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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. |
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| »Poem on Blood Donation-Donating Blood- Means loving it all the more. |
I presumed you loved it- as it was your spirit to successfully
accomplish your every philanthropic mission- with the blessings of the
Omnipotent Lord Almighty,
I presumed you loved it- as it most ecstatically charged up you up- as
you leapt forward to uninhibitedly blossom in the garden of vibrantly
bestowed life,
I presumed you loved it- as it was your humane lifeline to mélange so
serenely with your surroundings- become a quintessential constituent
in the atmosphere of symbiotic camaraderie,
I presumed you loved it- since it was your amiable stamp amongst all
mortals- as you traversed shoulder to shoulder with every of your
fellow human; blessed with the fundamental principles of existence,
I presumed you loved it- since it taught you the value of priceless
life- inspired you to live life to its very fullest and endeavor your
earnest best to afford the same to your fellow beings in duress,
I presumed you loved it- as it evoked the artist in you to burgeon in
realms of unfettered sensuousness- as you assimilated your creative
potential from slim space- before sharing it with the outside world,
I presumed you loved it- as it added that extra ounce of zeal in your
step- as you embarked upon every adventure that you were passionate
about- in a life unpredictably mystical but blessed,
I presumed you loved it- since it transcended you above all barriers
of caste; creed; religion and color to bond with the religion of
oneness and humanity,
I presumed you loved it- as it magnetically drew you closer to your
soulmates in life- reminding you that chapters of life bore royal
fruition when confronted with true love,
I presumed you loved it- as it revitalized your complexion and
countenance to appear as that of a handsome human- prone to all that
was further destined- but resiliently following the path of truth,
I presumed you loved it- as though silent- it triggered an inferno of
universal desire in your nimble silhouette- as you evolved your virile
kin and family further on this infallibly flawless Universe,
I presumed you loved it- as it helped you coin a new definition of
compassionate companionship- one that accepted one and all for what
they were and as they had come into God’s planet divine,
I presumed you loved it- as its healing balm empowered you to start
afresh after every of your humanely trip and fall- let the blazingly
Omnipotent rays of the Sun God energize you towards your righteously
benevolent mission in life,
I presumed you loved it- as it fortified your bond of togetherness not
only with your biological kin- but with your environment and with
every living being in harmonious friendship,
I presumed you loved it- as it gave you the strength to never betray
your own conscience- and irrespective of wherever you were and
whatever you did- you were answerable to Omnipresent God,
I presumed you loved it- as it led you through astounding myriad
colors of a poignant survival- which all eventually amalgamated and
united into a rainbow of altruistic caring,
I presumed you loved it- as it gradually and very moderately
transformed you into a blissful adult from a diminutive infant- in
perfect accordance with the winds of creation- bestowed upon by the
Omniscient Creator,
I presumed you loved it- as you honestly paved your path through the
multifarious replenishing fields and shades of existence- being just
nothing infront of the unassailable Lord,
And I am definitely sure that you would love your blood all the
more---if you donated it to all those in dire need of it— thereby
giving true meaning to the essence of humanitarian unity and humane
oneness,
For the chapters of “Life” and “Death” are in God’s hands---but
donating blood is just one great humanitarian way in which you could
help your blessed fellow living being….
