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»Buttons

 

The colossal deodar tree was embossed with infinite
buttons of parrot green,
which swayed frivolously with ravishing currents of
enigmatic breeze.

The sky was flooded with buttons of flocculent white,
Dispersed into cocoons of rain yielding humid gas.

The contemporary pistol was embedded with a fleet of
compact lead buttons,
Capable of annihilating palpable entities to lifeless
souls.

Palatial waters of the emerald ocean were abundant
with hordes of fish,
Which swam with acrobatic ease in swirling
waters; under the nocturnal moon.

The sizzling agglomerate of continental soup was
resplendent with buttons of
tubular mushroom,
Which disintegrated into sumptuous splinters when
savored by a cluster of
teeth.

Pellucid glass of the time piece; incorporated slender
buttons of metal,
Which arduously circulated in clockwise journeys
throughout decades of
survival.

Succulent pulp of the watermelon; held captive a
plethora of brown buttons,
Which had sour juice trapped in deep recesses of soft
kernel.

The driving wheel of scintillating automobile;
possessed a conspicuously protuberant button,
Producing discordant sounds when compressed to supreme
angularity.

Mammoth jerry cans of cow milk; consisted of tangible
buttons of salubrious
cream,
Which reinvigorated dreary mechanisms of the body with
unprecedented energy.

The magnanimous jaw of alligator was juxtaposed with
an army of acerbic
button,
Ready to ferociously strip bountiful flesh from strong
bone.

Silver sands of the sea shore were emollient with
surplus fillings of mystical
buttons,
Which shone brilliantly in the midday sun; nestled in
tranquil under a cameo of
stars.

And visual apparatus of my eye was blessed with
translucent buttons of
vision,
Which envisaged her love in the day; inevitably
sighting her on every piece of
land,
Sleeping in contentment with her fragrance
pilfering my thought
flow for the ruthless night.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»By the grace of God

 

Live like an grandiloquent eagle; soaring handsomely
through the vivaciously bubbling crimson clouds,

Live like the mountains basking in the glory of
perennially shimmering sunlight; intrepidly
confronting every obstacle without their head
flinching the slightest,

Live like the rhapsodically tangy waves of the ocean;
clashing with rejuvenated fervor every instant against
the chain of enigmatically mesmerizing rocks,

Live like the impeccable pigeon; retiring for a
blissful nights sleep in its delectable nest; under
the magnificently resplendent blanket of glittering
stars,

Live like the belligerent soldier whose heart was more
molten than candle wax; but who preferred to decimate
his head; rather than bowing it to anyone other than
his motherland,

Live like the marvelously glowing jewel; that radiated
its light full blossom; even in the most satanically
gory tunnel of treacherous darkness,

Live like the exuberantly enthralling cloud of dawn;
perpetuating every thoroughly dwindling entity with a
rejuvenated gusto; to propel tirelessly ahead in life,

Live like the bountifully sprawling fruits of Nature’s
creation; proliferating millions of its kind as the
hour unveiled to fill the day,
Live like the road that never ends; indefatigably
weaving its path towards an island of overwhelming
mysticism and astounding enchantment,

Live like the butterfly which stays perpetually
ebullient; frolicking into a festoon of smiles even
while incarcerated infinite feet beneath the earth,

Live like the Mother who knows nothing but sacrifice;
enduring the severest agony conceivable on human
planet; to spawn the most wonderful creation of
Almighty Lord,

Live like the fire whose flames never die; triggering
insurmountable infernos of untamed passion; even as
torrential cloudbursts of rain ferociously pelted
down,

Live like the leaves that never withered; clinging
resiliently to the body of their master; even as the
most heinous of devil tried to ruthlessly massacre
them with his foot,

Live like the rose which immortally diffused its
divinely scent; no matter how hard the acrimonious
thorns tried to gobble it in their acerbic swirl,

