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Thousands of Nikhil Parekh's poems on God, Peace, Love, Brotherhood, Friendship, Humanity, Environment, Anti Terror, Lovers, Life, Death - here. Click on Page Numbers below to read complete poems. Each page has 10 poems. 
 
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»Forever God

 

Forever truth; unassailably enriching the fabric of
this sensuously eclectic Universe; with the
everlasting inferno of bounteous righteousness,

Forever selflessness; bountifully enlightening the
life of every bereaved organism; embracing him in the
aisles of symbiotic paradise,

Forever beauty; panoramically enveloping the
trajectory of this pricelessly benign planet; with
astoundingly vibrant charisma and timeless
graciousness,

Forever unity; perpetuating a wave of unconquerably
triumphant solidarity; amongst every caste; creed;
sect and color of the; marvelously diversified
society,

Forever patriotism; irrevocably driving even the most
infinitesimal iota of insanely perfidious drudgery
from the complexion of this; fathomlessly enchanting
globe,

Forever compassion; entrenching every miserably
beleaguered entity with the eternally enamoring
mantra; of Omnipotent mankind,

Forever enchantment; metamorphosing even the most
ethereal speck of aggrieved tyranny; into a cosmos of
philanthropically resplendent happiness,

Forever innovation; with the impregnable waves of
unendingly spell binding discovery; victoriously
transcending over even the most ephemeral gutter of
obsoletely decaying stagnation and treacherous
monotony,

Forever heavenliness; with even the most transient
insinuations of venomously dastardly crime;
perpetually disappearing from the periphery of this
gorgeously vivid earth,

Forever innocence; with every manipulatively
prejudiced organism on this unsurpassable planet;
miraculously transforming into an insuperably
impeccable child; once again,

Forever illumination; the perennially undefeated
rainbow of divinely peace; reigning supreme in the
hearts and souls of one and all in this world;
handsomely alike,

Forever goodness; with even the most parsimonious
footprints of the maliciously decrepit devil;
vanquishing in the mortuaries of insipidly feckless
nothingness,

Forever prosperity; with every human and animal
beautifully existing in a spell of egalitarian
synergism; without the tiniest trace of derogatory
politics; and for infinite more births yet to unfurl,

Forever camaraderie; bonding even the most
acrimoniously belligerent and alien entities; in the
spirit of immaculately godly friendship,

Forever freedom; with the wings of majestically
ebullient uninhibitedness; wholesomely replacing every
graveyard of ignominious incarceration and debasingly
depraving slavery,

Forever tranquility; with the garden of fantastically
fascinating serenity; wonderfully paving its way
through every iota of bedraggled bedlam on this
endlessly enigmatic Universe,

Forever desire; with the penalizing coffin of forlorn
loneliness extinguishing from its very non-existent
roots; to make way for effulgently mischievous
flirtation all day and opalescent night,

Forever rhapsody; with the clouds of astoundingly
synergistic virility always ensuring; that the chapter
of sacrosanct proliferation blossomed tirelessly and
even beyond the end of veritable time,

And if this list of forever goodness and humanity
continued till infinite infinity; then forever there
will be coruscated unity; then forever there will be
unshakable harmony; then forever there will be
blessedly pristine paradise; then forever there will
be victorious belonging; O! Yes then forever there
will be Omnipresent God….

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

 

Once a failure; not necessary that always a gorily
disoriented failure; being lambasted in the aisles of
horrendous nothingness,

Once a loss; not necessary that always a hideously
unsavory loss; crucifying you beyond the realms of
pricelessly impregnable existence,

Once an abusing; not necessary that always a
derogatorily unceremonious abusing; brutally kicking
you like an infinitesimally frigid matchstick; towards
the coffins of morbid hell,

Once an isolation; not necessary that always a
remorsefully dastardly isolation; abjectly obfuscating
you from the quintessentially glorious fabric of the
symbiotic planet outside,