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| »I have fallen in love with you Ice-Cream |
I’ve fallen in love with you Ice-Cream
I loved the astounding ounces of reinvigoration that you perpetuated
wherever you went; even as the globe grew stale in disdainful robotic
work,
I loved the way you tantalized every mortal around you- as every
globule from your body sensuously dissipated into barren patches of
mud,
I loved the way you were served in the most glitteringly embellished
platter- so that every meal finished with an uninhibitedly contented
smile,
I loved the way you caressed me with your unflinching softness- making
me feel like I was galloping through fields of spell-bindingly
electrifying Sunshine,
I loved the way you euphorically charmed humans of every religion;
caste; creed; tribe and color- with the effervescence that wafted
from your diminutive form,
I loved the way you announced your delectably curvaceous and colorful
presence- as hordes of people left what was thwarting them- and rushed
to devour mouthfuls of your ecstatic grace,
I loved the way you evoked so much reaction without uttering a word-
as almost everyone had something to appreciate about you- be it your
color, form, odor, freshness, poignancy or unparalleled taste,
I loved the way you brought about that quintessential zeal in all
those lives; miserably lamenting without reason or rhyme- pepped up
the ambience with sparks of revitalizing newness,
I loved the way you quelled volcanic body heat like a magicians wand-
even as man-made discrepancies permeated the atmosphere around with
poisonous smoke and fumes,
I loved the way you ignited those whirlpools of uncanny excitement
around you- becoming a chilled centerpiece of exhilaration on that
extremely warm summer afternoon,
I loved the way you innocently nestled in the palm- so soft; so
tender; so immaculately princely- drawing hordes of cheers as one
sighted even an inconspicuous trifle of you,
I loved the compassionately triumphant warmth that you generated in
everyone who consumed you- being frozen yourself; without any respite
and to the core,
I loved the way you united haplessly estranged lovers into bonds of
endearing friendship- as they resolved all disputes; buried past
differences—whilst clasping you with one hand each,
I loved the way you disseminated the message of universal brotherhood-
with people from all parts of the globe; unhesitatingly ready to
mingle in groups to have a slice of your dazzling ice,
I loved the way you were used to celebrate occasions solemnizing love
– when marriage was proposed with a ring in one hand and the other
offering your silken grace of impeccable unity,
I loved the way you held your own inimitable identity- even when
blended with myriad concoctions; cakes; eateries; syrups and what
not’s- with mortals distinguishing you instantly from the assortment;
as you astoundingly chilled,
I loved the way you effortlessly glided your way to your destination-
when sadly and rarely there weren’t any takers- melting into absolute
submission under golden rays of the mid-day Sun,
I loved the way you retained your rudimentary essence for all humans
to savor- remaining the most kingly eating constituent of their meals-
even as the space-cyber age hurled one ingenious innovation over
another,
O! Yes, I’ve definitely fallen in love with you- my scrumptiously
enchanting and unabashed “Ice-Cream”
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| »Ignite the lamp of humanity |
Ignite the lamp of humanity
For every wish of goodness that diffused from your soul- praying to
God to bless everyone with happiness, bliss, peace and immortal love-
even as your friends and foes virulently abused you,
For every bountifully fresh sapling that you planted into barren soil;
and all those others that you dreamt of sowing in fathomless fecund
landscapes of mud,
For every handshake of yours with complete strangers; whom you
embraced in your times of happiness and crippling duress alike- for
being a part of the same Universe that you lived in,
For every song of oneness that emanated from the innermost realms of
your heart- disseminating the message of a benign existence- even as
living beings all around deliberately turned into sadistic parasites,
For every droplet of your blood that you donated for your fellow
beings in distress- without worrying about your own bones which had
started to bizarrely display more than your skin,
For every helping hand that you lent to those without sight to cross
the cacophonic buzzing street- leaving them to their destination in
spirit of undefeated humane brotherhood,
For every morsel of your food that you shared with all those starving-
and then miraculously felt your very own stomach to be replenished
without a grain- but solely with the wand of selflessness,
For every wounded animal on the street that you tried to resuscitate
with your love; when everyone walking beside presumed it to have
attained its veritable grave,
For every negatively nagged comment upon you that you transformed into
an optimistic opportunity- accommodating one and in your diminutive
dwelling- which was palatial with your love,
For every trail of yours that unflinchingly fought the most wretchedly
asphyxiating of odds- just to ensure that the truthful voice of every
God-gifted existence prevailed,
For every morbidly stagnating piece of canvas that you splashed with
myriad colors and hues of a burgeoning existence- as the planet around
you unraveled in its most inscrutably magical shapes and forms,
For every unnecessary complexity of a frazzled existence- that you
solved with such child-like ease- with the universal quintessential
elements of symbiotic existence,
For every inconsolably wailing infant that you hugged close to your
heart- lending it your name; surname and astronomical care- after its
biological parents hadn’t the courage to accept it for being a girl,
For every bit of happiness that you spontaneously triggered amidst a
pall of robotically commercial gloom- by being just as how the Creator
had sent you upon the planet divine and unpretentiously natural,
For every ounce of manipulative currency that you burnt- not letting
anything besmirch your path of friendship and eternal love- as Love
was the most priceless gift from the Lord Divine,
For every bit of infallible determination that you so blissfully
transmitted- inspiring every bit of human impairment to become a
blessing to survive,
For every poetic verse that you evolved out of sheer and vapid
nothingness- to perpetuate drearily beleaguered bits of survival with
the scepter of magical newness,
For every bit of informality that you perpetuated wherever you went-
that relieved people of their unduly worries as in you they found a
friend for life – who would never ever betray them the slightest,
May the entire mortal world join you in your every philanthropic
conquest; then and together become a unified voice of love; a unified
spirit of existence which knew no religion; caste; color; creed or
tribe- but which only arose in uninhibited camaraderie to ignite the
lamp of humanity...
