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»A Palace of dreams

 

Spongy toes project awkwardly,
from dark flesh of gentle feet,
waxy liquid in blue bottles,
leather bound books laid in dust,
quintals of paper sheets flying astray,
dingy bulbs cutting dark holes,
flashy portraits stuck to red brick,
antiquated moulds of varnished wood,
ceramic squares of lavatory tiles,
ergonomic bulge of fantasy pillows,
scented sprays, with a blend of antiseptic,
colored tablets of soap, a range of toiletry,
sliding cabinets of solid steel,
thick drapery of rich curtain spread,
shielding stringent rays of sunlight,
solitary vents for cool air,
sprawled water beds with tepid water,
reliable tetra winged ceiling fan,
with switchboard panels pummeled to concrete,
electronic gadgetry on revolving rubber,
black pointed arrows of the giant father clock,
exaggerated crumbling polished wall paint,
tall framework of slanted mirrors,
crisp shirts of pure cotton floss,
grey linen flannels hanging down,
semicircular marble arches with potted plants,
strips of black scotch tape spread wildly,
translucent glass panes of window shutters,
shaven wood scalps of voodoo witchcraft,
the large oak tree at visible heights,
shooting through solid foundations,
with shadows of ecstasy lurking stealthily,
a glittering heap of silver coins,
solid iron doors with heavy bolts,
providing loads of security,
escalating fragrance of tangible comfort,
with a pandemonium of chorused voices,
is all what i have in my room.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»A Parasite from a paradise

 

Overwhelmed by sedation; in the realms of fathomlessly
enchanting fantasy,

Floating on a blanket of clouds; with a festoon of
seductive fairies dancing incessantly around me,

Embracing the voluptuous coat of verdant grass full
throttle; rampantly rolling in the stupendous blades
till times immemorial,

Perceiving the most incredulous objects in this
Universe; surging astronomically forward than the
spirit of times,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise….



Sniffing the mesmerizing aroma of heavenly nectar;
boisterously leaping behind the swarming bees,

Blending majestically with the Sunshine; basking under
in the glory of milky beams of exotic moon,

Admiring the resplendent blanket of glittering stars;
philandering like a price on the summit of velvety
ice,

Saluting the birds soaring high in the ephemeral
evenings; profoundly lost in the cadence of the
Queenly nightingale,
Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise….




Galloping through the fields of blossoming corn;
indefatigably cuddling the innocuous sheep sleeping on
the hills,

Gyrating fervently in the music of the morning cuckoo;
splashing euphorically in an unfathomable ocean of
tangy water,

Daintily caressing the Oligarchic oyster; seductively
swishing the body under the ravishing waterfall that
enigmatically cascaded from the mountain,

Feasting on a celestial meal of rhapsodically fresh
cherries; lying in mute silence on the shimmering
carpet of sea sands,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise….




Placing the arms in the lap of insurmountably
bountiful nature; chasing squirrels as they slithered
in sheer ecstasy up the corrugated tree,

Voraciously coating the entire body with a slurry of
tantalizingly wet rain mud; gasping in dumbfounded
astonishment as the mirage loomed larger in the golden
desert soil,

Listening with rapt attention to the incredulously
animated chirping of the amicable parrot; gallivanting
beside the fire as its royal flames crackled in the
midst of marvelous midnight,

Savoring exuberantly cool coconut with rubicund pair
of lips; transiting into a rejuvenating reverie;
boundless decades before this Universe was first
created,

Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»A peep into the life of a eunuch

 

Panic grips my heart,
As germs of fear enter my blood,
Biting every ounce of enthusiasm,
Every bit of mental strength,
Baffled by the onslaught of those faces,
As I look in sheer disbelief,
At the army of mutilated faces,
In this strange world created by God,
Plunging my whole being into emptiness,
Without a trace of hope; and lord being my saviour.

O! Lord; so beautiful is this world you have made,
Turbulent rivers; high mountains,
Clear blue skies; yellow seas,
Dazzling sights; treacherous heights,
But what form of beauty is this O! Lord,
Unfolding a trauma of ugliness,
The most deplorably dreaded form of a human being,
Circulating spasms of fear in my mind,
Leaving me in second thoughts,
As to what really is mankind.