Once a sidelining; not necessary that always a
preposterously delinquent sidelining; incarcerating
you in chains of disastrously ominous despair while
the entire earth uninhibitedly freaked outside,

Once a torture; not necessary that always a
sadistically cacophonic torture; making every
unfurling instant of your fantastically embellished
existence worse than a countless hapless deaths,

Once a betrayal; not necessary that always a fretfully
tyrannizing betrayal; burying you wholesomely alive in
the parasitically decaying grave,

Once a criminal; not necessary that always a
vindictively insane criminal; cadaverously
perpetuating into the sky of fathomlessly invincible
truth,

Once a cannibalistic; not necessary that always a
turgidly decrepit cannibalistic; ruthlessly
excoriating apart innocuously celestial flesh; into a
boundless bits of inconspicuous oblivion,

Once a backbencher; not necessary that always a
lugubriously inane backbencher; unsurpassably yawning
in indolent ignominy while the earth burgeoned into a
spell bindingly golden tomorrow,

Once a tail; not necessary that always an egregiously
shy tail; curled a limitless kilometers inside the
legs; at even the most ethereal innuendo of enchanting
thunder,

Once a laggard; not necessary that always a
licentiously heinous laggard; slavering like a
salacious leech at every aspect of inscrutably
resplendent life,

Once an unemployed; not necessary that always a
fragrantly baseless unemployed; nonchalantly staring
into lackadaisical bits of skull-less space for hours
immemorial,

Once a corpse; not necessary that always a
treacherously ghoulish corpse; fecklessly quavering in
the mortuaries of intransigently endless and dismally
asphyxiating despair,

Once a stone; not necessary that always an languidly
lackluster stone; crumbling in lecherously dumb
silence till the last puff of enchantingly iridescent
life,

Once a curmudgeon; not necessary that always a
scornfully wailing curmudgeon; irrevocably tossing and
turning in uncontrollably maniacal frustration and
clamminess,

Once an impotent; not necessary that always a
vituperatively laconic impotent; squelching the brakes
of the perfidiously whipping devil upon the Omnipotent
Lord’s chapters of; unbelievably blessing creation,

Once a teardrop; not necessary that always a banefully
agonizing teardrop; carnivorously circumscribed by a
gutter of misery throughout every unleashing moment of
fantastically effulgent life,

But once in love; means forever and ever and ever
embracing its immortally altruistic swirl; means
forever and ever and ever letting the winds of its
magically mitigating goodness caress your impoverished
soul; means forever and ever and ever existing as the
most priceless organism ever alive; means forever and
ever and ever and for an fathomless more births of
yours; always in LOVE….


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

 

Forgive me for inadvertently trampling over scores of tiny ants;
crawling
unnoticed on the cold floor,

Forgive me for spitting foamy saliva indiscreetly on the streets; on
formation
of excess liquid in the palette of my mouth,

Forgive me for banging my fists in tandem against the wall; clenching
my teeth
in raw indignation on being intimidated,

Forgive me for driving at lightening speeds through the solitary
streets;
bouncing in the drivers seat while listening to pulsating music,

Forgive me for indiscriminately pouncing on the petulant mosquito;
buzzing
incessantly in the vicinity of my eardrum,

Forgive me for not listening to my mother; when she stringently
admonished to
get up at the crack of evanescent dawn,

Forgive me for being insatiably greedy; when it came to extracting
wealth from
this uncouth world,

Forgive me for indulging in licentious thoughts; possessing feeble
control
over the unprecedented realms of my mind,

Forgive me for sipping opulent wine; drowning myself wholesomely into
domains
of tantalizing fantasy,

Forgive me for skipping my morning prayers; in the bustle to reach
office and
commence work at fast pace,

Forgive me for snoring like a demon all night; permeating the still air
with
an indefatigable volley of cacophonic sounds,

Forgive me for attending bombastic parties; blending profusely with a
conglomerate of people with spurious smiles,

