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»Do something

 

Do something; that wholesomely metamorphoses the
complexion of the dreadfully dreary atmosphere;
enlightening it with fireballs of overwhelmingly
insatiable euphoria,

Do something; that perennially culminates into a
marvelously bountiful fantasy; enthrallingly
mesmerizing one and all alike; with your wonderfully
ravishing touch,

Do something; that alleviates tumultuously bereaved
humanity from dungeons of disparaging desperation;
filtering a beam of benign hope in their obliviously
shattered lives,

Do something; that thunderously fulminates into a
mountain of unassailable felicity; bestowing a wave of
rhapsodically unprecedented jubilation; upon all those
savagely wandering and in agonizing strife,

Do something; that perpetually grants blissful freedom
to your sacred motherland; annihilates even the most
infinitesimal trace of uncouth diabolism; for
countless more births yet to unveil,

Do something; that celestially augurs well for the
unleashing future; evolving an intriguingly
everpervading township of friendship; and divine
solidarity,

Do something; that innocuously pacifies the
murderously estranged soul; diffuses a wave of
triumphant melody in every ingredient of the ominously
vindictive blood,

Do something; that casts a spell of everlasting
righteousness upon the corpse of remorsefully
salacious lies; irrefutably coalescing the gargantuan
planet; in threads of priceless mankind,

Do something; that inherently evokes enchanting
fantasy in every space of derogatory hell;
harmoniously deluging lambasted lives with spurts of;
unequivocally vivacious charisma,

Do something; that triggers a ray of unconquerably
Omnipotent hope; in all those dwellings horrendously
besieged with ghastly solitude,

Do something; that enthusingly infiltrates an ocean of
tingling excitement; on the faces of all those
aimlessly dwindling in the graveyard of commercially
monotonous melancholy,

Do something; that miraculously transforms even the
most lugubriously deadened of seeds; into flowers
pristinely blossoming under golden rays of; profoundly
exotic sunlight,

Do something; that unrelentingly showers a downpour of
heavenly goodness; upon even the most diminutively
capricious cranny of this earth; decaying towards
nonchalant emptiness,

Do something; that eternally bonds ardently
palpitating hearts in entrenchments of impregnable
sharing and sensuousness; for infinite more births yet
to unveil,

Do something; that forever instills a smile on the
faces of all those miserably orphaned; encapsulating
them like your very own; in the swirl of
compassionately unending timelessness,

Do something; that envelops every arena of this
devastatingly coldblooded planet; with the Sun of
intrepidly unflinching patriotism; an unparalleled
tenacity to laugh even in the face of the most
inexplicable of adversity,

Do something; that magically ameliorates the trauma of
destitute urchins to the most unsurpassable limits;
propels them on an indefatigable mission to defend the
cause of sparkling honesty,

Do something; that philanthropically unites all human
irrespective of caste; creed; color and spurious
belief handsomely alike; in the religion of Omniscient
humanity,

And in order to immortalize all the above “ DO
SOMETHING’S”, into unshakable reality; all the
Almighty Creator could say was; do love; preach love
and witness nothing else; but divinely love…..





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Do you have a heart at all?

 

She venomously told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
ardent of my obsessions for her magnetically vivacious silhouette; the
majestic swish of her hair with every puff of exuberant wind,

She raunchily told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
inimitably benign sacrifices that I’d done; to ensure that she
perpetually
blazed in the heaven of eternally fructifying prosperity,

She impeachingly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
mellifluously heartfelt songs; that I’d indefatigably penned for her
astoundingly mesmerizing grace,

She unforgivably told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
impeccably endless of my prayers to the Almighty Lord; to miraculously
alleviate her from the corpses of inexplicably asphyxiating cancer and
disease,

She ominously told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
blazingly unfettered triumphs; that I had perennially secured to keep
her an
infinite kilometers away from the hedonistically sodomizing devil,

She truculently told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
wonderfully royal artistry; that I had tirelessly assimilated from the
fathomlessly unceasing Universe; to solely blend with the sacred
imprints of
her feet,

She ruthlessly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
fervent of my palpitations; my every beat which’d throbbed for none
other on
this boundless Universe; but her divinely grace,

She uncouthly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
sincere of my efforts to keep awake all treacherously esoteric night;
so
that she snored in the aisles of invincibly heavenly paradise,

She brashly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most
unlimited of my therapies to magically mollify her brutally estranged
existence; with the wings of timelessly liberated sensuousness,

