Famous Indian Poets written award winning poems on love, friendship, war, beauty poetry.
  Records & Awards
  Contact & Network
 
  Home
  Biography & Media
  Poetry Books
  Poems
 
Thousands of Nikhil Parekh's poems on God, Peace, Love, Brotherhood, Friendship, Humanity, Environment, Anti Terror, Lovers, Life, Death - here. Click on Page Numbers below to read complete poems. Each page has 10 poems. 
 
Search Poetry :    
<< Previous   Next >>
»Veritable death mine

 

My mind was like the fulminating volcano; which kept
on passionately erupting; even after the entire earth
had blissfully slept,

My mind was like an uninhibitedly philandering
panther; which thunderously roared each unfurling
second of the day,

My mind was like a turbulently swirling ocean; which
culminated each instant into a flurry of violent
waves,

My mind was like the poignant whirlpool of sand; which
evolved at cyclonic speeds; sweeping across the
fathomless deserts inevitably every afternoon,

My mind was like the blazing inferno; which kept
augmenting to astronomical heights with each nimble
stroke of the brazen wind,

My mind was like the hideously savage vulture; whose
hunger arose the very next moment; after it had just
devoured its previous bit of robust carrion,

My mind was like the indefatigably running spider;
which didn’t rest for even a minuscule minute;
entrenched and wavering amidst the silvery strands of
its web,

My mind was like streaks of white lightening which
profusely enveloped the sky; creating insanely havoc
on the whatever space they fell,

My mind was like infinite clouds sprawled vindictively
in the cosmos; creeping up every day to try and
camouflage vivacious rays of brilliant light,
My mind was like the unstoppably perennial stream;
which leapt and swelled; irrespective of the
acrimonious battalion of barricades that confronted it
in its celestial way,

My mind was like the plane which inexorably kept
flying all its life; without stooping down a fraction;
or caressing the tarmac with its spongy sheath of
wheels,

My mind was like the mystical echo which reverberated
countless number of times; after ephemerally clashing
against the formidably boundless valley,

My mind was like the lethally bouncing striped shark;
which unrelentingly surged forward with hostile
euphoria even in the middle of the perilously gloomy
night,

My mind was like the centuries old grandfather clock;
which continued to tirelessly tick; irrespective of
the most deadliest of holocaust or rain,

My mind was like the deafening thud of the dinosaurs
foot; which kept going on and on for times immemorial;
even after the monster had become remotely obsolete
and wholesomely extinct,

My mind was like the globules golden sweat; which kept
incorrigibly trickling down the arms; even after
applying the most profound balm of stupendously
redolent scent,

My mind was like the unfathomably deep well; which
indeed did have an opening; but there simply seemed no
end,

My mind was like the tangible population; which
perpetually kept increasing as each second unveiled
into a full fledged minute
In the end it is my humble plea to you; O! Almighty
Creator; not to give people a mind like mine; for
although I had developed an intrinsic bondage with its
vagaries over a period of time; for others it could
very well prove to a veritable death mine….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Victory shall forever be

 

Every maelstrom of unendingly truculent misery was
whiplashed upon you by the hedonistic devil; as he
salaciously marauded with his fingers soaked in
innocent blood,
God was irrefutably a beam of Omnipotent
righteousness; who not only blessed you with the
insurmountable power to conquer all evil; but created
infinite more of your kind; tirelessly every unfurling
minute of the night and day,
Giving supreme liberty to the devil to do whatever he
could; in whatever form he could; but in the end he
would be pathetically decimated to inconspicuous ash;
and victory shall forever be of unassailably majestic
truth….

Every corpse of ghoulishly ungainly torture and
invidiousness was thrusted upon you by the parasitic
devil; as he indiscriminately trampled left; right and
center; with brutally lascivious hunger lingering in
his eyes,
God was irrefutably a Sun of unconquerably princely
hope; who not only blessed you with the unsurpassable
power to behead all evil; but created infinite more of
your kind; tirelessly every unfurling minute of the
night and day,
Giving uninhibited liberty to the devil to do whatever
he could; in whatever form he could; but in the end he
would be transformed into wisps of insipid
nothingness; and victory shall forever be of
invincibly glorious truth….

Every spirit of cadaverous desperation and malice was
jinxed upon you by the savage devil; as he unsparingly
plodded forward to devour all organisms alive,
God was irrefutably the sky of fathomless beauty and
ingratiating enchantment; who not only blessed you
with the unflinching power to vanquish all evil; but
created infinite more of your kind; tirelessly every
unfurling minute of the night and day,
Giving unrestricted liberty to the devil to do
whatever he could; in whatever form he could; but in
the end he would crumble into disdainful oblivion; and
victory shall forever be of altruistically patriotic
truth….

