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»I still profoundly remember

 

I still profoundly remember those moments when we had
first met; with your eyelashes fervently fluttering in
untamed exhilaration; under golden rays of the midday
Sun,
And today you sat like a silken princess beside me;
with our new born daughter cuddled compassionately in
your palms; as you bounced her euphorically towards
the mystical clouds; every now and again….

I still ardently remember those moments when we had
first met; with an unfathomable myriad of emotions
stifled a trifle in your throat; as you nervously
groped for the right words to begin,
And today you stared into the whites of my eyes like
the ultimate angel of my life; with our new born
daughter poignantly suckling milk from your impeccable
chest; as you perpetually tightened your grip; upon my
impoverished palms….

I still fondly remember those moments when we had
first met; with the beats of your heart throbbing more
vociferously than insatiable thunderbolts of
lightening in crimson sky; as you tried to sagaciously
discern every element of my diminutive countenance,
And today you embraced me more impregnably than the
heavens could every embrace the clouds; with our new
born daughter marvelously relishing your godly touch;
as you resolved to be only mine; for a countless more
lifetimes…..

I still ecstatically remember those moments when we
had first met; with an air of stupendously supreme
consciousness; triggering you to adjust the parting of
your mesmerizing hair; with even the most
inconspicuous draught of air,
And today you miraculously bestowed a river of
unfathomable newness upon my every disastrously
traumatized nerve; with our new born daughter
mischievously poking her immaculate fingers into your
nose; as you kissed me like a tantalizing seductress
on my cheeks…..

I still eternally remember those moments when we had
first met; with your ingratiating form timelessly
eluding me; as you surreptitiously tried to camouflage
your shivering form behind the undulating hills,
And today your ravishing hair blew perennially across
the contours of my despicably languishing face; with
our new born daughter blissfully sleep in your
heavenly palms; as you poignantly assimilated even the
most infinitesimal desire of my soul; in the
ever-pervading streams of your scarlet blood…..
‘
I still fervently remember those moments when we had
first met; with an unsurpassable sky of goose-bumps;
creeping in inexplicable excitement upon every pore of
your celestial skin,
And today your enamoring lips had forever interlocked
with mine; with our new born daughter innocuously
wailing in your majestic ears; as your even the
remotest trace of your shadow blended with mine; for
centuries immemorial…..

I still passionately remember those moments when we
had first met; with torrential showers of rain pelting
from the sky; propelling you to shiver in
uncontrollable excitement; as you regally awaited my
advancing footsteps,
And today even the slightest of your gaze had taken
invincible control over my heart; soul and conscience;
with our new born daughter flirtatiously frolicking at
your divinely feet; as you made me feel the richest
organism ever alive; on the trajectory of this
gigantic Universe…..

I still piquantly remember those moments when we had
first met; with your sensuously fulminating eyes;
hardly mustering the courage to witness even the most
obfuscated of my reflection,
And today you unassailably signed every beat of my
romantically throbbing heart with the immortal
signature of love; with our new born daughter
snuggling deeper and deeper into your comforting
bosom; as you became the only reason for my holistic
existence….

I still proudly remember those moments when we had
first met; with your words of inarticulately melodious
introduction; seeming to me like the most fascinating
sounds on this mammoth planet,
And today you enshrouded me from all sides with your
aura of Omnipresent righteousness; with our new born
daughter making us feel greater than the greatest of
Gods every unfurling minute; as you impregnably
intermingled each of your breath; with mine….


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

 

i stood beneath the gurgling waterfall plummeting down
the mountain slope,
with icy coats of air slapping my face,
felt tingling sensations creep all over my exhausted
persona,
drowning me in an ocean of unfathomable euphoria.

I stood beneath blazing roof of the fiery sunball,
A swarm of flies buzzed incoherently in my ear,
Blistering carpets of heat stabbed fragile pores of my
skin,
As I bathed in the vicinity of the open street in
ponds of perspiration.

I stood beneath the dense camouflage of leafy tree,
Melodious rhymes of the cuckoo entangled frayed nerves
of my mind,
Rain showers of water diffused from the clouds,
I slept on the bed of wet jungle weed with colored
grape fruit strewn beside
me.