© nikhilparekh
 
»A person lives

 

A person eats; because of the insatiable hunger of his
stomach; the unrelenting pangs of famished gluttony;
playing cats and dogs with his impoverished
intestines,

A person sleeps; because of the overwhelming
dreariness circumventing his eyelids; the
insurmountable tiredness enveloping his feet and each
of his exhausted senses,

A person desires; because of his intriguingly restless
mind; wandering in umpteenth number of exotic
directions; in a single complete minute,

A person kills; because of the insane lunatic freely
philandering in some part of his countenance; his
delirious desire to avenge the uncouth massacres that
struck his beloved,

A person gallops; because of the ardent tenacity in
the muscles of his feet; his irrevocable yearning to
achieve the most exuberant targets in life,

A person sings; because of the unfathomable melody
trapped in the agonized chords of his throat; an
eternal yearning lingering in his soul; to blend with
all the ravishingly beautiful on this colossal planet,

A person laughs; because of the ebullient state of
fantasy he rhapsodically enjoys; all the good things
that stir up revolutionary miracles in his life,

A person cries; because of horrendous pain engulfing
his dwindling visage; the inexplicable trauma embedded
in each ingredient of his veins,
A person trusts; because of the innermost voice of his
conscience; incessantly urging him to blossom into
immortal bonds of friendship,

A person hates; because of ghastly circumstances which
compel him to slither miserably on cold ground; while
his fellow compatriots snored in the aisles of opulent
luxury and salacious lechery,

A person embraces; because of the fulminating agony in
his chest; the piece of restlessly inconspicuous
caricature that he was rendered; when he lived life in
realms of disgusting isolation,

A person evolves; because of the mesmerizing mysticism
of this fathomless planet; the intricately ingenious
dormitories of his brain; perpetuating to create
astounding paradise,

A person procreates; because of the inevitable
mechanisms of his fertile persona; his intransigent
urge to leave his mark upon the planet; even after he
died,

A person devastates; because of the things most
cherished to his heart deserting him in his face;
metamorphosing his every ambition of life into
infinitesimal bits of threadbare chowder,

A person angers; because of bizarre provocation to his
impeccable senses; the uncannily miserable feeling of
losing his invincible stranglehold on things which
were his tireless slave,

A person possesses; because of his incomprehensible
feeling to care; his inherently augmenting virtue to
defend his mate in every pain,

A person shares; because of the uninhibited spirit of
freedom encapsulating his demeanor; the irrevocable
longing in each of his veins to benevolently donate
till the time he celestially exists,

A person loves; because of the immortal beating of his
philanthropic heart; the inferno of unsurpassable
attraction; that made him incessantly feel in the land
of the divine,

And a person lives; only because God wants him to;
till the time God wants him to; and for countless more
births till God wants him to take birth again,
Romantically discovering and exploring; more
importantly disseminating the irrefutably sacred
essence of humanity; enlightening each cranny of earth
with the Omnipotent light of life

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»A Pitcher full of Gold

 

I started digging soil with pickaxe of the strongest
iron,
loose chunks of mud flew haphazardly,
coagulated sand broke into diffused cakes of brown
earth,
snail worms and ant ran for safe enclosures,
the ground was bruised with unrelenting strokes of
sharp blade,
interior recesses of land were wet in moisture,
sandwiched layers of soil wept at the invasion,
hot geysers of liquid erupted at great depths from the
surface,
as rain showers of sweat ran down my flesh,
after perspiring hours of grueling excavating work.

mammoth intervals of clock time passed by,
the sun peeped at dawn every fresh day,
my palms developed cracks with bleeding pores of skin,
stubby filaments of beard transformed into platelets
of wild hair,
rich cotton clothing resembled threadbare rags of a
beggar,
eyeballs were transfixed down for infinite intervals
of time,
i was severely exhausted,
reserve energies of my body were sapping down,
all of a sudden my axe struck metal,
there followed a ear splitting collision,
shards of gold flew alongwith bits of clay pottery,
my face lit up with glee,
my body was enveloped with waves of jubilation,
i knew i was going to relish luxury meals,
live in silver palaces for a while,
as the century old assemblage of buried yellow coins,
kept cascading through the small aperture made by my
plaintive pickaxe.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»A Place in heaven

 

I was a handsome youth once,
full of robust energy, always on the prowl,
kicking stone, disheveled weeds in my path,
racing in my automobile at whirlwind speed,
climbing steep corrugated rock with nonchalant ease,
swimming against turbulent currents of sea water,
dancing wildly to high bass tunes of rock music,
consuming rich liquor extracts from large cans of
beer,
screamed extravagantly at the slightest provocation,
was ready to leap down the valley, for the person I
loved.

