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»Coudruoy shoes

 

I used them to trample incorrigible chunks of wild
clay,
violently kick orphan splinters of soft pebble that
came my way.

i wore them while clambering up menacing slopes of the
snow clad mountain,
waded through placid waters of jungle river at
leisurely pace.

i brutally dismantled inarticulate walls of the
glistening sandcastle,
tread harmoniously; with nonchalant vigor on an army
of desert crab.

i aimlessly loitered through solitary streets of the
city; a few hours
preceding dawn,
tenderly kissing pliable cakes of cow dung plaster that
confronted my way.

i assassinated transparent panes of the shop
window; into a fine spray of white
chowder,
stole exquisite pieces of saffron cloth; from the dark
ambience of the closet.

i jogged incessantly across the sparkling meadow; with
sporadic pants of
breath,
made cacophonic noises; crushing withered leaves of
the oleander maple.

i stood fearlessly on a battalion of fiery red ant,
escaped unhurt; as the animate creatures tried
puncturing the leather without
respite.

i even adhered them to my feet; with long strands of
shriveled rubber,
descending to fathomless depths of the ocean; exploring
blood red coral
reef's.

i traversed unrelentingly on steaming patches of
barren land,
they still seemed to hold my weight; bereft of squeaks
and discordant sounds.

i took them out for few hours; when sunk in the domains
of blissful sleep,
my twin pair of corduroy shoes still guarded me
against jinxed spirits,
exuberantly anticipating the fresh soles of my rustic
feet,
as the clock ticked a second past brilliant dawn.


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

 

It takes countless droplets of liquid to fill the
empty bucket; grant its disdainfully dilapidated
persona the stature of heavenly water,

It takes countless beams of sunlight to stringently
fumigate the entire planet; deluge a myriad of
shattered lives with rays of optimistic hope and
blissful happiness,

It takes countless streams of crimson blood; to make
the body celestially function; surge forward with
unsurpassably arduous vigor in life,

It takes countless pinches of golden sands; to evolve
the awe-inspiring and colossally magnificent royal
desert,

It takes a countless battalion of voluptuously
swirling waves; to evolve the boundlessly majestic and
saline ocean,

It takes countless alphabets to write a book;
mystically portray the spirit of adventure lingering
perpetually for fathomless times to unveil,

It takes countless steps of overwhelming tenacity; to
reach the astronomically towering pinnacle of gigantic
mountain,

It takes countless roots embedded formidably under
loose soil; to form an incomprehensibly tall and
brazenly Oligarchic tree,

It takes countless blades of seductively green grass;
to evolve a fathomlessly mesmerizing and divinely
meadow,

It takes countless number of blood stained tears; to
achieve what you really want in currently treacherous
existence,

It takes countless petals of poignantly scented
flower; to evolve a harmoniously synchronized and
grandiloquent garland,

It takes a countless artillery of articulate bones; to
dexterously manipulate the intricate movements of
robustly transgressing human body,

It takes countless seconds of the rhythmically ticking
clock; before the austerely blazing fireball of Sun;
actually unfurls into the heart of the stupendously
enchanting night,

It takes countless births before we actually dream of
taking birth as insurmountably blessed man; having the
privilege of being crowned the most superior in the
fraternity of living kind,

It takes countless dreams and an unfathomable ocean of
relentless fantasy; before waking up in absolute
tranquil harmony at the crack of ephemeral dawn,

It takes countless hours of indefatigable turmoil; to
achieve unprecedented corridors of meticulous
perfection,

It takes countless draughts of exuberant air; to
metamorphose the diminutively burning candle into an
incredulously handsome fire escalating unstoppably
towards bits of blue sky,

It takes countless days of innocuous childhood; to
mature and harness into professional youth,

And it takes countless lives to find the sacrosanct
love of your heart; the love that makes you feel
immortally breathing; the love that imparts in you an
irrevocable desire; to be forever alive….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Countless times better than thee

 

A mountain of ideas always proliferating; picking up
swashbuckling currents of speed as the minutes unveil,

A blanket of mesmerizing beauty laden voluptuously on
earth; on which slept the most beautiful fairies of
the sky,

A playground of innocent children; shouting and
dancing gleefully in the aisles of rustic childhood,

A garland of poignant emotions; arrows of volatile
passion stinging thunderously through the atmosphere,

A nest of daunting courage; the fortitude to stand
tall and withstand the mightiest of disaster,

A cloud of unrelenting fantasy; the incredulously
exotic essence of imagination taking complete control,

