Poems - Love Poet Nikhil Parekh

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»Just give me one meal

He took shallow breaths at irregular intervals,
was clad in clothes bereft of stitching,
drops of blood oozed when he coughed,
thin bones clattered when he walked,
people dispersed when he perched beside them,
the air had a stench of starved perspiration as he
passed,
white stream water transited to garbage black,
as he dipped his caricature in holy
assemblage of the Ganges,
his feet were bare, diffused into cracks as he tread on
thorns,
he hardly had saliva to spit on the earth.

{1}

Harsh sunlight days sped into sultry nights,
his shoulders drooped further with advancing age,
desires faded in oblivion, with brutal strokes of
destiny,
he had stopped seeing dreams since eternity,
his body had turned numb to pain and abuse,
he had a solitary desire to eat one full meal.
it seemed god heard his call,
far off in the park, lay sprawled left overs of bread,
prompting him to run in glee,
he devoured the chunks in flash seconds of time,
made guttural sounds while gulping tap water,
looked at the sky with fingers juxtaposed in
recesses of torn flesh,
laboured his way, for a place to sleep in the
merciless night.

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

»Just doesnt end

The job of the sensuously virile clouds perhaps ended; at showering
torrential downpours of magically glistening rain; upon the trajectory
of
this fathomlessly enchanting earth,

The job of the beautifully bountiful lotus perhaps ended; at timelessly
perpetuating the miserably rotting fabric of earth; with unbelievably
insuperable scent,

The job of the vivaciously poignant ocean perhaps ended; at perpetually
culminating into quintessentially frosty salt; with every swirling wave
that
rose high and handsome towards the royal sky,

The job of the everpervadingly fructifying seed perhaps ended; at
spawning
into an exuberant plant; as the clock of indispensable time gradually
unveiled by and by,

The job of the voluptuously tantalizing grass blades perhaps ended; at
diffusing into pristinely delightful dew every midnight; as the
Omnipotent
Moon crept up in impeccably wonderful sky,

The job of the rambunctiously effervescent bumble bee perhaps ended; at
rendering unsurpassable tons of golden honey; in its parsimoniously
catacombed hive,

The job of the eclectically talented artist perhaps ended; at capturing
the
panoramically unconquerable beauty of this priceless planet; with his
articulately dancing paintbrush and upon the limitlessly barren canvas
of
his imagination,

The job of the Omnipresently blistering Sun perhaps ended; at
majestically
inundating even the most infinitesimal arena of this boundless planet;
with
unshakably optimistic light,

The job of the effulgently blossoming leaves perhaps ended; at
triumphantly
permeating the carpet of the squalidly dolorous atmosphere; with
rhapsodically untainted wind,

The job of jubilantly exotic fantasy perhaps ended; at enshrouding
every
pore of the monotonously devastated skin; with sensations of endlessly
untamed delight,

The job of the gloriously intimate apogee perhaps ended; at towering
into
the ultimate scepter of aristocratically unflinching courage and
eternal
victory,

The job of the inscrutably inexhaustible forests perhaps ended; at
radiating
into an unfathomably unlimited valley of profound mysticism; as each
day
unfurled into charismatically surreal night,

The job of the eternally iridescent waterfall perhaps ended; at
heavenly
revitalizing even the most drearily subjugated of venom and dirt; that
came
in the course of its magically gurgling cascade,

The job of the intricately blessed veins perhaps ended; at unceasingly
supplying unassailably crimson blood to an infinite pores and part of
the;
symbiotically breathing form,

The job of the affably twinkling stars perhaps ended; at altruistically
granting compassionate beams of enlightenment; in the heart of the
mercilessly blackened night,

The job of the indomitably unfettered truth perhaps ended; at forever
beheading the cadaverously corrupted coffins of satanically worthless
lies,

The job of the harmoniously unadulterated nostrils perhaps ended; at
tirelessly supplying pricelessly ecstatic draughts of life-yielding
oxygen;
to the penuriously asphyxiating lungs,