She horrifically told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
philanthropic of my attempts; to forever blend every ingredient of her
priceless blood with the unassailable religion of mankind,

She lividly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the most
undefeatable of my feelings for her wholesome wellness; every
tyrannically
distraught tear of hers blissfully metamorphosed into a gorge of
unshakable
happiness,

She pugnaciously told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
spell bindingly unparalleled of my infatuations for her; the countless
nights of hell in which I’d miserably writhed and grunted; just to
ethereally capture a singleton of her enamoring smiles,

She emotionlessly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
unbreakable winds of timeless friendship; which I’d forever wanted to
celestially enshroud her with,

She unabashedly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
sacredly potent of my virility; the seeds of everlastingly beautiful
compassion that I had unflinchingly sown into her innocuous soul,

She vindictively told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
jubilantly effulgent of my expressions; everytime when I sighted her
unconquerably enchanting shadow,

She unsparingly told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
earnest of my possessiveness for her; unimaginably strangulating myself
every instant with parasitically alien poison; just so that she
unchallangably ruled every iota of the environment like the ultimate
princess of her time,

She vituperatively told me; that her heart had never ever loved even
the
most supremely optimistic things that I had done; to enlighten every
pore of
her despairingly bereaved flesh; towards a sky of vivaciously silken
ecstasy,

She obnoxiously told me; that her heart had never ever loved even the
most
Omnisciently Immortal covering of my breath for her; when she was
haplessly
tottering on the coffins of inevitably squelching death,

And whilst she mercilessly told me that she hated me an infinite times
in
her heart for the infinite things of godly goodness that I’d
countlessly
showered upon her; I humbly asked her as to whether in the first place;
she
did indeed “Have a Heart at all”…..


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Do you have any idea?

 

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the scent of the poignantly scarlet rose; when mercilessly trapped a countless feet beneath the vituperatively fetid gutter line?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the voluptuously tantalizing globules of rain water; when haplessly licking acrimoniously heartless desert sand; for an infinite kilometers on the trot?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the celestially tranquil meadows of jubilant grass; when traversing via an intransigently vengeful field of blood-soaked thorns?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the Omnipotently blazing Sun; when ruthlessly buried an infinite feet beneath demonically asphyxiating and blackened mud?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the innocuously spell binding lines of untamed artistry; when haplessly incarcerated within the walls of the sacrilegiously robotic and wantonly commercial office?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed impeccably bountiful childhood; when venomously enshrouded by the invidiously crippling battlefields; of manipulative pragmatism?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the ravishingly unabashed waves of the mesmerizing sea; when helplessly sealed in the parsimoniously mosquito laden crevice of the dingy wall?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the indefatigably boisterous noises of the enigmatic forest; when dismally seated beside the inexplicably wailing and inconsolably cadaverous corpse?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the triumphantly twinkling stars; when inexorably tyrannized by the murderously ghoulish blackness; and in the heart of the despondently stabbing moonless night?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the quintessential feel of the beautiful currency coin; when tirelessly begging for every morsel of food; on the lecherously dilapidated road?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the heavenly fantasies of a brilliantly unfettered tomorrow; when barbarously jailed in shackles of heartlessly flaming iron; for not the tiniest fault of mine?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the caverns of victoriously unblemished sleep; when wandering like a deliriously wayward maniac; through the corridors of baselessly sinful prejudice?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the seeds of timelessly proliferating virility; when satanically placed amidst unlimitedly shriveled mortuaries of just lies; lies and forlornly despairing lies?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the brazenly unbridled ardor of enamoring youth; when both my worthlessly old and delinquent legs; uncontrollably trembled only towards lackadaisical soil?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the prayers of mellifluously divinely peace; when carnivorously dragged into the vindictively slandering precipices of ghastly war?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the amiably inimitable lap of Omnipresent mother; when the entire planet started to savagely scourge; even the most holistically nimble of my forward stride?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the pristinely silken flakes of rejuvenating snow; when the winds of unsparingly demonic summer; had torridly scorched every single leaf in conceivable vicinity?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the impregnably altruistic dwelling; when the devilishly profane darkness of the night; had taken wholesomely deplorable control of each of my nerves?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed the miraculously ameliorating waterfalls; when every pore of my body was truculently forced to wither and ignominiously slither amongst the worms of ominously ribald nothingness?

Do you have any idea; as to how much I missed immortally benign love; when each beat of my heart was unrelentingly castrated by the corpses of unforgivably hedonistic betrayal?

