously fading; when removed from your body and sighted on emotionlessly crumpled ground instead,

That very same food which seemed so marvelously replenishing in your stomach; looked satanically vomiting and unforgivably stinking; when removed from your body and sighted on worthlessly balderdash ground instead,

Those very same destiny lines which seemed so unassailably resolute on your palms; looked unbearably disgruntled and vapidly excoriated; when removed from your body and sighted on horrifically bland ground instead,

That very same conscience which seemed so righteously Omnipotent in your soul; looked sadistically tyrannized and inevitably adulterated; when removed from your body and sighted on mundanely reverberating ground instead,

That very same breath which seemed so unconquerably life-yielding in your lungs; looked amorphously non-existent and invisibly wailing; when removed from your body and sighted on truculently lambasted ground instead,

Paradoxically to the above; those very beats which seemed so bountifully passionate in your heart; looked more Immortally godly; looked more unflinchingly powerful and perpetually uniting than ever before; when removed from your body; and sighted not only on colorless ground; but even the most evanescently mercurial cranny of this Universe instead….

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