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| »Love Poem- Valentine Poem- Will you be my Valentine? |
Will you be the luckiest charm of my existence; a wish of supreme fulfillment that only led to humanitarian goodness; philanthropy and selflessness- as I nimbly tread by the grace of the Creator Divine?
Will you be the vivaciously dancing butterfly of love in my garden; illuminating every dreary nerve of mine- with the charm of your poignantly exuberant flight?
Will you be the scent of immortal companionship that drifted close to my nostrils; so that I forever floated in a paradise of goodness; unfettered and bonded in a mist of friendship sublime?
Will you be the rainbow of unflinching camaraderie that I sighted in tufts of blue; that ignited my spirit of symbiotic survival on divine earth; to the very fullest?
Will you be the droplet of tantalizing rain that cascaded down my roof; triggering a perennial yearning in my heart to be kissed in a domain; beyond the definitions of clockwork time?
Will you be the uninhibited stream that sparkled down the virgin slopes; embracing every element of my impoverished existence; with a wand of bountiful endowment?
Will you be those invisible tendrils of excitement that caressed my spine; awakening me from a stupor of inane practicality; towards the effulgently whistling winds of existence?
Will you be the fairy that casts a gorge of happiness wherever you went; a perpetual mist of bliss that I embraced; as I continued my truncated odyssey on soil?
Will you be that line of destiny on my palms that solely leads to truth; a flame that keeps the true passion of my life ignited with unparalleled caring?
Will you be the song that I cherished to sing the most in this Universe; a melody whose tunes drifted from the innermost arenas of my innocuous soul?
Will you be that undaunted living form by my side; in my times of ebullience and inexplicable misfortune alike; even as abuses were intransigently hurled from the planet outside?
Will you be the tinkling laughter that engulfed my ears with new-found hope; everytime I felt the ship of my scraggily penurious existence sink to the rock bottom of hopelessness?
Will you be the nightingale that unabashedly perched upon my shoulder; drowning me into ecstatic spasms of all the sweetness- that ever formed my imperfectly humane atmosphere?
Will you be every Lilly that blossomed on the path not dared taken; but the very path I chose to celebrate every moment of my synergistically intrepid existence?
Will you be the everlasting source of my child-like bewilderment; as the magic of your spontaneity continued to enthuse the informally bohemian footsteps of my life?
Will you be the ultimate seductress that drifted me away from the worst of crisis; far away from the world of greed; manipulation and satanic barbarism—like a prince near your amiably compassionate bosom?
Will you be the reason that I found new-found optimism to survive; not only reaching the zenith myself—but reaching out the balm of unhindered love and humanity to every single of my fellow beings?
Will you be the voice that I could easily differentiate from amongst every other on the planet; as it was my own heart’s cry to forever unite with my soul-mate in this life and every life hence-forth- destined?