Every hell of preposterously raunchy sin and bawdiness
was thrashed upon you by the hideous devil; as he
dogmatically barked the tunes of abhorrently
despicable lies,
God was irrefutably a religion of symbiotically
Omnipresent mankind; who not only blessed you with the
peerless power to destroy all evil; but created
infinite more of your kind; tirelessly every unfurling
minute of the night and day,
Giving unparalleled liberty to the devil to do
whatever he could; in whatever form he could; but in
the end he would wholesomely reduce into graveyards of
parsimonious nothingness; and victory shall forever be
of pristinely unblemished truth…

Every whirlwind of indescribably penalizing lechery
and sodomizing torment was slapped upon you by the
devastating devil; as he insanely burnt till the last
bone of his spine in the coffins of unrelenting
hatred,
God was irrefutably an Omniscient harbinger of
everlasting peace; who not only blessed you with
inimitable fortitude to blow away all evil; but
created infinite more of your kind; tirelessly every
unfurling minute of the night and day,
Giving undaunted liberty to the devil to do whatever
he could; in whatever form he could; but in the end he
would be charred to inconsequential ash; and victory
shall forever be of gloriously immortal truth….


Every speck of acrimoniously cancerous and destructive
disease was stabbed upon you by the incarcerating
devil; as he intransigently sulked in the gallows of
coldbloodedly rotten death,
God was irrefutably the priceless cosmos of
perpetually royal fructification; who not only blessed
you with the unchallengeable prowess to massacre all
evil; but created infinite more of your kind;
tirelessly every unfurling minute of the night and
day,
Giving unstoppable liberty to the devil to do whatever
he could; in whatever form he could; but in the end he
would dissolve into the dustbins of extinction; and
victory shall forever be of blazingly impeccable
truth…

Every trace of orphaned wailing and hapless loneliness
was tainted upon you by the ignominious devil; as he
exhaled scorpions of remorseful prejudice even in deep
sleep,
God was irrefutably a timelessly vivacious rainbow of
desire and fearless hope; who not only blessed you
with the insuperable ardor to finish all evil; but
created infinite more of your kind every unfurling
minute of the night and day,
Giving uncontrollable liberty to the devil to do
whatever he could; in whatever form he could; but in
the end he would lose every element of his existence;
and victory shall forever be of immaculately bountiful
truth….

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

 

Horrendously weird was not the term to describe it;
speak about it even an inconspicuous trifle,

Satanically ghastly was not the image that befitted
it; able to perceive it in the most faintest of its
form,

Barbarically Murderous was not the expletive adept for
it; hardly able to portray an evanescent glimpse of
its worthless virtue,

Uncouthly indiscriminate was not the way it could be
explicitly explained; discussed about even in the most
ephemeral of perception prevailing and possible,

Intolerably repulsive was not the adjective that
highlighted it; miserably floundering to envelop it
even in its most obscurest of its treacherous shadows,

Diabolically stinking was not the odor that wafted
from it; proving insurmountably miserly in front of
its savage grace,

Overwhelmingly corpse like was not the depth to assign
it; proving more diminutive than a mosquito in front
of its fathomless valley inundated with bloody sins,

Repugnantly cacophonic was not the sound which
diffused from it; got completely overshadowed when you
witnessed its vindictively threatening caricature,

Utterly penurious was not the acronym fit to depict
its wealth; stumbled unrelentingly when compared with
its abysmally hollow ocean of brittle pearls,

Pathetically cowardly was not the attribute to
christen it with; as its tales of merciless barbarism
had gruesomely assassinated many a divinely smile,
Feverishly distorted was not the synonym to address
it; as it was the most hideously nefarious thing that
could ever have existed on this Universe,

Acrimoniously thorny was the shape to describe it; as
it fell deafeningly down in it own eyes; every time it
tried to hoist up from hard ground,

Brutally ill willed was not the emotion to annotate
it; as it lived the entire quota of its baseless life
in realms of deplorably diminishing hell,

Gloomily morbid was not the quality it harnessed; as
it dug its own graveyard on every lane it
transgressed,

Hopelessly frustrated was not the idea it harbored; as
it oozed more tears than the whole planet weeping at a
single time together,

