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»Clinging tightly to the body of my mother

 

I wanted to have breakfast on the Himalayas; profoundly admiring and captivated by the brilliant morning light,

I wanted to perform yogic exercise; sit with my legs crossed in blissful meditation on the 100th floor of the colossal building,

I wanted to breathe whirlwinds of exotic air; wholesomely engulfed by twinkling stars of the sky and the enigma of the night,

I wanted to dance exuberantly under the scintillating moon; swaying my body rhythmically with the mystical tunes of air,

I wanted to masticate succulent chunks of raspberry; in an ambience of dense shrub and enchanting wilderness of the mountain,

I wanted to drink gallons of reinvigorating water; standing at the base of the virgin chain of corrugated rocks,

I wanted to witness my reflection in the mesmerizing eyes of the angel; drown profusely and forever into the ocean of empathy she radiated,

I wanted to laugh standing in the midst of the steep gorge; hearing each giggle reverberate boundless number of times before striking me back in the ear,

I wanted to perspire lazing on the grass; with the majestic rays of the Sun fomenting globules of golden sweat to trickle down my skin,

I wanted to write while seated royally on the cocoon of pearly clouds; metamorphosing each fantasy of mine into a perpetual reality,

I wanted to run along with the battalion of Kangaroos; picking up spurts of speed and expending every iota of power lingering in my leg,

I wanted to give orders sitting on the Princely cushion; seeing to it that the entire nation was prudently synchronized and listened to even the most minuscule of my commands,

I wanted to play incessantly with the dolphins; fondle their ravishing snouts to feel entrenched with waves of unprecedented excitement,

I wanted to sketch and paint seated on the deck of the ship; stroking the barren sheet of canvas with resplendent shades of enamoring color,

I wanted to violently fight in the heart of the pugnacious battlefield; brandishing a shimmering sword in my palms; and an overwhelming ardor to conquer sunk deep into my blood,

I wanted to bathe in a tank of pure honey; allowing it to trickle tantalizingly through each pore of my skin,

I wanted to dig a tunnel prolifically embedded with pearls; savor the opulence and glow that emanated as my pickaxe burrowed a way of its own,

I wanted to pray diligently to the creator; in a century old temple hidden handsomely within the murky camouflage of the dispersed coconut trees,

I wanted to love for fathomless times in the lap of my beloved; intermingling each breath of hers; each heart beat of hers that arose; completely with mine,

And in the end I wanted to sleep; rest in blissful silence far away and oblivious to the tensions of this world; escaping all death and pain; escaping all evil and satanically dark; breathing deeply and feeling invincibly secure; clinging tightly to the body of my mother…

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»Clinging to my beloved

 

When I clung to the body of the preposterously huge
shark; it made sure within the next few seconds; that
I would never be able to cling on any tangible or
intangible surface; once again,

When I clung to the body of the satanically serrated
crocodile; the beast relished this as the chance of
its life; pulverizing me to nascent mincemeat; before
he had time to wink his large eyes,

When I clung to the body of the pompously inflated gas
balloon; the plastic snapped deliberately some
thousand feet above the ground; leaving me literally
counting my every breath; before I eventually
disintegrated to minuscule pieces with the stones,

When I clung to the body of seductively silvery snake;
the monster savagely hissed all tales of his private
life into my intricate ears; before venomously sealing
the tale of my impoverished existence,

When I clung to the body of the diabolical dinosaur;
it gazed at me contemptuously like a grizzly haired
lizard; the finally christened me a worthless
mosquito; before stamping the last breath out of my
shivering chest; with his gigantic feet,

When I clung to the body of the tumultuously enraged
bull; it nastily stared at my uncontrollably trembling
countenance for a few instants; before goring
insidiously treacherous holes in each part of my skin,
When I clung to the body of the crazily dancing
tarantula; it supremely enjoyed spinning a web all
across every part of my body; before injecting its
pernicious venom deep down my slavering throat,

