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»Be Conquered

 

Let not even the most ferociously blazing rays of the
Sun ever conquer you; as you skyrocketed on your
indefatigable mission to save bereaved humanity; come
what may in your impoverished way,

Let not even the most treacherously parasitic
scorpions ever conquer you; as you blazed like the
ultimate thunderbolts of righteousness; despite the
satanically derogatory stings that perpetuated every
cranny of your diminutive countenance,

Let not even the most truculently devastating of
earthquakes ever conquer you; as you culminated into a
festoon of compassionately amiable belonging;
perpetually embracing your compatriots in gorily
inexplicable pain; although the earth slipped from
beneath your feet,

Let not even the most vindictively swirling oceans
ever conquer you; as you innocuously frolicked beyond
the moonlit hills with orphaned infants in your
gregarious arms; although each wave salaciously tried
to asphyxiate the very last iota of breath from your
lungs,

But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the winds
of immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul
by the dewdrops of eternal friendship; be conquered in
mind; body and soul by symbiotically tantalizing
beauty; becoming the robustly redolent shimmer of your
eyes….

1….

Let not even the most dictatorially coldblooded chains
ever conquer you; as you uninhibitedly liberated every
trace of uxoriously fretting slavery on this boundless
Universe; with your unassailable mantra to fearlessly
survive,


Let not even the most diabolically gargantuan of
dinosaurs ever conquer you; as you irrefutably
transcended over every speck of ruthless devil on this
fathomless planet; with your voice of sacredly
Omnipotent truth,

Let not even the most remorseful corpses of stagnating
hell ever conquer you; as you ebulliently blended
every element of your blessed countenance; with the
spirit of goodness for times immemorial,

Let not even the most acrimoniously ghastly thorns
ever conquer you; as you paved your very own path of
scintillatingly altruistic patriotism; although the
entire planet lambasted you without the tiniest of
respite,

But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the mists
of immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul
by the elixir of everlastingly victorious freedom; be
conquered in mind; body and soul by the spirit of
sparkling benevolence; becoming the insuperable
tenacity of your every stride….

2….

Let not even the most venomously blatant of lies ever
conquer you; as you towered as the tallest entity on
this Universe; harmoniously disseminating the wave of
unflinchingly heavenly togetherness,

Let not even the most horrifically rampaging
maelstroms ever conquer you; as you timelessly floated
as a celestial harbinger of humanity; euphorically
surpassing the indiscriminate boundaries of caste;
creed; color; and spuriously sanctimonious tribe,

Let not even the most repugnantly ignominious of abuse
ever conquer you; as you blissfully enlightened the
lives of countless deprived and hapless; with the
mellifluously fragrant luminosity in your voice,

Let not even the most invidiously strangulating
blackness ever conquer you; as you miraculously
radiated into a candle of optimistically burgeoning
hope; at the footsteps of every dwindling dwelling,

But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the sky of
immortal love; be conquered in mind; body and soul by
the strings of divinely peace; be conquered in mind;
body and soul by the meadows of enthralling adventure;
becoming the heart of your destiny lines…

3…

Let not even the most sordidly decrepit of stench ever
conquer you; as you blossomed into a fountain of
unrelenting ecstasy; philanthropically becoming the
smile of every obsoletely beleaguered face; as the day
unfurled into sensuous night,

Let not even the most heinously cataclysmic of
nightmare ever conquer you; as you unconquerably
diffused the scent of symbiotically priceless
existence; to far and wide across this endless planet,

Let not even the most delinquently dilapidated
corruption ever conquer you; as you rhapsodically
galloped with your comrades in turbulent pain on your
selfless shoulders; although the embers of gruesomely
smoldering viciousness sadistically greeted you on
every lane you took,

Let not even the most insanely tyrannizing betrayal
ever conquer you; as you Omnisciently propagated the
mantra of triumphant solidarity; till the very last
puff of air that you exhaled,

But be conquered in mind; body and soul by the
Universe of ubiquitous love; be conquered in mind;
body and soul by the entrenchment of vibrantly
mystical life; be conquered in mind; body and soul by
the invincible armor of simplicity; becoming the
profoundly impregnable embellishment of your
passionately beautiful heart….