I guess its time to propose to you now—and that’s exactly what I am doing from deep within my heart O! Beloved– WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE
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| »My faith in God –When I felt I was dying… |
With every majestic sunset making way for the Immaculate moon; that
astoundingly depicted the multifarious shades of this Universe—which
was a gift from the Omnipotent Creator,
With every draught of exuberant wind; that evolved into a whole new
mist of rhapsodic excitement; out of sheer and insipid nothingness,
With every dainty petal of the poignant rose; that permeated a scent
of oneness in the otherwise monotonously subjugated atmosphere,
With every vivacious stroke of the mesmerizing rainbow; that charmed
the entire Universe; fraught with its own inexplicably unsolicited
misery,
With every infinitesimal speck of the atmosphere; that invincibly
clung to the bodies of us living beings; befriending an entire
Universe of solidarity-from its own realms of isolation and despair,
With every step that marched forward to maintain the royal equilibrium
of life; ensure that life went on despite anything and everything; but
only by the grace of God,
With every flight of unbridled fantasy; that made even the most
inconspicuously ordinary of living being; catapult beyond the
definitions of desire,
With every squeak that escaped the throat; triumphantly piercing the
bizarre sullenness and silence of the atmosphere with a desire to be
embraced by one and all,
With every sensuously tantalizing night; that unfurled into the
morning of a bountifully optimistic and brilliant dawn,
With every solemn pledge of goodwill in the graveyard; that bedazzled
the ghastly silence of remorseful death; with a new found longing to
disseminate love and life,
With every rumble of inscrutable thunder in the sky; that brought
alongwith it the optimistic promise of rain; an infallible reason to
cheer in the aisles of ecstasy,
With every inimitably righteous footprint left on soil; that carved an
entire pathway of unflinching goodness; love and peace; as the
quintessential elements to lead life with,
With every idea that uninhibitedly germinated from the brain;
blossoming into boundless sparks of freshness; to unite the entire
planet into the religion of love,
With every affable outgrowth that joyously leapt out of soil;
instantaneously engulfed with the blessed rays of the Sun; after an
equally compassionate cuddling by mother soil,
With every handshake executed between people of all race; religion and
color; paving way for the most immortal and unassailable religion of
humanity,
With every lump of frigidly asphyxiating snow; that perseveringly
labored its way to becoming the most adorable stream of love; as its
eventual outcome,
With every step traversing on the road not taken; permeating robotic
chunks of the atmosphere with tantalizing splashes of adventure,
With every anecdote of failure that strengthened one's resolve to
succeed all the more; metamorphosing every bit of morbid ash into an
opportunity to holistically survive,
My faith in God grew; as irrespective of whatever has happened or
would happen from now on; I know it would be for the good—
As God is my faith; God is my life-- God gives me the power to
symbiotically survive with one and all till the time he commanded----
And whenever he decides to take me away from this earth of his; I
sincerely pray from my heart and soul to him; to be able to utter his
name in poetry and song; when I felt I was dying….
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| » Praying for forgiveness- To God and his holy messengers… |
Praying for forgiveness- To God and his holy messengers…
My love for you; was my sole religion; transcending over every other
discrepancy of caste; creed; color; tribe and humbly endeavoring to
unite the entire planet with the best religion of them all; The
Religion of Humanity,
My obeisance towards you; was my sole enrichment to live; imbibe the
true fragrance of existence in perfect symbiosis with every speck of
your fathomlessly wonderful environment,
My salutations towards you; were my sole honor to survive amidst a
pack of wolves; be unwavering in my stride and mission of goodness;
even as the cannibals of greed converged upon me from all ends,
My prayers imploring you; were my sole directions in this truncated
lifetime; doing my destined job to my very best by your grace; and
then leaving everything else upon your Omnipotent stride to decide,
My speaking your name; was my sole blessedly enlightened moment of
life; making me oblivious to every diabolical dagger thrust towards
me; and rising with infallible truth- with the first rays of sunrise,
My remembering your divine light; was my sole lantern of happiness
amidst the bemoaning blackness that tightened its vice like grip;
empowering me to tower above every color; and yet emerge victorious
with the color of love,
My faith in you; was my sole pillar of strength; metamorphosing every
diminutively trembling bone of mine to march on the path of
righteousness; carving a history of love out of sheer and vapid
nothingness,
My perception of you; was the sole end of my imagination; as you owned
the entire Universe and beyond; and everything good in this life
commenced and blissfully ended with the boundaries you gave me to
live,
My embracing your living Mosque, Temple, Church, Monastery; was my
sole moment of fulfillment that absolved me of even the most
inadvertently committed of my sins; and evolved a brand new path of
vibrant life,
My asking your mercy; was the sole boon of my beleaguered twilight; as
I could now exuberantly mélange shoulder to shoulder with the world
outside; and only bow my head at your Omniscient feet,
My visualizing your sky; earth and the atmosphere that lay in between;
was the sole poetry that radiated from my countenance; as my humane
ability to cognize started and ended with whatever you limited me to
see,
My following your Omnipresent light; was the sole path that I tread on
in this devout survival; letting every uninhibited ounce of positive
energy in my heart; to escape into sacrosanct wisps of the atmosphere,
My intensity to become one with your light; was the sole essence of
everything humanitarian that I executed as the days unveiled;
earnestly attempting my very best to unite all living kind; into an
earth of love,
My belief in whatever you had destined was for the good; was the sole
principle on which I placed the roots of my life; which again was the
most wondrously mesmerizing gift to traverse upon earth; from your
heavens,
My poems for you; were the sole reason that I always felt as if in
compassionate paradise amongst the most usurping of humans; but your
Omnipotent aura of love ruling my conscience over one and all,
My yearning to be in perpetual bewilderment of your majestic Universe;
was my sole expression to flourish on planet divine; entwining my
palms in unflinching unity with my fellow mates in duress,
My worshipping you from the innermost realms of my heart; was the sole
ritual of holiness that I performed till I quit breath; loving you and
your invincibly unparalleled ways in the best manner that you taught
me to,
Therefore O! Lord Almighty and your holy messengers; I hereby pray to
you to forgive me for even the most inadvertently committed of my
misdeed;
And if you cannot pardon me; then give me death this very instant in
whatever form you may choose to; But please don't be angry with me;
Please don't stop loving me---for without your love; I'd be as good
as ghastily dead; and yet with breath….