And do you have any idea; as to how much I missed my Omnisciently beautiful beloved; when every of my breath was purposelessly leading every instant of impoverished life; just to fill in the number of years that destiny had impotently planned for my head…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Do you know?

 

Do you know how much I missed you; unrelentingly
fantasizing about you all day; and unsurpassable hours
even past the lonely winds of midnight?

Do you know how much I cared for you; incorrigibly
following you like a shadow; ensuring that even the
tiniest of enemy stayed boundless kilometers; away
from your heavenly stride?

Do you know how much I wept for you; those instants
when you were enshrouded by thunderbolts of
inexplicable pain; when devastating fever capsized
each ingredient of your crimson blood?

Do you know how much I reminisced your celestial
smiles; drowning myself profusely; in the mesmerizing
ocean of your melodiously tinkling laughter?

Do you know how much I revered you; considering you
the sole saint of my life; the sole philosophy that I
uttered every time I had a chance; to be born once
again?

Do you know how much I cherished your memories;
intransigently basking in the glory of those times
when you whispered in my ears; even as the entire
planet treacherously fought outside?

Do you know how much I was obsessively mad about you;
making you the only princess; taking complete control
over my mind; body and wandering soul?

Do you know how much I dreamt about you; perceiving
you in the most grandiloquent forms ever existing;
wholesomely oblivious to the manipulative vagaries of
the vindictive earth; fighting for breath?

Do you know how much I wanted you every moment;
insatiably craving for your tantalizing caress; to
erupt like a fireball of untamed compassion; well
beyond the realms of blue sky?

Do you know how much I prayed for you; relentlessly
asking the Creator to grant you even my quota of
eternal happiness; before I eventually took celestial
reprieve in your Godly feet?

Do you know how much I envied those flirtatiously
invidious people talking to you; clobbered myself to
almost a ghastly extinction; each time even when the
winds blowing away from you; tried to entice you?

Do you know how much I perennially longed to see your
face; the first thing when I woke up at the crack of
dawn; sleep like a king with its ravishing
titillation; all throughout the uncouthly perilous
night?

Do you know how much I liked you; irrefutably shirking
every opulently pleasurable in this world; just to
savor a single moment by your marvelously benign side
?

Do you know how much I praised you; indefatigably
erupting into a fountain of adoration for your
enamoring countenance; each time I heard your name
being called outside?

Do you know how much I fought with the diabolically
belligerent society; just to make them understand the
wonderfully stupendous artist fulminating in each of
your veins; the poignant enigma hidden magnificently
in your glorious voice?

Do you know how much I admired your majestic sound;
enlightening each arena of my despairing life with its
pungent cadence; like a slave liberating from his
satanic cage?

Do you know how much I was attracted towards you;
drifting like an untamed volcano in every direction
you swished; massacring my very entity from this
planet; even at the most inconspicuous of your command
?

Do you know how much I died without you; extinguishing
like a frigidly soggy matchstick into wisps of remote
oblivion; every time you left me to slither aimlessly
on my own?

Do you know how much I trembled without you;
pathetically devastated at every step I tread; sinking
infinite feet beneath my grave; as you disappeared
like a miraculous mirage from my sight?

And do you know how much I loved you; immortally
bonding with your everlasting Universe of vibrant
beats ever since my first cry of birth; even though
you kicked me nonchalantly away; like a speck of dust
from your sacrosanct side?



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Do you want to know?

 

Do you want to know why your lips had a smile; coyly
blushed as the sky blended wholesomely with the color
of the moon?
Ask the passion that fulminated from my countenance;
wanting to profusely encapsulate them in the swirl of
magnetic desire…

Do you want to know why your eyes twinkled violently;
casting an impregnable spell on every object; they lay
their impeccable sight on?
Ask the rays of unprecedented desire that infiltrated
from all directions into my blood; making me posses
you more than the breath I lived….

