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»It was very easy

 

It was very easy to let gallons of water pass under the bridge; as all
one had
to do was open the wrought iron gates,
But to stop its flow thereafter was exceedingly tedious; as the stream
picked
up speed; swelled leaps and bounds every unfurling second.

It was very easy to speed up a car; as all you needed was to uncouthly
press
upon the accelerator,
But to freeze it completely in its footsteps was an insurmountable
task; as
the sedan swerved wildly on the wet tarmac; rotating umpteenth number
of
times; before achieving refined degrees of control.

It was very easy to light a cigarette; as all one required was a nimble
flame
emanating from the matchstick,
But to subside its flames was a Herculean task; as the lungs developed
an
insatiable addiction for the acrid smoke.

It was very easy to provoke a tiger; as all you needed was to poke it
in its
ribs; disdainfully drench it with water right in its den,
But it was an agonizing wait before the beast pacified; as it tore
apart the
flesh of several innocent; before eventually drifting into his
afternoon
siesta.

It was very easy to make a person blind; as you had to do was hurl a
tumbler
of fuming acid towards his immaculate face,
But to regain back sight was simply unattainable; as the blackness
hovering
over his eyes; became more intense with the fading light.

It was very easy to shatter a colossal ensemble of glass; as all you
needed to
do was bang its surface coercively with hard stone,
But to recoup its fragments was a marathon job; as they lay scattered
rampantly; and a majority concealed in black mud all around.

It was very easy to spend money; as all you had to do was purchase
every
object that appeared enamoring to your eye, let it drizzle
chivalrously from
your palms,
But to earn it back was overwhelmingly hard; as each penny acquired
conscientiously; made you shed more than a million drops of your sweat.

It was very easy to say 'I love you'; as all you needed to do was
romanticize
incessantly in the tunnel of tantalizing romance,
But to sustain the same became stupendously difficult; as you had to
fight an
head on battle with the sanctimonious society; break your back to
suffice
daily fodder.

And it was very easy to kill a person; as all you had to do was
ruthlessly
compress the trigger of your gleaming gun,
But to revive back life proved wholesomely futile; as it was impossible
to
enter the territories of the omnipotent creator.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Its bizarre, but true

 

The Omnipotently blazing Sun never ever complained an
infinitesimal trifle; even as it indefatigably
enlightened and dazzled livid earth all
sweltering day,
And you fecklessly nonchalant human had all the guts
on this planet to discordantly groan; saying that the
shine was a fraction too much for your sanctimonious
bones to handle; although you were being
pricelessly blessed….

The blissfully undulating sea never ever complained an
inconspicuous trifle; even as it relentlessly deluged
every quarter of traumatized earth; with
reinvigoratingly tangy froth,
And you dastardly lackadaisical human had all the guts
on this planet to cacophonically lament; saying that
the exuberance was a fraction too much for your
withering visage to handle; although you were being
unfathomably blessed….

The bountifully iridescent forests never ever
complained a diminutive speck; even as they tirelessly
perpetuated the fabric of this dolorous cosmos; with
beautifully unprecedented mysticism,
And you jaggedly abraded human had all the guts on
this planet to sadistically fume; saying that the
enchantment was a fraction too much for your
beleaguered eyes to handle; although you were being
limitlessly blessed…

The triumphantly crimson clouds never ever complained
an ethereal inch; even as they enriched every drearily
lambasted cranny of this earth with majestically
sparkling rain,
And you sordidly irascible human had all the guts on
this planet to nonchalantly slander; saying that the
rhapsody was a fraction too much for your stupidly
trembling skin to handle; although you were being
indomitably blessed….

The indefatigably unconquerable mountains never ever
complained an evanescent bit; even as they irrevocably
illuminated the complexion of every coward on this
fathomless earth; with invincibly astronomical
courage,
And you meaninglessly rigid human had all the guts on
this planet to lugubriously insult; saying that the
strength was a fraction too much for your nimble arms
to handle; although you were being inimitably blessed…

The pristinely impeccable leaves never ever complained
an ephemeral voice; even as they boundlessly permeated
the sullen atmosphere of earth; with unsurpassably
jubilant euphoria,
And you uselessly manipulative human had all the guts
on this planet to scorchingly scorn; saying that the
celebration was a fraction too much for your
perfidious senses to handle; although you were being
heavenly blessed….