Menacingly cruel was not the wave it spread; as it
salaciously charred all who came in its swirl; into
threadbare granules of black ash,

Inexorably blood thirsty was not the accolade it
deserved; as it spread rivers deluged with innocuous
blood across every territory of this boundlessly
colossal Universe,

And the most 'Abhorrently hated of all' was a phrase
still too less for it to be named with; as it was a
jargon which every dictionary on this soil would
gladly have liked to terminate,

O! yes the devil I am talking about; has made us kill
each other like animals in our very own homes; has
made us an imprisoned slave in God's most sacred
paradise; has made us breathe hostile fire from our
nostrils instead of blissful breath,
And even before I eventually tell you the word; I
fervently wish from my heart that all of you forget
it; for after all it’s the worst word of all words;
infact a small figment of your own stupid creation
called VIOLENCE…..

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

 

When i tried to masquerade in the voice of a woman,
tuned decibels of my voice to effeminately soft
frequency,
trying to whisper like a dainty maiden boisterous in
youth,
the result was abashingly bad, as all i ended up doing
,
was like a eunuch wailing his woes on the vacant
street.


when i tried to emulate the voice of humming bird,
attempting to chirp with emphatic authority,
mesmerizing arid patches of air with placid tunes,
drowning a majority of animals in spells of my
infectious sound,
all i ended up doing was sputter like a parrot
replicating its masters voice.


when i tried to duplicate the voice of a dog,
growling fiercely with spurts of tenacity and vigour,
snaring my teeth as if thoroughly infuriated,
the actual monsters on the street stared at me
ambiguous suspicion,
smelt intricate parts of my body, discarding me as an
outcast from their
community.


eventually when i discovered my own tongue to speak,
the effect of my sonorous voice was stupendously
enchanting,
it easily surpassed the effects of all voices i tried
to imitate,
thus teaching me a lesson to speak in the dialect and
sound i naturally
possessed,
the voice that was 100% mine.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Victory was forever mine

 

Even the most disastrously crippled states of my persona; had in them
an
overwhelming scent of irrefutably sparkling and mesmerizing victory,

Even the most disdainfully beleaguered and despairingly blood shot eyes
of
mine; had in them an incorrigible flavor of unconquerably fascinating
and
indefatigably everlasting victory,

Even the most horrendously grotesque contours of my lambasted face; had
in
them a fathomless rainbow of vivaciously enchanting and spell bindingly
blazing victory,

Even the most disparagingly staggering stride of mine; had in it an
unsurpassable entrenchment of patriotically unshakable and
scintillating
victory,

Even the most diminutively tyrannized of voices that emanated from my
throat; had in them a bountiful cloud of unbelievably supreme and
blistering
victory,

Even the most swelteringly unrelenting sweat that poured incessantly
from my
armpits; had in it an unfathomable garden of beautifully resplendent
and
harmonious victory,

Even the most despicably bleeding and gruesomely disintegrated nerves
of
mine; had in them an unsurpassable path of flamboyantly charismatic and
ever-pervading victory,

Even the most treacherously mutilated and severed lips of mine; had in
them
a celestial paradise of stupendously smiling and enchanting victory,

Even the most drearily wavering shadows of mine; had in them an
Omnipotent
Sun of impregnably gratifying and majestic victory,

Even the most abominably shrunken and whipped teeth of mine; had in
them a
tenacious fortress of philanthropically benign and indisputable
victory,

Even the most rustically bohemian and sordidly chapped feet of mine;
had in
them a flaming inferno of boundless glittering and timeless victory,

Even the most wretchedly torn and wholesomely threadbare pockets of
mine;
had in them an unassailable carpet of fabulously silken and priceless
victory,

Even the most preposterously shaggy and insanely thrashed hair of mine;
had
in them an jubilant castle of euphorically gorgeous and ingratiating
victory,

Even the most rickety decaying and pulverized bones of mine; had in
them a
perennial cloudburst of blissfully reinvigorating and timeless victory,

Even the most traumatically besieged brain chords of mine; had in them
a
perpetual heaven of regally symbiotic and sensuously overpowering
victory,

Even the most rambunctiously unruly and debilitating musings of mine;
had in
them a ubiquitous sky of unflinchingly uninhibited and gloriously
embellished victory,

Even the most timid voices of my severely penalized and wailing
conscience;
had in them an immutable cavern of truthfully succeeding and royal
victory,

And even the most torturously asphyxiated and acrimoniously beaten of
my
dwindling breaths; had in them an Omniscient cosmos of ebulliently
Godly and
unparalleled victory,

As wholesomely irrespective of how the murderously conventional society
tried to assassinate each iota of my body; wholesomely irrespective of
the
unprecedented anguish that every pore of my countenance had to
singularly
undergo; wholesomely irrespective of the curse of ghoulish death that
confronted me on every step that I tread for not adhering to the norms
of
salacious rigidity,

I knew I would be always triumphant; and victory would always be the
Omnipresent glint of my eyes; the ecstasy of my stride; as I followed
none
other than the voices of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and
ever
and ever…..