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| »Writing Poetry |
Writing poetry is like the newborn draughts of ecstatic wind; kissing
the innocuous cluster of green leaves; with the most uninhibited ardor
and camaraderie of all times,
Writing poetry is like the soul wholesomely cleansing itself of even
the most inadvertently committed of its sins; as it blended with the
beats of magical verse; which transcended over every religion; caste;
creed; color and tribe,
Writing poetry is like a bird exuberantly flapping its wings; having
just being released from years of insidious captivity; and now ready
to commence upon its most royal flight,
Writing poetry is like the queenly droplet of glistening sweat; which
tantalized the skin to the nth degree of sensuousness; as it
enchantingly traversed towards the most hidden corner of the big toe;
and then embraced death,
Writing poetry is like a kingly magnet attracting the most inanimate
objects; and then befriending them forever in a swirl of invincible
togetherness; under the broadest daylight and sinister blackness of
the morbid night,
Writing poetry is like a vivacious rainbow enlightening even the most
drearily lambasted portions of adulterated living kind; with new found
rays of courage; compassion and everlasting hope,
Writing poetry is like pristine white lightening enrapturing the
entire Universe; reducing every trace of sin to infinitesimal ash; and
rekindling every soul towards the path of freshly untainted optimism,
Writing poetry is like an untamed whirlpool reaching its enthralling
crescendo; and devouring everything and anything that came in its
vicinity; into the flames of its unabashed desire,
Writing poetry is like the ebullient scent of virgin mud after showers
of unfettered rain; which evoked life of all shapes; sizes and color
on the Universe; to sing and dance in the timeless rhythm of a united
existence,
Writing poetry is like a cathartic revolution for something to happen
from the wisps of absolute nothingness; so that every ingredient of
the besmirched human atmosphere; started to reverberate with the
pulsations of companionship,
Writing poetry is like the wail of freshly born life; when the cradle
of undefeated innocence bonded one and all alike; in a never before
celebration of infallible newness,
Writing poetry is like the crackling voice of thunder heard at a
distance; tingling the corridors of the mind with mystery
unprecedented; as cloudbursts of rain fervently advance in their
odyssey towards simmering ground,
Writing poetry is like freshly formed globules of golden dew being
dispersed into a boundless more bits of their kind; with every
footstep that voluptuously caresses the blades of sensitive grass,
Writing poetry is like dazzling rays of dawn splitting into zillion
rays of blessed light; illuminating every conceivable cranny of earth;
with the joyously rejoicing power to survive; till destined,
Writing poetry is like a promise made and irrefutably adhered to till
the end of life; upon the foundations of solidarity; truth; friendship
and most importantly the religion of humanity,
Writing poetry is like a nightingale humming the sweetest songs of its
life; every day a different tune; but with an unhindered intensity
which kept proliferating leaps and bounds; till the time it existed,
Writing poetry is like an undefeated zealous wave; which rose yet
again; victoriously undulating and high towards blue sky; even after
being reduced to nothingness- clashing against the merciless grey
rocks,
Writing poetry is like uninhibitedly dancing upon every chance that
life offered; expending every ounce of trapped frustration in the
nerve wrecked body; to blend in impregnable oneness with the
fathomless atmosphere,
Writing poetry is like falling deeper and deeper into the valley of
Immortal love; a love which made you feel alive without a grain of
food in your body; as it became your sole reason; elixir; direction
and adventure to survive….