Do you want to know why your shadow stretched till
times beyond eternity; slithering wildly towards the
realms of absolute submission?
Ask the tunes of tumultuous agony which emanated from
my soul; wanting to bond with your spirit for times
immemorial…

Do you want to know why your tongue felt insatiably
thirsty; even after consuming fathomless droplets from
the spell binding river?
Ask the overwhelming blanket of sensuousness that
profoundly enveloped my flesh; desiring to caress you
for centuries unsurpassable; even after the planet had
come to an abrupt standstill…

Do you want to know why your hair swished in
torrential fury; even though there wasn’t the most
inconspicuous iota of wind in the placidly frigid
atmosphere?
Ask the rubicund mellow that insurmountably entrenched
my palms; wanting to coalesce with each of your
ravishing senses; till there seemed no difference
between the royal night; and the austerely sweltering
day…

Do you want to know why your feet trespassed
unrelentingly on land; ; even when the most invincible
of stalwarts had faded into remotely diminutive wisps
of dilapidated oblivion?
Ask the compassionate whirlwind which swept through my
veins; drawing each contour of your visage inevitably
towards my famished demeanor…

Do you want to know why your mind fantasized
relentlessly above the land of incomprehensible
infinity; drowning in all the mesmerizing beauty that
constituted the surface of this wonderful planet?
Ask the dream that perpetually encompassed my persona
even under brilliantly flaming rays of the Sun;
igniting fireballs of longing in each molecule of doom
that lingered in the air…

Do you want to know why your nostrils breathed
fountains of alluring fire; seeming alive as the most
possessive of entities on the carpet of voluptuously
chocolate brown soil?
Ask the tremors of unconquerable mystique that arose
from my eyelashes; wanting to incarcerate every cranny
of your body in the avalanche of bountiful
excitement….

And do you want to know why your heart palpitated more
vociferously than the entire Universe; even after you
had relinquished your last trace of tangible breath?
Ask the boundless love that hovered intransigently in
my mind; body and soul; the love that was immortally
yours till the time you were breathing; the love that
snatched you back from the heavens; even after you
died…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Does that stop my heart from throbbing

 

I might be perpetually blind; being wholesomely oblivious to even the most cloistered beam of optimistic light; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is ecstatically torrential and uninhibited; on this fathomlessly enamoring Universe?

I might be perpetually diseased; being lambasted by the tyrannical maelstroms of cancer since my very first cry; but doest that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is beautifully panoramic and garnished; on this ebulliently limitless Universe?

I might be perpetually maimed; inconsolably licking worthless grime and dust without those robust legs; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is symbiotically benevolent and humanitarian; on this resplendently eternal Universe?

I might be perpetually dumb; hopelessly unable to utter even the most ethereal of sound; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is seductively inebriating and royal; on this unbelievably untainted Universe?

I might be perpetually orphaned; thrown into the most acrimoniously slandering of gutter; immediately as I crawled out of the womb of my mother; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is jubilantly triumphant and righteous; on this incredulously proliferating Universe?

I might be perpetually illiterate; ludicrously using the whole of my preposterously bohemian foot to sign when need be; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is undefeatably truthful and pristine; on this marvelously majestic Universe?

I might be perpetually deaf; not flinching the slightest even as the most atrocious bombs of death exploded right at the tip of my earlobe; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is invincibly serene and celestial; on this unassailably vivacious Universe?

I might be perpetually unfortunate; wholesomely metamorphosing even the most glittering gates of gold into tawdrily meaningless shit with my touch; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is poignantly compassionate and gregarious; on this merrily proliferating Universe?

I might be perpetually impoverished; without possessing the tiniest of robe to engulf body; even in the most ruthless of squall or unrelenting cold; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is wholeheartedly embracing and liberated; on this fantastically iridescent Universe?

I might be perpetually famished; with every cranny of my severely dilapidated intestines puking out nothing else but exasperated blood; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is benevolently ameliorating and emphatic; on this divinely unprejudiced Universe?

I might be perpetually devastated; with everyone of my kin being barbarously assassinated by terrorists right infront of my innocent eyes; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is astoundingly fresh and virile; on this timelessly burgeoning Universe?

I might be perpetually rebuked; with every caste; creed; color and fraternity on this earth spitting upon my unconventional ways; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is intrepidly exhilarating and innovative; on this endlessly ebullient Universe?

I might be perpetually floundering; miserably failing to make even the most infinitesimal of impact in every single sphere of destined life; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is candidly sparkling; on this interminably vibrant Universe?

I might be perpetually weeping; uncontrollably culminating into an unsurpassable ocean of tears as I couldn’t ever forget the dead corpse of my mother; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is synergistically fragrant and spell-binding; on this vividly emollient Universe?

I might be perpetually castrated; rendered hopelessly impotent against the inevitably unstoppable race of time; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is enchantingly twinkling and enigmatic; on this unceasingly beautiful Universe?

I might be perpetually paralyzed; not able to move my hands or feet an inconspicuous inch even in the most mesmerizing paradise; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is stupendously intimate and befriending; on this victoriously unabashed Universe?

