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»Naked eyes

 

When i shielded my eyes from blistering rays of midday
sun,
wearing frivolous black tints of exquisite glass,
palpable objects on the streets appeared faded and
disgustingly murky,
with all garment in flocculent white; seeming to be
dipped in grey sewage
water,
i felt as if sporadic flashes of blindness had
stealthily encroached my
vision.


as i obscured my eyes; with bulky frames of high
powered glass,
slender avenues of my eyeball resembled fully ripened
eggs of the farm hen,
single silhouettes of plebeians struck my eye
as multiple,
i groped my way faltering over bedraggled stone,
reached back my place of dwelling limping; with a host
of broken bones.


after i sealed my eyes with a tightly wound linen
cloth,
acerbic rays of sun god; flooded my vision as an ocean
of red fire,
there was gruesome darkness camouflaging me at the
onset of twilight,
i had to be escorted in person; with embarrassing stares
hissed by oncoming
individuals.


when i obliterated my eyes with round balls of blood
red plastic,
frothy white milk looked like ghastly human blood,
dazzling bandwidths of crimson pierced my eye,
and i refrained completely from consuming all that was
pearly white.


and when i kept my eyes naked for all day and humid
night,
the results were exhilaratingly remarkable,
pungent outlines of clock tower needles now reflected
clearly,
the sunbeams were as sharp as never before,
the full moon shone with undulating islands of misty
black,
it was that very moment that i holistically resolved,
to keep my eyes completely naked for the tenure i was
destined to walk on
mother earth.

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

 

when drops of fuming acid fell down on the ground,
infinite blades of green grass wailed in cacophonic
unison,
the soil was subjected to unrelenting agony; engulfed
with waves of acerbity.

when globules of crimson paint cascaded on the ground,
a plethora of leaf was submerged with obnoxious color,
strangulating life rendering pores of tangible breath.

when pellets of aromatic effluent tumbled on the
ground,
there arose an utter pandemonium; nimble ants and toads
ran helter-skelter,
the rustic ambience of soil; now transited to
inevitable distortion.

When fetid gutter water leaked out on the ground,
Streams of blotted liquid now imprisoned land,
And there proliferated a battalion of venomous
mosquito with toxic sting.

When an extract of raw sugarcane juice was poured on
the ground,
The coagulated balls of clay relished it on primordial
encounter,
But soon vomited out the surplus with sighs of
increasing impatience.

When a pressured spray of pesticide was sprayed
uniformly on the ground,
Animate creepers repelled it with all their might,
The mud shrieked disdainfully; unable to bear the
tyranny of being mutilated.

And when finally crystal water plummeted from silver
grey clouds,
Famished granules of soil; heaved gargantuan sighs of
relief,
Hungrily suckled the NATURAL DRINK they were deprived
of for marathon hours
on the trot


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

 

THE EARTH'S SURFACE of solid crust,
has been uplifted in the form of rust.


The densely foliated trees sway in their rustic dress,
capturing the bleary eyes of a children cresh.


The wind blows, the gale comes,
the mountain river chanting a perfect rhyme,
that will make people forget ghastly crime,
to have several days of relevant peace,
and let insane bloodshed on earth cease.


The wild creepers murmur amongst themselves,
the days freshness, the cologne smell.


The frothy waterfall, the heavenly day,
the obnoxious mountains lined in the way.


Smiling in heavy consternation,
the evening owl glared menacingly,
quietly devouring freshly laid bird egg,
butchering red walls of manly courage.


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

 

He was one inconspicuous entity in this entire planet;
for whom I could sacrifice all the wealth which I had
arduously assimilated till date,

He was one magnificent angel cuddling the silken
sheets; for whom I could relinquish every iota of
smile; lingering uninhibitedly in my persona,

He was one fountain of mesmerizing emotions; for whom
I could remain famished without a single droplet of
water; all marathon night and flaming day,

He was one impeccable bundle of overwhelming joy; for
whom I could annihilate all tumultuous passion
fulminating in my heart; bond with the threads of
manipulative reality,

He was one angel with a glorious conscience; for whom
I could lead my entire life without my pairs of robust
hands and feet,

He was one immaculate cloud inundated with optimistic
beams of new found hope; for whom I could walk
barefoot; for centuries unprecedented on a mountain of
acrid thorns,