I stood beneath a roof of pure silk cloth,
Ultra thin threads of floss tickling my nostrils,
The aura of luxury encapsulating impoverished zones of
my mind,
Drifting me temporarily away from pragmatic realities
of life.

I stood beneath the mystical idol of god all life,
Praying incessantly without reprieve,
Refraining from cumbersome work and daily tasks,
Visualizing quintals of grey notes to cascade from the
statue,
My reverie was abruptly broken,
I heard in disdain the message floating loud and
vibrant,
The idol admonishing me to perspire and bleed,
Shed costly tears in abundance, develop stains of mud
on my immaculately white
shirt,
To pay the rent for the iota of space I occupied on
mother earth.


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»I walked barefoot

 

When i walked barefoot on a cushion of jungle thorn,
the blazing sun boiling moist portions of bald earth,
with blistering waves of heat stabbing naked spots on
my skin,
i felt a rich gravy of blood trickle at rapid pace
from my sole.

when i walked barefoot on dying embers of seasoned
lumber
sparks of red coal flying sporadically in the air,
a blend of grey ash and mud stinging my tender eye,
i felt like a slaughtered chicken with tumultuous
numbness enveloping my
body.

When I walked barefoot on frozen coats of ice,
Icy winds of snow caressing my unwashed hair,
With mercury dipping an abysmal low below freezing,
I felt blood in infinite veins of my body starting to
transit into a solid
curry of cold water.

When I walked barefoot on a large slab of cake,
The heavenly aroma of crushed cherry tickling starved
hair of my nostril,
An icing of molten sugar now juxtaposed with my toe
nail,
I felt concentrated waves of euphoria descend down my
entity.

When I walked barefoot on the luxury coffin holding
one of my kin,
Ghastly blows of sorrow encompassing my trembling
body,
Hysterical sobs emanating from dormant regions of my
throat,
I felt as if the world had come to a mute standstill,
The creator had promptly vanished,
leaving me deserted, to face the worst agony walking
barefoot.


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»I wanted

 

I wanted to be a part of the kingly orchestra,
dance wildly all night flexing dormant muscles of my
body.
i wanted to swing in silky webs weaved of spider
thread,
drown in the saline ocean amidst an ambience of grey
whale.
i wanted to devour large chunks of unripened banana,
roll in silver sands with awesome amount of rain
tumbling down.
i wanted to smell the sugary aroma of brilliant red
rose,
bathe in shower taps oozing an incessant flow of
golden honey.
i wanted murky clouds soaked in sandalwood to tickle
hair in my nostril,
swim through frightening deep areas of the water pool.
i wanted tonnes of salt in the food i consumed,
walk on sparkling floor smeared with rich quality
grease.
i wanted a compact wrist watch studded with roman
numerals,
sleep all night in a cane straw house high up in
twined branches of neem
tree.
i wanted to plunge into the dark valley with a
parachute attached,
sip violet grape juice at painstaking speeds from the
crystal glass.
i wanted to gallop across mighty currents of african
wind,
feed the fishes in the tank with minuscule grub and
crushed bone.
i wanted to help all in distress and afflicted with
pain,
earn gargantum amount of wealth to achieve the same.


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»I wanted the world to recognize

 

I wanted people to recognize me as a poet penning down volumes of
mystical
verse; not as a mundane businessman,

I wanted people to recognize me as true perspiration trickling in the
sun;
not as the sleazy bottle of artificial scent,

I wanted people to recognize me as bare skin battling all seasons; not
as
gaudy cloth camouflaging every part of my demeanor,

I wanted people to recognize me as crystalline water cascading down the
pristine slopes; not as obnoxious whisky bubbling gently in the
barrels,

I wanted people to recognize me as raw power of muscle; not as
radiating
boxing gloves fitted snugly to my palms,

I wanted people to recognize me as milk naturally oozing from the cow;
not
as chunks of pallid ice-cream stored in the refrigerator,

I wanted people to recognize me as a ray of sun in the cosmos; not as
bombastic gleam of the bulb piercing effeminately through the night,