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| »HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI |
HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI ?
With the footprints of brotherhood that you left when you embraced one
and all--- OR With venomous bellows of nonchalant smoke which
diabolically tarnished his pristine atmosphere?
With the song of peace that you hummed from the innermost realms of
your heart---OR With inexplicable misery that you inflicted upon
boundless with the hideous noise of bombs exploding on every nook;
corner and street?
With the magical wand of your friendship which transcended over every
caste; creed; religion and tribe---OR With hurling cacophonic rockets
at each other with the angst to kill ostensibly radiating from your
bloodshot eyes?
With the ardor in your breath to exist in a perfect symbiosis with
your fellow human being and the environment---OR With umpteen number
of your sleazy bedlam bulbs that you stuck to innocent trees to
torture their body---on spurious pretext of illuminating the air
around?
With a fresh dawn of creativity in your veins to evolve tomorrows of
new-found hope----OR With garishly parasitic rolling fire-balls which
caused many a car and innocuous life to explode in flames; as it
unwittingly trespassed their way?
With a noble spirit to part with your wealth for the assistance of all
those rendered roofless--- OR With spitting incoherent abuses on his
priceless environment as your sinister looking cracker floundered to
burst?
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HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?
With the feeling of being just a piece of nothing infront of his
Omnipresent aura--- OR With mercilessly beheading trees left; right
and center; in order to pave a clear way to welcome spurious
dignitaries who wanted bangs and smoke?
With the sacred vow of eternal companionship you took for every of his
created living beings--- OR With simmering vindication in your soul as
you torched the virgin sands of time with worthless sparklers swaying
insidiously in your palms?
With due obeisance in your eyes for his unshakably Omnipotent
fragrance--- OR With innumerable holes that you'd dug in the belly of
his earth; just in order to erect your shops selling bombs and
explosives of the most denigrating degree?
With the oneness of his creation proudly sparkling from every inch of
your persona--- OR With every of your valiant bone sadistically
succumbing to the commands of the devil---who simply couldn't wait for
you to ignite his amorphously deafening bomb?
With resolving to make the mantra of 'live and let live' the rhythm of
your life---OR With playing the filthiest of politics to burn one sect
of the society into flames; and become the sanctimonious unsung hero
of others; to leapfrog towards your blood-stained throne?
With being a harbinger of peace to unite every bereaved soul into a
valley of love---OR With indulging into vandalism of the highest
order; as you banged explosive shells into breathing grass to release
the inexplicable frustration of your fists?
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HOW WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO WELCOME GOD ON DIWALI?
With simple 'diyas (lamps)' of love; compassion; truth in your homes
and all across your heart--- OR With dousing the entire harmless
street with petrol and then lighting the matchstick to witness it
disintegrate into bits of worthless nothingness and flames?
With a scepter of righteousness in your chest and unflinching stride
which shunted all lies--- OR With a manipulatively farcical bunch of
friends who laughed till death as they viewed millions of bombs
produce a diabolical crackle in the heavenly night?
With a mission to conserve and nourish his unbridled environment with
your very own breath and till your death--- OR With shooing every
helpless bird and animal on the streets as you struck them with misery
after misery of demonic smoke and ear-shattering sound?
With a pledge to follow the Religion of Humanity; the only religion he
guided you to follow; till the time you existed---OR With dead human
bodies and corpses on your shoulders---which you hadn't deliberately
killed; but were a victim of your riotously carefree fire-cracker
splurge?
With kneeling down to his Omniscient holy spirit and asking for
forgiveness for every of your erroneously human misdeed---OR With
devastating every bit of his sacrosanct earth with rancid fire---only
to show to the world the multiple varieties of bombs and explosives
you'd spent on to make merry in the dead?
Well. Well. Well. I'll leave you to answer these questions on your
own--- as we've all been blessed with a conscience; heart; soul and
spirit to immortally love; by the same God who is one for all of us….
And whilst you do so; All I'll do is pray to him; that you take the
right decision this time and everytime; as we gear up to celebrate a
very happy Diwali and prosperous New Year…
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| » Are you ready to fulfill the Trees last wish |
Are you ready to fulfill the Tree's last wish ???
