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»Her Slave, Her Admirer, Her Lover

 

Although I hoisted my hands to emboss the scriptures
of tomorrow; incorrigibly taking a pledge to pen down
all the mesmerizing beauty of this Universe,
However all I ended up doing was; inundating infinite
sheets of paper with her irrefutably sacrosanct name….

Although I opened my lips to sing the most enchanting
song on this planet; emulate the mesmerizing
nightingale to evolve a river of melodious tunes,
However all I ended up doing was; chanting her
virtues till times immemorial; falling in an
unrelenting reverie on the ground; with volcano's of
her voluptuous grace fulminating at the back of my
mind….

Although I pulled my eyes open to wander in boundless
directions in this world; explore the most
enigmatically swirling fantasies rising handsomely
towards the sky,
However all I ended up doing was; riveting them on her
dwelling; profusely admiring her sleeping like an
celestially innocuous angel under the blanket of
resplendently twinkling stars…

Although I opened my mouth to relish the festoon of
succulent cherries strewn majestically in the fields;
languish in the aisles of untamed desire; after
sipping sparkling stream water,
However all I ended up doing was; chewing my own
fingers in profuse anticipation; as I anxiously waited
for her stupendously royal shadow to sweep past the
contours of my face….

Although I alighted my foot from domains of
insurmountable laziness; to trespass through each
cranny of this fathomless globe; lead my life to most
excitingly unprecedented limits,
However all I ended up doing was; incessantly circle
around her house all night and day; trying my best to
annihilate even the slightest insinuation of evil
lingering in vicinity….

Although I unleashed my ears to hear the fathomless
myriad of sounds hovering nimbly in the atmosphere;
decipher the intriguing puzzles of mother nature,
However all I ended up doing was; target all my senses
profoundly to the cadence of her voice; wholesomely
dedicate each birth of mine to every word she
uttered….

Although I unveiled my mind to tackle the most
mystical battles offered by pragmatic life; coin
solutions to the inexorably inexplicable problems
loitering around,
However all I ended up doing was; dreaming about her
euphorically boisterous countenance till decades
unfathomable; entwine myself in mind; body and soul
with her immortal spirit…

Although I ripped apart my heart; trying to share all
its philanthropic goodness with each organism created
in harmonious unison by the Almighty Creator,
However all I ended up doing was; incarcerate her
divinely image in for times beyond existence in each
of its thunderous beat….

And although I unfurled my breath in passionate
exultation to lead each instant of destined life;
persevere to the most astronomical heights; to achieve
the ambitions of my holistic survival,
However all I ended up doing was; surrendering in
wholesome entirety to her impeccably heavenly feet;
remaining her slave; her admirer; her lover; for
countless more births yet to come….

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

 

The steaming island of sun played hide and seek amidst
the smoke grey clouds,
peeping sporadically with stringent tenacity,
filtering with flamboyant exuberance pallid spots of
the galaxy,
fumigating dirt and stench with antiseptic rays of
dazzling light.

tranquil contours of the moon played hide and seek
between brown sandwiches of
mountain,
illuminating the gruesome blackness of arid night,
stuck like perpetual glue to azure carpets
of the sky,
imparting placid waves of passionate moisture to
scorched patches of earth.

a cluster of woodpecker played hide and seek in an
ambience of foliated
trees,
chirping affable rhymes in melodramatic unison,
gliding no invasively past an assemblage of tall
hawthorn bush,
taking frequent dips, submerging their weary in the
crystal stream of silken
white jungle water bodies,


truckloads of golden sawdust played hide and seek in
an environment of mighty
edifices,
blowing in feverish exhilaration with torrential
draughts of wind,
incessantly covering exposed portions of stainless
glass pane,
intruding upon the intricate coat of snow white eye,
enveloping polished arenas of space with blotches of
disdainful mud.

articulate webs of conscience play hide and seek with
the good and bad,
yielding predominantly to insatiable desires of evil,
succumbing with languid ease to lucrative options of
crime,
seldom adhering to persevering routes of immaculate
truth,
falling prey to hollow caves of affluence and
superficial glamour.
'

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

 

The gigantic silhouette of neem tree rested on hinges
of tender roots,
embedded firmly at colossal depths from surface of
ground,
anchoring the mighty structure for centuries till it
swayed in the breeze.