I wanted people to recognize me as original hoarse voice; not as shrill
tunes diffusing over the silver coated mike,

I wanted people to recognize me as impeccable eyes; not as slinky tint
of
sunglasses blended with a myriad of beastly designs,

I wanted people to recognize me as a soldier; not as a parasitic leech
suckling fodder from the rosy tree,

I wanted people to recognize me as a dreamy yawn fantasizing
unrelentingly;
not as matchbox steps leading to the corporate office,

I wanted people to recognize me as a stalk of grass with glistening dew
drops; not as ghastly spray of fertilizer causing animate to perish in
vicinity,

I wanted people to recognize me as wild undergrowths of the valley; not
as
the glittering castle carved out of polished sandstone,

I wanted people to recognize me as choppy waves of the ocean; not as
disdainful ringing of the alarm clock at dawn,

I wanted people to recognize me as a nostalgic philanderer; not as the
broker manipulating intricacies of the stock market,

I wanted people to recognize me as a vivacious rainbow draping the
velvety
sky; not as flickering lights of the modern disco,

I wanted people to recognize me a scarlet cluster of sensuous grapes;
not as
the meticulous array of white spoons and forks,

I wanted people to recognize me as my mothers son; not as a towering
entity
garlanded with flowers,

And I wanted the world to recognize me as individual burning every
second in
the blazing inferno of love; not as a cupid arranging marriages for
couples
based on their horroscopes, caste and creed...


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»I wanted to accept

 

I didn’t want to simply smile; I wanted to accept its
fascinating glory and fabulous charm; instead,

I didn’t want to simply cry; I wanted to magnanimously
accept its treacherous sorrow; instead,

I didn’t want to simply sleep; I wanted to accept its
ravishingly surreal dream till times immemorial;
instead,

I didn’t want to simply shiver; I wanted to accept its
mysteriously uncanny tingling; instead,

I didn’t want to simply starve; I wanted to its
inevitable descending upon my impoverished caricature;
instead,

I didn’t want to simply desire; I wanted to accept its
stupendously passionate and ardent virtue; instead,

I didn’t want to simply get crippled; I wanted to
accept its tyrannical blow as a beautiful gift;
instead,

I didn’t want to simply sweat; I wanted to accept its
onerous trickle as the seeds of incessant
perseverance; instead,

I didn’t want to simply admire; I wanted to accept all
the planet as a paradise of mesmerizing beauty;
instead,

I didn’t want to simply dream; I wanted to accept it
as a marvelously enchanting fantasy which blossomed
into infinite petals of prosperity every unfurling
minute; instead,

I didn’t want to simply achieve the unconquerable; I
wanted to accept its poignant triumph as an outburst
from the celestial heavens; instead,

I didn’t want to simply metamorphose the definitions
of art; I wanted to accept wholeheartedly its
indefatigably changing forms; instead,

I didn’t want to simply marry the ultimate love of my
life; I wanted to accept its most bountifully
perpetual bondage; instead,

I didn’t want to simply memorize; I wanted to accept
my brain for its insurmountable labyrinth of
intriguing dilemmas; instead,

I didn’t want to simply respect; I wanted to accept
its divinely sacrosanct blessings; instead,

I didn’t want to simply gallop; I wanted to accept the
incomprehensibly fast pace of life to its fullest;
instead,

I didn’t want to simply breathe; I wanted to accept
its Omnipotent essence with open hands till times upto
which the Creator wanted; instead,

I didn’t want to simply love; I wanted to accept its
most immortal element for countless more lives of
mine; instead,

I didn’t want to simply create; I wanted to accept
everything around me as the most gorgeous organism of
God's evolution; instead,

And I didn’t want to simply die; I wanted to accept
its unavoidable web with the same smile on my face as
when I was freshly born; instead….