The job of the perpetually beating heart perhaps ended; at promulgating
the
beats of Immortally unparalleled love; to the farthest quarter of this
limitlessly proliferating Universe,

But the job of the Parents just doesn’t end at giving birth to the
innocuous
infant; just doesn’t end even after harnessing it with their very own
blood
to face the acrimonious world outside; just doesn’t end even at
equipping it
every conceivable comfort on this Universe; just doesn’t end even after
they
veritably died; as they continue to Omnisciently enlighten it from
their
heavenly abode; far away from the torturous devil and forever towards
the
path of amiably synergistic righteousness…

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

»Just a single

Ghosts haunted even the most infinitesimal pore of my
countenance; metamorphosing every bit of righteousness
enshrouding my soul; into a carcass of gruesomely
unforgivable nothingness,

Wolves diabolically pounced upon me from every
conceivable side; excoriating my sensitive flesh apart
into a billion pieces; before eventually devouring me
for nocturnal supper,

Eagles menacingly descended straight for the whites of
my impeccable eye; gorily blinding even the most
inconspicuous trace of my vision; for every birth that
I was born once again,

Tigers indefatigably galloped after my penuriously
diminutive form; sharing me as a sumptuously single
bone of their hearty morning breakfast,

Bulls brutally gored their horns into my intricate
belly; hideously extricating even the most mercurial
iota of food that I had consumed since the very first
cry of my birth; squelching me into mists of
meaningless dust,

Earthquakes disastrously shattered even the most
capricious trace of my existence; abhorrently
annihilating my abode as well as the last bone down
my; uncontrollably trembling spine,

Dinosaurs ruthlessly massacred even the most fleeting
shadows of my holistic survival; treacherously
tantalizing the base of their satanic palms; by
indiscriminately wringing and crunching my neck,

Cyclones mercilessly swept me like a piece of frigidly
unconsumed cake; whirling me to the highest point in
the sky before horrifically smashing my nimble skull
against the lecherously jagged rocks,

Jackals dug their preposterously corrugated claws into
my silken chin; making me freeze like cubicles of
insipid ice; even in the most brilliantly
scintillating of compassionate sunlight,

Leeches intransigently clung to even the most
obfuscated chunks of my flesh; parasitically suckling
unfathomable oceans of macabre blood; even after I
felt devoid of the last bit of my veritable pulp,

Spiders indefatigably spun webs of ghoulish malice in
the hollows of my mouth; proliferating countless more
of their kind in my immaculately melodious throat;
vengefully asphyxiating even the tiniest trace of my
voice,

Scorpions merrily stabbed their cornucopia of venom on
the periphery of my poignantly princely lips;
infiltrating into my vacant nostrils in countless
numbers; as the cry of torturously ultimate death,

Snakes viciously slithered on my bountiful scalp;
unsparingly hissing the wails of salaciously
derogatory hell; all over my limitlessly quavering
body,

Psychopaths knived my robust Adams apple from time to
time; releasing the unsurpassable reservoir of their
insanely maniacal energy; upon the eclectically
innocuous elements of my visage,

Politicians ignominiously manipulated with the fabric
of my harmonious survival; venomously bombarding my
unwitting island of celestial peace; with their
dictatorially unruly power,

Cockroaches played insidiously sinister games of hide
and seek with my reflection; surreptitiously crawling
with countless more their kind into the cavities of my
eardrum; rendering me a bizarre insomniac for the
remainder of my life,

Dogs jumped hungrily upon even the most invisible of
my meals; not only gobbling the same but savagely
pulverizing the bones in my sagacious form; before
sharing it with their compatriot pigs,

Disease despicably strangulated every step that I
euphorically advanced; cancerously plaguing each
blissful aspect of my existence with unsurpassably
deathly pain and malicious remorse,

Betrayal was the only mate I encountered as each night
unfurled into the Omnisciently golden day; with every
entity on this planet kicking and lambasting me with
whips of unrelenting disdain,

And just a single caress of her divinely palms; just a
single beat of her immortally passionate heart; just a
single stare of her heavenly eyes; just a single tune
of truth that magically drifted from her throat; was
enough to not only make me irrefutably conquer all of
the above; but metamorphosed me into the most
pricelessly gifted molecule on the soil of her love….