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

 

Be fanatic; but solely for your fabulously glorious
art; incessantly drowning in its stupendously
ingratiating glory; irrespective of what the uncouth
society said,

Be fanatic; but solely for your philanthropic deeds;
indefatigably helping all those tormented whom you
encountered in your way; with the inherently
blossoming benevolence in your palms,

Be fanatic; but solely for your friendship;
manifesting it into the most invincible force on this
Universe; an unconquerable strength which handsomely
mitigated pathetically shivering living kind,

Be fanatic; but solely for your fantasy; unrelentingly
dreaming in the aisles of uncurbed desire; instilling
fireballs of desire in every entity dithering
lackadaisically towards hopeless extinction,

Be fanatic; but solely for the magnificent beauty you
witnessed; entrenching yourself profusely in its royal
swirl; disseminating its ravishingly enthralling
essence; to each gloomy corner of this Universe,

Be fanatic; but solely for the benevolence lingering
profoundly in your soul; indefatigably endeavoring
your best to metamorphose all lechery on planet earth;
once again into a blissful paradise,

Be fanatic; but solely for the blood in your veins;
the ubiquitously scarlet color of which united you
irrefutably with every religion of this world,

Be fanatic; but solely for the magnanimous smiles on
your rubicund lips; the rhapsodically uninhibited joy;
which enlightened disastrously impoverished lives with
optimistic rays of hope,

Be fanatic; but solely for the enchantingly golden
perspiration that dribbled from your body; the scent
of supremely satisfying hardwork; proving as a messiah
for all those rotting in the land of satanically
dilapidated; shortcuts,

Be fanatic; but solely for the unfathomably melodious
sounds that uttered from your throat; bonding
horrifically devastated souls with the unprecedented
harmony in your voice,

Be fanatic; but solely for the insurmountable fruits
of nature you harnessed and cherished; while the
manipulative world outside; feasted on sleazy
peppermint and whiningly adulterated wine,

Be fanatic; but solely for the Herculean fortitude in
your countenance; the unflinching spirit with which
you surged forward towards the corridors of
prosperity; uplifting your orphaned mates to light a
perennial smile to their shattered lives,

Be fanatic; but solely for the unfinished aspirations
of your parents; at times achieving the most
unsurpassably impossible; to let their souls sleep in
eternally celestial rest,

Be fanatic; but solely for the impeccable child
philandering in your bones; relentlessly frolicking in
the lap of your sacrosanct mother; far away from the
manipulatively diabolical vagaries of this planet; and
the greedy licking a pile of worthless notes,

Be fanatic; but solely for the incomprehensible power
in your wrists; massacring all trace of horrendously
stinking evil; forever with your unshakable sword of
impregnable righteousness,

Be fanatic; but solely for the ultimate passions
engulfing each cranny of your diminutive caricature;
rising above the astronomical summits of the towering
mountains; to shake hands with the perpetually blazing
Sun,

Be fanatic; but solely for your heart; incarcerating
in it the soulmate of your dreams resisting all
malice; sharing and propagating with her all the
goodness you could have ever perceived; since the time
you were born on mother earth,

Be fanatic; but solely for your chivalrously advancing
footsteps; asking the Almighty to bless you with the
magical prowess of transforming each step you tread
on; into a paradise for the crumbling world outside,

And be fanatic; but solely for your life; ardently
desiring to lead a countless more lives in a single
lifetime; provided that you soared above the clouds as
each day unveiled into an exotic night; affording the
same to all fraternity of God’s precious living kind…

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

 

Have your ears wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to listen to even the most thunderously roaring and passionately ignited of sounds?

Have your lips wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to stretch into even the most infinitesimal of redolently enamoring and blissfully synergistic smiles?

Have your feet wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to crawl even a decrepit inch forward; on the most irrefutably solid of land trajectory?

Has your brain wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to react to even the most treacherously hedonistic of circumstance satanically unfurling right infront of your eyes; ready to pulverize you for the remainder of your life,

Have your fingers wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to feel even the most explicitly pronounced of shapes and forms; indefatigably floating and residing in the fabric of the eternal atmosphere?

Has your skin wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to experience the most ardently uncontrollable sensations of panoramic pleasure and demonically annihilating of pain?

Have your bones wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to budge even a fraction forward in self defense; in order to sequester you from the most ominously sacrilegious of massacring devils?

Have your eyes wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to sight even an evanescent inch forward; even though the next step you alighted could irretrievably lead you to the gorge of morbidly silencing death?