A river of empathy with perennial flow; gently
caressing every fraternity of the varied society with
astronomical compassion and care,

A beam of Sunlight which brilliantly filtered through
morbid space; profoundly illuminated every unveiling
dawn,

A garden of incomprehensibly fragrant lotus; the
enchanting odor which pierced through each pore of the
skin,

A jungle inundated with delectably fresh fruits; from
which oozed infinite juices and salubrious nutrition
of Mother Nature,

A vivacious rainbow of optimistic hope; which
thoroughly overwhelmed all despair and helplessness in
monotonous life,

A shadow of enigmatic mysticism; which left the soul
inevitably searching for the real meaning of tangible
existence,

A minuscule footprint drawn incoherently in the sands;
making nostalgic remembrances of the past deluge like
a whirlpool in the mind,

A tornado of relentless vacillations; which kept
creeping at every cranny to add to the spice and
handsome ardor of breath,

A valley reverberating with fabulously melodious
sounds; the unsurpassable charisma of past life
candidly reflected,

A gateway of invincible triumph; valiantly conquered
victory in each path that inexplicably unfurled before
clear sight,

A beehive of incessant turmoil; exploring and
discovering the most alluring things strewn across the
trajectory of this boundless planet,

A bridge of immortal love; divinely bonding the mind;
body and soul with the threads of insatiable longing,

A soil to indefatigably struggle for existence;
survive amongst a pack of savage wolves hovering
around with fire in their eyes,

Is how I have always desired my life to be O! Almighty
Lord; and I thank you from the inner most recesses of
my heart; for blessing this molecule of yours; with
one countless times better than thee….



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

 

Glistening golden sands of the beach,
A lunch box for venomous crabs,
Stormy waves dispatching sheets of salt,
With metallic clangs on crab shell,
Prompting elaborate spread of noxious tentacles,
Temporary dislocating the gallant brown spider,
Into well spun cocoons of slippery mud.
The sea recedes, a van stops on adjoining asphalt,
A trio of school kids step out beamingly,
Dressed in luxurious flannel beach wear,
With firm fitted and triangular caps,
Innocent wrists wound with water proof time,
And flying saucers whirled with speed,
In gleeful anticipation of splashing rockets,
Of salt water on their bare backs,
Shouts of laughter, articulately made sandcastles,
Big chunks of sand gliding harmlessly,
Past mischivious facial contours,
Utter amazement at encountering fossils,
Moulded marine green, with faded exteriors,
Hungry sipping of coconut water,
Causing vertical oscillations of adams apple,
And chorused singing of nursery rhymes,
Accompanied by the skipping rope flying high,
And fishing boats fast approaching,
Oh! Yes the toddlers were having a ball of a time.
A sudden yelp rises in the air,
Led by immediate collapse of tiny feet,
Baby white skin, with a tinge of blue poison,
As dirty brown spider stings unripened flesh,
With pointed crusts of hairy legs,
Inserting paltry vials of crab poison,
Spreading slowly through circuitous blood,
Divesting it of precious oxygen,
Cautioning all on sea sand,
Highlighting effects of crab poison.


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

 

In order to crack the enigmatic puzzle; I used the
most stupendously intricate arenas of my brain,

In order to crack the obdurate nut; I used the
astronomical tenacity of my teeth,

In order to crack the astoundingly gloomy silence; I
used my stringently piercing voice,

In order to crack the insurmountably hazy night; I
used my twin paired crystalline eyesight,

In order to crack spurious sadness ominously hovering
around; I used my amicably compassionate smile,

In order to crack the incorrigibly bellicose brick; I
used my fists plummeting like a thunderbolt; on its
wretched periphery,

In order to crack the astutely austere corporate
tycoon; I used frugal amounts of sly wit; circulating
more mystically than the clouds in my blood,

In order to crack the diabolically freezing evening; I
used my palms voraciously against the rocks; to
generate unsurpassable loads of seductive heat,

In order to crack utter hopelessness; I used the
invincible muscle impregnated euphorically in my
bones,

In order to crack the ingenious idea; I used my
inherent skill of profusely intense concentration,

In order to crack the yawn; I used my unfathomable
treasury of will power to rise up to the occasion of
pragmatic survival,

In order to crack inexplicably treacherous destiny; I
used my spirit of fathomless adventure to confront the
acrimonious world,

In order to crack pain; I used my lids to drink back
my prolifically dribbling river of traumatized tears,

In order to crack the bottle; I used my nails to
adroitly unleash the insurmountably serrated steel
cap,

In order to crack the pathway of horrendous dirt; I
used my royally sparkling pool of saliva,

In order to crack the majestically enchanting
painting; I used my adroitly slender conglomerate of
fingers,

In order to crack dismally mind boggling poverty; I
used all the wealth I had assimilated till date; in
the tenure of my short life,

In order to crack the chapter of inevitably precious
existence; I used my exuberant mountain of Omnipotent
breath,

And in order to crack the love of my ultimate dreams;
I used the inner most realms of my passionately
thundering heart; which shot its beats infinite
kilometers above the sky; as each second unfurled
itself into the fabulously blossoming spectrum called
romance….