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

»Just forget it buddy

You might have sprinkled the most opulent fragrance of holistic
sandalwood
on even the most infinitesimal pore of your body; since a countless
moments
before the crackle of fugitive dawn,

You might have profusely pursed your lips with the most rhapsodically
ecstatic sugarcane juice; till the time they radiated a majestically
perpetual scarlet,

You might have adorned your wrists with the most spell-bindingly royal
wrist-watch; whose untamed effervescence could singlehandedly
illuminate the
complexion of the ghoulishly frigid night,

You might have brandished the most blazingly fearless sword on your
countenance; unflinchingly portraying you to be a true soldier of your
sacrosanct mother soil,

But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for
you;
then do whatever conceivable you could; dress so dynamically that the
fathomless sky irrefutably blended with threadbare ground; and she’d
still
commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love
and
marry you…

1…

You might have embellished your eyelashes with a mascara so
overwhelmingly
sensuous; that even the most treacherously dumb stones sprang to
vivaciously
enamoring life,

You might have scrubbed your skin with the most stringent antiseptic;
making
it glow more brilliantly than the blistering afternoon Sun,

You might have developed your muscles more effusively than the most
indomitably towering mountain peaks; as they came the unrelenting
desire of
every nubile maiden alive,

You might have adorned your charismatic persona in the most fashionably
awe-inspiring denim suit; with an aura of unceasing silk ubiquitously
diffusing from your pricelessly exquisite demeanor,

But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you;
then
do whatever conceivable you could; dress so enchantingly that even the
most
languidly barren patches in sky showered torrential rain; and she’d
still
commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to love
and
marry you…

2…

You might have uninhibitedly rolled in a river of Olive Oil; to
marvelously
accentuate each cranny of your countenance; to the most unprecedentedly
enthralling limits,

You might have unsurpassably fudged your nape with the costliest
chains of
gold and silver; twinkling like a resplendently gregarious star even in
the
most cadaverously blackened night,

You might have sequestered your bohemian feet within the most
luxuriously
regale ivory shoes; engendering the earth to thunder as you gloriously
marched in impeccable integrity,

You might have shielded the whites and blacks of your eyes with the
most
magnetically pristine shades of Sun glass; through which the entire
planet
appeared as an insuperably compassionate romantic mist,

But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you;
then
do whatever conceivable you could; dress so triumphantly that every
miserably incarcerated ingredient of the atmosphere liberated towards
eternal freedom; and she’d still commit a countless suicides; rather
than
betray her heartbeats to love and marry you…

3…

You might have swirled the hair on your scalp to such unbelievably
remarkable degrees of jazzy contemporariness; that every eyeball as you
wandered on the streets; stayed agglutinated towards you for times
immemorial,

You might have galloped in such lightening fast cars; that the pulse of
every exuberant girl on this planet; felt like climaxing to its best in
the
land of celestially unfettered paradise,

You might have sung such inimitable tunes of effulgent melody; that
even the
most salacious trace of despairing prejudice in bereaved quarter of
mother
earth; metamorphosed into a garden of mesmerizing newness,

You might have entwined such an unimaginably fascinating snake leather
belt
in your trouser; that the most enviably tantalizing damsels on this
globe;
obeisantly bowed down to even the most ethereal of your commands,

But. Just Forget it buddy. For if her heart really didn’t beat for you;
then
you could do whatever conceivable you could; dress so handsomely that
the
planet outside felt bizarrely naked without a cloth on its body; and
she’d
still commit a countless suicides; rather than betray her heartbeats to
love
and marry you…

©copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.