Live like the irrefutably powerful lion of the jungle;
reigning supremely over your priceless conscience for
centuries unprecedented,

Live like the immaculately beautiful princess;
spreading the most wonderful word of God; from deep
within your heart to even the most remotely obsolete
corner of this Universe,

Live like the soul which impregnated a wave of
ingratiating vitality; in every organism who had
reached the premature brink of hopeless extinction,

Live like the blessed couple of true lovers; being
wholesomely oblivious to the manipulatively monotonous
realms of the spuriously surviving society,

And most importantly live life to the most
unfathomable limits; rejoicing and basking in Princely
glory till perhaps beyond what your breath could
perceive; but always do remember and chant this till
the time you die; that LIVE LIFE BY THE GRACE OF GOD….

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

 

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to shatter
me beyond realms of pragmatic imagination; making me
the most horrendously penurious man on this boundless
Universe,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to
engender me to slither like profusely maim on cold
ground; although I proudly possessed; blissful pairs
of robust palms and feet,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to
ruthlessly extricate every iota of happiness from my
vibrant life; rendering me to worthlessly stagger in
disdainful winds of disappearing oblivion,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to
treacherously freeze all celestial streams of blood in
my poignant veins; diabolically paralyzing every part
of my body; till my death,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make
all harmoniously sparkling food entrapped in my
bowels; metamorphose into heinously preposterously
skeletons beneath the corpse,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me
relinquish even the most infinitesimal iota of my
splendid sight; groping in a sea of despairing
darkness for centuries immemorial,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to slit my
throat into an infinite bits of incoherently
threadbare chowder; snapping the very essence of
melodious sound; from the inner most recesses of my
mouth,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me
lecherously stumble in a bedraggled heap towards
sleazy cocoons of soil; lick pathetically devastating
dust; as breakfast for the morning; the sole supper to
lead the invidiously threatening night,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to make me
indefatigably sulk in the aisles of perpetual
solitude; with the contours of the extraneous world;
evaporating in an obfuscated blur; far away from my
overwhelmingly staggering vision,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to slash
satanically through my conglomerate of divine veins;
ripping my entire caricature apart into non-existent
wisps degradable nothingness,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to bombard
the unfathomable repertoire of royal fantasies in my
brain; to insipidly ominous pulp and fetid gutter
water,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to cremate
me alive in a dungeon insurmountably brimming with
venomous scorpion; shrug me to a ridiculous stage;
where I lost all count of my incongruously decimated
bones,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to trigger
me to indefatigably cry; weep more than a countless
deaths; in just a single lifetime of mine,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to scrap
all my fame and opulence in a single shot; as
acerbically wild hell rained in traumatized agony from
the blankets of scarlet sky,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to starve
me for infinite more births yet to unveil; tottering
towards the corridors of despondent extinction;
although the conventionally murderous society sighted
me; with a spurious smile uncompromisingly lingering
on my face,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to
impregnate my wonderfully resplendent existence; with
the inexplicable ghost of profound sorrow and
abominably cacophonic wailing,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to capsize
me in chains of insatiable depravation; incarcerating
each of my enthralling mind; body and senses in
perilously pernicious; prisons of bloodshed,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to
asphyxiate my breath to veritably sinister
nothingness; as I inhaled the last puff of exhilarated
air into my dying lungs,

Just three minuscule alphabets; were enough to
lambaste my heart with whirpools of loneliness;
annihilating each of its beats with swords of
murderously uncouth diabolism,

O! yes it was indeed unbelievable but irrefutably
true; that just three minuscule alphabets; made me
instantaneously blend with winds of abhorrent hell; as
she slipped from my invincible grip; to bid me a final
good BYE….