The celestially opalescent stars never ever complained
a fugitive fragment; even as they inexhaustibly
adorned the cushion of this atrociously blackened
earth; with ebulliently twinkling shimmer and shine,
And you mercilessly marauding human had all the guts
on this planet to vengefully rue; saying that the
glitter was a fraction too much for your delinquent
countenance to handle; although you were being
gloriously blessed….

The perpetually throbbing heart never ever complained
even a mercurial grain; even as it unstoppably blessed
the aridly acrimonious landscapes of this earth; with
incomprehensibly unending love,
And you belligerently venomous human had all the guts
on this planet to gorily wail; saying that the beats
were a fraction too much for your profane silhouette
to handle; although you were divinely blessed….

And the Omnisciently impregnable Creator never ever
complained even a parsimonious shadow; even as he
timelessly spawned mellifluously unflinching life on
this gigantically mystical earth,
And you acridly abhorrent human had all the guts on
this planet to remorsefully oppose; saying that the
breath was a fraction too much for your licentious
form to handle; although you were being royally
blessed…..




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Its entirely upto you

 

God has given you a perfect pair of arms; passionately
circulating with a fountain of poignantly crimson
blood; dexterously maneuvering in umpteenth
directions; dissipating tons of exuberant energy,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
ruthlessly massacre civilizations; or whether you
bequeath an irrefutably immortal cloud of love; with
the compassion entrapped within their holistic fists….


God has given you a perfect pair of eyes; blissfully
sighting fathomless kilometers of ravishing beauty on
the trot; assimilating all mesmerizing beauty of the
atmosphere in an infinitesimally single wink,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
salaciously discern solely the diabolical hovering
since centuries immemorial; or whether you
uninhibitedly cast a spell of their marvelously
philanthropic softness; to even the tiniest cranny of
this colossal Universe…..


God has given you a perfect pair of fingers;
articulately flexing to the most unprecedented
degrees; miraculously hoisting for you all those
ingredients that you desired; to execute the remainder
of your lifetime,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
savagely perpetuate into gruesomely exacerbated
wounds; or whether you profoundly engrossed them all
night and brilliant day; to sketch the unfathomably
unending charisma of this bountiful planet….


God has given you a perfect pair of feet; ebulliently
galloping ahead with exhilarated tenacity; to
resplendently rejoice in profuse admiration of royally
spell binding life,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
mercilessly pulverize the innocuously innocent; or
whether you evolve a scintillating pathway of
unassailable righteousness; on every step that you
harmoniously tread….


God has given you a perfect pair of lips; voluptuously
enticing even the most lackluster cloud in the sky;
with the insatiably ardent charisma in their rubicund
periphery,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
parasitically suck blood of all those tyrannically
divested; or whether you majestically stretch their
circumference to affably harbor all religion; caste;
creed; color; in whirlpools of ecstatic happiness; and
alike…..


God has given you a perfect pair of shoulders;
celestially sparkling in the unsurpassably untamed
fervor of vibrant life; unflinchingly romancing
through even the most acrimoniously ghastliest of
times,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
invidiously carry the ghosts of prejudiced malice
towards the land of infinite infinity; or whether you
stoop them benevolently to embrace all those insipidly
maimed and withering; in perennial winds of mankind….


God has given you a perfect pair of ears; prudently
discerning even the most inconspicuous iota of
euphoric sound; lingering serenely in the
magnanimously princely atmosphere,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
insidiously absorb the voices of horrendously pathetic
crime and treacherously gunning bullets; or whether
you beautifully blend them with the synergistically
united tunes of existence; for infinite more births
yet to unveil…..