»Just keep loving me

Just keep looking at me till eternity; as you exactly
did so innocently; when you witnessed my impoverished
grace; the very first time you met me,

Just keep embracing me till eternity; as you exactly
did so passionately; when you brushed past my
inexplicably shivering countenance; the very first
time you met me,

Just keep smiling at me till eternity; as you exactly
did so impeccably; when you came face to face with the
ardent contours of my face; the very first time you
met me,

Just keep blushing at me till eternity; as you exactly
did so fervently, when you kissed me on my insatiably
famished cheeks; the very first time you met me,

Just keep holding my palms till eternity; as you
exactly did so tenaciously; when you marched past
compassionately across my penuriously wavering shadow;
the very first time you met me,

Just keep supporting me till eternity; as you exactly
did so resiliently; when you perpetually united with
my philanthropic cause to save mankind; the very first
time you met me,

Just keep staring at me till eternity; as you exactly
did so incorrigibly; when you sighted my frantically
groping visage; the very first time you met me,

Just keep flirting with me till eternity; as you
exactly did so magically; when you played hide and
seek with my drifting shadow; the very first time you
met me,

Just keep titillating me till eternity; as you exactly
did so ravishingly; when you teased each iota of my
drearily devastated senses; the very first time you
met me,

Just keep inspiring me till eternity; as you exactly
did so intransigently; when you focussed me
relentlessly to achieve my benign missions of life;
the very first time you met me,

Just keep frolicking with me till eternity; as you
exactly did so enchantingly; when you triggered the
child in my soul to blossom beyond the skies; the very
first time you met me,

Just keep singing with me till eternity; as you
exactly did so royally; when you wholesomely coalesced
your sound with mine; the very first time you met me,

Just keep fantasizing with me till eternity; as you
exactly did so magnificently; when you instilled the
dreams of tantalizing paradise in my bedraggled
persona; the very first time you met me,

Just keep caressing me till eternity; as you exactly
did so voluptuously; incinerating infernos of untamed
desire in each ingredient of my poignant blood; the
very first time you met me,

Just keep talking to me till eternity; as you exactly
did so stupendously; impregnating meadows of
unfathomably astronomical courage in my nervously
fluttering heart; the very first time you met me,

Just keep tickling me till eternity; as you exactly
did so mischievously; when you made me erupt into
whirlpools of uninhibited laughter; the very first
time you met me,

Just keep surging with me till eternity; as you
exactly did so irrefutably; when you profusely
melanged your mind; body and spirit with mine; the
very first time you met me,

Just keep breathing with me till eternity; as you
exactly did so unconquerably; when you pledged to live
and die with my diminutive form; the very first time
you met me,

And just keep loving me till eternity; as you exactly
did so invincibly; when you immortally bonded each of
your heartbeats with the tumultuously throbbing ones
that were mine; the very first time you met me….

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

»Just Marrying her

Just touching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were
brutally forcing her,

Just winking at her doesn’t mean; that you were
perpetually proposing her,

Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn’t mean
that you compassionately cared about her,

Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn’t mean that
you understood every iota of her pain,

Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn’t mean
that you audaciously shouldered all her miseries in
life,

Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn’t mean
that you understood what she actually desired from
life,

Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn’t mean
that you were making her feel like an immaculate
child,

Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn’t mean
that you were pacifying every need of her existence,

Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest;
doesn’t mean you were more passionate about her; than
the angels in the sky,

Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a
minute; doesn’t mean that you made her every dream
manifest into a reality,
Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn’t mean
that you could read what was incessantly going on in
her heavenly mind,

Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains;
doesn’t mean that you were the greatest lover born on
this earth,

Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek
contraptions; doesn’t mean that you had veritably
stolen her heart forever,

Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed
by a river of nervous sweat; doesn’t mean that you
could wholesomely commiserate with her proliferating
sorrow,

Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn’t
mean that you topped her list of boundless admirers,

Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously
captivating voice; doesn’t mean that you comprehended
the agony besieging her soul,

Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of
times in the day; doesn’t mean that you were the
closest to her; till the time she breathed,

Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn’t
mean that you were her greatest connoisseur,

And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent
fashion on this earth; doesn’t mean that you really
loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond;
what you could contemplate….