The advancing years painstakingly crept in,
black sheath of hair transformed to grizzly white,
bone mass shrunk beneath tunnels of skin,
teeth enamel lost its sheen, left gaping holes for all
to see,
eyeballs sunk in their sockets with cloud formations
of cataract,
scalp hair receded to a paltry few with fragile
connections to skull,
walking stick now replaced swords used to decimate
rabbit skin,
shoulder assembly drooped with wrongdoings of past
decades,
a feeling of horrifying dread descended on me,
I had cellars full of gold and currency note,
towering marble palaces, fertile acres of land,
the time to quit this earth was fast approaching,
my thin skinned skeleton would blend with granules of
mud,
the chambers of wealth held meager significance,
it was a plethora of humble deeds, that would prove to
be a prerequisite,
to ensure me a place in the satiny walls of heaven.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»A poem a day; keeps the doctor away

 

For the ravishingly undulating and fathomless oceans;
a majestically gliding shark a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,

For the swelteringly impoverished and blistering
deserts; a gloriously rejuvenating rainshower a day;
keeps the doctor forever away,

For the mystically ingratiating and voluptuous
forests; a royal royally overpowering roar of the lion
a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the boundlessly Omnipotent and limitless skies; a
regally soaring cloud a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,

For the gorgeously shimmering and immaculate
seashores; a magnificently resplendent oyster a day;
keeps the doctor forever away,

For the freshly rain drenched and boisterously
bubbling stray ponds; a discordantly croaking frog a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the despicably wailing and disastrously
beleaguered beggar; a handsomely robust meal a day;
keeps the doctor forever away,

For the eternally enchanting and enchantingly sweet
hive; a rambunctiously frolicking bee a day; keeps the
doctor forever away,

For the ingratiatingly chirping and profusely
vivacious sparrow; a marvelously sparkling berry a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the frigidly trembling and brutally frozen
avalanches; a ray of unassailably celestial sunshine a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the patriotically blazing and fearlessly
unflinching battlefields; a ray of irrefutably
unconquerable triumph a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,

For the sagaciously philanthropic and devoutly
meditating saint; an entrenchment of spell binding
peace a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the manipulatively shrewd and ruthlessly dexterous
business tycoon; a succulently appetizing client a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the exuberantly sleazy and seductively raving
model; a euphorically tantalizing catwalk a day; keeps
the doctor forever away,

For the morbidly forlorn and ghoulishly derogatory
graveyard; an obsolete ghost a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,

For the impeccably glistening and rustically sprawled
pebbles; a splendidly cascading waterfall a day; keeps
the doctor forever away,

For the romantically sensuous and poignantly
flirtatious philanderer; a charismatically nubile
maiden a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the aridly scorched and preposterously singed
blades of grass; a bountifully scintillating dewdropp a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the horrendously dithering and despicably sagging
nostrils; a puff of ecstatically vibrant breath a day;
keeps the doctor forever away,

For the treacherously betrayed and ominously lambasted
heart; a beat of immortal love a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,

And for my nimbly penurious and diminutively groping
persona; an unfathomably enlightening poem a day;
keeps the doctor forever away...


©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»A Poet and his Immortal Poetry

 

The clouds in the voluptuously fathomless sky were a
poet’s eternal dream; enveloping boundless bits of
barren space with tinges of profusely unending
crimson,
While torrential tumblers of enchanting rain cascading
down till times beyond bountiful eternity; were his
immortally poignant and exuberant poetry….

The seductively titillating roses in the garden were a
poet’s everlasting dream; perpetuating colossal bits
of lackadaisical atmosphere with vividly blossoming
color,
While the stupendously Omnipotent fragrance that they
emanated; the romantic swirl in which they swished;
was his immortally unassailable and wonderful poetry….

The ravishingly undulating waves of the gigantically
handsome ocean were a poet’s cherished dream;
perennially smiling under golden rays of the
majestically Omniscient Sun,
While the resplendently tantalizing froth into which
they diffused after clashing against the regale rocks;
was his immortally profound and Godly poetry….

The rambunctiously uninhibited hives swarming with
chattering bees were a poet’s fantastic dream;
deluging even the most infinitesimal cranny of the
Universe with the poignant elixir of life,
While the beautifully ebullient cisterns of
titillating honey that relentlessly oozed from them;
was his immortally melodious and exquisitely
embellished poetry….

The panoramically animated meadows of green grass were
a poet’s prized dream; harmoniously rustling with the
unbelievably exultating breeze,
While the gregarious festoon of dew drops that they
exuded at ethereally mystical dawn; was his immortally
fabulous and Omnipotent poetry….

