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»Every day is new day

 

Every day is a new day; bringing along with it
overwhelming loads of happiness; and an unparalleled
rhapsody to blissfully lead life,

Every day is a new day; unfurling into a rainbow of
spell binding optimism; healing even the most
inexplicably ghastly wounds of yesterday; with the
flaming rays of the dazzlingly Omnipotent Sun,

Every day is a new day; vivaciously bouncing in the
profoundly untamed spirit of existence; wholesomely
shrugging your remorseful past into mists of obsolete
oblivion,

Every day is a new day; blooming with the fragrance of
unconquerable humanity; incessantly transpiring you to
philanthropically surge forward; to resplendently
fulfil your humanitarian mission in life,

Every day is a new day; entirely disengaging your mind
from the negative energies of the past; as the
euphoric horizons of mesmerizing dawn; immaculately
greeted the whites of your pristine eyes,

Every day is a new day; triumphantly maneuvering you
towards the path of irrefutable righteousness;
impregnating a jubilant sparkle in your stride; as the
flowers blossomed ebulliently on the frolicking hills,

Every day is a new day; rendering you yet another
chance to benevolently win over the gigantically
insurmountable planet; with the waves of unprecedented
love in your heart,

Every day is a new day; enlightening the lantern of
miraculous freshness in every pathetically beleaguered
bone of your body; unassailably ensuring that you
handsomely confronted even the most devilishly
insidious situation in the chapter of life,

Every day is a new day; profusely charming even the
most dolorously deadened of your senses with the
melodious chirp of the boisterous sparrow; filtering a
path of unfathomable exuberance; on every step that
you holistically tread,

Every day is a new day; beautifully alluring every
frigidly hopeless pore on your skin; with
compassionate beams of ardent belonging and princely
togetherness,

Every day is a new day; fervently impressing upon you
that life was patriotically endless; with each moment
unveiling; sagaciously apprising you of its
unsurpassably Omnipresent aura,

Every day is a new day; deluging your drearily
staggering countenance with the unbelievably ecstatic
melody in the atmosphere; celestially uplifting you
from the dungeons of disparagingly ominous despair,

Every day is a new day; magnificently greeting you
with an incomprehensible ocean of hope and emphatic
excitement; making you bask in the essence of a
harmoniously symbiotic existence,

Every day is a new day; magnanimously commiserating
with all your traumatized anguish; perpetually
ensuring that the rays of the divine; majestically
caressed each quarter of your tumultuously bereaved
soul,

Every day is a new day; stupendously enthralling you
with its enamoring entrenchment of tireless
proliferation; spawning a gorge of unrelenting
enthusiasm on every puff of air that you embraced,

Every day is a new day; weaving its magically
reinvigorating spell upon each ingredient of your
blood disdainfully frozen under avalanches of
bizarre commercialism; perpetuating you with supremely
Omniscient power to; synergistically survive,

Every day is a new day; with the astounding network of
colors in the cosmos not only soothing your
extinguishing existence; but triggering you to
mystically unravel into the spirit of vivid glory,

Every day is a new day; indefatigably breathing upon
you the most grandiloquent elixir of life; flooding
your nostrils with the scent of ravishing roses
sprouting full throttle; in the fathomless valley,

Every day is a new day; guiding you on the path of
impeccably scintillating truth; wholesomely snapping
even the most diminutive fang of derogatory prejudice;
from the realms of your innocuous conscience,

And every day is a new day; replenishing each beat of
your traumatically anguished heart with enchanting
love; immortally metamorphosing every wind of defeat
that stared you hopelessly in your eyes; into the Sun
of Omnipotent fearlessness…..

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

 

No two eyes on this Universe were ever the same; with
some chasing ingratiatingly bountiful beauty; while
some maliciously wandering after the aimlessly
slithering and diabolical devil,

No two scalps on this Universe were ever the same;
with some sporting a
festoon of exuberantly ravishing hair; while some
horrifically sulking under a gutter of dolorously
pathetic leeches,

No two skins on this Universe were ever the same; with
some as charming
as the fascinatingly colossal skies; while some more
lugubriously empty than threadbare bits of
preposterously dried charcoal,

No two nose’s on this Universe were ever the same;
with some as
pristinely piquant at profoundly blossoming lotus;
while some more abominably expressionless than the
dissolutely pulverized stones,