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

 

As i strolled languidly on smooth cakes of road
tarmac,
stringent pellets of sunshine struck my eyes,
blistering sheets of wind whipped petite regions of my
flesh,
the steaming persona of ground formed a volley of
cracks,
radiating at right angles from my slender soled feet.

when i frivolously wandered on the fluorescent cake of
midnight moon,
ornately draped angels collided with soft cushions of
my hair,
the ambience was overflowing with a sedative calm,
blotches of crime had faded into kingdoms of oblivion,
my conscience reverberated with impeccable nostalgia of
early childhood.

after walking for long hours on cakes of snow,
savage blizzards hitting my cheek like an army of
pistol bullets,
infinite territories of my skin transiting to an
embarrassing crimson red,
the inner periphery of my ear frozen in the deafening
cold,
i willing settled for a cupful of boiling ginger tea.

all i wanted was a cake topped with icy peppermint,
consisting of tons of chocolate curry,
topped up with immaculate dressings of blood red
cherry,
a cake which could quench my insatiable gluttony,
awaken sweet memories of perpetual love which i had
inadvertently craved for,
put me to sleep with an aura of immortal bliss
encompassing my face,
dreaming about the palpable goodness that ever did
exist.


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

 

We welcome you with tears of unprecedented empathy in our eyes; wishing you tumultuous luck and success in your future life to unveil,

We welcome you with ardor in our rubicund tongues; blessing you with sacrosanct hymns that diffused from our mouths,

We welcome you with the blistering intensity in our blood; earnestly wanting you to rise to the most astronomical limits in your life,

We welcome you with the passion profusely embedded in our bones; insatiably desire that you keep living blissfully without the slightest of scratch to your scalp,

We welcome you with uninhibited love in our hearts; ardently wanting to wholesomely blend your beats with ours,

We welcome you with our open arms open like the colossal sky; imparting your persona with all the love that we could ever savor or salvage on the circumference of this planet,

We welcome you with profound feelings lingering deep down our soul; fighting till our last breath to wade away even the most tiniest shadow of evil from around your impeccable demeanor,

We welcome you with compassionate smiles engulfing our lips; deluging your future with bountiful spurts of laughter,

We welcome you with overwhelming exuberance in our minds; with an inexorable propensity to enlighten every moment of your life to unveil,

We welcome you with fathomless gifts sandwiched in our palms; hoisting you up and down in the air; umpteenth number of times,

We welcome you with unprecedented mysticism in our voices; blessing you by singing all the divinely prayers we had imbibed till the present time,

We welcome you with clusters of silken sheets and pillows on the floor; an insurmountable yearning in our pulse to make you feel wholesomely at home,

We welcome you with a festoon of ingratiatingly scented flowers in our fists; showering them delectably over the innocuous contours of your new born face,

We welcome you with a profusely enamoring charm in our visage; tickling you playfully in your softly molded ribs,

We welcome you with boundlessly effusive feeling in our chests; casting on your quota of good luck on your spell binding and heavenly form,

We welcome you with the spirit of magnanimous sacrifice embodied in our philanthropic bodies; supporting and propelling you to move forward with all the power we possessed in our entity,


We welcome you with a nostalgic longing in our countenance; transporting ourselves way back into innocent childhood; cuddling you indefatigably in our palms,

We welcome you with all the warmth that we had amalgamated in the tenure of our short lives; disseminating it benevolently for your's as well as the prosperous growth of; several other children of your kind,

And in return to all this we don't want even the slightest of favor from your side; our only request to you is to call us 'Mother' just once perhaps in your entire lifetime; making us more happy than God could ever have been; making us forget that we could never ever have our own blood; an entity whom we could address as our very own child…


©copyright—2003, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Can never evolve

 

The field which uncontrollably cries while ploughing;
can never evolve into majestically fructifying and
ebulliently blissful crop,

The sea which pathetically cries while undulating; can
never evolve into fantastically vibrant and
tantalizingly ecstatic adventure,

The desert which discordantly cries while being
heated; can never evolve into fathomlessly regale and
timelessly seductive majesty,

The cloud which hedonistically cries while showering
rain; can never evolve into boundlessly enthralling
and enchantingly heavenly freshness,