The optimistically divine fireball of Sun was a poet’s
priceless dream; casting a spell of astoundingly
miraculous hope; even in the most drearily beleaguered
and diminishing abode,
While the enamoring fountain of blazing rays that it
compassionately emanated; was his immortally
triumphant and patriotic poetry….

The unshakable shadows of the impeccable conscience
were a poet’s euphoric dream; metamorphosing even the
most devilishly inebriated organism into an apostle of
mesmerizing peace,
While the path of irrefutably sparkling righteousness
that it philanthropically wafted; was his immortally
ingratiating and kingly poetry….

The ecstatically flapping feathers of the spell
bindingly amiable nightingale were a poet’s
charismatic dream; flooding even the most insipidly
lugubrious of spaces around with astronomically
rejuvenating energy,
While the unfathomably glorious river of tunes that
unveiled from her shimmering beak; was his immortally
ever-pervading and holistic poetry….

The piquantly rubicund nostrils of the freshly adorned
bride were a poet’s insatiable dream; inevitably
engendering every other thing in the atmosphere to
remorsefully wither down,
While the unconquerable inferno of magnificently
bedazzling breath that unleashed from them; was his
immortally invincible and fascinating poetry….

And the passionately throbbing heart in innocently
volatile chest was a poet’s unrelenting dream;
irrevocably transcending above every other richness on
the trajectory of this limitless earth,
While the superbly rhythmic sky of beats that it
fulminated into every unfurling instant; was his
immortally ubiquitous and priceless poetry….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»A Prayer to be forever bitten

 

Bitten by the bug of sleazy pompousness; I miserably
quavered in the aisles of irascible discomfort; for
countless moments of my life,

Bitten by the bug of scurrilous malice; I onerously
perspired like a rabidly rancid dog at every step that
I pathetically alighted,

Bitten by the bug of vituperatively ostracizing
commercialism; I trembled like a cacophonically dying
frog; even under the most brilliantly majestic rays of
the Omnipotent Sun,

Bitten by the bug of slandering laziness; I
acrimoniously fretted and wasted my time in the
coffins of wastrel cadaverousness; while the entire
planet unflinchingly marched outside,

Bitten by the bug of corpulently merciless revenge; I
spent the remainder of my impoverished lifetime;
worthlessly shedding and bathing in cannibalistic
maelstroms of gory blood,

Bitten by the bug of ghoulish superstition; I
vindictively abnegated virtually every conceivably
panoramic treasure of the Almighty Lord; lugubriously
rotting in the mortuaries of bizarrely decrepit
loneliness,

Bitten by the big of horrifically baseless lies; I
painstakingly sauntered every unraveling instant of my
life; on the lanes of torturously dastardly and
decaying death,

Bitten by the bug of diabolical obsession; I
frustrated even the most intricately silken of my
veins to unprecedented suicidal limits; inhaling the
pernicious venom of inconsolable extinction; even in
the pristine prime of vibrant life,

Bitten by the bug of salacious illiteracy; I
tirelessly kept gawking at lackadaisical bits of
fathomless open sky all my life; sporadically trapping
feckless flies in the chambers of my mouth,

Bitten by the bug of hypochondriac deliriousness; I
disdainfully crumbled into a boundless bits of
gruesomely simpering nothingness; even before the most
ethereally burgeoning fantasy could infiltrate my
mind,

Bitten by the bug of wretched stubbornness; I
hideously charred even the most inconspicuous bone of
my demeanor into threadbare meaninglessness; just to
relent to some ludicrous idiosyncrasy of mine,

Bitten by the bug of derogatory politics; I
unforgivingly soaked every pore of my body in innocent
blood; to sanctimoniously rise to the epitome of
devilishly abhorrent power,

Bitten by the bug of amorphous insomnia; I restlessly
tossed and turned in hapless desperation all day and
night; frenetically searching for that unsurpassably
unceasing paradise on earth; which just wasn’t there,

Bitten by the bug of satanically pugnacious betrayal;
I wholesomely surrendered every aspect of my existence
to the heinously massacring devil; so that he could
unsparingly stone me to the most ghastliest of death,

Bitten by the bug of atrociously wanton smoking; I
slowly and slowly closed each vent of my priceless
existence; forever witnessed the beautifully
synergistic earth outside; as a corpse of non-existent
crucifying smoke,

Bitten by the bug of abject impotency; I purposelessly
loitered as a despairingly single skeleton all my
life; while the planet astoundingly proliferated into
enchantingly fructifying life outside,