No two lips on this Universe were ever the same; with
some as
majestically rubicund as the poignantly scarlet rose;
while some more pretentiously snobbish than the
lackadaisically withering leaf,

No two ears on this Universe were ever the same; with
some celestially
deciphering even the most infinitesimally diminutive
of evanescent sound; while some more viciously
blending than the demons; with unrelentingly coercing
thunderballs of malice,

No two chins on this Universe were ever the same; with
some as
resplendently twinkling as the regally enlightening
stars; while some more devastatingly shattered than
non-existently treacherous and gorily bombarded
townships,

No two palms on this Universe were ever the same; with
some
unflinchingly evolving an intrepidly exhilarating path
of their very own; while some more idiosyncratically
dependant on an inconspicuously worthless corpse of
crosses and wavering destiny lines,

No two bellies on this Universe were ever the same;
with some as
tantalizing as the fathomlessly surreal mists of
unparalleled heaven; while some more drably corpulent
than the decaying tortoise; spending its entire life
nondescriptly staring at the sky and by the riverside,

No two voices on this Universe were ever the same;
with some as
charismatically philanthropic as the harbingers of
humanity; while some more disparagingly stifled than
the venomously lurking shadows of the sinister
coffins,

No two fingers on this Universe were ever the same;
with some as royally
eclectic as the gloriously iridescent and perennially
unfurling skies; while some more truculently
lambasting than the remorseful scorpions of;
sanctimonious lies,

No two tongues on this Universe were ever the same;
with some fostering
sweetness as melodious as the marvelously benign
nightingale; while some more vengefully bitter than
the satanic roots of penalizing hell,

No two minds on this Universe were ever the same; with
some
unsurpassably fantasizing in the aisles of
optimistically enlightening goodness; while some more
sardonic than ghoulishly sodomizing graveyards of
emaciating loneliness,

No two personalities on this Universe were ever the
same; with some as
blazingly flamboyant as the Omnipotently rising Sun;
while some more invidiously blacker than the insipidly
dastardly winds of devilish midnight,

No two necks on this Universe were ever the same; with
some gustily
elongated and enthusing drifting towards the realms of
surreally everlasting sensuousness; while some more
shorter than miserably squelched cigarette butts and
turgidly staring into entrenchments of; bizarre
nothingness,

No two shoulders on this Universe were ever the same;
with some
resiliently towering tall in the face of even the most
debilitatingly slaughtering of disaster; while some
more disdainfully collapsing than hillocks of bland
chalk; under the tiniest draught of ephemeral wind,

No two perspiration on this Universe were ever the
same; with some intransigently radiating the scent of
assiduously well deserved struggle; while some more
worthless than trashloads of orphaned faeces flying
from the lazing monsters roof,

No two shadows on this Universe were ever the same;
with some mystically
reinvigorating every acridly barren patch of earth
that they caressed with unfathomable cisterns of
compassion; while some more ruthlessly propagating the
barriers of religion; caste; creed and color; than the
indiscriminately squandering vultures,

No two perceptions were ever the same; with some as
wonderfully unprejudiced as the ebullient breeze that
embraced one and all alike; while some more
grotesquely distorted than the malicious politicians;
unworthy cartoon,

No two feet on this Universe were ever the same; with
some unassailably
marching on the pathways of irrefutable truth; while
some more mercilessly trampling every new life born
with their gruesomely bohemian and macabre toes,

No two accents on this Universe were ever the same;
with some purisitically coalescing with the rudiments
of integral rusticity and originality; while some more
derogatorily feckless than the baying of the
uncontrollably sweating pig,

No two appetites on this Universe were ever the same;
with some holistically replenishing the harmonious
body with the eternally effulgent and symbiotic fruits
of creation; while some more cadaverously ferociously
than the lethally snapping crocodiles,

No two thumbs on this Universe were ever the same;
with some as stupendously flexible as the
aristocratically vacillating season winds; while some
more irately rigid than water despicably stagnating in
the obsoletely orphaned gutterlines; not prepared the
slightest to even budge a mercurial inch,

No two adam’s apple on this Universe were ever the
same; with some as ebulliently frolicking as the
intriguingly blooming fairies in crimson sky; while
some more hideously solitary than the forlorn ghost;
wailing the cry of death as even the most blessed of
water synergistically slurped down the slavering
throat,

No two postures on this Universe were ever the same;
with some as bountifully streaming into newness as the
morning Sun God; while some more fetidly mourning
infinite feet beneath the earth; than what worms could
be,