God has given you a perfect pair of teeth; piquantly
slicing through all replenishing fruits of Mother
Nature; to most wonderfully placate your ever
augmenting gluttony,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
brutally bite the gloriously coalesced fabric of
heavenly survival; or whether you immaculately chatter
them in rhythmic tunes; to trigger off a festoon of
blossoming smiles; on the faces of orphaned children….



And God has given you a perfect pair of nostrils;
Omnisciently inhaling fireballs of passionately
palpitating existence every unfurling instant;
impregnating the body with the ardor to live for
centuries unprecedented,
Its entirely upto you; whether you use them to
incessantly expunge ominously abhorrence upon the
innocently symbiotic world; or whether you dedicate
and bond every breath of yours; with countless of your
harmless kind; in the wave of perpetual solidarity and
friendship; alike…..


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Its simply the way you see it

 

Some said it was empty; while some said that the glass was half full
with
water,

Some said that it was rising in the sky; while some said that the color
of
the
Sun was insipid and weak,

Some said that it was standing tall and lanky; while some said that the
tree
was naked without leaves,

Some said that they were succulent and ravishing; while some said that
the
grapes were sour and had holes in them,

Some said that it was a twinkling star; while some said that it was a
speck
of
disdainful dirt; polluting the sky,

Some said that he sang splendidly; while some said that he didn’t give
a
chance for others to speak,

Some said that it was an exotic evening; while some said that it was an
unearthly hour past midnight,

Some said that it was gorgeously flowing river; while some said that it
swept
along with it tones of moist earth,

Some said that it was droplets of jubilation; while some said that it
was
tears of sadness dribbling slowly down,
Some said that it was voluptuous wisps of air; while some that it was
an
ominous cloud hovering perilously around,

Some said that it was a mystical tunnel; while some said that it was a
gaping
and long hole in the wall,

Some said that it was a beautiful image; while some said that it was a
gruesomely shattered mirror,

Some said that it was a scintillating key; while some said that it was
the
completely open lock,

Some said that it was mesmerizing yawn; while some said that it spread
a
thunderous noise in vicinity,

Some said that it was a vast reservoir of empathy; while some said that
they
were a squinted pair of eyes,

Some said that it was audaciously walking forward; while some said
that the
soldier was trampling fragile leaves and twigs,

Some said that it was irrefutable truth; while some said that it stung
them
like a quiver full of pugnacious arrows,

Some said that it was violently throbbing; while some said that the
heart
made
a person weak,

Some said that she had given me birth; while some said that I had
burdened
the
earth still further,
And 'IT’S THE SIMPLY THE WAY YOU SEE IT', So some said that it was
wholesomely
dead; while some said that its spirit was still living and bouncing
alive…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Its possible; because its natural

 

How was it ever possible when you resolved to remain awake the entire
night;
keeping your eyelids incorrigibly open,
That after a few minutes you felt besieged by loud yawns; transited
into a
blissful slumber?

How was it ever possible when you firmly decided not to consume food
the whole
day; famishing yourself to unprecedented limits,
That after spending the morning hungry; your hand automatically crept
towards
the refrigerator; wherein was stashed succulent fruit and ravishing
slices of
raspberry pudding?

How was it ever possible when you pledged not to perspire the
slightest; stand
as cool and unflinching as an enchanting angel,
That after trespassing for a while under the blazing sun; drops of
golden
sweat trickled down profusely from your nape?

How was it ever possible when you were resolute about not going to the
bathroom for months; preserving all delectable food you had in your
stomach,
That after sprinting for a little while on the ground; your bowels felt
as if
they would erupt; and you meekly hid yourself behind the screen of the
Lavatory?

How was it ever possible when you determined not to sneeze come what
may;
incessantly inhale gallons of revitalizing breeze,
That the instant a fly buzzed pertinently around your nose; you
contorted
miserably; inundated the atmosphere with a deafening roar?

How was it ever possible when you thought that you would never smile;
scowling
at everybody you encountered in the day,
That after witnessing a man parading naked into a business meeting;
perceiving
it to be his private bedroom; you thunderously broke into guffaws of
uncontrollable laughter?