The waterfall which insidiously cries while cascading
on handsome rock; can never evolve into stupendously
amiable and vividly mystical reinvigoration,

The mountain which abhorrently cries while defending;
can never evolve into symbiotically unflinching and
peerlessly unassailable unity,

The nightingale which fretfully cries while singing;
can never evolve into timelessly ubiquitous and
unequivocally resplendent melody,

The artist who deplorably cries while sketching; can
never evolve into spell bindingly refreshing and
unsurpassably enamoring magnetism,

The soldier who dolorously cries while fighting for
his country; can never evolve into insuperably
marvelous and blazingly fearless patriotism,

The tree which dementedly cries while imparting
exuberant breeze; can never evolve into magnificently
euphoric and royally blossoming vivacity,

The clown who preposterously cries while engendering
the audience to laugh; can never evolve into
bedazzlingly enviable and miraculously healing
happiness,

The lightening which uxoriously cries while
uninhibitedly diffusing into an enigmatic river of
brilliant white; can never evolve into compassionately
effulgent and fierily charged electricity,

The lion who capriciously cries while crunching the
bones of his nimble prey; can never evolve into
unfathomably bewitching and inimitably unconquerable
kingliness,

The dwelling which hedonistically cries while
harboring its impeccable occupants; can never evolve
into affably propitious and beautifully synergistic
concord,

The doctor who fecklessly cries while attending to his
beleaguered patients; can never evolve into
miraculously Omnipotent and blessedly efficacious
healing,

The hand which frigidly cries while working for
quintessential livelihood; can never evolve into
eternally pacifying and emolliently deserving
perseverance,

The lips which dismally cry while unstoppably kissing;
can never evolve into bounteously ingratiating and
timelessly candle-lit sensuousness,





And the heart which sadistically cries while
perpetually bonding its beats with the person it
loved; can never evolve into immortally godly and
rhapsodically triumphant life….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Can never forget

 

I might perhaps forget even the most sensuously untamed feel of
raindrops;
if they don’t cascade from fathomless sky; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most mellifluously mystical voice of
the
nightingale; if she doesn’t diffuse sound from her throat; for far too
long,

I might perhaps forget even the most fantastically unbridled royalty of
the
lion; if he doesn’t uninhibitedly growl in the jungles; for far too
long,

I might perhaps forget even the most Omnipotently brilliant light of
the
Sun; if it doesn’t blaze from behind the ominously treacherous clouds;
for
far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most poignantly coalescing frostiness
of the
wave; if it doesn’t kiss the pristinely blissful shores; for far too
long,

I might perhaps forget even the most triumphantly unfettered redolence
of
the rose; if it doesn’t profoundly blossom from the infinitesimally
ethereal
bud; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most altruistically philanthropic of
humanity; if it doesn’t embrace the innermost dormitories of my soul;
for
far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most indomitably undaunted victory; if
it
doesn’t unfurl infront of the whites of my impeccable eyes; for far too
long,

I might perhaps forget even the most perpetually emollient paradise; if
it
doesn’t engulf a diminutive speck of the planet; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most salubriously robust fruit; if it
doesn’t perpetuate into the ghastily emaciated walls of my stomach, for
far
too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most resplendently jubilant of star; if
it
doesn’t celestially twinkle in the aristocratically crystal blue carpet
of
sky; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most unassailably unparalleled voice of
truth; if it doesn’t transcend the mortuaries of sacrilegiously
threadbare
lies; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most effulgently mitigating of
sensuousness;
if it doesn’t enshroud every conceivable pore of my drearily lambasted
skin;
for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most quintessentially burgeoning
waterfalls;
if they don’t cascade down the handsome mountains; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most victoriously unfettered destiny
lines;
if they don’t inhabit the lap of my dreadfully diminishing palms; for
far
too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most brilliantly unadulterated winds of
honesty; if they don’t wholesomely massacre every trifle of
parasitically
rancid corruption; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most Omnisciently life-yielding
breaths; if
they don’t miraculously rejuvenate fresh life into my haplessly
amorphous
veins; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most Immortally uniting of heartbeats;
if
they don’t eviscerate me from the coffins of salaciously pulverizing
betrayal; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most fabulously scintillating of
diamonds;
if they don’t glitter into charismatically impregnable glory; for far
too
long,