polished teak doors studded with brass leaned on
hinges of pure metal,
thoroughly oiled, lubricated with whale fat grease,
maneuvering with dexterous ease at instants of
proximity with curled finger.

pearly white waters of the gurgling waterfall rested
on hinges of the bare
mountain,
plummeted down the barren slopes at breathtaking
speeds,
diffusing into Herculean amounts of frothy spray,
while colliding with the
obdurate trajectory of black rocks.

cat combed hives of the humming bee spun their homes
on hinges of foliage,
bustled with feverish activity through speeding hours
of the clock,
stuffing multiple pores of their tree top den,
with loads of freshly manufactured sickening sweet
honey.

a plethora of birds flew with spurts of newly found
energy,
resting lucratively on broad hinges of their wings,
relished the supreme freedom of sighting the world
from infinite paces above
the ground.

i envisaged of sleeping on blissful hinges of love,
hinges luminating large with vibrant possession,
which could be provided only by unprejudiced feeling,
the person i possessed in mind, body, and spirit,
held captive deep within sensitive chambers of my
heart,
the person i cared for above all denominations of the
hollow society.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»His Heart was as omnipresent

 

His cheeks were as pristine as the snow on the
astronomical summit of the mountain; glistening to a
perfect golden under brilliantly flamboyant sunlight,

His eyes were as blue as the majestically swirling
ocean; darting infinite places in a minute; to savor
the newness of this world,

His hair were as soft as silk which flowed in the
mesmerizing heavens; culminating into a festoon of
mischievous curls; which made him the unprecedented
darling of all races,

His palms were as pink as the freshly blossomed lotus;
imparting their stupendously immaculate odor; to every
gloomy particle in the atmosphere,

His smile was as enchanting as the pearly moonlight;
incarcerating even the most belligerently hostile in
its impeccable grip,

His eyelashes were as poignant as the vivaciously
slapping artists brush; incessantly fluttering in the
midst of the stringently monotonous town,

His lips were as sweet as marvelously rejuvenating
sticks of sugarcane; remaining a profuse scarlet in
every conceivable shade of changing light,

His skin was as flawless as the mothers milk; granting
one the tenacity to conquer any aspect of treacherous
life; the instant he caressed it,

His feet were as voluptuously spongy as the bed of
overwhelmingly fragrant roses; sending shivers round
every cranny of the earth as he nimbly transgressed
it,

His ears were as rhapsodic as globules of royally
cascading honey; insurmountably intrigued by the most
tiniest of sound that drifted in space,

His blood was as energetic the tumultuously showering
clouds; proliferating into a mist of exuberant
excitement every unleashing minute,

His voice was as naturally uninhibited as the morning
cuckoo; making people towering towards the sky; bow
down to his heavenly grace,

His sweat was as tangy as salt imprisoned in the
undulating sea waves; making him the son of every star
shimmering in cosmotic space,

His teeth were as fabulously immaculate as the
extruding buds of nascent cotton; with which he
feasted on dainty chunks of appetizingly seductive
cheese,

His stomach was as sacred as the bells ringing
emphatically in the celestial temple; rising and
falling like a fairy as he inhaled in puffs of
exhilarating air,

His tongue was as flirtatious as the cheeky
chimpanzee; as he darted it out every now and again;
as the worlds most spuriously ostentatious business
tycoons; without the slightest of restraint,

His bones were as ebulliently bouncy as the striped
giraffe; galloping at a pace which left the fastest of
missile behind,

His yawn was as ingratiatingly splendid as creamy
dawn; instilling a reinvigorating wave of bliss in
maniacally overworked entities,

His breath was as Omnipotent as the most vital signs
of life; granting stupendously unfathomable tenacity
to every organism who had the slightest of desire to
live,

And his heart was as Omnipresent as Almighty God;
irrefutably worshipped by every other heart wandering
on this Universe; although he had just taken birth as
a tiny little living being; a tiny little child to be
more precise…..