Forgive me for swaying rampantly on the streets; inhabiting the
discotheques
till wee hours of night,

Forgive me for overhearing candid conversations; in my unrelenting
curiosity
to envisage activities behind close doors,

Forgive me for leaving squalid footprints as I walked; caressing the
immaculately polished floor with dirt lining the periphery of my toes,

Forgive me for plucking resplendent flowers from their stalks;
dismantling the
moist earth by digging voraciously with my hands,

Forgive me for being overwhelmingly stubborn; standing steadfast with
my
baseless opinions; refraining to listen to others,

Forgive me for using abashing expletives; rebuking innocuous
individuals in
proximity; for no apparent fault of theirs,

Forgive me for ridiculing eminent personalities; making a travesty of
the
remarkable deeds they executed in their lives,

Forgive me for loitering aimlessly in space; becoming oblivious to the
essence
of life for some part of the day,

Over and above all forgive me O! lord for the plethora of misdeeds I
have
committed in my life as a human being; instead bless me with loads of
fortitude to propagate double the happiness of all what I have
destroyed.





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Forgive me O! Lord

 

FORGIVE ME FOR inadvertently trampling over scores of tiny ants; crawling unnoticed on the cold floor,

Forgive me for spitting foamy saliva indiscreetly on the streets; on formation of excess liquid in the palette of my mouth,

Forgive me for banging my fists in tandem against the wall; clenching my teeth in raw indignation on being intimidated,

Forgive me for driving at lightening speeds through the solitary streets; bouncing in the drivers seat while listening to pulsating music,

Forgive me for indiscriminately pouncing on the petulant mosquito; buzzing incessantly in the vicinity of my eardrum,

Forgive me for not listening to my mother; when she stringently admonished to get up at the crack of evanescent dawn,

Forgive me for being insatiably greedy; when it came to extracting wealth from this uncouth world,

Forgive me for indulging in licentious thoughts; possessing feeble control over the unprecedented realms of my mind,

Forgive me for sipping opulent wine; drowning myself wholesomely into domains of tantalizing fantasy,

Forgive me for skipping my morning prayers; in the bustle to reach office and commence work at fast pace,
Forgive me for snoring like a demon all night; permeating the still air with an indefatigable volley of cacophonic sounds,

Forgive me for attending bombastic parties; blending profusely with a conglomerate of people with spurious smiles,

Forgive me for swaying rampantly on the streets; inhabiting the discotheques till wee hours of night,

Forgive me for overhearing candid conversations; in my unrelenting curiosity to envisage activities behind close doors,

Forgive me for leaving squalid footprints as I walked; caressing the immaculately polished floor with dirt lining the periphery of my toes,

Forgive me for plucking resplendent flowers from their stalks; dismantling the moist earth by digging voraciously with my hands,

Forgive me for being overwhelmingly stubborn; standing steadfast with my baseless opinions; refraining to listen to others,

Forgive me for using abashing expletives; rebuking innocuous individuals in proximity; for no apparent fault of theirs,

Forgive me for ridiculing eminent personalities; making a travesty of the remarkable deeds they executed in their lives,

Forgive me for loitering aimlessly in space; becoming oblivious to the essence of life for some part of the day,

Over and above all forgive me O! lord for the plethora of misdeeds I have committed in my life as a human being; instead bless me with loads of fortitude to propagate double the happiness of all what I have destroyed.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Fortune strikes in the desert

 

Volumes of slippery sand escaped from my fist,
parched silver mud devoured me in entirety,
flaming sunlight stripped reserve quota of energy,
entangled thorny weeds scraped delicate layers of soft
skin,
whirlpools of dust blew with turbulent velocity,
strong rooms of blue sky were bereft of moisture laden
cloud,
trapped molecules of mercury rose high in compact case
of thermometer,
green cover of grass and tree was a rare treat to
witness,
large reptiles burrowed themselves in moist recesses
of earth,
evil eyed vultures glided across boiling currents of
wind,
grandfather tortoise traversed at painstaking speeds,
pot bellied spiders ran in gay abundance,
distant mirage's lured me to add velocity to stride,
undulating terrains of hot sand grain whipped me,
burning heat waves prompted me to melt in submission.