©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Wagon of love

 

The wagon of relentlessly enthralling enchantment;
exuberantly ran on wheels of tantalizingly mesmerizing
fantasy,

The wagon of compassionately heartfelt emotions;
amiably ran on the wheels of symbiotically holistic
togetherness,

The wagon of celestially gratifying tranquility;
affably ran on the wheels of selflessly bonding
contentment,

The wagon of Omnipotently miraculous healing; unitedly
ran on the wheels of philanthropically glorious
solidarity,

The wagon of unbelievably rhapsodic happiness;
uninhibitedly ran on the wheels of ebulliently
fantastic newness,

The wagon of blazingly unflinching patriotism;
intrepidly ran on the wheels of flamboyantly
never-dying fearlessness,

The wagon of eternally ecstatic fragrance; bountifully
ran on the wheels of unfathomably priceless
innocuousness,

The wagon of scintillatingly unparalleled success;
blissfully ran on the wheels of irrefutably honest
self-belief,

The wagon of voluptuously magnificent artistry;
marvelously ran on the wheels of insatiably
tantalizing discovery,

The wagon of everlastingly unconquerable prosperity;
beautifully ran on the wheels of vivaciously
resplendent melody,

The wagon of stupendously rejuvenating timelessness;
impeccably ran on the wheels of unequivocally majestic
faith,

The wagon of graciously charming color; vividly ran on
the wheels of enthusiastically perennial humanity,

The wagon of invincibly Omnipresent unity;
synergistically ran on the wheels of sacredly blessing
mankind,

The wagon of fathomlessly reinvigorating beauty;
immaculately ran on the wheels of unassailably regale
truth,

The wagon of innocently unadulterated sleep;
aristocratically ran on the wheels of bounteously
milky moonlight,

The wagon of ubiquitously benevolent peace;
ingratiatingly ran on the wheels of ardently mutual
sharing,

The wagon of emolliently Omniscient purity;
impregnably ran on the wheels of spotlessly magical
conscience,

The wagon of vibrantly unfurling life; perpetually ran
on the wheels of charismatically unshakable breath,

And the wagon of immortally burgeoning love; divinely
ran on the wheels of passionately thundering heart…..



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Waiter come here please

 

HE SERVED UMPTEENTH a dish at the bark of a crisp command; with twin pair of eyes focused dead straight towards the table,

Nimbly took a plethora of orders; from famished customers to satiate their gluttony,

Made frequent rounds to the kitchen; conversing loquaciously with the rotund chef,

Greeted all those who entered the hotel; with an amicably appearing congenial smile,

Instigated his fellow counterparts; to bustle back to work; reciting to them a rustic joke,

Scrupulously cleaned the dishes after they were rampantly used; picking up the most inconspicuous of loiter from the floor,

Meticulously arranged the armory of crimson rose in their respective jars; made sure that all candles rose up to a handsome flame,

Ran instantaneously to the sound of tinkling bells over the counter; glued his vision towards the screen flashing multiple items of food,

Occasionally listened to a volley of hostile expletives from his clients; for not adhering immaculately to requirements of their taste,

Was immensely pleased at witnessing the exorbitantly affluent; envisaging the fat tips they would bestow upon his impoverished persona,

Shivered incessantly in the biting cold; clad in threadbare minimum of cloth to drape his demeanor,

Voraciously sketched a battalion of faces; sitting on his bohemian stool; in his spare time,

Swayed articulately to beats of pulsating music at intermittent intervals; to reinvigorate his dreary passengers,

Hoisted innocuous toddlers high in the air; dexterously catching them single handed; to grant ailing mothers some reprieve from the tyranny of their children,

Had gladly incorporated a list of appetizing dishes; as his daily jargon; sometimes inadvertently whispering the names of cooked items in his dreams,

Magnificently controlled his temper; trying to avoid the most minuscule of altercation if possible,