Have your shoulders wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to hoist even an ethereally diminishing of worthless feather; an invisibly amorphous particle sulking remorsefully in the atmosphere?

Has your blood wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to liberate into even the most obliviously slavering puddle of royally unfettered passion?

Has your stomach wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to digest even a singleton ounce of quintessential food and water; in order to symbiotically sustain the chapter of inscrutably endowing life?

Has your neck wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to turn even an ethereal fraction to the most vociferously unstoppable and truculently anguished cry on the soil of this fathomlessly bountiful Universe?

Have your teeth wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to holistically masticate even the most succulently savoring fruits of synergistically ever-pervading and vividly infallible mother-nature?

Have your palms wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to hold even the most ephemerally dying shadows of the people they timelessly adored; loved and possessed?

Have your cheeks wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to blush into even the most tiniest shades of unadulterated crimson; at the most mortifyingly realistic thunderstorms of sensitivity undauntedly caressing them?

Has your identity wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to potently procreate even a parsimoniously fragile living being; of its very own virile kind?

Have your nostrils wholesomely relinquished every of their ability; to discern between even the most inimitably nonplussing scents of vibrantly ecstatic life and ghoulishly forlorn blood?

Has your heart wholesomely relinquished every of its ability; to throb even an infidel fraction; although the ambience in which it triumphantly prevailed; was perennially charged with the unconquerable electricity of love?

If the answer to the above is “Yes”; then I’d still urge you to unceasingly surge forward by the grace of the Omniscient Almighty God; to embrace every echelon of tyrannized living kind; in your timelessly and insuperably victorious humanitarian swirl,

And if the answer to the above is a “Big No”; then be immediately and irrevocably prepared for the most diabolical of hell; as the Lord had bestowed upon you effulgent life only to “Live and Let Live”; only to bond every beat of your immortal heart with every traumatized element of living kind; only to wholeheartedly serve all estranged humanity till your very last breath; only to eternally share the infinite gifts of his Omnipotent Creation with each of his disciples; and not just to simply and worthlessly “Live”…

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved
 
»Bearded

 

I didn’t need a pair of scissors; glistening wildly in
yellow sunlight,

I didn’t need a knife; protruding gallantly from the
slender handle,

I didn’t need a hostile blade; with edges as sharp as
a savage vulture,

I didn’t need after shave cologne; emanating a scent
more stupendous than the rose,

I didn’t need a pungent slab of aluminum; having its
surface as smooth as white ice,

I didn’t need a soft sponge; with its body profusely
dipped in tingling antiseptic,

I didn’t need tablets of colored soap; evolving a bath
of bubbles after vigorous scrubbing,

I didn’t need high pressured foam; diffusing into a
stream of spicy froth the instant I compressed it,

I didn’t need long spools of cotton; triangular heaps
of bandages to drape across my wounds,

I didn’t need shimmering tweezers of pure steel; to
scrupulously pluck my hair,

I didn’t need sleazy colored dye; with its shade
resembling rotten vegetables decaying in the dark,

I didn’t need a blow dryer; ejecting out tones of hot
air at whirlwind speeds,

I didn’t need a barrel of vanity powder; to spuriously
illuminate the contours of my face,

I didn’t need a bowl of moisturizing cream; to
incessantly massage each pore of my skin,

I didn’t need sizzling face pads; to caress the breath
flowing harmoniously out of my nose,

I didn’t need a mirror; to admire my reflection for
marathon hours in the scintillating glass incorporated
within,

I didn’t even need to waste a single second more in
the morning; reaching the office well before the boss
came in,

And the strange thing was; that even if someone
donated all the above contraptions to me completely
free; I still would blatantly reject them,

By now you must be at the edge of your seats to know
the secret of my existence; well the answer to this is
more simpler than your voice; as I didn’t have even
the slightest of free space on my cheeks; or to put it
more succinctly I was BEARDED…


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

 

The flower on its own looked nonchalant; an inconspicuous entity amidst infinite stalks of lanky grass and wild roots,
Although when I put it in a jar embellished with intriguing designs; plucking it gently from its roots; people admired it profoundly; fervently longed to smell its lingering redolence.