When I clung to the body of the drearily exhausted
traveler; he hurled me into the gory well without any
second thoughts; commanding me to fetch him his
inevitably golden pail of water; from amidst hostile
fish; century old tortoise and slimy frog,

When I clung to the body of the fulminating volcano;
the maelstrom tossed me like a piece of
infinitesimally meaningless cake; before charring me
to threadbare bits of miserly white ash,

When I clung to the body of the voluptuously
tantalizing seductress; she extracted all the
happiness she could from my clattering skeleton;
before dumping me amidst invidiously wandering ghosts
in the morbid graveyard,

When I clung to the body of the ludicrously guffawing
clown; he first and foremost tossed me like elastic
candy to appease his famished spectators; and then
made me laugh out my entire breath out of my lungs;
tickling me voraciously with his sleazy wand,

When I clung to the body of the ravishingly slippery
creeper; I dozed harmoniously under the milky moon for
a few minutes; before I eventually realized that
devilish leeches hovering around; had consumed the
last dropp of my blood and flesh,

When I clung to the body of the spell binding
magician; he ardently stared at me for marathon hours;
before metamorphosing my rubicund demeanor into a
burnt matchstick; which he then proudly flung into his
cheering crowd,

When I clung to the body of the lethally black
scorpion; it frantically wandered all over my skin;
before finally deciding to vindictively stab me; right
in the center of my eye,

When I clung to the body of the Herculean boxer; he
suspended me at perilous inches from the ceiling;
using the frigidly curled intestines of my stomach; as
his ultimate boxing bag,

When I clung to the body of the indiscriminately
conquering devil; he made it irrefutably sure; that I
resided in the island of penalizing hell; in every
birth I got a chance to be born,

When I clung to the body of the incongruously unruly
butcher; he held me upside down seizing my writhing
feet; massacring the hair on my scalp; before
masticating me to pungently delicious and high calorie
meat,

When I clung to the body of the body of the betraying
solider; he threw me as a titillating bait for his
hedonistically marching enemy; then rested in
celestial harmony; as they bombarded me to absolution
with their; incomprehensible flurry of tanks and
grenades,

And finally when I clung to the body of my sacrosanct
beloved; it was here that I was reborn once again; for
countless more times than I had lost life previously;
immortally bonding with the passionate heat of her
heart; mind and soul; to blissfully change the
complexion of commercially strangled human kind….


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

 

The eagle soars high in the sapphire clouds,
a trail of holy smoke rises in the moist air,
striped leopards sprint through bushes at high speed,
protuberant pigeon neck submerges itself in coolant
water,
furry Eskimo bear nestles against the deciduous tree,
agilitic monkey springs in a network of branches,
a cloudburst of water tumbles from the sky.

there was a draining of emotions,
droplets of salt water rolled down my cheek,
witnessing the grandeur as cloud waves were smeared
with tea black,
i exposed my flesh to be encompassed by moisture,
tried to confiscate a pool of saturated vapour,
with fingers extended, palms cupped in gusty currents
of the wind.

the ambience was enveloped with serene calm,
ground mass was ice-cream soft, with wet patches of
water,
the sky was crystal clean, divested of ugly tinges of
grey,
birds left for their nests in exodus,
fleshy tortoise neck receded in hard shell,
spiders were busy mending torn threads of web,
pin dropp silence now replaced deafening sound of
pelting rain,
i stared in ecstasy at the starlit night,
buried deep in my mountain cave,
slept like a horse till first rays of the next dawn.