How was it ever possible when you were stubborn that you wouldn’t
imagine;
avert yourself completely from the most minuscule of fantasy,
That after dozing off inadvertently in the afternoon; you immediately
started
to romanticize about the girl next door; umpteenth suspense stories
deluged
your mind from all quarters?

How was it ever possible when you had taken an oath that you would
never
bathe; no matter how much amount of heat infiltrated into your body,
That after remaining unwashed for a full week; and a peculiar stench of
rotten
tomato emanating from your visage; propelled you to dump all your
pretentious;
plunge audaciously into the river from the summit of the mountain?

How was it ever possible when you clenched your teeth and said that you
weren't going to open your eyes; even if it meant that you sacrificed
your
life,
That as soon as you wanted to cross the bustling street; the screeching
horns
of vehicles darting towards you at electric speeds; engendered you to
lift
your lashes; keep them held stringently till all the commotion had
subsided?

How was it ever possible when you whipped your mind infinite times;
ordering
it to be patient in all circumstances engulfing it; dictating it to
remain as
stoical as placid ice,
That the moment your spouse spilled milk on your immaculate shirt; you
howled
as if bringing the entire roof down?

How was it ever possible when you swore on yourself that you would
never be
lured by sanctimonious wealth; live life imprisoned in chains of rustic
simplicity,
That as soon as your feet struck a pot replete with gold; the glitter
of the
coins; the boundless supply of wealth; made you almost blind and
oblivious to
even your own voice?

How was it ever possible when you had resolutely decided to act
philanthropically all your life; keep benevolently executing tasks to
benefit
others,
That the second the earthquake rocked the entire city; you were the
first one
to jump out of the window with your son; without even bothering to
disturb
your neighbors; with whom you had always made it a point to have
morning tea?

How was it ever possible when you had resolved not to scratch; even if
you
were attacked by a million monsters,
That the moment you were stung by an inconspicuous mosquito; your
complexion
metamorphosed to a perfect crimson; and you rubbed your skin brutally
till it
almost bled?

How was it ever possible when you had commanded all bones in your body
to stay
silent; lie down in tranquil contentment even in the most tumultuous of
storm,
That you started to violently dance the minute you heard pulsating
music; the
fiery flamboyance of your youth pinning all your sagaciousness down?

How was it ever possible when you had decided to stay for marathon days
without liquid; even if the chords in your throat charred to a
horrifying
death,
That you greedily sucked water from the very next stream you
confronted;
splashing it rampantly all across your parched lips and body?

How was it ever possible when you had intractably appealed to your
brain to
let your wounds flow; leave them open even if each droplet of blood was
exhausted from your body,
That you draped your flesh with spools of white bandage and pungent
antiseptic; as it simply got pricked by a needle; let alone the
question of
blood leaking out?

How was it ever possible when you had pledged to hold your breath; and
still
continue the chapter of life,
That after stifling your breath only for 30 seconds; you felt loads of
it
escape noisily down your nostril?

And how was it ever possible when you had prepared yourself for every
calamity; trying to stand invincible against the most belligerent of
thorns;
trying to emulate God,
That after simply walking on the scorching sands; and that too with
your shoes
strapped tightly on; you fainted in a bedraggled heap with gasps of
tiredness
and feeble sounds asking for water diffusing from your mouth?

Well the answer to the above was as simple as the uninhibited love of a
mother; the smile of a newly born child,
As all of this was possible only because you were just a Human; and for
you
all this was NATURAL.


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

 

It was impossible to inhale air without twin
bifurcation of nostrils,
sustain life with nonchalant ease; for more than an
wholesome minute.

it was impossible to walk without angularly sculptured
legs,
viciously kick grey boulders of stone; acting as
barricade's in unveiling
path.

it was impossible to scribble literature without
articulate synchronization of
hands,
emboss exquisite lines of calligraphy on naked sheets
of bond paper.

it was impossible to segregate minuscule threads of
color without immaculate
vision,
distinguish between the good and gruesomely bad;
lurking on this earth.

it was impossible to decimate food into supple
chowder; without strong
teeth,
produce gregarious smiles in tandem; when frivolously
appreciated.