You unsparingly spat leftovers of your food on its innocent body---yet
the same tree granted you the most tranquil contentment under its
branches; as the afternoon glare fiercely torched even the last bone
of your creaking spine,
You ruthlessly plucked a plentiful of its leaf without any reason or
rhyme---yet the same tree enamored you with boundless an untold story;
as you slumped your entire weight in tiredness; across its majestic
trunk,
You barbarously scratched it to express frustration for your penurious
life--- yet the same tree healed even the most inexplicably bleeding
of your wounds; as you perched in its magical shadow which radiated
immortal love,
You inhumanely dug a countless nails into its body to hang your
belongings--- yet the same tree stood like an infallible fortress
between you and the storm; perpetuating nothing but rejuvenating
friendship into every pore of your frigidly shivering skin,
You insidiously drilled a hole through it to keep sight of your
enemy---- yet the same tree transformed each of its tears into
blessings just for you; to give you new direction and fortitude to
righteously pursue chapters of a truthful life,
You venomously reduced it into a practice punching bag as you pummeled
its form with your daily morning kicks and blows--- yet the same tree
imparted supreme enlightenment to your waveringly beleaguered vision;
with its entrenchment of vivacious green,
You insanely emptied all brutal lead in your gun into its unflinching
body as it served as the best target range---- yet the same tree
provided royal shelter in its top branches to your trembling form; as
you hurriedly scampered up to escape the satanic wolves,
You cannibalistically slit its throat an umpteen times to crackle up
your night with that quintessential firewood---yet the same tree
welcomed you with the most everlasting embrace of its swishing arms
and leaf; as every of your beguilingly merciless kin had deserted you
to die of solitude,
You vindictively defecated; vomited; urinated at its stem; to show you
give a damn—yet the same tree blessed and showered you with a festoon
of feathers; leaves; raindrops and goodness; with every single draught
of gusty wind; and made you feel like an ultimate prince,
You diabolically whipped it with your waist-belt and walking stick to
release the volcanic energy of your numb shoulder and palm---yet the
same tree befriended you with kisses of love; as you clung to it like
a child when the devastating earthquake struck,
You hurled on it every abuse you'd learnt in the process of your life
as you knew it hadn't the power to retaliate---yet the same tree gave
you the ultimate pillow to sleep on every night in its compassionately
protruding roots; when the hole in your tattered pockets grew larger
by the minute,
You indiscriminately butchered its body many a time to get rid of
unkempt weeds that loitered your spurious courtyard---yet the same
tree blossomed once again in due course of time taking its strength
from mother earth; only to bless you with that everlasting shade; cool
and mid-summer siesta,
You ominously inscribed many an enthusing shape on its body with your
knife only to woo your girlfriend to profess---yet the same tree saw
to it that your friendship immortalized into the truest of love;
courtesy its now gruesomely bleeding countenance split into livid
rags,
You tyrannically subjected it to all kinds of electricity; just to
assert how ingeniously you'd proved that it too had life---yet the
same tree gave you a roof for your house when it'd blown away;
chivalrously gave you its fruit to eat when your bowels were on the
verge of spewing famished blood,
You belligerently stripped it of all its flower every morning to
empower your flower shop with its lifeless roots and scent---yet the
same tree gave you that much missing whistle in your monotonous
existence; tantalizing you to fantasize about all goodness on this
fathomless planet,
You sadistically burnt every bit of its charm on the spurious pretext
that ghosts were stuck to it---yet the same tree once again evolved
into a kingly assortment of flowers; leaves and silken branch; to
comfort you in your bizarre sadness and prove that it was nothing but
nature's ultimate gift to all mankind,
You greedily snatched its newborn tendrils each day to farcically
brush the already shines whites of your teeth--- yet the same tree
bore the brunt of every heinous sword; stone and bomb on its naked
body; singlehandedly wading off the fanatic mob; invincibly guarding
you as you snored,
You unthinkably let countless of it felled down to read your books on
lavish paper instead of switching over to e-books--- yet the same tree
continued to enlighten your nostrils with its scent of a united earth;
as you fancily flipped through your novel pages extracted from its
pristine bark,
And even as you were about to criminally extricate it from its very
roots to make way for your new dwelling----the tree only asked you to
fulfill its final wish---that was to plant it at some place else;
where it'd once again catch root by the grace of God----continue to
bless you with unsurpassable cisterns of luck; happiness; contentment;
fantasy; shade and charm as it blossomed up towards blue sky,
So are you ready to forgive it as it had also forgiven you a countless
times; Are you ready to fulfill the Tree's one last wish ???