Worked like a clockwork machine; inexorably all throughout the monotonous day,

Slept in a cloistered room all chilly night; profoundly detesting the next day to unveil; the nondescript rigmarole of taking orders,

Wore a flabby cap; shielding his rubicund face; a neat tie dangling unsolicitedly from his collar,

There were tears gushing from his eyes when I addressed him by his first name; for he was literally oblivious to all other sounds; except for that dreaded voice stringently calling him waiter come here please.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Wake me up; only if

 

Wake me up only if; the light of the Omnipotent Sun
glimmered; with brilliantly untamed flamboyance
outside,

Wake me up only if; uninhibited torrents of
impregnable love; pelted with indefatigable frenzy;
from fathomless sky,

Wake me up only if; all horrendously manipulative
ugliness; metamorphosed into a planet of perpetually
priceless mankind,

Wake me up only if; heinous crime wholesomely ceased
to exist on the trajectory of this planet; the
innocuous were no more subjected to tyrannical malice,

Wake me up only if; inexplicably traumatized agony;
miraculously metamorphosed into a festoon of;
charismatically jubilant smiles,

Wake me up only if; the Moonbeams showered their
pristine seduction upon the periphery of this
bedraggled earth; without the slightest iota of
adulterated prejudice,

Wake me up only if; an unfathomable festoon of
poignant roses; ubiquitously disseminated the scent of
graciously voluptuous timelessness; to every cranny of
this bountifully everlasting Universe,

Wake me up only if; rhapsodic cisterns of spell
binding wind; euphorically swiped all horrifically
disgruntled gloom; perpetuated all lugubriously
languid with the profound ebullience to lead life,

Wake me up only if; majestic rivulets of oneness oozed
harmoniously; handsomely blending with the eternal
fabric of symbiotically supreme living kind,

Wake me up only if; the soil outside ravishingly
sprouted with the fruits of magical creation; the
chapter of invincible existence; enchantingly
proliferated at every space inundated with ominous
grief,

Wake me up only if; the stars radiantly twinkled in
exuberantly princely unison; ingratiatingly placating
the souls of one and all truculently bereaved; alike,

Wake me up only if; marvelously titillating beauty
unveiled on every step that I transgressed; making me
entirely oblivious to the diabolical vagaries; of this
savagely commercial planet,

Wake me up only if; all morbidly sullen depression;
scintillatingly transformed into a perennially
bestowing entrenchment; of blissful smiles,

Wake me up only if; rainbows of magnificently regale
prosperity insatiably lingered on every contour of
this colossal planet; enshrouding every element of
disparagingly despairing existence with the rays of;
gloriously ecstatic freedom,

Wake me up only if; the irrefutably sacred spirit of
perseverance; prevailed unflinchingly; across even the
most laggard heart on this fathomless planet,

Wake me up only if; the unequivocally unassailable
mantra of truth reigned unshakably supreme; with the
corpse of hideously nonchalant lies; disappearing
forever into the mists of worthless nothingness,

Wake me up only if; waves of unconquerably patriotic
freedom compassionately encircled the earth from all
sides; with every organism profusely exercising its
right of; tirelessly benign existence,

Wake me up only if; all mercilessly satanic bloodshed
refrains to happen forever; with every orphaned child
amiably cuddling once again; in the lap of its
sacrosanct mother,

Wake me up only if; every entity listened to nothing
else; but the impeccably beautiful voice of his;
undefeatably pious conscience,

Wake me up only if; a river of enthrallingly vibrant
melody flowed outside my bedroom window; when every
dawn greeted me wonderfully with the Omniscient scent
of; ever pervading humanity,

Wake me up only if; every passionately palpitating
heart on this aristocratically fascinating Universe;
bonded with threads of immortally unending love,

Most importantly O! Almighty Lord; wake me up only if;
you had the power to wake up my beloved from the
realms of surreally ethereal heaven; so that we
embarked upon our mission to wake up all those
disastrously decaying; flooding our each night with so
much love; that we always remained awake forever and
ever and ever…


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

 

If humans on land started to abruptly walk backwards,
with their eyes focused towards empty spaces in the
front,
they would inadvertently lose their balance tumbling
like a pack of cards,
on the obdurate surface of muddy ground.

If cars powered with speed guns traversed backwards,
monumental elevations of buildings would seem fading
in oblivion,
it would be eternity before one reached the place of
work,
there would be embarrassing accidents at all quarters,
rendering the traffic in disdainful jeopardy.