it was impossible to secrete saliva without rosy pink
organ of tongue,
rebuke people with loads of spit; in response to their
uncouth deeds.

it was impossible to uproot concrete edifices with
bare hands,
amalgamate sapphire arenas of sky with the periphery
of monotonous earth.

it was impossible to operate the hi-tech computer
without a plethora of
software chips,
type a battalion of literature at swashbuckling
speeds.

it was impossible to quench thirst without gallons of
fresh water,
assassinate intractable blotches of dirt; agglutinated
to clean cloth.

it was impossible to die without abrupt closure of
tangible heart beat,
infinite cells of animation; freezing in the body.

and it was impossible to live without loving a person
in heart; body; and
spirit,
dedicating marathon hours in life; harnessing that
perpetual affinity.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Its because there existed your perpetual heart

 

Its because there existed your spell bindingly bountiful hands; there existed my impoverished hands too; and because there forever existed our impregnably righteous hands united together; we could timelessly disseminate the essence of immortal friendship; in every barren quarter of this fathomless Universe,

Its because there existed your innocuously magical eyes; there existed my diminutive eyes too; and because there forever existed our daintily spotless eyes united together; we could timelessly commiserate with every bit of priceless humanity; on this boundlessly beautiful Universe,

Its because there existed your wonderfully rhapsodic lips; there existed my truncated lips too; and because there forever existed our inimitably unassailable lips united together; we could timelessly perpetuate every sacrilegiously gloomy cranny of this Universe; with triumphant smiles,

Its because there existed your victoriously eclectic fingers; there existed my slavering fingers too; and because there forever existed our synergistically emollient fingers united together; we could timelessly paint the canvas of this haplessly staggering Universe; with unprecedentedly replenishing prosperity,

Its because there existed your perennially venerated feet; there existed my skewed feet too; and because there forever existed our fearlessly intrepid feet united together; we could timelessly discover the unsurpassably holistic treasuries of this Universe; at every step that we tread,

Its because there existed your celestially golden sweat; there existed my transparent sweat too; and because there forever existed our unassailably redolent sweat united together; we could timelessly permeate every ounce of lascivious laziness on this unceasing Universe; with the undyingly sparkling scent of hard work,

Its because there existed your flirtatiously vivacious eyelashes; there existed my fluttering eyelashes too; and because there forever existed our stupendously ameliorating eyelashes united together; we could timelessly shrug even the most diabolically ghastliest of pain on this unending Universe; in the spirit of eternal happiness,

Its because there existed your poignantly jubilant veins; there existed my solitary veins too; and because there forever existed our insuperably humanitarian veins united together; we could timelessly strive towards blissfully melanging every spurious caste; creed; color; race and tribe; into the everlasting religion of mankind,

Its because there existed your ecstatically untamed skin; there existed my nimble skin too; and because there forever existed our interminably ebullient skin united together; we could timelessly trigger infernos of endlessly extemporizing desire; in even the most hopelessly massacred leaf of the atmosphere,

Its because there existed your unbelievably sensitive ears; there existed my short ears too; and because there forever existed our astoundingly discerning ears united together; we could timelessly be receptive to even the tiniest insinuation of misery around us; indomitably tower to every cry of humanity in a singleton wink of the eye,

Its because there existed your fearlessly compassionate bones; there existed my unabashed bones too; and because there forever existed our unconquerably fortified bones united together; we could timelessly take on every unsavory devil that dared come our way; as we marched forward in truthful unison with the plane outside,

Its because there existed your incredulously reinvigorating shadow; there existed my tiny shadow too; and because there forever existed our fantastically vivid shadows united together; we could timelessly transform even the most murderously massacring of entities; into impeccable angels of the Creator Divine,

Its because there existed your seductively rubicund tongue; there existed my boisterous tongue too; and because there forever existed our ubiquitously mellifluous tongues united together; we could timelessly permeate mists of uninhibitedly proliferating virility; in even the most infertile directions that we tread,