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»Cluster of teeth

 

They can chew hard sugarcane,
entangle seeds from fibrous fruits,
snatch fodder for survival,
bite into hard skull of coconut,
gnaw at hard pieces of chicken bone,
hold things about to tumble down,
hang on branches for protection,
dig tunnels of earth if required,
chatter incessantly when struck by cold,
nibble large chunks of chocolate cake,
sip greedily water, champagne, and fruit juice,
gnarl in frustration and intense anger,
tear apart flowing strands of silk,
make crisp noises when struck,
relish tasty food, frosty delights of white cream,
mould wax to idols for sale,
they come in bunches of glittering 16,
with exterior polish of natural enamel,
embedded firmly in skin cavities of hard jaw,
closley stitched with spit and blood,
small sized white buds at birth,
having split personality of being named as,
baby milk and hardened yellow,
making passage for flexible tongue,
facilitating speech and innocent smiles,
a precious gift of the living anatomy,
nominated as imperative for healthy life,
a thorough churner of consumed goods,
brushed thrice a day with fluoride paste,
projecting it as an object of desire,
is all that needs to be mentioned,
about a cluster of teeth.


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»Come on shoot me

 

C’mon shoot me in my eye; Am ready this very minute to fearlessly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of blissfully unprejudiced and timelessly garnishing; empathy.

C’mon shoot me in my lips; Am ready this very minute to unflinchingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of eternally rhapsodic and unsurpassably unhindered; desire.

C’mon shoot me in my chest; Am ready this very minute to unrestrictedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fantastically symbiotic and pricelessly unbridled; humanity.

C’mon shoot me in my palms; Am ready this very minute to unlimitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of magically ameliorating and synergistically healing; friendship.

C’mon shoot me in my crotch; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of stupendously proliferating and endlessly eclectic; virility.

C’mon shoot me in my feet; Am ready this very minute to unabashedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of poignantly sensuous and jubilantly exultating; adventure.

C’mon shoot me in my shoulders; Am ready this very minute to undauntedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of triumphantly bounteous and spell bindingly ever-pervading; camaraderie.

C’mon shoot me in my throat; Am ready this very minute to unremittingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of victoriously effulgent and perennially benign; melody.

C’mon shoot me in my bloodstreams; Am ready this very minute to unstoppably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of inimitably divine and ubiquitously compassionate; brotherhood.

C’mon shoot me in my brain; Am ready this very minute to unhesitatingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unendingly enamoring and boundlessly ecstatic; fantasy.

C’mon shoot me in my veins; Am ready this very minute to spontaneously take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unceasingly miraculous and timelessly emancipating; solidarity.

C’mon shoot me in my nails; Am ready this very minute to unnervingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that inimitably innocuous and beautifully unadulterated; mischief.

C’mon shoot me in my ears; Am ready this very minute to uncontrollably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of astoundingly undefeated and piquantly fabulous; sensitivity.

C’mon shoot me in my tongue; Am ready this very minute to unbendingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of vivaciously unbridled and gloriously unfettered; sensuality.

C’mon shoot me in my spine; Am ready this very minute to undyingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unconquerably burgeoning and celestially untamed; freedom.

C’mon shoot me in my belly; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unfathomably vivid and tantalizingly voluptuous; seduction.

C’mon shoot me in my conscience; Am ready this very minute to irretrievably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of irrefutably indomitable and perpetually consecrating; truth.

C’mon shoot me in my eyelashes; Am ready this very minute to unperturbedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fathomlessly resplendent and limitlessly reborn; flirtation.

C’mon shoot me in my nostrils; Am ready this very minute to unshakably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of perennially iridescent and ebulliently fructifying; life.

C’mon shoot me in my heart; Am ready this very minute to uncomplainingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of immortally Omnipotent and insuperably bonding; love.


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»Coiled Springs

 

I leapt audaciously from the balcony rail; hurtling at full speeds towards the obdurate ground,
However I escaped without a scar to my skin; and all my bones solidly agglutinated to each other.

I plummeted from the top floor of the edifice; increasing my velocity as I approached the ground,
However I got up instantly a few seconds after the fall; smiling frivolously at the austere Sun.

I jumped from the aircraft flying at unprecedented heights; floating gradually towards the earth,
However when I did land; I thoroughly maintained my stoicism; and refrained to cry.