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»I wanted to be unconquerably sure

 

I really didn’t possess even the most infinitesimal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of vivaciously enthralling and stupendously proliferating life,

I really didn’t possess even the most ethereal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of gloriously nubile and ecstatically amazing life,

I really didn’t possess even the most oblivious of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of resplendently triumphant and timelessly ameliorating life,

I really didn’t possess the even most parsimonious of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of unflinchingly indomitable and fearlessly blessing life,

I really didn’t possess even the most fugitive of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of beautifully redolent and symbiotically undefeated life,

I really didn’t possess even the most transient of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of tirelessly rejuvenating and ebulliently winning life,

I really didn’t possess even the most evanescent of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of jubilantly enthralling and stupendously eclectic life,

I really didn’t possess even the most mercurial of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of fragrantly unassailable and Omnisciently benign life,

I really didn’t possess even the most transient of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of beautifully unceasing and eternally ameliorating life,

I really didn’t possess even the most obliterated of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of handsomely unconquerable and celestially uplifting life,

I really didn’t possess even the most evaporating of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of effulgently rhapsodic and interminably fathomless life,

I really didn’t possess even the most non-existent of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of unbelievably mesmerizing and incredulously royal life,

I really didn’t possess even the most disappearing of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of benevolently humanitarian and supremely spell-binding life,

I really didn’t possess even the most dilapidated of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of fantastically enamoring and vibrantly poignant life,

I really didn’t possess even the most cloistered of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of victoriously showering and insuperably unprejudiced life,

I really didn’t possess even the most ephemeral of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of indomitably felicitating and eternally harmonious life,

I really didn’t possess even the most inane of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of majestically parading and undyingly burgeoning life,

I really didn’t possess even the most vanishing of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of bountifully blossoming and holistically impregnable life,

Wholesomely contrary to the above; I wanted to be unconquerably sure; every instant of my destined life; that whenever I died; whenever the Omniscient Creator had written the signature of inevitable death in my existence; it happened and solely happened; on the feet of none else; but my timelessly insuperable and perpetual beloved….

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»I wanted to be your heart

 

I wanted to be your tenacious palms; when you wanted
to climb the steep
mountain,
I wanted to be your intricate eyes; when you desired
to browse speedily
through condensed literature,
I wanted to be your formidable teeth; when you wanted
to passionately chew
hard chunks of sugarcane,
I wanted to be your feet; when you felt exhausted;
with marathon distances yet
to be covered,
I wanted to be your knotted fingers; when you wished
to inundate immaculate
sheets of paper with infinite lines of script,
I wanted to be your skin; when you felt the blistering
heat of the sun; the
steaming breeze burning your flesh,
I wanted to be your breath; when you felt suffocated;
gasping to inhale in
claustrophobic cabins of the aircraft,
I wanted to be your memory; when you needed to
scrupulously retrospect the
past,
I wanted to be your laughter; when you danced around
the room in stupendous
exultation,
I wanted to be your stomach; when you were afflicted
by monotonous
constipation,
I wanted to be your rosy tongue; when you felt like
boisterously screeching;
expanding your lungs to top capacity,
I wanted to be your bones; when you felt dreary ready
to collapse on the
ground,
I wanted to be your nails; when you felt like
inevitably scratching mundane
paint from wall,
I wanted to be your confidence; when you were
confronted all alone by a gang
of unruly thieves,
I wanted to your inspiration; when life seemed
cumbersome at every footstep;
with the tyranny of fate besieging you every second,
I wanted to be your ability to fantasize; when you
desired to of to blissful
sleep,
I wanted to be your ravishing hair; which swirled with
mesmerizing grace under
the fully opalescent moon,
I wanted to be your blood; flowing unrelentingly
through your ocean blue
veins,
I wanted to be your sweat; oozing profusely when you
laboriously executed a
plethora of household tasks,
I wanted to be your effusive tears; when you felt like
sobbing in
tribulation,
And over and above all; I wanted to be your heart;
which was purer than the
most exquisite of gold; loved me more than anybody
else inhabiting this earth.


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»I wanted to breathe, sleep, eat with your name

 

I wanted to breathe your name each time I exhaled out air; impregnating
the
atmosphere with your mystical fragrance,
Facilitating your entity to settle; occupying all quarters of my
cloistered
room.