Its because there existed your philanthropically healing shoulders; there existed my destined shoulders too; and because there forever existed our innocently helpful shoulders united together; we could timelessly hoist every fraternity of disparagingly depraved humanity; into the winds of enchanting paradise,

Its because there existed your honestly purifying conscience; there existed my evanescent conscience too; and because there forever existed our beautifully unfettered conscience’s united together; we could timelessly conquer even the most infinitesimal trace of evil on this indefatigable Universe; with the scepter of unshakable truth,

Its because there existed your majestically unflinching blood; there existed my inevitable blood too; and because there forever existed our propitiously burgeoning blood united together; we could timelessly dream of spawning into an infinite forms of newness; with egalitarian equanimity on every conceivable part of this mesmerizing Universe,

Its because there existed your inexhaustibly fantasizing brain; there existed my surreal brain too; and because there forever existed our unlimitedly evolving brains united together; we could timelessly behead the most inconsolable chapters of depression; with miraculously undefeated freshness,

Its because there existed your invincibly fiery breath; there existed my indispensable breath too; and because there forever existed our passionately fructifying breaths united together; we could timelessly ensure the cisterns of royally fragrant life; even after deplorably asphyxiating death,

And its because there existed your perpetually magnificent heart; there existed my palpitating heart too; and because there forever existed our universally vibrant hearts united together; we could timelessly bless even the most hedonistically betraying ingredient of the atmosphere; with the heavens of love; love and solely immortally Omnipresent love….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Its upto you

 

Life is an ocean of ravishing enthrallment;
culminating into untamed excitement as each second
unfurled itself magnificently,
Its upto you; whether you relish swimming in it; or
drown yourself deliberately to blend with the;
uncouthly hard bed of disgruntled rocks…

Life is a garden of mesmerizing roses; blossoming into
the scent of united harmony; as the Sun filtered
royally through the skies,
Its upto you; whether you surreally philander in its
stupendous fragrance; or complain about pertinent
insects; hovering around its petals…

Life is an unrelenting fantasy; that majestically
explored and discovered an unfathomable myriad of
poignant emotions in its way,
Its upto you; whether you fantastically dreamt it each
instant as you tread on soil; or baselessly wailed
about the ominous tinges of black; it enveloped you
with; every now and again…

Life is a gorgeously tantalizing mist; seducing the
planet every second in its everlastingly pungent
swirl,
Its upto you; whether you relentlessly romanced it; or
nonchalantly mourned about the enigmatically hazy fog;
that enshrouded the whites of your eye….

Life is a mountain of invincible strength; defending
the most acrimoniously treacherous of obstacles with
its sacredly Omnipotent grace,
Its upto you; whether you adventurously clambered it
to achieve your ultimate conquests; or got
pathetically intimidated; retreating beyond your
shell; witnessing its peaks….

Life is a fabulous waterfall of irrefutable humanity;
ubiquitously disseminating the essence of equality at
every turn you took,
Its upto you; whether you embraced it euphorically in
mind; body and spirit; or kept manipulatively
measuring the vagaries of conflicting religion; for
the remainder of your lifetime…

Life is a beehive of gloriously golden honey;
diffusing its magical sweetness in every direction
empathy prevailed; and the winds of heartfelt honest
led,
Its upto you; whether you blended yourself with the
unbelievably handsome charm; or despicably camouflaged
your nose; in fear of getting stung by the
boisterously buzzing bees….

Life is a fathomlessly opulent treasure house of
versatility; harboring an incomprehensible repertoire
of poignant shades and color; in its impeccable belly,
Its upto you; whether you replenish your souls with
its marvelous charisma; or get ludicrously outnumbered
by the unfathomable depth it inherently possessed…

Life is an Omnipresent island of worship; comforting
all those waveringly distraught; with compassionate
winds of exhilarated warmth,
Its upto you; whether you seek immortal refuge in its
divine palms; or disgruntlingly fret and fume; about
its philosophies being agnostic and horrendously
incorrect…