I plunged from unfathomable heights of the diving board into the pool; cascading as straight as an arrow into the waters,
However as I fell with a thunderous roar; I swam up to the surface feeling unperturbed by the commotion.

I tripped inadvertently from the roof while playing; heading in perfect alignment with the rocky stones,
However my flesh didn’t bleed neither did my eyes tear; even after the deafening impact.

I was pushed into the thousand feet deep well by a bunch of miscreants; as my cries echoed through the slimy walls,
However as I tasted the blend of frog and dead fish; I still escaped unhurt and with an enchanting glow in my eyes.

I flung myself from the tall tree to flee from the venomous reptiles; diving head on towards an assemblage of wildly sprawled thorns,
However after landing I gazed pacifically at the opalescent moon; unfazed and relishing my close proximity with the thorns.

I stepped out of the speeding train; catapulting several kilometers before I came to a state of inertia,
However at last when I discovered my breath; there were no signs at all of broken bones or deadly fracture.

Well I think the time is conducive to reveal the secret that lay imprisoned in my heart,
I had worn large rings of coiled springs completely encompassing my back,
Flocculent foams of Dunlop compactly fitted to my persona; with satin balls of cotton clinging like a new born to my cheek,
The cotton and coiled springs had saved me on umpteenth an occasion; granting me a chance to live and profoundly admire the beauty that I saw.




© nikhilparekh
 
»Cold Soda Drink

 

The water was icily cold,
colored to sinister reptile brown,
coated with oxygen and aroma,
with a tinge of sweetened flavour,
and specific gravity more than one,
refrigerated in automatic mechanized plants,
passing through innumerable check monitors,
dictating strict conditions of health and hygiene,
an amalgamate of water and black vapour,
aerated to add spice to taste,
an artificial alternative of quenching thirst,
soaring to dizzy heights in the blazing sun,
a symbol of universal sophistication,
an essential ingredient for all occasions, '
a genuine appetizer for millions of bowels,
identical to alcohol before consumption,
an omnipresent commodity in shopping centers,
stone offices and cinema halls, .
spreading waves of unanimous addiction,
bottled at source in hexa inch tin metal,
with emblems of pepsi, coke, fanta, sprite...etc,
producing frothy gas when shaken,
tingling sensations when consumed,
euphoric shouts when sighted in sweat,
it doesn’t take a specialist to realize,
that i am describing a ' COLD SODA DRINK

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

 

When smoke grey clouds in the cosmos collided with
each other,
there were monstrous reverberations of brutal
thunder; succeeded by rain showers
of inclement rain.

When rustically adorned leaves of the tree collided
with each other,
the atmosphere was engulfed with enchanting melody; at
the outbreak of dawn.

When saline waves of the ocean collided with each
other,
there was Herculean amount of white spray that
diffused with vibrant
tenacity.

When chrome tipped utensils in the kitchen collided
with each other,
there were discordant sounds that unrelentingly
pierced; sensitive arenas of
eardrum.

When sedans traversing at whirlwind speeds collided
with each other,
the aftermath rendered their princely silhouette to
threadbare distortions of
junk.

When the rays of 'sun god' collided with cloistered
earth,
the darkness was thoroughly illuminated with beams of
perpetual light.

When hands bereft of jewellery collided with each other,
crisp noises of triumph echoed through corridors of
nonchalant doom.

When puffs of disdainful smoke collided with pelting
showers of water,
traces of obnoxious dirt got annihilated in the fury
of rain.

When immaculate globules of fresh milk collided with
child lips,
obstreperous cries of the infant were instantly
pacified; as he succumbed to
the delights of invincible sleep.

When blatant lies collided with impeccable anecdotes
of honesty,
the sacrosanct aura of truth devoured every bit of
malpractice; radiating
vociferously with a perennial shine.

When fleet footed mongoose collided with the venomous
snake,
the innocuous creature registered a swashbuckling
victory over its deadly
counterpart.

When exorbitant hatred collided with a mountain of
love,
the harmony in compassion transformed it into a
philanthropic entity.