The red pails of wine bubbling in colossal drums of wood; appeared disparaging; inundating the placid air around with a ghastly odor, Although when I poured the same into delectably chiseled glasses; the liquor sparkled magnificently under scintillating rays of the sun; and there was an insatiable urge in my body to consume the same at lightening speeds.

The dusty granules of rice incarcerated in ragamuffin bags looked appalling; a meal to obnoxious to consume,
Although when I spread it commensurately in a plate of shimmering silver; topping the same with ravishing red cherries from the forest; the food suddenly ignited dormant pangs of hunger in my famished stomach.

The opalescent fishes swimming in the ocean appeared pretty infinitesimal; when compared to the preposterously huge sharks and whales,
Although when I placed the innocuous creatures in a grandiloquent aquarium; they seemed stupendously enamouring; instantly averted the eyes the eyes of passing philanderers; to feast on the majestic movement.

The chips of gold impregnated in deep coal mines; looked grotesque; sandwiched in an ambience of hideous black walls all around,
Although when I adroitly extracted the same; molded it into a pendant of glittering yellow; the burglars outside as well as the commoners trespassing; stood nonplussed by its royal splendor.

The ruffled sprouts of cotton stashed in the cloistered godown; looked obnoxious; with incongruous threads lurking from the bundle; engendering all in vicinity to thunderously sneeze,
Although when I knitted the same into a glossy shirt; the fabric sold like hot cakes amongst the people; fetching prices one could never have envisaged.

The century old dial of wristwatch seemed outlandish; a contraption with crusts of disdainful rust,
Although when I entwined the same in an intricate chain of scintillating silver; it looked incredibly alluring; acquiring the status of being placed in the topmost shelves of the country museum.

The plain slab of ivory appeared absolutely nondescript; resembling sordid chalk powder; concealed beneath a colossal mountain of mud, Although when I washed it stringently with water; chiseled the same into a embellished statue; it was an awe-inspiring sight which unfurled; winning the hearts of the affluent as well as the poor.

The baby lying still without motion looked an island of gloom; with his lids tightly shut giving a dull look to his naked face,
Although when I flocculent silk; tickled his flabby skin making him loudly laugh; embedded his impeccable ears with a tinkling ornament; the infant looked mesmerizing; an entity to cherish in ones arms till eternity.

And life by itself appeared abysmally drab; minutes unveiling into marathon hours without the slightest trace of activity,
Although when I blended it with the color of adventure; drowned myself into the rhapsody of music; evolved my desires in the arms of my beloved; that was the time it glistened immortally; it really looked BEAUTIFUL.


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

 

For me it was a retreat where I could shout
uninhibitedly; without caring a damn about the
pretentious society,

For me it was a castle in which I could parade with or
without my bombastic fabric; wear the most shriveled
and bedraggled attire of my very own choice,

For me it was a tunnel in which I could swim and
frolic; applying tons of slippery mud and wild grass
on my supple body,

For me it was a hut in which I could dream
unrelentingly all day and night; without the slightest
barricade or disturbance from the horrendously
conventional world,

For me it was an invincible fortress which sequestered
my scalp from brilliant sunshine in the day; warded
off the tiniest of evil in the perilously shivering
night,

For me it was a delectably placid heaven; where I
could dance in unprecedented jubilation anytime,

For me it was a sky of mesmerizing fantasy; where I
could conceive the most bizarre and wildest of things;
and yet find a right to stay blissfully alive,

For me it was an ocean of fathomless enchantment;
where I could stay in complete oblivion from the
planet; and yet admire it from my colossal balcony,

For me it was a warehouse of appetizing food; a
ravishing enclosure to appease my gluttony several
times in a single day; and that too masticating the
meal of my choice,
For me it was a golden mattress embodied with
flocculent buds of raw cotton; where I could walk in
my most natural state; without adhering to the
stringent norms of gaudy fashion and pompous clothing,

For me it was a voluptuously blossoming garden; where
I could leisurely stroll at any stage of the
acrimonious day; inundate its interiors with the most
wacky perfume of my choice,

For me it was a rainbow of vivacious colors; where I
could entertain myself to the fullest; nostalgically
reminisce in the glory of my innocuous childhood;
without a soul to interrupt me,

For me it was an asylum where I could behave like an
insane lunatic; let the diabolical part of me
fulminate to its most overwhelming capacity,