He was one celestial marvel deluging the air around
with Omnipotent light; for whom I could sip the most
heinous of poison; the very first day; each time I
took birth as a man once again,

He was one enthralling adventure who captivated
everyone in his charismatic swirl; for whom I could
blindfold myself perpetually; plunge without the
slightest of apprehension in my eyes into a valley of
sinister darkness,

He was one sacrosanct idol of happiness bouncing
towards the sky; for whom I could burn all my
inevitable belongings into threadbare realms of
ghastly hell,

He was one innocuous jewel of prosperity; for whom I
could bury myself boundless kilometers beneath
gigantic avalanches of white ice; without a cloth to
drape my nimble body,

He was one philanthropic spirit floating in a river of
majestic goodness; for whom I could stand
unflinchingly amidst the most inclement of fires; till
the last bone down my spine charred to an appalling
death,

He was one epitome of ubiquitous solidarity; a messiah
of every religion created by man; for whom I could
selflessly impart every beat of my passionately
palpitating heart,

He was one enchanting scent; disseminating his
immortal essence wherever he crept; for whom I could
confront the mightiest of disasters every unveiling
second of the day,

He was one tornado of effusive empathy; more
grandiloquent than the heavens when he danced; for
whom I could lick the most morbidly sweltering sand;
sprinkled on the uncouth rocks,

He was one Omnipresent mirror of righteousness;
candidly reflecting to the world its battalion of
sins; for whom I could wholeheartedly embrace the
corridors of extinction; in the most magnificent
stages of my life,

He was one diminutively blue eyed beauty singing in
the winds of exhilarating jubilation; for whom I could
emboss unsurpassable lines of poetry; even after the
last droplet of blood in my veins had utterly
exhausted,


He was one Omniscient ray of ethereally everlasting
light; for whom I could survive till endless infinity;
in a dungeon replete with hideous scorpion,

He was the most sacred fruit of our invincible love;
for which me and my divinely beloved; had prayed since
our several past lifetimes,

Most importantly; he was my blood, my breath; my
heart; my soul; for whom I was ready to be born again
only to face a countless more deaths; for infact he
was none other than my ultimate identity; he as MY
SON…


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

 

 


You might perhaps not need their altruistic support anymore; as you now felt yourself to be the strongest organism on the Universe; blazing through even the most fearful of maelstroms; in the untamed effervescent flavor of youth,

You might perhaps not need their compassionate fragrance anymore; as you now had the most pricelessly opulent of scents; sanctimoniously lined up on the windshield of your majestically crimson Mercedes,

You might perhaps not need their amiably bonding house anymore; as you now resided in the most invincibly diamond studded castle; on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,

You might perhaps not need their selflessly guiding lights anymore; as you now evolved a civilization of unparalleled newness on every path you transgressed; pierced through even the most ghoulishly appalling darkness with your spell bindingly hawk-eyed sight,

You might perhaps not need their celestial nourishment anymore; as triumphant blood now flowed through your ebulliently ecstatic veins; at a speed faster than magical white lightening,

You might perhaps not need their profoundly heartwarming caress anymore; as you now merrily cavorted with the girl of your choice behind the rain soaked hills; with her hands convivially exploring every cranny of your miserably trembling skin,

You might perhaps not need their indefatigable inspiring anymore; as you now had the entire planet subliming you to unflinchingly march forward; to ubiquitously disseminate the royally unfettered power of your god-gifted artistry,

You might perhaps not need their optimistically enlightening talks anymore; as you now had perennially imbibed the good’s and bad’s of inscrutably fantastic existence; deep into the dormitories of your blessed soul,

You might perhaps not need their irrefutably authoritative signature anymore; as you now had majestically carved a brilliant niche for your ownself on this limitlessly mesmerizing planet; and people around knew you by your very own inimitably victorious identity,

You might perhaps not need their lighthearted jokes anymore; as you now had the power to cognize even the most funniest of anecdotes on the boundless Universe; laugh every bone of your body out on the incomprehensible parody generated,

You might perhaps not need their impeccably divinely spirit anymore; as you now had assimilated all the unconquerably Omniscient spirituality of this timelessly extemporizing planet; tirelessly meditating in front of the Immortal Lord Almighty,

You might perhaps not need their enchantingly undefeatable voice anymore; as you now had discovered that the chords of your mesmerizing throat could timelessly enthrall one and all on this boundlessly insuperable Universe; wonderfully alike,