the situation was getting out of control,
secret reserves of stored water were drained with the
passing second,
scalp hair were camouflaged with gallons of sand,
my slimy tongue had consumed remnant saliva,
twin pair of feet blatantly refused to hold my weight,
a river of sweat flowed down my armpit,
there was not a soul to be sighted within a million
kilometers of vicinity,
when suddenly it seemed my feet struck a light green
cactus,
infinite droplets of water oozed out,
charred chords of my throat erupted in wet ecstasy,
guttural sounds emanated as i sipped cool water,
as i deftly chiseled elastic branches of the desert
cactus,
with razor sharp edges of my portable knife.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Found my own corpse

 

Above the soil the cars appeared to be like royal
emperors; traversing majestically on the silken coat
of long road,
While beneath the soil the same cars seemed to be
squalidly coated with mud; painstakingly labored to
trudge merrily forward.

Above the soil the matchsticks appeared to be burning
in passionate fire; profoundly illuminating the
darkness of the wretched night,
While beneath the soil the same matchsticks seemed to
be gasping for breath; relinquishing their boisterous
flames in wholesome entirety.

Above the soil the conglomerate of clouds appeared to
be a silken carpet; inundating barren kilometers of
mud on earth with robust sheets of sparkling water,
While beneath the soil the same clouds seemed to be
dingy little bellows of obnoxious gas; brutally
entrapped and blended with dark chunks of purple
earth.

Above the soil the crops in the farm appeared to be
salubrious and ingratiatingly fresh; swaying
delectably with every draught of amicable wind,
While beneath the soil the same crops seemed to be
completely corroded; squelched to barbaric roots
hanging flimsily under the ground.

Above the soil the bucket of milk appeared frosty and
supremely scintillating; inevitably enticing cats from
the midst of their celestial sleep to gather around in
unison and sip,
While beneath the soil the same milk seemed
horrendously dirty; perseveringly inching its way
downwards towards the deep belly.

Above the soil the eggs hatched into scores of
immaculate fledglings; harmoniously puncturing the
atmosphere with their lovely rambunctious sounds and
noises,
While beneath the soil the same eggs got
overwhelmingly burdened with bulky mud; strangulated
miserably to even spread their legs.

Above the soil the cluster of hideous snakes enjoyed
unparalleled privilege in hunting for their succulent
prey; easily sighting it in austerely brilliant rays
of sunlight,
While beneath the soil the same snakes slithered in
gloomy mysticism; having only to content with dead
worms and a festoon of inconspicuous bodied ant.

Above the soil the pages of the book seemed a treat to
read and intricately decipher; with the battalion of
words prudently embossed inside capturing the true
essence of life under silvery rays of moonlight,
While beneath the soil the same book became simply
inaudible to read; and the termites attacked it
pathetically from all sides of its hard bound
periphery.

Above the soil the fleet of butterflies danced and
frolicked euphorically generating ebullient draughts
of fresh air; hardly sat for a minute besieged by the
ardor of their activity,
While beneath the soil the same butterflies lost their
petite wings; had monstrous difficulty to even open
their eyes.

And above the soil I lived in blissful tandem with the
Universe; wandering and exploring; conquering and
relishing; romancing and procreating,
While beneath the soil the same me; found my place to
rest for centuries unprecedented; as a matter of fact;
found my own corpse.…


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

 

The century old fort had fading exteriors; although it stood fortified
against
the mightiest of whirlwinds and storms,
While its contemporary counterparts constructed at electric speeds
appeared
bombastic; but collapsed like a soft pack of cards; at the slightest
tremor of
the earthquake.