For me it was a laboratory to carry on my ingenious
experiments; keep evolving millions of lines of poetry
without actually getting in the way of the
intransigently unsparing critics,

For me it was an inevitably precious jewel; which
incredulously augmented my existing charm; making me
the darling of my sacrosanct wife,

For me it was a sprawling playground scattered with
umpteenth number of alluring toys; a place where I
could talk to my children with the supreme freedom of
a crown prince,

For me it was a divinely temple; wherein I vehemently
revered and kept the idol of my God; prayed to it
incessantly every morning; before I eventually
departed for interacting with the disdainful world,

For me it was a fountain of boisterous activity; with
each day bringing in loads of unsurpassable excitement
and astonishing fun,

To be succinctly precise; let me instead curtail the
lengthy discussion; and sign off ecstatically by just
saying; that it was indeed my daintily adorable and
'BEAUTIFUL DWELLING'….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Beauty in pure candlelight

 

A HARD BLACK thread projected few inches,
from the slender body of green complexioned wax,
standing tall and handsome in hollow cavities of
curved metal,
firmly riveted to base in a pool of solidified liquid,
swaying mildly in the stormy wind,
blowing with full tenacity from the partially opened
window crack,
oozing molten tears every passing second,
as amber flames licked its soft periphery,
diminishing in stature as time zipped in the wall
clock,
beautifying the murky dull persona of the winter
night,
providing paltry amounts of warm waves,
reinforcing frozen pores of skin with temperate heat,
the black wick thread now burnt in full light,
flooding the pitch dark room with galleries of pure
candlelight.


I loved her as much as I feared to die,
she was all that life could ever offer me,
her laugh was as fresh as the new petals blossoming at
dawn,
her body sparkled as the dewdrops born from the
sweating grass,
Alas! she was no more inhabiting this room,
a tragic accident had snatched her far away from
realms of this earth,
her enchanting whispers still flooded my eardrum,
I could envisage her fascinating smile all day,
her petite footsteps echoed in my dreams,
she now existed purely in my memories,
and looked more blissful than ever in the glowing
flames of my light green
candle stick.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Beauty needs to be appreciated

 

THE SUN IN the cosmos itself doesn’t know the omnipotence in its shine; the blazing yellow circumventing its persona,
Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it imparts to fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


The crimson colored rose itself doesn’t know the mesmerizing odor it emanates; the voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,
Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight it portrays when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn’t know its shine; the radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,
Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it provides in the chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


The boundless ocean itself doesn’t know about its infinite size; the unfathomable depth it incorporates in its belly,
Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth striking the shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


The opalescent butterfly itself doesn’t know about its multicolored wings; the swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,
Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air; the delectable draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


The vivacious reptile itself doesn’t know about its hiss; the mystically slithering body it possesses,
Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the remarkably transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn’t know about its stone shell; the incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,
Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and sumptuous pulp incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


The slime-coated oyster itself doesn’t know about its wealth; the loose ferns agglutinated to its visage,
Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the rejuvenating salty water which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


The newly born infant itself doesn’t know about its innocuous heart; the tiny legs that caress its mother,
Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the frivolous smiles it does when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.


Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the surface of this earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,
All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don’t admire it,
Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be ignominiously condemned; beauty needs to be appreciated.


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

 

Because it was torrentially raining from fathomless
carpets of crimson sky; I was flamboyantly ecstatic;
surging forward many a continent; with unprecedented
euphoria in my veins,

Because the Sun was brilliantly shimmering; I was full
and profound with dazzling enlightenment; to
optimistically lead each instant of vivaciously
blissful life,

Because the nightingale was melodiously singing; I
felt besieged with whirlwinds of tantalizing
enchantment; profusely reinvigorating every iota of my
beleaguered countenance; with the celestial cadence in
the atmosphere,

Because the ocean was ravishingly undulating; I felt
philandering on the most exhilarating expedition of my
life; handsomely kissing all benign goodness
uninhibitedly wandering around; with the fervor of an
ebulliently untamed prince,

Because the sheep were innocuously chewing grass on
the velvety meadows; I felt as if immaculately
bouncing through the turnstiles of supreme innocence;
harmoniously assimilating all philanthropic
graciousness prevalent on this bountiful planet,

Because the kite was soaring majestically through the
silken clouds; I felt unequivocally bereft of even the
most infinitesimal of tensions in murderously
manipulative life; euphorically galloping forward to
embrace the winds of astounding mysticism,