No two signatures on this Universe were ever the same;
with some ubiquitously depicting the patriotic persona
with unprecedentedly unlimited pride; while some
fading into mortuaries of indescribable oblivion; even
as the first droplets of nimble rain pelted down from
the velvety sky,



But every heart on this Universe is; was and would be
always the same; as each beat that it immortally
diffused; each resonation profusely fulminating from
its inner most core; each beautiful dream that it
timelessly throbbed for; unconquerably bonded with the
boundless sky of love; love and only everlasting love…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Every heart dreamt of

 

Every kite; whether gigantic or diminutively short;
incessantly dreamt of soaring through the blanket of
mesmerizing clouds; melodiously embracing the
panoramic festoon of glorious paradise,

Every frog; whether monstrous or harmlessly tiny;
irretrievably dreamt of swimming in the morbidly
cloistered well; croaking to the fullest of its nimble
heart’s content; as torrential tumblers of water
descended from the sky,

Every grass blade; whether lanky or pathetically
withering; dreamt of being compassionately kissed by a
blanket of unfathomably glistening dewdrops;
voraciously tingling it till times beyond realms of
marvelous eternity; every majestic dawn,

Every lion; whether gargantuan or minuscule cub;
relentlessly dreamt of sucking satanic rivers of
crimson blood; surreptitiously hoisting the impeccable
infant; to profusely titillate its taste buds; at the
crack of sinister midnight,

Every butterfly; whether huge or infinitesimally
babyish; dreamt of mischievously flirting in magically
Omnipotent beams of poignant sunshine; disseminating a
wave of unparalleled jubilation in every puff of wind;
that it exuberantly caressed,

Every wave; whether mammoth or ludicrously infantile;
tirelessly dreamt of passionately smooching the silver
streaked shores; culminating into rhapsodically froth;
after handsomely blending with the vibrant sands,

Every mosquito; whether big or irascibly
inconspicuous; indefatigably dreamt of hovering around
the silken angel’s eardrum; ominously stabbing its
pernicious hood in robust skin; salvaging even the
tiniest of opportunity when the master fell
transiently asleep,

Every leaf; whether colossal or miserably
parsimonious; intransigently dreamt of swinging in
ebullient draughts of vivacious breeze; royally
experiencing the ravishing winds piquantly tickle its
pristinely barren periphery,

Every army; whether Herculean or meagerly paltry;
immutably dreamt of kicking the viciously diabolical
traitors forever from its sacred motherland;
patriotically sacrificing its life for its soil; to be
immortally crowned as valiant martyrs,

Every magician; whether towering or frigidly gawky;
inexorably dreamt of enthralling his audience with an
endless flurry of spellbinding tricks; solely
diffusing simply insatiably inimitable artistry from
his dexterously gifted fingers,

Every egg; whether colossal or sullenly cramped;
dreamt of beautifully evolving into a magnificently
scintillating fledgling; being the darling of all race
and tribes; with its innocuously blissful mannerisms,

Every snake; whether long or ludicrously tiny; dreamt
of savagely slithering its way through the cradle of
shimmering innocence; stealthily devouring new born
offsprings; lethally swishing its abominably poisonous
hood,

Every writer; whether imposing or rustically bohemian;
marvelously dreamt of diffusing the impregnable
essence of his cherished words to the most fathomless
corner of this Universe; be recognized by every color;
religion and age; alike,

Every eyeball; whether expanded or despicably half
shut; unendingly dreamt of witnessing exotically
resplendent beauty; assimilating the unsurpassable
multitude of eclectic flavors; wandering celestially
upon the trajectory of this boundless planet,

Every mountain; whether domineering or obsoletely
extinct; continuously dreamt of basking in the full
and profoundly untamed glory of the flamboyant Sun;
enjoying the ferociously sizzling rays full throttle;
before they eventually reached the lackluster earth,

Every cuckoo; whether towering or timidly petite;
eternally dreamt of inundating every particle of the
gloomily desolate atmosphere with its fragrantly
blooming tunes; ecstatically enshroud the air with
supreme enlightenment; as vespered beams of light
crept from the east,

Every cloud; whether enormous or ridiculously
insignificant; timelessly dreamt of fulminating into
tumultuous blankets of golden rain; deluging every
single cranny of dreadfully sweltering soil; with the
unbelievably soothing magic of heavenly liquid,