And when the nefarious devil collided with the
omniscient persona of godhead,
he lay massacred in realms of parasitic hell


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»Colored

 

I was completely brown when I was born; emitted my first cry,
As my mother hoisted me high in the air towards the almighty; asking him to bless me with fairer complexion.

I was completely brown when I matured into youth; shedding all innocence of childhood,
And didn’t possess the faintest streak of white on my demeanor; making it easy for people to sight me in the crowd.

I was completely brown in sunlight; as acrimonious rays of the sun struck my persona,
Refrained to impregnate a darker texture in my skin; stood unfazed as the tumultuous heat took its tyranny.

I was completely brown when I had an attack of severe cold; with loads of mucus dribbling down my nose,
And every unleashing minute that unfolded; prompting me to thunderously sneeze.

I was completely brown when burglars entered my dwelling; pilfering handsome amounts of currency,
Threatening me to divulge secrets; marauding my intricate documents placed by the golden lamp.

And I remained completely brown when I died; relinquishing my final terrestrial breath,
Simply didn’t change color; nor did allow any other shade to blend with my perpetual brown.
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While when you were born; you had a snow white complexion of the skin,
And your mother praised you in elders with bombastic flattery; feeling blessed to have you white.

When you matured to youth; you acquired a silken tan to contrast with your white,
Making you the darling of furtive philanders; with a battalion of young men dying to court with you.

When you were in dazzling light of the celestial sun; you acquired a distinctive tan,
Coating your supple face with profound lines of black; inundating your skin with yellow freckles.

When you had an attack of severe cold; prompting you to blow your nose umpteenth times in an hour,
Your skin turned crimson red; with infinite patches in your neck developing disdainful allergy.

When nefarious burglars invaded your house; your face transited to a deathly white,
Seemed immensely pallid; with your resplendent color fading like the day unveils itself into the morbid night.

And when eventually you departed for your heavenly abode; your complexion changed to nimble blue,
Kept changing to darker perspectives of blue; with your fairness now converted to obnoxious filaments of variegated color.

AND YET AFTER ALL THIS; YOU HAD THE IMPETUOUS AUDACITY TO CALL ME 'COLORED'! ! ! ! ! !



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»Come lets wholeheartedly follow

 

There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets
wholeheartedly allow it to majestically blossom till
the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,

There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to evolve into an
unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as
tangy as the rhapsodically ebullient oceans,

There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to marvelously burgeon
till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse
even the most obfuscatedly alien of our times,

There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn like an
insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship;
as the Sun blazed vibrantly from behind the
mellifluous hills,

There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall even the most
obsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies;
to the most stupendously unprecedented limits,

There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to ingratiatingly gallop
to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for
centuries immemorial,

There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnipotently
transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our
disastrously dwindling derogatorily manipulative
souls,

There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to profoundly rejuvenate
our bizarrely estranged senses; with the vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,

There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically drape our
insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of
unsurpassable sensuousness,

There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to irrefutably overshadow
our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains
of timeless happiness,

There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to invincibly sequester
us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away
from the mortuary of inexplicable despair,

There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnisciently overpower
our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with
the its magical ointment of godly freshness,

There’s a spell binding little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to encapsulate us in
its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of
our haplessly shattered existence; with the gorgeously
fructifying elixir of life,

There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave the
unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our
monotonously delinquent life,

There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to magnanimously bless
our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,

There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to miraculously cleanse
all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of
fathomless righteousness,

There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to annihilate even the
most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our
blood; with its tunes of celestially unassailable
truth,

There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to enshroud us with
philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the
cry of the ungainly devil with the winds of
perennially uninhibited freedom,


There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come
lets wholeheartedly allow it to everlastingly stupefy
us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with
the limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,

And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us;
come lets wholeheartedly allow it to inundate the song
of immortal love; in our forlornly disbelieving and
satanically fretful lives…


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