The thick rooted Banyan tree seemed outlandish; with infinite dusty
tendrils
cascading from its body; although it bore the brunt of the cyclone open
chested without budging an inch from the place it had taken birth,
While the rose embellished with glistening dew drops; looking
flamboyant and
just a few days old; withered to blend with the mud at the first sign
of
thunder in the sky.

The large feathered grandfather eagle appeared rustic; flapping its
corrugated
wings painstakingly in the air; although it soared like a handsome
prince
through the ominous cover of black clouds,
While the silver streamed aircraft swished like a rocket through space;
but
resonated like a dying man nose-dived towards the earth; as streaks of
turbulent lightening struck it unexpectedly.

The gargantuan lake looked monotonous; bereft of a single wave on its
surface;
although its swollen silhouette wasn’t affected the least in the peak
of
sweltering summer,
While the stream plummeting from the mountains looked enchanting;
incessantly
producing a mesmerizing sound; but the assemblage of water shrunk to
raw dust;
under sizzling rays of the dazzling sun.

The conglomerate of fingers appeared pretty disillusioning; with the
feather
coated pen in their grip embodied with antique designs; although they
chiseled
exquisite lines of delectable literature; all throughout the night,
While the conventional computer typed lines at nerve wrecking speeds;
was a
symbol of profound sophistication in the new millennium; but
metamorphosed all
script into mumbled junk; the instant it was attacked by lethal virus.

The nuggets of glittering gold appeared indigenous; stashed well
beneath in
hideous dungeons; with the fangs of snake god guarding them against all
evil;
although when they were exposed to sun and unrelenting rain; the
biscuits
still retained their lustrous texture; the immortality of their shine,
While the scintillating coins of modern silver looked alluring; were
used
profusely in day to day interaction; but the chips developed peels of
obnoxious rust on their surface; a few weeks after the monsoons.

The bicycle looked ludicrous; with spokes of skeleton steel protruding
from
each of its bars; although it traversed smoothly on the streets;
whether it be
gruesome night; or the steaming day,
While the swanky car was a stupendous delight to admire; zipped past
the
landscapes at roaring speeds; but halted abruptly midway; as the last
droplet
of petrol evaporated from its tank; leaving it stranded amidst an
ambience of
jungle and savage beasts.

The shades of rainbow in the cosmos appeared dull; failed to
incarcerate
attention at times; although they perennially appeared in the sky;
after every
shower of rain in sunlight,
While the blend of colors in the artists palette looked fascinating;
each
stroke of the brush evolving a new network of enthusing designs; but
they got
massacred the moment I scrubbed them vigorously with the eraser;
annihilating
all traces of them from this universe.

And the grizzly haired man seemed to be on the verge of extinction;
infinite
portions of his skin sagging towards the soil; although the experiences
of
life had made his FOUNDATIONS astronomically strong; and he displayed
paramount resilience in adeptly conquering the most Herculean of task,
While the impetuous youngster looked brazenly dynamic; had blood
circulating
passionately through his veins; but when it came to deciphering the
enigmas of
life; he buckled wholesomely under the pressure; the aftermath of which
nearly
sent him on an expedition to his heavenly abode.



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

 

I scribbled innumerable lines of literature with it,
it was still ready to execute a umpteenth phrases
more,
being as strong as an ox when it came to decoding
thoughts into verse,
even when tested at bizarre limits of endurance.


i sketched glowing peaks of mountain basking in the
golden sun,
weaving articulate outlines of the encroaching
shadows,
it yielded to the faintest of my caress; unleashing
dark forms with fountain
ink,
a true stalwart engulfing me in the times of
difficulty.

i even used it for scraping minute blotches of dirt
from my ear,
delicately tickling the inner soft skin with insipid
strokes,
it obliged pathetically to whatever i did,
didn’t shed a tear from its eye; nor developed a
retaliatory hole in its heart.


i filled it with surplus amounts of colored ink,
sprinkling the same with lots of glee on the faces of
my counterpart mates,
transforming them into jocular clowns,
with an awe-inspiring caricature of white skin with
opalescent paint.


i kept it well stuffed within the interiors of my
waistcoat pocket,
lived with it for all night and sunlit day,
it had fulfilled my insatiable desire to explore the
world,
assisted me create the animate; and already burried,
i hardly skipped exiting my place of dwelling,
without the reassuring comfort of my chrome tipped
FOUNTAIN PEN.