Every demon; whether massive or incongruously muddled;
insurmountably dreamt of parasitically annihilating
holistically harmonious living race; placating his
treacherous gluttony with honest fountains of;
unerring blood,

Every soul; whether impregnable or lackadaisically
wandering; irrefutably dreamt of tracing back its
fascinating roots; having a blessed glimpse into the
space; from where it mystically emanated,

And every heart; whether young or miserably old;
invincibly dreamt of finding the most immortal love
its life; engendering it to survive as the richest
entity alive; triggering it to spawn a civilization of
astoundingly optimistic light in the absolute center
of death and malicious demise….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Every heart wanted to bathe

 

Every shark wanted to bathe in the gloriously
undulating sea; with the profusely tangy waves
catapulting it into a land of tantalizing rhapsody,

Every duck wanted to bathe in a pond of tranquil
ripples; let the serenity of the resplendent stars
cast a spell on its lonely night,

Every petal wanted to bathe in a blanket of dew drops;
let the stupendously ravishing stream; overwhelmingly
pacify its frazzled senses,

Every desert wanted to bathe in cloudbursts of rain;
the titillating globules of liquid blissfully
penetrating through its sheath of tyrannically
traumatized agony,

Every shoe wanted to bathe in pools of stringent
carbolic; ordering the pungent foam to extricate from
it; the last iota of dust and disdainful grime,

Every dwelling wanted to bathe in whirlpools of fresh
paint; rejuvenating its dolorously dilapidated
exteriors with vivacious coats of nascent paint,

Every patient wanted to bathe in rivers of potent
antiseptic; massacre the germs of inexplicable disease
from their very roots; to blossom once again into rays
of optimistic happiness,

Every cuckoo wanted to bathe in the winds of ephemeral
dawn; wholesomely propelling it to emanate melody from
the inner most recesses of its chest,

Every seed wanted to bathe in bedsheets of soil;
nourishing and harnessing it to evolve into a
majestically handsome planet,

Every oyster wanted to bathe in festoons of shimmering
pearls; bask in the incredulously magnificent aura of
royalty for centuries immemorial,

Every dungeon wanted to bathe in despondently solitary
darkness; the tornado of gloomy black drowning it into
the cavern of inexplicable mysticism,

Every nose wanted to bathe in a maelstrom of
fascinating perfume; letting the heavenly redolence
tickle its tunnels beyond the realms of mesmerizing
paradise,

Every beggar wanted to bathe in torrential downpours
of opulent gold coin; let the glitter of indispensable
fodder enlighten his forlorn paths of bizarre
starvation,

Every bee wanted to bathe in cascades of wonderfully
golden honey; rambunctiously humming its flurry of
animated tunes till the sun slipped gorgeously behind
the horizons,

Every mouse wanted to bathe in a mirage of tangy
cheese; let the mountain of salubriously robust
energy; profoundly reinvigorate it to unfathomable
dimensions beyond the cosmos,

Every mosquito wanted to bathe in fountains of macabre
blood; feasting its famished intestines to everlasting
boundaries of blissful contentment,

Every brain wanted to bathe in voluptuous fantasy;
tingle the chords of unprecedented imagination a
fathomless times; even after the dormitories of
infinite infinity,

Every Sunday wanted to bathe in mists of uninhibited
freedom; let the exhilarating spirit of holiday take
complete control,

Every soul wanted to bathe in the island of
immortality; cast the spell of its perennial existence
on each entity it supremely revered,

And every heart wanted to bathe in breaths of its
beloved; remain incarcerated forever in the
entrenchment of sacrosanct empathy; which granted it a
right to throb; which granted it a right to
perpetually survive…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Every human was beautiful

 

Some had beautifully mesmerizing lips; with a voluptuously silken sheen enveloping their periphery,

Some had astoundingly sharp eyes; able to sight marathon distances; even in the most obfuscated and bleariest of light,

Some had robust muscled legs; running for astronomically long hours in the cold despite the armory of barricades and odds,

Some had exquisitely sculptured fingers; sketching and evolving a fleet of shapes encompassing all mankind,

Some had tenaciously hard fists; which could drill a hole through the acrid mountain; defend the country against salacious demon,

Some had a stupendously sparkling complexion; resembling the fairies and angels residing in Omnipotent realms of heaven,

Some had a delectably black color entrenching their entire face; a shade of dark impregnated in their demeanor which made them more enchanting than every night,