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

 

If we held back our thunderous laughter,
boisterous episodes of joy would get crucified in
dungeons of sorrow,
accompanied by hysterical sobbing at times of ecstatic
jubilation.


if we held back our breath for more than few seconds,
the body would feel choked and suffocated,
we would inadvertently release the same with
exhilarated sighs and gasps.


if we held back saline tears from dribbling down,
we would become brutally cold to pragmatic realities of
death,
would soon become insane and misfits to exist in the
society.


if we held back outrageous anger from expurgating out,
outbursts of violence would strangulate our heart,
leading to imprisoned feelings of savage vindication.


if we held back our sneeze from diffusing out into
frothy spray,
crusts of moist mucus would get deposited in our
nostril,
causing inevitable sensations to occasionally finger
our nose.


if we held back our coats of nails from growing tall,
they would forcibly find a way to flourish,
piercing through the plethora of sophisticated armory
placed beside them.


if we held back our speech from making obstreperous
noise,
the fleshy organ of our tongue would decay, trapped
between a cluster of
teeth,
dying a natural death in hollow ambience of mouth.


if we held back dazzling yellow pools of water in our
bladder,
the spongy caricature of body would feel overwhelmingly
restless,
the liquid would spasmodically gush out after few
hours of feckless control.

if we held back unsurpassable feelings of holistic
love,
there would be frugal purpose in this life to exist,
we would simply waste precious years bestowed upon us
to breathe as humans


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

 

Every thunderstorm in the sky; was accompanied by pelting rain,

Every festival celebrated on earth; was accompanied with loads of
vibrant
color,

Every bird flapping its wings in the atmosphere; was accompanied by
revitalizing draughts of free air,

Every wave clashing against the rocks; was accompanied by gallons of
silken
froth,

Every irritation in the intricate eye; was accompanied by a disdainful
redness
enveloping its crystalline white,

Every tiger transgressing through jungle territory; was accompanied by
his
thunderous growl,

Every entity walking through the land in light; was accompanied by its
lanky
shadow,

Every delicious meal devoured with relish; was accompanied by a
discordant
burp,

Every midnight after a hectic days work; was accompanied by an
everlasting
yawn,

Every slab of ice placed on a granary of sand; was accompanied by
sweating of
water,

Every watch adorned smartly on the wrists; was accompanied by the
ticking of
its slender needles,

Every jewel embellished on the ring; was accompanied by magnificent
shine,

Every camel gallivanting languidly through the deserts; was accompanied
by its
obnoxious yet delectable hunch,

Every stream placidly situated amidst the mountains; was accompanied by
a few
ripples,

Every car sky rocketing into daylight; was accompanied by the whirring
noise
of its tiers,

Every spurt of wholehearted laughter; was accompanied by gregarious
smiles,

Every altercation; hurling of contemptuous abuse; was accompanied by
hostile
war,

Every spell of rain in blistering sunlight; was accompanied by the
opalescent
rainbow,

Every flame of blazing fire; was accompanied by inconspicuous wisps of
frigid
smoke,

Every mother inhabiting the surface of this globe; was accompanied by
her
darling children,

Every god residing in Heaven; was accompanied by omnipotent power,
And every anecdote of true love; unprecedented desire for each other;
was
accompanied by 'HOLY MARRIAGE'.





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

 

I didn’t need palaces inundated with unfathomable
treasuries of gold and silver; sheets of
sanctimoniously silken richness to sleep and
tirelessly exist,
Home & Paradise for me was where elements of
perennially blessing and fantastically unconquerable
truth lived,
Home & Paradise for me was where there was rustic
simplicity galore; without the most infinitesimal iota
of manipulation,
Home & Paradise for me was the place where there
wasn’t the tiniest speck of salacious bloodshed; where
the spirit of unassailable symbiotism reigned
majestically supreme,
Home & Paradise for me was the atmosphere where
pristine innocence was the mantra of life for times
immemorial; where the fragrance of Immortal Love
blessed every palpable organism in its godly swirl…


I didn’t need clouds showering gold coins of the
highest pedigree; political power of the most
unprecedented authority to mercilessly rule over the
entire boundless planet,
Home & Paradise for me was where rainbows of celestial
peace and disarmament were the color of the Omnipotent
day; gave impregnable tenacity to blissful blossom for
a countless more enchanting nights,
Home & Paradise for me was the island where
unparalleled happiness flowered; out of helping my
fellow comrades and truculently beleaguered human
being,
Home & Paradise for me was where there wasn’t the most
ethereal trace of hedonistic monotony; and innovative
freshness culminated into the most pricelessly
everlasting song of humanity,
Home & Paradise for me was the kite which forever
sailed into the forest of enigmatically enthralling
adventure; splendidly tantalizing every dormant cranny
of my nimble body….