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

 

Unbaked flabby chunks of dough,
With loosely sprawled fine powder,
Molded into round lumps of bulky wheatmeal,
An unyielding deodorant in its primitive form,
Studded with minute recesses clinging to its body,
Awaiting hybrid flames from unburnt firewood,
To nurture it into a ripened swell of burnt complexion,
Compactly stitched at all sections,
With threads of natural glue,
Compressed into delicious sandwiched bread,
Sewn in perfect co-ordination,
With progressively low rising engulfing fusion,
Emanating from the tiny apertures of gas burner,
Enriching and finally deserting it as a
“Fragment of Consumption”




© nikhilparekh
 
»Fragments of love

 

Just fragments of seeds were enough to harness the
entire tree; make it an incredulously awesome entity
towering handsomely towards blue sky,
Just fragments of bricks were enough to construct a
cozy dwelling; impart loads of compassionate shelter
and rejuvenating warmth from winds of uncouth winter,
Just fragments of raw wood were enough to mold an
amicable nest; impregnably sequester the cluster of
impeccable eggs; from ominous snake and devastating
storm,
Just fragments of clouds were enough to shower golden
droplets of mesmerizing rain; pacify the thirst of the
tumultuously scorching desert with life bestowing
liquid,
Just fragments of vivacious color were enough to give
the morbidly corpse like wall a new look; terminate
its years of pathetic isolation with resplendent
streaks of paint,
Just fragments of sunshine were enough to pierce
through the blanket of menacingly mourning darkness;
trigger of optimistic beams of hope in hopelessly
shattered lives,
Just fragments of naturally potent herb were enough to
annihilate the inexplicably lingering disease; swipe
it out entirely to profoundly reinvigorate the
diminishing soul,
Just fragments of salt were enough to impregnate a
heavenly aroma into morsels of lackadaisical food;
perpetuate an insatiable hunger in the dead bowels to
the most astronomical limits,
Just fragments of nectar were enough to heal the
wounds of acrimonious bitterness; fortify the broken
bonds of betrayed relationship,
Just fragments of silken thread were enough for the
pot-bellied spider to exist in formidable security;
snore to its heart's content under pearly rays of the
celestial moon,
Just fragments of the lotus flower were enough to
enlighten the gloomily stinking atmosphere; infiltrate
a ray of profuse hope into the lives of those besieged
with incomprehensible sadness,
Just fragments of daunting courage were enough to face
the most deadliest of evil single handedly and without
a ruffle to the bushy coat of whiskers,
Just fragments of words were enough to convey
overwhelming gratitude; thank your true compatriots
from the inner most compartments of your conscience,
Just fragments of truth were enough to valiantly
permeate through the web of salacious lies; illuminate
the entire universe with the radiance of candidly
omnipotent light,
Just fragments of smile were enough to wholesomely
assassinate the most minuscule trace of enmity; forge
a path of irrefutable care in each individual it
encountered in its way,
Just fragments of freedom were enough to feel like a
king even while entrapped in satanic chains; fomenting
you to unrelentingly dream higher than the
unfathomable skies,
Just fragments of peace were enough to drastically
metamorphose the entire battlefield of ghastly blood
shed; into one with symbiotic harmony and united
strength,
Just fragments of empathy were enough to succeed in
making this planet once again a veritable paradise;
spread the religion of mankind to even the most
obscure regions on this globe,
And just fragments of love were enough to win over the
heart; survive as the most richest in this world;
infact survive as the most richest molecule of
Almighty lord till the time he wanted you to breathe
good life….


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