Some had a height as tall as the ceiling; walking with profound authority and domination through the verdant countryside,

Some had a tongue which indefatigable spoke; sung; whistled and chirped sweeter than the melodious nightingale,

Some had a stature shorter than the shrub; appearing like divinely Moon Gods trespassing on the body of this planet,

Some had a memory as astonishing as the contemporary computer; deciphering mind boggling sums of arithmetic with incredulous efficacy,

Some had the remarkable talent to emulate any voice; entertained people for countless decades with the overwhelming manipulation of their sound,

Some had an insurmountably supreme command over vocabulary; spoke and wrote any language with ultimate command and grace,

Some had the amazing ability to acrobatically leap in the air; juggle several balls for boundless seconds at a time,

Some had the adroit skill of negotiation; were able to succeed in any professional venture of life which they decided to undertake,

Some had the prowess to cook delicious morsels of enticing food; deluging the morbidly gloomy atmosphere with the aroma of freshly baked corn,

Some had the art of imparting knowledge; taught and dexterously handled children of all ages in innocuous school,

Some had the fiery flamboyance of the Sun; propelled the air jet at lightening speeds through vibrant carpets of floating air,

Some had a passionately beating heart; which fell in love the instant it witnessed the person of its dreams; the person of its kind,

Some had breath which ardently drifted down the nostrils; ignited the still ambience in vicinity; triggering it with their unsurpassable intensity into a fireball of vivacious flames,

O! yes. Every individual was a beautiful individual in some respect or the other; in some form or the other; and I have absolutely no inhibitions whatsoever in disclosing; of course with the mutual consent of Almighty God, that every human was indeed beautiful….


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

 

Just because you weren’t able to unassailably
transcend beyond the epitome of the brilliantly
flaming Sun; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast euphorically feasting in
the mystically frolicking beam of light; outside your
terrestrially bucolic bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to handsomely sail on
the trajectory of the rhapsodically turbulent sea’s;
in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast mischievously splashing
in the resplendently shimmering oasis; outside your
terrestrially holistic bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to triumphantly catapult
to the most unfathomable apogee of Everest; in your
very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast merrily philandering on
the ebulliently rain-soaked meadow; outside your
terrestrially simplistic bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to inimitably memorize
every ounce of sacred literature on this fathomless
planet; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast deciphering the randomly
motley elements of benign goodness; outside your
terrestrially altruistic bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to majestically
over-topple even the most ethereal iota of evil from
the trajectory of this boundlessly burgeoning planet;
in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast unsparingly pulverizing
each salaciously blood-sucking parasite; outside your
terrestrially diminutive bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to unconquerably
disseminate the essence of perennially blessing truth
to the farthest corner of the Universe; in your very
first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast perpetuating the heaven
of unflinching righteousness into every dastardly
beleaguered soul; outside your terrestrially mercurial
bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to aristocratically
liberate the entire emolliently effulgent earth from
the clutches of diabolical slavery; in your very first
go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast wonderfully ameliorating
the haplessly tyrannized and gruesomely crying;
outside your terrestrially inconspicuous bedroom
window….

Just because you weren’t able to unshakably coalesce
the tirelessly proliferating earth in the religion of
humanity; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast compassionately
embracing every fraternity of religion alike; outside
your terrestrially insignificant bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to inexhaustibly run
faster than the speed of electric white lightening; in
your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast selflessly transporting
every single destitute orphan to the destination of
its choice; outside your terrestrially evanescent
bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to perpetually embed
your footsteps on the paradise of unlimited happiness;
in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast igniting an
uninhibitedly wholehearted smile on the faces of all
those unfortunately emaciating; outside your
terrestrially tiny bedroom window….