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

 

When I lay languidly sprawled on a king poster
bed; emollient with a scent of
mesmerizing rose,
There was an insatiable craving in the body to sleep.

When I came in proximity with an appetizing meal of
cold salad; blended with
sea petrel,
There were irresistible cravings in the starved bowels
to eat.

When there hung an immaculate bandanna at right angles
to my vision,
There developed an inevitable craving to expurgate my
nostrils; and sneeze.

When I saw white water tumbling down the undulating
mountain,
There arose unfathomable cravings in my persona to
stand beneath it; and
bathe.

When I came in lethal confrontation with a cluster of
venomous snake,
There was an indispensable craving in my legs; to
gallop at rollicking pace and
flee.

When I alighted the majestically strong demeanour of a
race stallion,
There was a ubiquitous craving in my mind; to traverse
the race course at
swashbuckling speed.

When I jumped aboard the ship; into sapphire waters of
the fathomless ocean,
There were desperate cravings that proliferated in my
body; to swim.

When my fellow counterparts tyrannized me; victimizing
me as the subject of
ludicrous laughter,
There arose sporadic cravings in my tongue to
stringently retaliate.

When I was on the verge of freezing in chilly winds of
arctic winter,
There arose profound cravings to burn a grandiloquent
fire; and warm my numb
feet.

When I was chased by a striped leopard in dense
camouflage of the jungle,
There was an overwhelming craving to clamber up the
tree; and hide in the
myriad of branches.

When I walked bedraggled; through silver soil of the
scorched desert,
There was an ingratiating craving for sipping cool
water; thereby sustaining
precious life.

When there were stacks of resplendent gold lying
unguarded on the solitary
street,
There were intractable cravings to permeate through
the heap; and pilfer.

When one of my siblings left prematurely for his
heavenly abode,
There were nostalgic cravings in the eyes to sob
hysterically and emit water.

And when the ethereal shadow of my beloved unveiled in
entirety; before my
silhouette,
There was an intransigent craving in my lips to kiss
her; and love.


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

 

Brutally starved were my staggering eyes; frantically
groping for those rainbows of eternal prosperity;
which had become so ghoulishly amorphous and obsolete;
in the world today,

Pathetically starved were my lambasted lips;
rapaciously wandering for those hives of perennial
sweetness; which had parsimoniously evaporated into
corpses of lackadaisical abhorrence; in the world
today,

Horrendously starved were my tortured fingers;
unrelentingly searching for those uninhibited bits of
free space; which had so luridly metamorphosed into
salacious jailhouses of the sinister devil; in the
world today,

Preposterously starved were my tottering cheeks;
intransigently loitering for those whirlwinds of
ingratiating passion; which had transited into
penalizingly inclement commercialism; in the world
today,

Despondently starved were my numbed ears;
indefatigably straining for those sounds of
everlastingly mellifluous harmony; which had so
bizarrely drowned in obstreperously maladroit traffic;
in the world today,

Truculently starved was my monotonous brain;
timelessly stretching for those precociously
exhilarating forests of astounding innovation; which
had converted so deplorably into coffins of ribald
hell; in the world today,

Flagrantly starved were my beleaguered eyelashes;
relentlessly glimpsing for those dew drops of
unfathomably sensuous ecstasy; which had so
fanatically fulminated into insanely tyrannical
bloodshed and crime; in the world today,

Lecherously starved was my aggrieved throat;
desperately searching for those raindrops of pristine
exhilaration; which had so egregiously adulterated
themselves with derogatory corruption; in the world
today,

Lasciviously starved were my fetid toes; agonizingly
penetrating for those meadows of irrefutably silken
honesty; which had so disparagingly converted
themselves into a gutter of ghastly lies; in the world
today,

Despairingly starved were my deprived palms;
tirelessly fumbling for those entrenchments of
aristocratic artistry; which had so perniciously
disappeared into the dungeons of miserably fermented
doom; in the world today,