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

»Just listening to my beats

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably gauge the profound sadness
enshrouding my countenance; by just ethereally
glimpsing at my shielding eyelashes,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably prognosticate the hunger in my
stomach; by just sighting me restlessly gnawing at my
bohemian nails,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably sense the maniacal desperation in my
trembling visage; by just the infinitesimally changed
tone; in the nimble cadence of my voice,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably comprehend the wave of bizarre
mortification enveloping my soul; by just the
capricious tinge of poignant scarlet; on my
impoverished cheeks,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably narrate the experiences of my day;
by just feeling the transiently cringed lines; on my
diminutively frazzled forehead,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably guess the thunderbolts of tumultuous
anger encapsulating my blood; by just witnessing that
inconspicuous iota of frantic vacillation in my
dwindling stride,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably feel the insatiably nostalgic child
in me; by just gently caressing my innocuously
vivacious lips,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably soliloquize the first day of my
birth; by just kissing my rampantly fluttering and
daintily gorgeous eyelashes,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably understand the diabolically
obsessive agony in my life; by just sighting the
augmented redness in the interiors of my palm; and
withering body skin,

She hadn’t give me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably analyze the state of intriguingly
inexplicable mind; by just staring for mock seconds;
at the ludicrously staggering curvature of my spine,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably construe the vibrant philosopher
entrenching my senses from all sides; by just inhaling
the scent that drifted; from my profusely wandering
countenance,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably conceive the insurmountable
reservoir of fantasy circulating in my blood; by just
kneading my pulse a minuscule trifle,
She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably perceive the tumultuous electricity
in my compassionate visage; by just the poignant
magnetism that radiated on every step that I gently
tread,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably apprehend the unfathomable carpet of
dreams in my eyes; by just witnessing the
resplendently shimmering twinkle that lay; therein,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably assimilate the unrelenting euphoria
in each element of my persona; by just tracing the
tiny globules of sweat; that ran down my chest,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably discern the ardent believer in my
body; by just witnessing the resiliently unflinching
contours of my chin,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably grasp the artist fulminating
inexorably in my ecstatic veins; by just feeling the
astronomical propensity in my fireballs of passionate
breath,

She hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably realize my uncontrollably escalating
desire; by just cuddling the fantastically zealous
moistness; which engulfed every trajectory of my
flesh,

And she hadn’t given me birth from her womb; but could
still irrefutably define my immortal love for her
divinely grace; by just listening to the marvelously
impregnable beats of my small; but perpetually craving
heart…..

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

»Just me and my Creator

No ornaments of gold needed; to embellish my body,

No chunks of land needed; for me to tread blissfully on
this earth,

No flames of fire needed; to warm me and illuminate
My night,

No streams of water needed; to wash myself and
rejuvenate my senses to the pinnacle of ecstasy,

No island of Sun needed; to impart warmth to my life,

No strawberry sweets needed; to placate my dying
Taste buds,

No rainbow in the sky needed; to vivaciously glimmering
my eyes,

No sparkling slabs of glass needed; in which I
Could sight my reflection,

No salt needed; to add pinches of exotic taste to
My food,

No grandiloquent watch needed; to accurately apprise
me of every second unleashing,

No enchanting music needed; to pacify my agitated
senses,

No tantalizing dance needed; to wake me up from
Dreary sleep,

No gaudy clothes needed; to sequester me from
Bizarre cold,
No morsels of rice and curd needed to appease
My insatiable hunger,

No spurious armory of smiles needed; to unrelentingly
shower upon me droplets of pure rain,