I might be perpetually jailed; incarcerated in the prisons of maliciously unforgivable politics for no ostensible rhyme or reason; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is sensuously passionate and tantalizing; on this insuperably unfettered Universe?

I might be perpetually neglected; with not a soul on this unending globe ready to sight the contours of my inherently ugly face; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is blessedly innocuous and natural; on this Omnisciently infallible Universe?

And I might be perpetually betrayed; with every single anecdote of relationship salaciously stabbing me like a zillion venomously parasitic thorns; but does that in anyways stop my heart from throbbing for all that is Immortal love and fresh; on this gloriously holistic Universe?

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Both me and my wife

 

It was impossible to clap with a single palm; no
matter how turbulently I swished it in the air,
So in order that sound be produced and noise be heard;
both my palms needed to come abysmally close and
strike.

It was impossible to run with a single leg; no matter
how much passion I ignited in my eyes,
So in order to win the race with nonchalant ease; both
my legs needed to caress the ground; and then sprint
like a panther towards the finishing line.

It was impossible to see with one eye; no matter how
far I stretched and revolved it without respite,
So in order to sight the entire universe; profoundly
admire mesmerizing beauty on this planet; both my eyes
needed to move in harmony; and capture living
organisms alive.

It was impossible to hear with a single ear; no matter
how alert I kept it all throughout the night,
So in order to catch each intricate voice existing;
coherently decipher the mystical tunes of life; both
my ears needed to pop up in exhilaration; hear the far
cries before anyone else might.

It was impossible to breathe with a single nostril; no
matter how hard I tried to avoid being suffocated;
even with gusty bellow of wind blowing by,
So in order to blissfully inhale pristine air in
vicinity; sleep like a king under the stars; both my
nostrils needed to suckle in breeze and blend with the
ravishing night.

It was impossible to eat food from only one corner of
the mouth; no matter how incorrigibly I tried to used
teeth protruding from that side,
So in order to chew the most succulent of meals;
digest the most voluptuous of leaf; both my cheeks
needed to participate in the process; devouring food;
water and sweets with supreme contentment.

It was impossible to write with one finger; no matter
the infinite number of times I tried to hoist the
jewel studded pen,
So in order to emboss boundless lines of literature;
inundate every nook and cranny of white paper with
exquisite calligraphy; both my fingers needed to dance
in synchronization; race with pleasure to express
their might.

It was impossible to kiss with only one lip; no matter
how dexterously I tried to rub it against my beloved,
So in order to trigger off flames of desire; exult in
the aisles of fiery romance; both my lips needed to
move in fervor; explore the sweetness and taste of
offered by
life.

And It was impossible for me on my own to evolve
another of my kind; no matter how many prayers and
penance I offered to the almighty,
So in order to procreate my progeny; and keep the
world forever moving; both me and my wife needed to
blend together into chords of perpetual love; to
ensure that the world never ended; and there was
always someone at some point in time; breathing alive…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Both the hands of my creator

 

Even if the entire world kicked me brutally in my
rear; not accepting me for my aberrant behavior and
eccentric way of living,
Even if the entire world considered me as an
untouchable; repelling a thousand meters away from me;
complaining about foul stench,
Even if the entire world perceived me as horrendously
black; a profoundly appalling sight to confront with
even in the blackest of night,
Even if the entire world thought me to be an imbecile
buffoon; not possessing the ability to converse
eloquently; stuttering miserably at every word I
spoke,
Even if the entire world conceived me to be cold ice;
lazily staring into open space without moving a single
finger in the day,
Even if the entire world banged me incorrigibly hard
in the stomach; kept me famished for fortnights on the
trot under the sweltering fire ball of Sun,
Even if the entire world banished me from every
religion; stripping me of my rustic attire;
incarcerating each part of my body in hideously
gleaming chains,
Even if the entire world laughed at me incessantly for
my indigenous and village like voice; vehemently
condemned me for not adhering to the norms of the
supremely sophisticated society,
Even if the entire world refrained to talk to me;
sneering at me scornfully for not following a spurious
chain of religious policies,
Even if the entire world spat at me for growing an
abysmally long beard; not walking on the roads with my
arms and legs perfectly aligned and in excellent
synchronization,
Even if the entire world whipped me for choosing an
unconventional path of writing poetry; not marching
towards office at the stringent unfurling of 9 'O'
clock in the morning; interacting with an ambience
overwhelmingly laden with glamour and stupendous
gaiety,
Even if the entire world tenaciously opposed my virtue
of speaking the most bitter of truth; lying naked on
the streets when I could I have easily earned millions
by uttering a string of blatant lies,
Even if the entire world furtively chalked policies to
defeat me; plotting nefarious schemes to overtopple me
behind my back,
Even if the entire world addressed me by a volley of
incoherent abuse; flooding my innocent ears with
nothing else but indiscriminate tunes of malice,
Even if the entire world rejected me for my stubborn
ideals; ubiquitously propagating all mankind,
Even if the entire world orphaned me; shutting their
doors savagely on my face with the onset of chill and
shimmering twilight,
Even if the entire world stood like an invincible
fortress in my way; not letting me and my beloved
breathe the slightest; strangulating us with their
barbaric norms and ways,
Even if the entire world discarded me like a pack of
burnt matchsticks; placing me in a remote iron prison
high on the summit of the mountains,
And inspite of all this; I would still be the happiest
man on this earth; would feel the most blessed of all;
as I had both the hands of my creator harboring me
from all sides; seeing to it and immortally ensuring
that each fantasy of mine converted itself into a
veritable reality…