Unsparingly starved were my staggering veins;
limitlessly stuttering for those waves of unflinching
solidarity; which had so barbarously unfurled into
carcasses of bludgeoning viciousness; in the world
today,

Licentiously starved was my convoluted neck; greedily
swirling for those pinnacles of impregnably majestic
brotherhood; which had so uncouthly divided into
sleazily spurious boundaries of religion; caste; creed
and color; in the world today,

Ludicrously starved were my trembling teeth;
maniacally chattering for those winds of patriotically
blazing courage; which had so raunchily extinguished
into scurrilously dastardly betrayal; in the world
today,

Painstakingly starved were my dreary bones; rampantly
galloping for those blissfully placating shades of
symbiotism; which had so hedonistically become
warehouses of morbidly libidinous trade; in the world
today,

Unsurpassably starved was my crumbling spinal chord;
wildly staring for those clouds of compassionate
embrace; which had so bawdily perpetuated into mirages
of worthless meaninglessness; in the world today,

Criminally starved was my terrorized shadow;
restlessly meandering for those unequivocally glorious
rivers of freedom; which had so treacherously dwindled
into maelstroms of political racialism; in the world
today,

Indiscriminately starved was my incoherent signature;
implacably ambling for those stamps of heavenly
righteousness; which had so tawdrily exploded into
surreptitiously gratuitous profanity; in the world
today,

Forlornly starved was my asphyxiated breath;
intractably gasping for those fireballs of vivaciously
unending titillation; which had so obnoxiously become
castrated graveyards of marauding lynchpins; in the
world today,

And cruelly starved was my deteriorating heart;
endlessly feeling for those beats of immortally regale
love; which had so baselessly extradited into gallows
of indescribably crucifying emptiness; in the world
today….

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

 

If only my tears; could forever wash away the brutal disparities of mankind; the invidious discrimination that divided the spellbindingly united human race; into salacious segments of nothingness,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the devastating loneliness from every hapless orphans face; the deplorably crucifying solitude that it faced at the hands of amorphously heartless destiny,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the preposterously crippling blackness from every blind eye; cadaverously hurtling towards the coffins of hopelessness right since the first cry of birth,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the baselessly maiming idiosyncrasies in the name of religion; which transformed life harder than the most obdurate of stone; every unfurling instant,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the feckless abhorrence from every prejudiced heart; which criminally masticated even the freshest form of existence; into meaningless bits of oblivion,

If only my tears; could forever wash away disdainfully emaciating impoverishment; those inevitably stabbing pangs of hunger which converted even the most sensible living being; into an unkempt devil,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the obnoxiously venomous smoke and dust from every blissful leaf on the city streets; the maliciously deteriorating human spit that dribbled down the tree roots,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the senseless negativities from each living brain; the inexplicably traumatizing depression that worthlessly rendered exuberant life; as a sinfully lifeless pillar,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the footprints of vindictively assassinating anarchy; the inconsolable wounds inflicted upon the nimble; by the hedonistic Lordships of malevolently corrupt power,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the livid superiority in every mans voice; the wretchedly lambasting domination that he abominably asserted on every sacred woman’s womb,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the inextricably lethal scars left on mother nature’s belly; by rampantly pulverizing powerhouses of robotic commercialism,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the surreptitiously blasphemous glances; which were cast on every innocuous widow’s countenance; by the rapaciously thwarted society outside,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the stains of morbidly gory blood; which ignominiously flourished on the heart of mother earth; after every heartlessly massacring war,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the inveterate arrogance of human creation; the inanely beheading aridness that even the closest of blood-relations displayed to each other; in pursuit of worldly greed and fame,

If only my tears; could forever wash away every divorce that unceremoniously occurred between a husband and wife; the non-existent suspicions that they harbored against each other,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the disastrously impeaching emptiness in every source of existence; the unfathomable trauma of having to lead life to the fullest; without the priceless beloved,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the shame of every naked organism on the tawdrily freezing streets; the ramifications of intolerable penuriousness that wafted from every exploited and malnourished chest,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the silence of despairingly uncouth death; the state of irrevocably lamenting helplessness that then enshrouded every ingredient of the atmosphere,

Then. O! Yes absolutely and irrefutably then. Irrespective of how cowardly the world outside termed me to be. I was prepared to forever and ever and ever CRY…..