I wanted to sight your name each time I opened my eyes; granting it a
status
of being blissfully omnipresent,
Making me thoroughly oblivious to the tyranny of the world; the ghastly
incidences unleashing themselves on the crowded street.

I wanted to hear your name each time sound drifted into my ears;
transforming
all other noise into your splendor,
Making your voice my song for the brilliant morning as well as my rhyme
for
the freezing night.

I wanted to recite your name each time I opened my lips; circumventing
my face
with an inevitable smile,
Imparting rubicund color to the corners of my cheek; and an enchanting
glow to
the fortress of my teeth.

I wanted to imprison your name each time I clenched my fists; keeping
it
forever locked in my embrace,
Shielding it wholesomely from nefarious looks of the world; the lechery
of
savage souls existing on this globe.

I wanted to digest your name each time I consumed food; enabling me to
keep
you in proximity with my intestines,
Eventually becoming an indispensable constituent part of my blood;
circulating
rambunctiously through my veins.

I wanted to envisage your name each time I felt like dreaming;
profoundly
incorporating my mind with your mesmerizing images,
Catapulting me to unprecedented territories of paradise; the very
instant I
wanted too.

I wanted to incarcerate your name on my tongue each time I felt
thirsty; to
satiate the burning chords bouncing in my throat,
Celestially pacifying my desires; leading me to holistic pathways of
spiritual
healing.

I wanted to write your name in grandiloquent bold letters each time my
fingers
itched to move; accentuating it profoundly on bonded paper,
Portraying the enlightening effect that it has; when sighted in
embossed
script.

And I wanted to remember your name with the first beams of evanescent
dawn;
and the last minute before shutting my eyes,
Blessing me with loads of courage to fight the acerbic day; sleep as
unperturbed as god in the ominous night.


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»I wanted to die with you

 

I WANTED TO dance with you on the sun; with its dazzling rays profoundly basking us all day,

I wanted to walk with you through the deserts; with the golden sands weaving enchanting trails of our footsteps,

I wanted to sit with you on the placid green meadows; incessantly admiring the rustic cattle; scores of flocculent mountain sheep,

I wanted to gallivant with you on bare horseback; with your mesmerizing hair rampantly blowing with the air and tingling my cheek,

I wanted to leisurely philander with you across the amusement park; taking an exhilarating spin with you on the roller coaster train,

I wanted to raucously play with you in the swirling ocean; splashing infinite droplets of water on your face,

I wanted to talk with you on telephone for marathon hours of time; solely infatuated by the melodious cadence in your voice,

I wanted to sleep with you on the open terrace; with the tenacious rays of moon infiltrating into our eyes,

I wanted to eat with you in your plate; feeding you delectable morsels of food with my very own hands,

I wanted to stand with you on the summit of the monumental building; drearily sight the world as an obfuscated blur some thousand feet below,
I wanted to see all movies on the silver screen with you; entwining my palms with your compassionate fingers,

I wanted to entangle my wrists with yours; giving you the pleasure of easily defeating me,

I wanted to kneel beside your frail persona when you were ill; scrupulously feeding you your medicines despite your vehement resistance,

I wanted to bathe with you in the Jungle River; with frothy water profusely tickling against our shivering backs,

I wanted to sip bubbling coffee with you beside the fireplace; relish the warmth of your breath wafting in the air,

I wanted to infuriate you to the threshold of irritation; then massage your sacrosanct feet till they felt rejuvenated,

I wanted to hoist you high and handsome towards the sky; asking the creator to bestow upon you my share of felicity,

I wanted to assist you prepare our supper for the night; frivolously spraying upon you fresh tomato juice to hear your animated squeals,

I wanted to ensure that you remained invincibly safe at all moments; hovering like a shadow behind you; not abdicating from your presence even if you rebuked me,

I wanted to attain the power of clairvoyance; satiating the most minuscule of your demands before you even uttered them,

I wanted to kiss you unrelentingly; for as long as indispensable air lasted in our lungs,

And I wanted to relinquish my terrestrial pleasures blending my blood with you; leave for my destination to heaven; the instant god decided to take you from me in his arms.



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