No tears of empathy needed; to sympathize with me in
my times of affliction and distress,

No books of literature needed to; enrich my
Knowledge about the historical times,

No cherries and wine needed; to entertain me beyond the
point of no control,

No draughts of cool air needed; to wipe of the
Sweat trickling down my nape,

No bundles of currency needed; to execute all
My desires to lavishly spend,

No bombastic attention needed; to escalate me to
The corridors of supreme fame,

No cushions of grass needed; to shield my feet from a
ground laid with acerbic thorns,

No blood needed; to circulate in my body granting me
the tenacity to gush forward,

No ideals needed; to chisel a new and philosophical
chapter in life,

No lights needed; to guide me ahead after stringently
breaking through the darkness of the gruesome night,

No palaces needed; to serve me oligarchic cuisine;
with the triangular crown placed fancily on my head,

No bones needed; to fortify my body; grant me the
resilience to fight against the uncouth society,

No garlands needed; to felicitate me sanctimoniously;
loud speakers announcing my presence in every road
and street,

No dreams needed; to tingle the chords of rampant
imagination; place me in a paradise of lost fairies,

No love needed; to maneuver me into a world of
passionate romance; ignite unburned desires of my soul,

No breath needed; to peacefully meditate; carry on the
chapter of harmonious existence,

JUST ME AND MY CREATOR; STARING PROFOUNDLY AT EACH
OTHER; WITH MY HEAD KNELT IN MEEK SUBMISSION IN HIS
LAP; AND THE OMNIPOTENT POWER IN HIS PALMS; BESIEGING
MY HEART WITH PERENNIAL HAPPINESS; PUTTING ME TO AN
ETERNAL SLEEP; WITH THE WORLD FAILING MISERABLY
THISTIME TO DISTURB ME…

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

»Just one girl

There were an infinite fraternities of scents
available to wonderfully mollify just one of my
disdainfully agitated armpit; wholesomely transcend
over the dreadfully preposterous stench emanating,

There were an infinite shades of mascara available to
stupendously enthrall just one of my obnoxiously
beleaguered eyelash; engender it to marvelously
outshine every maelstrom; tornado or the fiercest of
inexorable rain,

There were an infinite colors of lipstick available to
fantastically embellish just one my fretfully
grotesque lip; grant it the status of a gloriously
uncrowned fairy; for centuries unprecedented,

There were an infinite shapes of swords available to
majestically brandish my just one of my disparagingly
bereaved bone; make it feel like patriotically blazing
and invincible warriors; even against the most
acrimoniously cannibalistic of attack,

There were an infinite synchronizations of music
available to sensuously titillate just one of my
hedonistically emaciated eardrum; replenish its
compassionate hollows with the most unbelievably
mellifluous and rhapsodically tantalizing sounds,

There were an infinite textbooks of sagaciously
perspicacious literature available to beautifully
enlighten just one my horrendously illiterate senses;
blissfully metamorphose even the most inconspicuous
trace of lecherous nothingness in my soul; into a
fountain of Omnipotent learning,

There were an infinite varieties of exotically
iridescent pearls available to handsomely adorn just
one of the gorily sinister contours of my hapless
neck; transform it into a royal queen’s necklace for
as long as this planet existed,

There were an infinite curvatures of sun-glass
available to incredulously sequester just one of my
truculently blood-shot eye; hypnotize it into a
paradise of arcane seduction; even under the most
savagely blistering rays of the sweltering mid-day
Sun,

There were an infinite forms of titillating wine
available to liberate just one of my satanically
incarcerated senses; foment me to uninhibitedly
express my miserably lambasted inner self,

There were an infinite fabulous dreams available to
profoundly rekindle my just one part of my
hedonistically whipped mind; catapult me to a land
more higher and handsome than unbelievably celestial
paradise,

There were an infinite scrumptious delicacies
available to marvelously placate just one pang of
rapaciously growling hunger in my stomach; making me
feel as the most pricelessly contented organism on
this Universe; after I consumed the same with untamed
gusto,