You might perhaps not need their splendidly recharging pat on the back anymore; as you now had the most iridescently tantalizing waterfalls and maidens to unassailably ignite even the most infidel of your senses,

You might perhaps not need their uninhibitedly emotional bonding anymore; as you now had the heart of your eternally blessed lover to wholesomely lean and infallibly depend upon,
You might perhaps not need their impregnably untainted shoes anymore; as you now created an ingeniously unconquerable pathway of effulgent freshness; on even the most evanescent chunk of soil that you tread,

You might perhaps not need their perpetually heartfelt presents anymore; as every part of your diminutive persona; was now torrentially showered upon by every bit of panoramically eclectic richness on this victorious planet,

You might perhaps not need their unceasingly fertile smiles anymore; as you now had the indomitable virility to proliferate into infinite more of your kind; procreate your progeny till the time earth existed by the Grace of Omnipresent Lord Almighty,

You might perhaps not need their unsurpassably ardent breath anymore; as each time you now exhaled romancing in the elixir of youth; nothing else emanated but the fiery first rays of the Omnipotently golden Sun,

You might perhaps not need their Omnipresently throbbing hearts anymore; as you now had perennially coalesced every beat of your endowed existence with your heavenly venerated beloved,

But irrespective of whether you needed them the tiniest iota or not; without their blessings your identity wasn’t even an obsolete piece of preposterously bizarre nothingness; without their blessings you stood neither in heaven and not even the most diabolical of hell; without their blessings success forever metamorphosed into gruesome failure before you could even scent it; O! Yes without the blessings of your Godly Parents you weren’t just dead; but a sinfully satanic LIVING DEAD….

©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Living Dead-1

 

Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire
canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous
eyes,

Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile
pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the
kitchen sink,

Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my
plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart
of the city,

Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp;
giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread;
to forcefully munch for breakfast,

Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left
in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted
horrendously into the steep valley; eventually
exploding and charring me into a cloud of black
plumes,

Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I
drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly
names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my
dreams,

Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your
mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you
had consumed for lunch last afternoon,

Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head;
instead of the fir coated and silken pillow,

Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water;
uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines
encompassed within my stomach,

Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny
of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you
cherished and adored,

Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the
streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of
your commands even after midnight,

Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists
relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was
released from the operation room,

Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to
speak for you every time you opened your mouth,

Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of
letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup
stringently clasped in my hands,

Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls;
displaying them proudly to every visitor who
frequented our dwelling,

Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated
with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files
far away from sight,

Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip
apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely
through my sensitive membranes,

Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling
tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal;
when infact I was an ordinary sage,

Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times
in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last
iota of breath trapped in my lungs,
Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your
broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my
hands clinging to my ears,

But please O! beloved, don’t ever leave me and go; for
this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far
less than the living dead I would become; if you
suddenly left me…





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Living-Singlehandedly and singularly in itself

 

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most inimitably priceless accolade; on the trajectory of this enchantingly indomitable earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most triumphantly unchallengeable accomplishment; on the trajectory of this spell-bindingly ubiquitous earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most effulgently indisputable victory; on the trajectory of this eternally fructifying earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unassailably supreme fantasy; on the trajectory of this resplendently new-born earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unbelievably unconquerable artistry; on the trajectory of this blissfully symbiotic earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most Omnipotently sacred preaching; on the trajectory of this celestially mollifying earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unceasingly persevering exercise; on the trajectory of this magnetically enigmatic earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most beautifully untainted desire; on the trajectory of this ecstatically unprejudiced earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unfathomably exhilarating target; on the trajectory of this iridescently benign earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most undauntedly reinvigorating adventure; on the trajectory of this poignantly charismatic earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most inexplicably unraveling destiny; on the trajectory of this handsomely unbridled earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most undefeatedly majestic melanging; on the trajectory of this vibrantly intrepid earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most indispensably compulsive ingredient; on the trajectory of this incredulously Omnipresent earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most insuperably unfettered power; on the trajectory of this beautifully untarnished earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most efficaciously optimistic vitamin; on the trajectory of this altruistically jubilant earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most emancipating poetic odyssey; on the trajectory of this surreally emollient earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most sensuously inebriating titillation; on the trajectory of this flamboyantly igniting earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most astoundingly proliferating virility; on the trajectory of this benevolently unabashed earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most infallibly timeless inspiration; on the trajectory of this magically mitigating earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most unflinchingly efficacious remedy; on the trajectory of this endlessly enlightening earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most spectacularly ameliorating concession; on the trajectory of this pristinely ebullient earth,

Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most limitlessly liberating rebirth and re-incarnation; on the trajectory of this stupendously satiny earth,

And Living; single-handedly and singularly in itself; is the greatest and the most immortally compassionate love; on the trajectory of this marvelously tantalizing earth….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Long Iron

 

Infinite stretch of white metal,
Running parallel through unlimited access of territory,
Laid on mounds of defined camber,
Spaced at varying distances,
Connected by planks of resistant timber,
Criscrossing flexibly through a maze of routes,
Firmly stuck by tight screw; nut and bolt,
Welded to designer perfection,
In a kingdom of pointed stones,
And shady domains of tree foliage,
Bearing loads of flesh and cargo,
Along with metallic skeletons of speedy trains,
Excreting clouds of smoke as they pass,
Produced in coal chambers of captain room,
The train chugs blatantly,
With horns blaring in obstreperous unison,
Through steep slopes; cloistered tunnels,
Icy cliffs; steel bridges,
A jungle of stations; distant towns,
Embracing sticks of long iron rail,
On a compatible basis; for centuries of blissful travel.




© nikhilparekh
 
»Long Live Godly Life

 

Every innocuous step that you have marvelously
bequeathed upon my dwindling stride; was unsurpassably
more than infinite gardens of spuriously scintillating
and penalizing currency,

Every instant of jubilation that you have royally
bequeathed upon my miserably fading visage; was
overwhelmingly more than infinite treasuries of
bombastically malevolent and devastating currency,

Every tantalizing dream that you have ingratiatingly
bequeathed upon my nonchalantly wandering mind; was
irrefutably more than infinite cloudbursts of
viciously hurtling and truculent currency,

Every poignant blush that you have celestially
bequeathed upon my pathetically abraded cheeks; was
unfathomably more than infinite entrenchments of
abominably prejudiced and worthless currency,

Every stream of crimson blood that you have gorgeously
bequeathed upon my disastrously fatigued veins; was
incomprehensibly more than infinite skies of ominously
cacophonic and gory currency,

Every unflinchingly tenacity that you have
unassailably bequeathed upon my shriveled muscles; was
astronomically more than infinite oceans of
capriciously obsolete and doomsday currency,

Every inscrutably enigmatic destiny line that you have
fabulously bequeathed upon my erringly minuscule
palms; was intransigently more than infinite tunnels
of abhorrently stinking and imprisoning currency,

Every ingredient of robustly sparkling health that you
have gloriously bequeathed upon my debilitating body;
was ubiquitously more than infinite whirlpools of
insipidly dithering and horrific currency,

Every benevolently philanthropic goodness that you
have sacredly bequeathed upon my beleaguered soul; was
unconquerably more than infinite mountains of
ominously differentiating and victimizing currency,

Every impeccable artistry that you have spell
bindingly bequeathed upon my diminutive aura; was
unbelievably more than infinite cisterns of lividly
acrimonious and insidious currency,

Every integrally gratifying talent that you have
blissfully bequeathed upon my penurious countenance;
was grandiloquently more than infinite farms of
uncouthly massacring and raunchy currency,

Every wave of untamed euphoria that you have heavenly
bequeathed upon my ludicrously orphaned senses; was
gigantically more than infinite lands of brutally
tyrannizing and decimating currency,

Every seductively enthralling shadow that you have
fantastically bequeathed upon my capriciously
fluttering demeanor; was unbelievably more than
infinite caverns of traumatically lambasting and
salacious currency,

Every spurt of poignant enthusiasm that you have
wonderfully bequeathed upon my irascibly estranged
persona; was unshakably more than infinite hurricanes
of diabolically pulverizing and crippling currency,

Every enamoring melody that you have uninhibitedly
bequeathed upon my indigently dying throat; was
invincibly more than infinite wells of horrendously
stagnating and adulterated currency,