(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
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" That I was blind " - A poem to sensitize those with eye-sight towards those who are blind....
Outside; the Sun fire-lit every sagging bit of nerve and adulterated
soil; into an unparalleled wind of optimism; blazing into dynamic
freshness,
For me though; the blackness grew even more disconcerting than ever;
slowly crippling all my dimensions of beauty and charm--- a blackness
which rendered my existence into hysteric sadness with no respite….
Outside; the leaves blossomed into sparkling freshness from their
tender buds; as mists of desire not only kissed them; but gave them
the tenacity to lead a fulsome life,
For me though; the blackness pierced more ominously than a zillion
smoldering thorns; leading me to dungeons of despair---a blackness
which made me lose my way everytime I tread with new-found hope on
rustic soil…
Outside; there was unimaginably fervent hustle-bustle as people of all
color; caste; creed; race and religion---jostled helter-skelter in the
rat race of survival of the fittest,
For me though; the blackness spun its web of disdainful loneliness
till the last grain of my fantasy---a blackness which made me shunt
every fabric of society in a baseless apprehension of cold rejection….
Outside; there swirled festivity of all gigantic size and proportion;
with crackling thunder and white lightening of the sky; giving people
more reason to uninhibitedly cheer,
For me though; the blackness metamorphosed every piece of my
creativity into color of the morbid grave----a blackness which made me
miserably writhe and flounder in the most primary of duties towards
life…
Outside; the shadows grew dismally taller and smaller depending on
shades of the majestic day; as it earnestly gave way to an even more
royally spell-binding and sensuous night,
For me though; the blackness made every joyous bit of existence a
squandering non-existence---a blackness which made me worse than a
new-born infant reaching out to a mother; sibling or hand
everytime---only to find empty space…
Outside; the planet behaved at gay abandon; throwing a spirit of
untamed adventure to the winds; as it dared to take the path
unexplored and experience the mystical vibrations of the unknown,
For me though; the blackness crucified every inscrutable imagery into
ashes of nothingness; a decrepit blackness that had rendered every
tear drop of mine to being merely called 'saline'….
Outside; undulating waves of the ocean rose more and more euphorically
towards the profoundness of the sky; as ravishing storms and thunder
kissed its emerald water,
For me though; the blackness diabolically cursed with the most
intolerable of stench—a blackness which was a wall worse than jail;
painstakingly dissolving me into a hell of dreaded hatred….
Outside; people leapt out of bed at the most evanescent crackle of
dawn; full of undaunted ebullience to start afresh and with pride in
their souls; leaving the chapters of erroneously faltering past well
behind,
For me though; the blackness sinfully rendered every instant of life
howsoever past; present or future as just the same; a blackness which
made me stagnate into wretched gloom as I haplessly groped to find the
edge of my bed….
Outside; boundless civilizations of all living kind relished intricate
varieties of food; huddled together to form their own inimitable
chains for hearty 'Breakfast'; succulent 'Lunch' and sumptuous
'Dinner',
For me though; the blackness discarded me like a chunk of orphaned
feces in busiest of streets; a blackness which at times made my
trembling hands feed my ears; eyes and forehead; if they were the
slightest occupied in finding a place for me to sit…
Outside; the globe changed everyday by the power of unduplicated
imagination; as a united mass of living beings dared to envision;
empower and enlighten with their mysticism extraordinaire,
For me though; the blackness hissed the ugliness of despairing
extinction; a blackness that made me perceive every space on this
planet as a miserably Lost World…
Outside; there eternally continued the chapters of effulgent life and
inevitable death; till the time God commanded this earth to
symbiotically exist,
For me though; the blackness heinously tightened its grip around my
neck; a blackness which made me feel as if traversing alive like a
meaningless corpse and being lambasted by the mortuaries of death….
No No. Before you start presuming me to be the worst kind of jinxed
human existing. Let me tell you that I wasn't any of the sort.
As the truth was far more unbearably unfortunate. That I was Blind.
(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
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