Bitten by the bug of victimizing bawdiness; I
indefatigably liaisoned with countless exotically
raunchy maidens under sordid blackness; eventually
disappearing in wholesome entirety from the trajectory
of this globe; without the slightest identity or
integrity of mine,

Bitten by the bug of treacherous constipation; I
intransigently fumed in inexhaustible exasperation;
with unimaginably unfathomable buckets of morose sweat
from my body; inundating the beds of the most
disastrously empty oceans,

Bitten by the bug of parasitic debauchery; I
irrevocably kept sucking innocuous blood; before
barbarously dissolving like a piece of nonchalant shit
into the jailhouses of hell,

Bitten by the bug of ignominious war; I endlessly
exposed every open space of my ears to the sounds of
blood-curling bombarding each minute of my truncated
existence; ruthlessly destroying every shade of
artistry around with my uncouthly slaining sword,

Bitten by the bug of penniless nervousness; I
inexorably closed my eyes to even the most regally
poignant expression of my face; and the iridescent
planet outside forever became a drearily obfuscated
blur,

Bitten by the bug of destitute dumbness; I
limitlessly emanated the most thunderously emphatic of
yawns all my life; but without disseminating the
tiniest of sound,

Bitten by the bug of transiently hedonistic crime; I
malevolently snapped the chords of happiness from
other people’s lives; greedily stashing my own pockets
with impeccable blood and hard earned coin; which
eventually led me to my ominous gallows,

But bitten by the bug of immortal love; I existed as
the most pricelessly blessed organism of the Creator
Divine; experiencing the perennial bliss of heaven
right here in my exhilarating odyssey on mother earth;
and prayed to the Lord to be forever bitten; bitten
again and again and again…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»A single beat-1

 

Just a single smile of her delectably diminutive lips;
the heavenly way in which she unveiled those
wonderfully impeccable contours,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all
traumatically manipulative agony of this planet; the
tyrannically lambasting devil who coldbloodedly
corrupted the civilization; left; right and full
center….

Just a single wink of her marvelously majestic
eyelashes; the immaculately celestial empathy that
poignantly reflected from them; all sweltering day and
enchanting night,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all brutally
salacious lechery on this boundless planet; the
terrorizing web of bizarre manipulation; which
truculently asphyxiated from all sides….

Just a single wave of her immaculately waving palms;
that ingratiatingly diminutive fist of hers which she
effusively punched through euphoric air,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all morbidly
remorseful sadness on this fathomless planet; the
diabolically agonizing dungeons of disparaging
boredom; which despicably crippled one and all;
insidiously alike….

Just a single twinkle of her divinely minuscule feet;
the trail of unsurpassably bountiful innocence that
she left behind on every step that she holistically
tread,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all
pugnaciously menacing massacre on this colossal
planet; the savage avalanche of blood that
barbarically besieged every element of benign goodness
in the world outside…..

Just a single nod of her infinitesimally sacrosanct
forehead; the vivaciously triumphant festoon of
ebullience that she diffused; robustly frolicking
her pudgy neck,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all
acrimoniously penalizing treachery on this gigantic
planet; the invidious stem of ominously derogatory
lies that had embedded its nails profoundly; into the
fabric of the spell binding society…..

Just a single blush of her regally charismatic cheeks;
the tinge of profusely exuberant scarlet that
encapsulated her tiny visage from all sides,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all dolorously
decaying despair on this gargantuan planet; the winds
of insanely maniacal solitude that gruesomely
proliferated; without the slightest of sagacious
consent…..

Just a single flap of her magically miraculous ears;
the inconspicuously Omnipotent lobes of sparkling
freshness that dangled from her face,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all vindictive
staleness on this endless planet; the pathetically
slithering corpse of hideously surreptitious avarice
and greed….

Just a single breath of her ubiquitously godly nose;
the stupendously Omniscient fireball of vibrant life
that it generated; with every mercurial puff of air
that it symbiotically exhaled,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all
horrendously slandering pain on this unfathomable
planet; the riotous abuse of mankind by disdainfully
abominable powerhouses of dictatorial greed…..

And just a single beat of her Omnipresently
unassailable heart; those royally humanitarian
reverberations so pricelessly sparkling with
timelessly unflinching life,
Was enough for me to wholesomely forget all ghoulishly
perilous death on this perpetual planet; the graveyard
of extinction that inevitably snapped the fangs of
blissfully enamoring life….


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