I might perhaps forget even the most pricelessly unconquerable
anecdotes of
innocence; if they don’t unflinchingly tower above the cold-bloodedly
rampaging devil; for far too long,

I might perhaps forget even the most saliently symbiotic rudiments of
existence; if they don’t fearlessly tower above deliriously decrepit
depression; for far too long,

But I can never ever forget your Omnipresently Godly womb O! Mother for
an
infinite more lives of mine; can never ever disown its undefeated
compassion
for an infinite more deaths even after the chapter of my survival had
veritably ended; even after I had renounced every speck of my physical
form and died
 
»Can only be realized

 

How brilliantly Omnipotent was the Sun; can truly be realized only in
the
invidiously stabbing and hopelessly asphyxiating; winds of darkness,

How redolently effulgent was the Rose; can truly be realized only in
the
abhorrently despairing and dolefully egregious; dustbins of stink,

How iridescently twinkling was the Star; can truly be realized only in
the
banefully penalizing and dreadfully directionless; mists of the night,

How poignantly scarlet was Blood; can truly be realized only in
amorphously
lackadaisical and nonchalantly livid; gutters of water,

How indomitably unshakable was the Mountain; can truly be realized only
in
frigidly crumbling and pathetically deteriorating; deserts of sandy
soil,

How ecstatically triumphant was Victory; can truly be realized only in
the
devastatingly staring and ignominiously pulverizing; mirror of defeat,

How Omnisciently powerful was Breath; can truly be realized only in the
cadaverously meaningless and remorsefully wastrel; coffins of
extinction,

How mischievously tangy was the Sea; can truly be realized only in the
despicably squelching and indiscriminately terrorizing; mortuaries of
boredom,

How unassailably pious was the newborn Infant; can truly be realized
only in
the pompously prejudiced and vindictively victimizing; corpse of the
sanctimoniously political world,

How Omnipresently virile was the Seed; can truly be realized only in
the
treacherously forlorn and ludicrously obsolete; graveyards of
infertility,

How eternally resplendent was the Wind; can truly be realized only in
the
parsimoniously strangulated and demonically manipulated; webs of sweat,

How mellifluously sweet was Honey; can truly be realized only in the
miserably sadistic and truculently excoriating; vials of poison,

How boisterously effervescent was the Bumble Bee; can truly be realized
only
in the ghoulishly sullen and sacrilegiously silent; ghosts of
nothingness,

How quintessentially life-yielding was Rain; can truly be realized only
in
the unbearably apocalyptic and abominably stabbing; jailhouses of
drought,

How beautifully enamoring was fantasy; can truly be realized only in
the
flagrantly crippling and morbidly monotonous; chains of the corporate
office,

How timelessly liberating was freedom; can truly be realized only in
the
venomously ostracizing and unsparingly hedonistic; gallows of slavery,

How eternally altruistic was humanity; can truly be realized only in
the
savagely destroying and acrimoniously bloody; maelstroms of war,

How Omnipotenly unconquerable was the Lord; can truly be realized only
in
the uncontrollably assassinating and unsparingly knifing; hell’s of the
barbarously rampaging devil,

And how Immortally insuperable was Love; can truly be realized only in
the
atrociously sinister and unforgivably emptying; howls of disastrously
bombarding betrayal….