I didn’t need the most fantastically glittering
jewelry on my body; a never-ending fountain of
immaculately milky pearls profusely pouring on my
demeanor from all sides,
Home & Paradise for me was in the first sign of regale
life spawning from quintessential soil; the inimitable
versatility with which it diffused its magnetism upon
one and all alike,
Home & Paradise for me was where the ghastly mortuary
of lies had evaporated into inane nothingness; where
only righteousness was the miraculous wind that
diffused from the mouth,
Home & Paradise for me was in that fabric; which
perennially wafted the scent of the unshakably
sacrosanct mother,
Home & Paradise for me was in the clouds; in which
exuberantly soared the birds of timelessly uninhibited
freedom…


I didn’t need unsurpassably unceasing power; the
reigns of this entire Universe in my hands; to
whimsically rule at my wacky will,
Home & Paradise for me was where every human under the
sky; bonded in the religion of humanity; irrespective
of caste; creed and spurious religion; alike,
Home & Paradise for me was in the veils of mischievous
sensuousness; the aristocratic setting of the evening
Sun behind the mystically rain soaked hills,
Home & Paradise for me was where ubiquitous
camaraderie disseminated its humanitarian caress on
every patch of ebulliently fructifying soil,
Home & Paradise for me was in the mirrors of
insuperably glorious honesty; the cradle of the new
born child; whose very first cries resembled the
spirit of the perpetually triumphant and Omnipotent
divine…

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

 

I might have euphorically gallivanted to the absolute
summit of the rhapsodic mountain; and handsomely
kissed the gloriously vivacious crescent of seductive
rainbow,

I might have unrelentingly waded through the
poignantly salty oceans; dancing till unsurpassable
eternity with the resplendently enamoring dolphins,

I might have timelessly philandered through the
mystically jubilant forests; rhythmically
acclimatizing my ebulliently racing pulse; with the
enigmatically tantalizing rustling of fresh leaves,

I might have fervently rolled on titillating mud;
encapsulating even the most infinitesimal arena of my
exploring demeanor; with profoundly rejuvenating
ecstasy,

But eventually at the end of the optimistic day and as
the Sun eventually transcended blissfully past the
ethereal horizons; there was nothing as
compassionately comforting; as HOME; SWEET HOME….

1…..

I might have relentlessly bathed under the gorgeously
sparkling waterfalls; wholesomely oblivious to even
the most ardent puff of breath that ecstatically
descended down my nostrils,

I might have mischievously flirted with fathomless
nubile maidens; playing games of voluptuous hide and
seek; as the thunderbolts of rain pelted torrentially
from crimson sky,

I might have embarked on the most exhilarating
expedition of my lifetime; audaciously leaping towards
the clouds; as the entrenchment of perennially silken
dawn engulfed one and all; holistically alike,

I might have disdainfully lost track of pragmatic
time; as I endlessly fantasized beyond the realms of
eternally sacrosanct paradise,

But at the end of the enlightening day and as the Sun
eventually disappeared in wholesome entirety for the
remainder of the ghastly night; there was nothing as
Omnisciently gratifying; as HOME; SWEET HOME….

2….

I might have tirelessly recounted tales of
ingratiating adventure; to the entire planet;
fulminating into a reservoir of bubbling enthusiasm as
each second unleashed into a wholesome minute,

I might have unflinchingly faced the most truculently
acrimonious of winds; towering as an apostle of
irrefutable righteousness; by the grace of Almighty
Lord,

I might have arisen like streaks of uncontrollable
lightening in the middle of the night; to
eccentrically reminisce the most marvelously majestic
moments of my diminutively impoverished existence,

I might have astoundingly evolved a boundless fountain
of creativity; on even the most indigenously
dilapidated path; that I nimbly transgressed,

But at the end of the unassailable day and as the Sun
eventually whispered a fugitive adieu to the gigantic
sky; there was nothing as philanthropically uniting;
as HOME; SWEET HOME….

3….