If thoroughbred stallions galloped backwards,
execute insane behavior while carrying their
possessors,
their masters would whip them black and blue,
for not obeying stringent instructions even after
consuming with relish,
fresh tendrils of red radish with spicy leaves of
coriander.

If saline waves of the ocean receded backwards with
outrageous bursts of
wind,
the sand on shores would die in parched starvation,
fishes would find it painstakingly cumbersome to swim,
there would be no ships sailing on the erratic persona
of the sky blue sea.


If slender needles of the tower clock ticked
backwards,
minutes, hours, days would simply fail to proceed,
the youth would exist in resplendent
exuberance for decades to come,
all decayed and old would fail to wither, staying alive
for times immemorial,
and there wouldn’t be a fresh soul born for centuries
to be confronted.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Walking between life and death

 

When I sighted her from the absolute summit of the
densely foliated tree; initially she appeared like the
most magnificent fruit of Almighty’s creation; nimbly
swishing her arms under the gloriously fading light,
Although the ungainly distance subdued her brilliantly
royal features an inconspicuous trifle; and her
divinely contours; soon faded from my vision into an
alluring mirage; as she disappeared in entirety behind
the ethereal horizons…

When I sighted her from the resplendently milky island
of moon; initially she appeared to be a tantalizing
seductress; dancing uninhibitedly under the mystically
gorgeous shine,
Although the murky light obfuscated her perpetual
imagery an inconspicuous trifle; and her magnanimous
visage; soon faded from my vision into a seductive
shadow; as she inscrutably vanished in the wilderness
of the rampant night….

When I sighted her from the flamboyantly scintillating
mountaintop; initially she appeared to be a blazing
fireball of magnetism; inevitably attracting even the
most remotely alien in her spell binding swirl,
Although the austerely stringent glare overshadowed
her marvelous trajectory an inconspicuous trifle; and
her marvelous march towards triumph; soon faded from
my vision into a languid siesta; as the sun
transiently went behind the crimson clouds….

When I sighted her from the fabulously sandy
whirlpools; initially she appeared to be a princess
freshly descended from the heavens; aristocratically
inundating the pathetic atmosphere around with the
insatiable artistry in her voluptuous eyes,
Although the dust surpassed her piquantly poignant
body an inconspicuous trifle; and her stupendously
invincible aura; soon faded from my vision into a
rapidly fleeting image; as winds of murkiness overtook
the fiery light….

When I sighted her from the heart of the ravishing
ocean; initially she appeared to be the most
boisterous tangy soul on this Universe; gyrating in
untamed ecstasy under a cloud cover of exuberant
happiness,
Although the surreptitious froth camouflaged her
charming smiles an inconspicuous trifle; and her
celestially delectable aura; soon faded from my vision
into a frigid layer of nothingness; as the tumblers of
water crashed against the coldblooded rocks….

When I sighted her from the fathomless expanse of
rhapsodic sky; initially she appeared to float like an
overwhelmingly charismatic fairy; enchanting even the
most dreariest of dying life; with the supreme
Omnipotence in her benign stride,
Although the pertinently hovering mists obliterated
her philanthropic goodness an inconspicuous trifle;
and her formidably relentless fantasy; soon faded from
my vision into a hazy fog; as cloudbursts of rain
started to ferociously pelt down…

When I sighted her from beneath an avalanche of
scintillating ice; initially she appeared to be an
intricately alluring doll; harmoniously singing the
most melodious tunes of holistic survival,
Although the enshrouding whiteness sequestered her
wholesome beauty an inconspicuous trifle; and her
captivatingly compassionate embrace; soon faded from
my vision into a whirlwind of inscrutable
baselessness; as snow melted in sweltering afternoon
sunshine….

When I sighted her from amidst the garden of
incredulously titillating roses; initially she
appeared to disseminate the fragrance of humanity;
peace and impregnable brotherhood; to the most
fathomless quarter of this boundlessly unending
Universe,
Although the blanket of invidiously extruding thorns
shielded her ingratiating charm an inconspicuous
trifle; and her immaculately divine destiny; soon
faded from my vision into an ephemerally tingling
memory; as the winds of intransigently unrelenting
autumn tumultuously took over; with their excoriating
toll….

But eventually when I sighted her from the inner most
dormitories of my heart; initially she appeared to be
the sole queen of my impoverishedly devastated heart,
And this time she remained immortally blended as my
breath; my body; my conscience; my soul; even as I
indefatigably kept walking an infinite times between
corridors of blissful life; and diabolically ghastly
death…

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
 
<< Previous   Next >>