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

 

Can there exist rain without smoke grey clouds in the
cosmos,
can there exist desert without quintals of slippery
sand,
can there exist flower shrub without variegated petals
of color,
can there exist winter without mercury dipping below
freezing,
can there exist pure ivory without elephant trampling
through forest,
can there exist a cigarette without bitter leaves of
venom tobacco,
can there exist taste without minute buds flowering on
fleshy tongue,
can there exist a boat without oars firmly riveted to
the sides,
can there exist incessant wind without circular
revolutions of the motored
fan,
can there exist gold without tinges of passionate
yellow,
can there exist white pearls without symmetrically
carved oyster shell,
can there exist cinema halls without palatial expanse
of the silver screen,
can there exist a perfect morning without melodious
chirping of the cuckoo,
can there exist salt without sea water splashing on
the chain of mighty coal
rock,
can there exist blood without pores of flesh being
punctured,
can there exist thick lava without collisions in
interior crevices of earth,
can there exist a lock without a key kissing
articulate junctions of
proximity,
can there exist finger nail coat without surplus
fillings of powdered
calcium,
can there exist mountain rivers without mass of water
tumbling down at speed,
can there exist a church without Jesus nailed to
sandalwood cross,
can there exist breath without nostrils containing
sticky mucus,
can there exist a computer without a host of
programmed microchips,
can there exist aquatic fish without an ambience of
luke warm water,
can there exist an aircraft in space without a pair of
steel wings,
can there exist life without consumption of portable
water,
can there exist man on earth without traces of love he
thoroughly deserves.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Can true love ever dream of being destroyed

 

Can callous stones lying on the ground; ever dream of flying soaring
high in
the clouds abreast with the birds?

Can inclement rain pelting from the sky; ever dream of heating the land
instead of profusely soaking it?

Can foliated trees swaying high and handsome with the blowing wind;
ever dream
of transforming into a diminutive ant?

Can the formidably constructed fortress; ever dream of crumbling down
like a
pack of cards?

Can the ground on which we traversed; ever dream of disdainfully
buckling down
under our inconspicuous weight?

Can the magnanimous aircraft hovering at unprecedented heights in the
air;
ever dream of maneuvering through the crowded city streets?
Can the dazzling sun god in the cosmos; ever dream of submerging the
atmosphere with pitch dark blackness instead of scintillating light?

Can the dog philandering unscrupulously through the streets; ever dream
of not
wagging his curved tail?

Can the vivacious chameleon bouncing between the hedges; ever dream of
not
changing its enchanting color?

Can the nectar oozing our bountifully from beehives; ever dream of
being as
salty as the wild sea?

Can the summit of the colossal mountain; ever dream of being in close
quarters
with the dilapidated road?

Can the inebriating elixir of opulent wine; ever dream of being like
crystalline mineral water?

Can the ominous scorpion merrily gallivanting through the jungles; ever
dream
of not injecting its venomous sting?

Can the greasy lubricating oil; ever dream of not impregnating the
surface
with a slippery sheen?

Can the penguins born and existing in the savage cold of Atlantic; ever
dream
of blistering heat of the uncouth desert?

Can the angular soles of feet; ever dream of eloquently singing instead
of
inexorably trespassing infinite miles of cold territory?

Can the fragrant and scarlet rose; ever dream of emanating a fetid
odor; a
pugnacious smell resembling the leaking gutters?

Can the intangible photograph suspended from the wall; ever dream of
emulating
the animated actions of a live man?

Can the mammoth elephant transgressing majestically through the forest;
ever
dream of floundering under the onslaught of sensitive breeze?

Can the violently swirling waves of the ocean; ever dream of becoming
the
condensed river?

Can the freezing cold bar of icecream; ever dream of scalding ones
mouth?

Can the hideously towering demon brutally massacring innocuous people;
ever
dream of replicating god,

And 'CAN TRUE LOVE EVER DREAM OF BEING DESTROYED'; even if there came
the
greatest force from society to dismantle it; the wisest man in space to
rebuke
it;
the mightiest power on earth to decimate it?



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