I might have inherently inherited an uncanny ability
of articulately using my fingers; to encompass the
colossal beauty of this wonderfully panoramic planet;
in the canvas of my immaculately tiny palms,

I might have incessantly chortled into tornadoes of
frolicking happiness; perpetually smiling even in the
most disastrously ungainly moments of penalizing
existence,

I might have tossed in a restless inferno of unending
excitement; conceiving the most spell bindingly
fantastic vibrations on this Omnipotent earth,

I might have vociferously placed my footstep on every
single cranny of this unfathomably fantastic planet;
indefatigably discovering the charisma in God’s most
sacred atmosphere; till the very last beat of my
heart; and with my minuscule little mind,

But at the end of the benign day and as the Sun
eventually paid its last tributes to regally
aristocratic brightness; there was nothing as
pricelessly humanitarian; as HOME; SWEET HOME….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Homeless- In all my mind; body and soul

 

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my invincibly compassionate eyes; but strangely this left me haplessly and gruesomely blind in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my inimitably priceless lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my poignantly enamoring lips; but strangely this left me brutally and heartlessly infertile in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my bountifully celestial lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my indefatigably fantasizing brain; but strangely this left me hopelessly and venomously robotic in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my spell-bindingly fructifying lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my unassailably masculine shoulders; but strangely this left me devastatingly and irretrievably weak in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my marvelously jubilant lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my majestically burgeoning destiny; but strangely this left me forlornly and lividly chanceless in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my triumphantly eclectic lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my effervescently chattering tongue; but strangely this left me torturously and unbearably silent in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my ecstatically infallible lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my euphorically adventurous feet; but strangely this left me worthlessly and wantonly monotonous in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my victoriously beautiful lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my vivaciously artistic shadow; but strangely this left me treacherously and tawdrily delirious in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my vibrantly inscrutable lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my ravishingly tantalizing belly; but strangely this left me blasphemously and egregiously famished in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my mystically resplendent lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my golden globules of sweating perseverance; but strangely this left me inexplicably and fetidly meaningless in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my unendingly exhilarating lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my mellifluously ardent throat; but strangely this left me maniacally and obliviously thirsty in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my fathomlessly exuberant lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my sensuously virile nape; but strangely this left me pathetically and forlornly impotent in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my eclectically magnanimous lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my symbiotically unconquerable blood; but strangely this left me disastrously and despicably inhuman in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my fantastically effulgent lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my mischievously unabashed eyebrows; but strangely this left me morbidly and amorphously paralyzed in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my spectacularly innovative lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my uninhibitedly liberated chest; but strangely this left me despondently and horrifically imprisoned in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my splendidly iridescent lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my extraordinarily sensitive ears; but strangely this left me gruesomely and intolerably deaf in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my blessedly enthralling lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my insuperably emollient conscience; but strangely this left me horribly and inconsolably lying in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my blissfully venerated lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my fierily undaunted nostrils; but strangely this left me intractably and forever dying in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my eternally undefeated lifetimes,

It was you who infact abruptly went away from my immortally unflinching heart; but strangely this left me hopelessly and horrendously infidel in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my beamingly chivalrous lifetimes,

And it was you who infact went away from my impregnably peerless dwelling; but strangely this left me perennially and unforgivably homeless in all my mind; body and soul; for an infinite more of my royally unfettered lifetimes…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Hot water bottle

 

I burnt long sheets of plastic in orange flames of gas
burner,
extracted a molten mixture of sticky wax,
placed it for several hours in a large pitcher
containing cool water,
obtained residue left overs of elastic rubber,
which I compressed into straight folds,
stitching the straight ends with curved rivet pins,
I finally composed a utility rubber bottle,
Fitted with a lid cork revolving in the clockwise
direction.

High up in the snow clad terrain I dwelt,
With icy sheets of winds depositing paltry amounts of
frozen liquid,
Crackling firewood proving insufficient in the biting
cold,
The bedroom window overlooking ivory white landscapes
laden with snow crusts,
Christmas pine trees camouflaged beneath velvety cover
of condensed rain,
It was a breathtaking sight to witness in the day,
The night stabbed me like a thousand daggers dipped in
hard ice-cream,
There simply seemed no respite from chilly disposition
of winter cold.

I knew something had to be done to save my skin,
Provide me reassuring comfort throughout lengthy hours
of the brutal night,
Reinforce my pale and shrunken body machinery with
luke warm currents of
wind,
That was exactly when minute fibers of brain chalked a
plan of action,
I decided to fill blistering(boiling) liquid in the
rubber bottle,
Which I had previously prepared with loads of caution,
Closed the lid tight, placed the bottle on my
shivering chest,
Snuggled under my favorite bearskin quilt,
To relish and savour infinite hours of unending sleep

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