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

 

When I banged a ball of spongy rubber on the ground; it bounced a few times with insipid fervor,
Rising a few inches from the ground; displaying a thoroughly lackluster performance.

When I threw a rotund ball of solid stone on polished floor; it bounced negligibly; producing a thunderous noise when it collided,
Unable to rise even a centimeter above the ground; languidly rolling as if about to be indiscreetly kicked.

When I released a ball of pure crystal from unprecedented heights of the edifice; it diffused into infinite splinters of acerbic powder,
There was no question of it bouncing; as it reduced to complete shambles; and the loss incurred was substantial.

When I hurled a ball of obdurate leather on the silver façade of glass; it zipped through like a fiery rocket,
Bouncing with nonchalant exuberance after striking the floor; and there was a rotten fragrance of leather that disparagingly originated.

When I banged a ball of flocculent cotton on the muddy road; it blended magnificently with the ocean of dirt,
It simply refrained to bounce; and flimsy wisps of satin flakes drifted in the air.

When I banged a ball ornately stitched with a plethora of crimson rose petal; there was not a trace of the faintest of bounce,
The blissful leaves were squashed into a miserable pulp; and colored juice dribbled; forming tiny rivulets on the ground.

When I threw a ball of wet mud high in the air; it settled on the ground with a dull thud,
Umpteenth molecules of loose dirt cascaded all over; and the bounce was intensely sporadic before it died.

When I voraciously banged a ball of hot iron against car metal; it ripped apart the intricate demeanor,
Traversing at swashbuckling speeds like a fired bullet; it was too heavy to bounce and virtually sunk deep.

When I banged a ball of malevolent hatred on the floor; it assassinated alongwith itself scores of impeccable individuals,
Propagating enmity in races of mixed color; instigating rampant incidences of uncurbed violence; without bouncing the slightest whisker.

And when I eventually banged the ball of love against the most roughest of surface; it bounced as high as the sky,
Kept bouncing even after striking the ground several times;
It was the bounce of flexibility; the bounce of perpetual bondage and sharing; which had its spirits soaring handsome in the clouds; with the Creator to shower his blessings and perennially protect it.




© nikhilparekh
 
»Bowl of water

 

There was infectious pus germinating in its body,
long silken ears were flooded with tic,
forehead scalp had paltry hair standing,
hard claw nails were badly uprooted from basal
connections,
a concoction of blood and water flowed from
its eyes,
deep gashes lined round periphery of furry collared
neck,
large smudges of dirt adorned its coat of golden
brown,
dried pouches of stomach contained decayed food,
its tail which once wagged incessantly when happy,
was now bruised and withdrawn far between its feeble
legs.

the same creature hissed fire once,
gave a volley of barks at the slightest provocation,
guarded the mansion at prime cost of its life,
tore apart to pieces venom snakes and unwanted prey,
slept all night cozily tucked between large gentle
feet of its master,
devoured chunks of rabbit meat, gulped gallons of
water,
licked all in the family from head to toe at faint
rising of dawn each day.

as time elapsed, the onset of old age made it stoop,
it now lay neglected at remote corners of the barn,
gasping for breath, uttering subdued groans of agony,
it already knew death was fast approaching,
all it desired at the moment was just its favorite
bowl of water,
be filled with inexpensive liquid pouring in
abundance,
from the rusty hand pump a few feet away from its worn
out body.


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