©®COPYRIGHT BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Cuckoo Clock

 

Made of curvaceous ornamental brass,
sometimes parallel straight arms of white metal,
coated with different shades of radium paint,
hung to long center pivot thoroughly oiled and
greased,
the hour hand moves at painstaking speed,
the minute hand ticks a shade faster,
the second hand is the fastest of them all.
all thick needles displaying time,
passing moments of pragmatic life,
traversing in circular clockwise journeys,
in a background of finely calibrated dial,
and roman numerals ascending from one to twelve,
all this compactly imprisoned in water proof glass,
tightened by an artillery of shock proof screw,
triggered by maze of compressed springs,
with gold plated chains suspended to be wound,
and the chirpy cuckoo announcing its presence every
hour,
with melodious cadence of bird sound,
nailed to plaster in our living room,
winning accolades of innumerable visitors,
is our unfailingly loyal cuckoo clock.


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»Cursed Terrorism

 

The bird of ghastly terrorism might undoubtedly fly all right; but without the most ethereal trace of direction; and miserably collapsing in its non-existent grave; as its decayed wings woefully crumbled mid-air,

The waterfall of indiscriminate terrorism might undoubtedly cascade all right; but it never was able to touch even an inconspicuous iota of pricelessly venerated soil,

The car of crucifying terrorism might undoubtedly chug forward all right; but it soon uncontrollably exploded into such an inferno of indecipherable nothingness; that was impossible to find even in the corpses of obliviously paralytic hell,

The soil of sadistic terrorism might undoubtedly sprout all right; but every fruit which it dared to parsimoniously bear; salaciously sank an infinite feet beneath worthless mud; even before they could kiss the first beams of morning light,

The clouds of unforgivable terrorism might undoubtedly rain all right; but every globule of water that they satanically oozed; was that of venomously cannibalistic and mercilessly slandering blood,

The mountains of slavering terrorism might undoubtedly stand all right; but every epitome of theirs was shamefully and sinfully inverted; like the endlessly outstretched palms of the cadaverously wailing beggar; who never ever witnessed even the most insouciant trifle of wealth all his wretchedly impoverished life,

The eyes of nondescript terrorism might undoubtedly see all right; but every ray that radiated from their whites metamorphosed into the most remorsefully maiming graveyard of deplorable blackness; even in insuperably flaming Sunlight,

The tree of vindictive terrorism might undoubtedly fructify all right; but every of its leaf charred you to the most inconsolably pathetic extinction; instead of mollifying every frazzled nerve of yours with mesmerizing shade,

The sea of unsparing terrorism might undoubtedly swirl all right; but each of its demonically asphyxiating wave; drowned you into a mortuary of wanton meaninglessness; even before you could emanate your first or last breath,

The Sun of frigid terrorism might undoubtedly shine all right; but every of its criminally diabolical ray; could foment nothing else but only tirelessly beheading nightfall; even in the peak of irrefutably blistering day,

The Moon of brutal terrorism might undoubtedly twinkle all right; but every of its deliriously surreptitious beams; metamorphosed even the most impeccably divine child; into an unstoppably marauding dinosaur of perverted crime,

The mirrors of agonizing terrorism might undoubtedly reflect all right; but every image that they lividly portrayed; was that of the vengefully bombarding and bizarrely demented devil,

The sky of ominous terrorism might undoubtedly stretch all right; but even the most transiently feckless ounce of space in it; irretrievably and solely belonged to the coffins of despicably pulverizing hell,

The veins of heartless terrorism might undoubtedly bleed all right; but every droplet of blood that they frenetically oozed; bore the color of carnivorously amorphous and unsurpassably lackadaisical nothingness,

The meadows of tyrannical terrorism might undoubtedly dew all right; but globule of sanctimoniously ironical golden; was the most unconquerably despicable venom that planet earth could ever produce,

The mouth of truculent terrorism might undoubtedly speak all right; but every word that it rambunctiously uttered; was the most ignominiously sinful abuse on the grace of the Omnisciently Almighty Lord,

The shadows of acrimonious terrorism might undoubtedly lurk all right; but timelessly impregnating only germs of baselessly excoriating fear; in one and all; disgustingly alike,

The nostrils of plagued terrorism might undoubtedly breathe all right; but each puff of air that they notoriously inhaled; buried them deeper and deeper into the most horrendously torturous gorges of inveterate death,

And the heart of cursed terrorism might undoubtedly throb all right; but each beat that it penuriously diffused; barbarously incarcerated every single organism on this fathomless planet; into chains of hedonistically assassinating war and limitless hatred….

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