Life is an incredulously ingratiating milestone of
prosperity; bequeathing upon one and all the spirit to
rise up to their flurry of philanthropically
benevolent dreams,
Its upto you; whether you wholesomely coalesce with
its rhythmically handsome tunes; or pathetically cry
about the inevitable hurdles that harmlessly came in
between…

And life is an everlasting rain of love and happiness;
blooming into countless new; in every corner of this
earth that it astonishingly sprinkled its magnetic
caress,
Its upto you; whether you let it ebulliently descend
down your impoverished countenance; or tirelessly
complained about its infinitesimal wetness; and
devastated your entity to cacophonic ash; even before
it was born…






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

 

The opalescent moon was jealous of the flaming sun,
as the former provided dazzling light; with Herculean
amounts of comfort in the
day.

the desolate piece of stone was jealous of the
colossal mountain,
as it was minuscule in size; often kicked
contemptuously by ongoing people.

the perennial jungle river was jealous of the denim
blue ocean,
as it was unable to bear the weight of titanic
ships; as its counterpart was
able to do with nonchalant ease.

the century old typewriter was jealous of the hi-tech
gizmo of computer,
as it was bereft of sparkling chips of
memory; considered as outdated by the
youthful chunk of contemporary society.


sapphire blue patches in the sky were jealous of
blotted grey clouds,
as they simply didn’t have the capacity of blessing the
earth with pelting
showers of rain.

the ever reliable twin pedaled bicycle was jealous of
motorized cars,
as it was divested of powers to transgress beyond
extreme speed limits.

the evanescent flames of candlelight were jealous of
the ceiling bulb,
as they weren't blessed with the prowess of
illuminating acres of pitch dark
night.

large jerry-cans of fruit juice were jealous of pure
water,
as they stumbled to quench thirst; the mystical way
water did.

frigid strands of grey hair were jealous of bulky
floss of glistening black,
as they highlighted the old and feeble; which was not
even shades nearer to the
flamboyant young.

the decade old tortoise was jealous of the aquatic
fish,
as it simply couldn't walk fast; perching in its
claustrophobic shell all
sunlit day.

undulating moulds of clay were jealous of smooth
carpets of road,
as they flunked miserably to impersonate the charisma
produced by flat land.

hard slices of bacterial bread were jealous of the
chocolate cake blended with
plums,
as they lacked the ingredients to deliver appetizing
taste.

shiny denominations of coin were jealous of exorbitant
currency notes,
as they were maltreated; being stashed in dingy
compartments of purse.

the honey colored nimble deer was jealous of the
menacing striped panther,
as it was overwhelmingly defeated in its attempts of
being crowned the king of
jungle.

black complexioned individuals were jealous of their
fairer counterparts,
as they were gazed down upon as inferiors; with racial
discrimination plaguing
them for majority of their lives.

while i was intractably jealous of the boy next door,
who made unscrupulous advances to the girl i loved,
initiating me to stand like a pillar; between her
immaculate heart,
and the demonic glare he unleashed intransigently
riveted on her persona.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Journey through the Atlantic

 

The vast swirl of Atlantic water,
Nefariously cold with tufts of ice,
Obdurate and strong with the passing of time,
A blend of fish and aquatic shrub,
Incorporating monstrous waves with frothy spray,
Chunks of dead timber drifting in bountiful quantity,
Encroached with currents of drifting seaweed,
Prompting the invincible fortress of inhabitation to waver,
Through lurking masses of undulating water,
Diffusing chains of liquid globules on its way,
Compressing galleries of fern and soft rock,
Crunching primitive icicles of molten snow,
Biting sharply into the vast assemblage of black water,
Piercing the aquatic ambience,
With high strung notes of the fog horn,
Clearing its way amidst heavy mists; and evading moon,
The Sun finally steams through the glass pane,
Ending the tyranny of the ruthless night,
I suddenly wake up with a startled look on my face,
Finding my way out through the furry delights of my cotton quilty,
Rush across to the wire meshed stern,
My hair blowing wildly with the gusty wind,
Transfixing me into a mute personality,
In due admiration of the boundless ocean;
As the salty waves strike; break my celestial reverie.




© nikhilparekh