Just because you weren’t able to undauntedly surpass
the richest on this endlessly augmenting Universe; in
your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast symbiotically
assimilating the priceless treasures of mother nature;
outside your terrestrially clandestine bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to be an astoundingly
unparalleled exemplary in every conceivable facet of
life; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast diffusing the uniqueness
of your blessed creation to every venomously
extinguishing; outside your terrestrially cloistered
bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to royally chew
indomitable rocks of steel; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast mollifying the
unsurpassably famished intestines of your stomach with
the fruits of divine nature; outside your
terrestrially obfuscated bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to pass charismatically
unscathed through the most unfathomably blistering of
fires; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast blissfully uplifting
despairingly terrorized civilization; outside your
terrestrially subjugated bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to sight the
unbelievably everlasting wonders of this limitless
Universe; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast convivially enlightening
all those despondently blind; outside your
terrestrially sandwiched window…

Just because you weren’t able to magnetically spell
bound the indefatigably blossoming planet with the
power of your voice; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast timelessly singing for
all those inevitably nearing their corpse; outside
your terrestrially robotic bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to become the most
invincibly towering entity on this mystically
sacrosanct earth; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast benevolently protecting
the rights of all those hedonistically divested;
outside your terrestrially slavering bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to peerlessly write the
destiny of this unlimitedly redolent globe; in your
very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast sagaciously educating
all those treacherously illiterate; outside your
terrestrially cornered bedroom window…

Just because you weren’t able to unrestrictedly lead
an infinite more lives; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast exhaling a single
unabashedly humanitarian breath; outside your
terrestrially fugitive bedroom window…

And just because you weren’t able to impregnably
acquire every speck of love on this fragrantly
jubilant Universe; in your very first go,
Doesn’t stop you from atleast immortally bonding the
beats of your heart with a single truthfully vibrant
girl; outside your terrestrially small bedroom window…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Chocolate brown plum tree

 

IT OFFERED SILKEN webs of passionate wind,
blessed countless people with tarpaulin covers of cool
shade,
stood like a formidable fortress against acrimonious
rays of summer heat,
shielded the animate from torrential showers of rain,
served as a greenhouse for passengers dreary from
incessant travel,
glistened majestically with sparkling droplets of dew
at the onset of dawn,
trembled like a maniac in tumultuous outbursts of
breeze,
sobbed with inert emotions when struck by live
currents of electricity,
blossomed like a fairy god mother in the mystical
ambience of spring,
resembled a ghost; stripped of cloth in the incongruous
environs of autumn,
catering to a plethora of wild insect,
with an army of smoke Grey squirrel slithering down
all day,
migratory birds nestling in harmony with its hollow
belly,
venomous snakes curled tightly in dense regions of its
wild armory,
unrelenting hurricanes prompting it to crouch and
stoop,
it bore bountiful fruit of olive green plum,
bathed few months in a calendar year with natural
water from the sky,
giving regular births to parrot green buds of striped
leaf,
inhabiting virtually all corners of the globe sprawled
with fertile soil,
spreading its roots deep within unexplored regions of
the ground,
with white milk oozing out when sliced with dexterous
strokes of jackknife,
I simply had loads of reverence for the chocolate
brown plum tree,
saluted its persona with flowing tributes and heaps of
adulation.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Circular filament for survival

 

Finely chiseled in circular fashion,
White and sparkling in complexion,
Engraved in multiple denomination,
Dexterously crafted to realistic proportions,
Malleable with euphoric scent of obsession,
Spreading indispensable waves of possession,
To living masses with grey matter in utter commotion,
lustrous and eternal with yearly corrugations,
A commodity spearheading all emotions,
Trampling indiscriminately over all temptations,
Reigning supreme above all imagination,
Spinning webs of dreamy sedation,
Placing it to be a landmark of fascination,
Blessed with a virtue of godly personification,
The Currency Coin was eventually garlanded as the kind of all destinations.




© nikhilparekh
 
»Clean Bowled

 

It was the poignantly unparalleled empathy in your divinely eyes; that
clean
bowled the stumps of lecherously coldblooded insanity; in my miserably
disoriented life,

It was the resplendently symbiotic flavor of your unconquerable lips;
that
clean bowled the stumps of manipulatively baseless prejudice; in my
diminutively forlorn life,

It was the effulgently humanitarian caress of your Omnipotent palms;
that
clean bowled the stumps of sacrilegiously victimizing greed; in my
inconspicuously staggering life,

It was the ubiquitously heavenly artistry of your blissful fingers;
that
clean bowled the stumps of maniacally debauch monotony; in my
penuriously
truncated life,

It was the mischievously pristine flap of your Omniscient ears; that
clean
bowled the stumps of morbidly contaminated remorsefulness; in my
disastrously bedlam life,

It was the unassailably priceless bloodstreams in your perennial veins;
that
clean bowled the stumps of sanctimoniously crippling artificiality; in
my
sinfully extinguishing life,