Every globule of astoundingly golden sweat that you
have aristocratically bequeathed upon my
lackadaisically indolent shoulders; was colossally more
than infinite dungeons of treacherously rotting and
invidiously dilapidated currency,

Every iota of eternal truth that you have Omnisciently
bequeathed upon my deleteriously hollow conscience;
was undoubtedly more than infinite warfields of
belligerently ghoulish and assassinating currency,

Every puff of stupendously harmonious breath that you
have divinely bequeathed upon my languidly tiny
nostrils; was irretrievably more than infinite hell’s
of murderously morbid and insane currency,

Every beat of impregnable love that you have
Omnipotently bequeathed upon my frantically searching
heart; was unprecedentedly more than infinite corpses
of remorsefully forlorn and vindictive currency,

And even if I took birth for a countless more
lifetimes O! Almighty Lord and unequivocally liberated
all my wealth; I would still be an infinite births
too short to repay you back for all sacrosanct
goodness; that you have so magnanimously showered upon
me,

In the end; I humbly abnegate praying; long live
humanity; long live innocence; and most importantly;
LONG LIVE LOVE; and LONG LIVE GODLY LIFE…..


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

 

Some wanted her to be extravagantly rich; disposing
wealth wholeheartedly with both hands; adorning the
most stupendously grandiloquent jewels on her
countenance,

Some wanted her to be sanctimoniously beautiful;
overshadowing every other entity on this Universe;
with her blushing vanity and flamingo pink,

Some wanted her to be more melodious than the
nightingale; pacifying their monotonous juggernaut of
ghastly apprehensions; blissfully all night and day,

Some wanted her to march forward with the times;
transgressing against the most Herculean in power;
with insatiable ambition lingering in her eyes,

Some wanted her to be a nimble bodied squirrel;
confining and sequestering herself; in the realms of
profuse tradition; far away from the lecherous eyes of
the chauvinistic society,

Some wanted her to be a tool to procreate their
generations; be indispensably instrumental in evolving
a living replica of their own kind,

Some wanted her to cook ravishingly appetizing meals
incessantly round the clock; appease their diabolical
gluttony to the most unprecedented limits,

Some wanted her to keep their abodes immaculately
clean; affording them a world of ostentatious serene
and spotless calm,

Some wanted her to indefatigably their inferno of
lustful desire; give them the everlasting happiness of
their lives,

Some wanted her to be gorgeously tall; tantalizing
them into a tornado of fantasy; which transcended each
crescendo over the fathomless sky,

Some wanted her to be catty eyed; deluging their
impoverished existence with mountains of charismatic
mysticism and enigmatic charm,

Some wanted her to be utterly dumb; an object of
irrefutable timidity; upon which they lambasted upon
their ocean of devilishly dictatorial commands,

Some wanted her to be incredulously influential;
tirelessly blending with pompously inflated party
culture; winning the most formidable in the world with
her; spuriously scented slang,

Some wanted her to be an invincible fortress; behind
whom they could hide and save their skins; in the most
torrentially treacherous of attacks,

Some wanted her to be an uninhibited comedian;
infiltrating vividly through their despairing agony;
with her unending repertoire of spell binding jokes
and humor,

Some wanted her to be immensely educated; virtually
acquiring all the degrees in the world; to support
them and their insurmountably augmenting commandment
of gargantuan family,

Some wanted her to be an inborn artist; majestically
sketching their ludicrous visages; portraying their
manipulative smile at its best to the outside world,

Some wanted her to be profoundly rustic; transiting
them back into their timeless rudiments; passionately
inhaling their impressions of their ancient kind,

Some wanted her to be overtly focussed; inspiring them
every unleashing second in life; uplifting their bulky
bodies from the ground; everytime they felt
disastrously exhausted to walk,

Some wanted her to be a versatile Doctor; curing them
of their inexplicable grave of dwindling disease;
applying the balm of her medicine and love on their
commercial wounds,

Some wanted her to be a mesmerizing psychic;
forecasting their glorious destinies accurately at
each step; alleviating them from the stinking pile of
rubble and inconspicuous ash,

Well some wanted her like this; While some wanted her
like that,

While frankly speaking; it really didn’t matter to me;
even if she was deaf; dumb; blind; maimed; short; thin
as a bone or disdainfully fat; as long as she harbored
the ideals of philanthropic humanity in her every
breath; or to simply put it as long as my life partner
was simply human…..


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