There were an infinite dials of luminously trendy
watches available to regally adorn just one of my
uncontrollably quavering wrist; enthrallingly binding
it in the righteously punctilious definitions of
discerning time,

There were an infinite silhouettes of bewitchingly
titillating vixens available to timelessly arouse just
one cranny of my drearily despondent flesh; transport
me into the corridors of Kingly cloud nine; for
countless more births of mine,

There were an infinite molds of aristocratic candles
available to beautifully enlighten just one of my
disparagingly dolorous and ignominiously slandering
night; make me feel like the ultimate silken Moon
shimmering brilliantly on the trajectory of boundless
earth,

There were an infinite cylinders of quintessentially
artificial blood and breath available to Omnipotently
reinvigorate just one of my horrendously dying form;
bestow me upon with cardinal pints of divinely life,

There were an infinite brands of astounding blades
available to stringently scrap just one whisker of
unceremoniously bedraggled beard from my cheeks;
rendering them more immutably sparkling than the
candidly scintillating mirrors,

There were an infinite springs of redolent water
available to bathe and amazingly quench just one
element of my sordidly disheveled skin; annihilate
even the most mercurial speck of unsolicited alien
dirt from my disgustingly crumbling persona,

There were an infinite types of state-of-the-art
fabric available to compassionately embrace just one
of my impoverishedly trembling caricature; impregnate
in it the tenacity to face even the most wretchedly
freezing of circumstance,

Paradoxically; just one girl on this entire unending
Universe; none other but just one girl out of
countless girls symbiotically existing; was available;
was enough to bless and insuperably bond with an
infinite beats of my unsurpassably passionate and
relentlessly wandering heart; for an infinite more
births of mine…

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

»Just one of them

Life is an amalgamation of infinite emotions;
perpetual happiness is just one of them,

Life is a blend of infinite scents; the fragrance of
invincible success is just one of them,

Life is a labyrinth of infinite paths; the road to
irrefutable truth is just one of them,

Life is a rainbow of infinite colors; the shade of
profound empathy is just one of them,

Life is a cloud of infinite perceptions; seductively
ravishing fantasy is just one of them,

Life is a conglomerate of infinite flames; unrelenting
passion is just one of them,

Life is a combination of infinite winds; the air of
boisterous rhapsody is just one of them,

Life is a compilation of infinite words; vivacious
newness is just one of them,

Life is a quiver full of infinite arrows; the dagger
of blissful contentment is just one of them,

Life is a forest of infinite berries; the fruit of
selfless sacrifice is just one of them,

Life is a calendar of infinite dates; the day of fresh
birth is just one of them,

Life is a coalition of infinite rivers; the waters of
heavenly prosperity are just one of them,

Life is an assimilation of infinite anecdotes; an
encounter with exuberant adventure is just one of
them,

Life is a journey of infinite moods; amicably smiling
lips is just one of them,

Life is a mountain of infinite burrows; the cave of
unfathomable enchantment is just one of them,

Life is a myriad of infinite pearls; the jewel of self
purification is just one of them,

Life is a wall of infinite mirrors; the glass candidly
portraying an explicit identity is just one of them,

Life is a whirlpool of infinite patterns; the dance of
perennially euphoric triumph is just one of them,

Life is a consortium of infinite feelings; the element
of benevolent care is just one of them,

Life is a hill with infinite summits; the peak of
astronomically fortified conviction is just one of
them,

Life is an ocean of philosophies; the perspective of
independent existence is just one of them,

Life is an agglomerate of infinite shapes and forms;
the contours of impeccable beauty are just one of
them,

Life is a tornado of infinite messengers; the
harbinger of everlasting peace is just one of them,

Life is a garden of infinite virtues; immortally
unconquerable love is just one of them,

And life is a culmination of infinite beats; the
rhythm of the passionately palpitating heart is just
one of them….

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