It was the triumphantly righteous swirl of your Omnipresent feet; that
clean
bowled the stumps of tawdrily asphyxiating corruption; in my
impoverishedly
livid life,

It was the inimitably mollifying enthrallment in your eternal voice;
that
clean bowled the stumps of vindictively insidious desperation; in my
threadbarely evanescent life,

It was the unsurpassably compassionate ardor of your undefeated
persona;
that clean bowled the stumps of lethally wastrel nothingness; in my
raunchily deteriorating life,

It was the unbelievably philanthropic devotion of your sacred soul;
that
clean bowled the stumps of tyrannically venomous deliriousness; in my
waywardly idiosyncratic life,

It was the universally affable scent of your truthful perspiration;
that
clean bowled the stumps of pathetically isolated laziness; in my
frigidly
contemptuous life,

It was the unflinchingly fearless shadow of your impeccable ideals;
that
clean bowled the stumps of vituperatively slinking cowardliness; in my
thoughtlessly recoiling life,

It was the magically eclectic power of your unshakable shoulders; that
clean
bowled the stumps of mundanely decrepit depression; in my sadistically
cannibalistic life,

It was the inexhaustibly infallible utopia of your victorious creation;
that
clean bowled the stumps of ignominiously impeding infertility; in my
criminally nonchalant life,

It was the miraculously symbiotic essence of your insuperable shadow;
that
clean bowled the stumps of penalizingly pulverizing confinement; in my
ethereally solitary life,

It was the timelessly healing melody of your unbreakable grip; that
clean
bowled the stumps of carnivorously crippling lies; in my transiently
feckless life,

It was the gloriously majestic truth of your unbridled conscience; that
clean bowled the stumps of satanically sinister lies; in my
despondently
delinquent life,

It was the perennially life-yielding fire of your indomitable breath;
that
clean bowled the stumps of disparagingly meaningless death; in my
lugubriously quagmire life,

And it was the immortally bonding love of your royal heart; that clean
bowled the stumps of maliciously strangulating betrayal; in my
despairingly
egregious and truculently tortured life….


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

 

It was flashes which made the eyes click; impart them
with the profusely flirtatious rejuvenation to lead
life,

It was a smile which made the lips click; portray
their voluptuously mesmerizing beauty to the planet
outside,


It was raw muscle which made the bones click;
impregnating their persona with the invincible
tenacity to surge forward in life,

It was ravishing food which made the stomach click;
impart it with the heavenly rejuvenation to rise up to
the most intransigent occasion of existence,

It was relentlessly escalating fantasy which made the
mind click; propelling it to insatiably venture into
enigmatic arenas never explored before,

It was enchantingly melodious sounds which made the
ears click; instilled in them the inexorable ardor to
hear and decipher beyond the pragmatically ordinary,

It was an overwhelmingly poignant river of blood which
made the veins click; indefatigably instigate the body
to conquer and conjure new heights,

It was the profoundly disseminated labyrinth of lines
on the palms which made destiny click; triggered an
unfathomable ocean of anecdotes to unveil in life;
which one couldn’t have conceived even in the wildest
of his dreams,

It was the essence of irrefutable empathy which made a
relationship click; granted it that impregnable
solidarity to withstand the most disastrous of times,

It was profusely tantalizing saliva which made the
throat click; perpetuate it to fulminate into a valley
of authoritatively domineering sounds,

It was ingeniously insurmountable memory which made
the brain click; unleash itself with astronomical
confidence in every sphere of existence,

It was a volcano of vivaciously blended emotions which
made the conscience click; irrevocably listen to its
voice of righteousness; and march forward without the
slightest of respite,

It was the thoroughly reinvigorating fragrance of the
lotus which made the nostrils click; inhale
incessantly to explore even the most minuscule
organism of God's fascinating creation,

It was exhilarating bouts of euphoric speed which made
the legs click; gallop like an untamed panther through
the boundless forests in stupendous ecstasy,

It was the Omnipotent Creator's will that made lovers
living continents apart click; break the most
diabolically treacherous barricades that came
their way,

It was countless hours with the innocuously impeccable
children which made nostalgia click; grant a man
slithering miserably beside his grave; the status of
being young once again,

It was an everlasting rhythm of passionately
palpitating beats which made the heart click; throb
till times immemorial for the entity it solely admired
on this Universe,

And it was love that made life click; make it the most
beautiful gift not only on this planet; but also
unendingly fathomless kilometers beyond sky…..





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