Because perennial rivers of holistic honey dribbled
delectably from the hive; I felt like an unassailably
priceless prince; romantically enshrouding every
cranny of my devastated persona; with fireballs of
compassionate yearning,

Because the wind swept the panoramic landscape in
tumultuous torrents; I felt unfathomably rhapsodic;
boisterously leaping like a new born child;
nostalgically reminiscing the most gloriously
scintillating moments of my impoverished life,

Because streaks of poignant lightening vividly
bludgeoned the misty sky; I felt unsurpassable waves
of dynamic patriotism prolifically enshroud my
demeanor from all sides; propelling me to relinquish
every breath of mine; for the sake of my sacrosanct
motherland,

Because the squirrels were fervently bustling through
the gregarious kaleidoscope of vibrantly rustling
trees; I felt as if existence was endless; chalking my
very own path to survive; on every step that I tread,

Because the lions were thunderously roaring; I felt
valiantly encapsulated by a wind of unflinching
charisma; indefatigably blazing my way forward; on the
path of eternal righteousness,

Because the dewdrops were romantically glimmering in
the ethereal morning light; I felt like an
illuminating beam of fortitude; magnanimously
infiltrating into every dwelling entrenched with
horrendously inexplicable despair,

Because unconquerably voluptuous scent wafted from the
garden of stupendously blossoming roses; I felt as if
even the most inconspicuous of misery had wholesomely
vanquished from my life; freshly embarking on a trail
of gorgeously spell binding newness,

Because the Moon flirted resplendently in the
firmament of aristocratic sky; I felt profusely
drowned in an enigmatic reservoir of milky fantasy;
enthralling every pore of my dead flesh; with the
incomprehensible titillation of the starry night,

Because the lids mischievously winked with the
beautifully setting Sun; I felt overwhelmingly seduced
by nubile maidens whistling in rapturous delight;
bequeathing a countless more lives of mine; at their
mysteriously pristine feet,

Because my newly born child wailed in immaculately
godly unison; I felt as if the most grandiloquently
richest organism alive; marvelously condoning even the
most vociferously pertinent of my enemies; yet alive,

Because the shadows inscrutably lengthened with the
rampantly fading light; I felt indefatigably stumbling
upon a path of innovatively ingenious intrigue;
fabulously whispering the innermost desires of my
soul; to the radiantly silent leaves,

Because my mother incessantly kept me close to her
divinely bosom; I felt the most invincibly blessed man
on this gigantic planet; taking birth for times
immemorial; only in the impregnable walls of her
heavenly womb,

And because the thunderbolts of immortal love
perpetually perpetuated into the corridors of my
passionately palpitating heart; I felt as if
synergistically breathing till beyond the realms of
wonderful eternity; felt as if death could not even
make the slightest dent on me; and forever alive….


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»Beds

 

When I tried sleeping on a king sized bed of pure
gold,
engulfed my persona in quilts embossed with biscuits
of exquisite silver,
I took extreme caution while tossing and turning,
my body vehemently refrained to sleep all night,
so as to preserve crisp creases in the rich bricks of
dazzling yellow.


When I attempted sleeping on luxury beds embodied in
ornate satin,
a mattress of wild musk grass firmly riveted to its
face,
with ravishing cologne sprinkled bountifully all over,
and slippery floss tickling numerous zones of my
silhouette,
the royal environment of sponge evaporated
indispensable traces of sleep.


When I ventured sleeping on colossal beds of pearl
soap tablets,
with minute scriptures articulately scribbled all
over,
and the fragrance of sea oyster emanating wildly from
all quarters,
my body felt fidgety, satisfying itself with
abstemious amounts of
sleep.


When I dared sleeping on plush beds of dotted panther
skin,
the softness in flesh texture sinking me down,
ghastly premonitions of the live beast flooded my
mind,
I awakened with panic stricken jolts in middle of the
night.


I then made resolute resolves to sleep on bed carpets
of solitary road,
with the creamy moon impregnating me with beams of
tranquil calm,
mundane noises of vehicular traffic sporadically
flooding my ear,
the tepid breeze my passionate companion,
and the pitch dark blackness my quilt for the night,
I instantaneously fell asleep with dreariness of the
previous nights now
converted to loud snores.

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