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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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| »Towards the heartbeat of Omnipotent Life…. |
There were an infinite violently unstoppable winds; which so demonically lead you; forever towards the wind of ghastily stabbing and hedonistically sadistic death, There were an infinite menacingly stormy seas; which so unsparingly lead you; forever towards the seas of devastatingly asphyxiating and cold-bloodedly butchering death, There were an infinite despairingly acrid deserts; which so aridly lead you; forever towards the deserts of uncouthly barbarous and horridly irrevocable death, There were an infinite ghoulishly wailing spirits; which so deplorably lead you; forever towards the spirits of waywardly wastrel and salaciously maiming death, There were an infinite torridly simmering droughts; which so heartlessly lead you; forever towards the drought of parsimoniously febrile and peevishly disoriented death, There were an infinite belligerently blood-stained thorns; which so mercilessly lead you; forever towards the thorns of diabolically stinging and indescribably venomous death, There were an infinite sadistically perverted leeches; which so cannibalistically lead you; forever towards the leeches of unbelievably maniacal and torturously morbid death, There were an infinite misanthropically surreptitious marshes; which so abjectly lead you; forever towards the marshes of inconsolably fetid and vindictively pugnacious death, There were an infinite anomalously ballistic shards; which so cruelly lead you; forever towards the shards of disdainfully livid and unceremoniously ominous death, There were an infinite fecklessly prejudiced battlefields; which so emotionlessly lead you; forever towards the battlefields of sordidly crumbling and disastrously silencing death, There were an infinite worthlessly obsessive manias; which so wretchedly lead you; forever towards the manias of cadaverously decrepit and dolefully naked death, There were an infinite lethally gobbling earthquakes; which so satanically lead you; forever towards the earthquakes of hideously cantankerous and brutally squelching death, There were an infinite criminally salacious screams; which so murderously lead you; forever towards the screams of bizarrely penalizing and treacherously obnoxious death, There were an infinite gorily demented gutters; which so stealthily lead you; forever towards the gutters of insanely decrepit and indefatigably terrorizing death, There were an infinite sacrilegiously gleaming knives; which so licentiously lead you; forever towards the knives of perilously strangulating and poisonously atrocious death, There were an infinite truculently lambasting nights; which so unjustly lead you; forever towards the nights of horrifically blackened and unsurpassably devilish death, There were an infinite nefariously indigent nooses; which so horribly lead you; forever towards the nooses of perpetually stony and intolerably beheading death, There were an infinite malevolently diseased curses; which so despondently lead you; forever towards the curses of unfathomably blighted and lecherously evaporating death, And then there was just a single beat of her immortally throbbing heart; which so miraculously leads you; far away from the most bludgeoning gorges of death; and forever and ever and ever towards the heartbeat of Omnipotent life; even after you’d veritably surrendered your physical form and died… ©®copyright by Nikhil Parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Trampled by her love |
When I was trampled by an devilish horde of menacing crocodiles; invidiously clambering upon my nimble body from all sides, All that was left of me after a while; was orphaned bits of gruesomely pulverized chowder and stray bone; with the contours of body now unfathomably beyond the corridors of sane recognition…. When I was trampled by a savage pack of hideous eyed vultures; cold-bloodedly pecking at my poignantly intricate flesh, All that was left of me after a while; was a mercilessly mangled mass of veins; and an endless river of gory blood pouring from all sides…. When I was trampled by an irascible fleet of satanic ants; salaciously crawling upon even the most infinitesimally naked arena of my sensitive skin, All that was left of me after a while; was a grotesquely irate blanket of agonizing redness; an overpowering sensation to itch till centuries immemorial; even after I died…. When I was trampled by a traumatic battalion of gargantuan dinosaurs; gnawing at my trembling visage like a cherry on the minuscule pie, All that was left of me after a while; was a whirlpool of inconspicuously threadbare sawdust; being whistled beyond the dungeons of absolution; at the slightest puff of somebody’s breath…. When I was trampled by a limitless well of acrid scorpions; truculently jabbing their tail into my petite demeanor; left; right and complete center, All that was left of me after a while; was a severely asphyxiated and butchered carcass; ghoulishly scaring every sagacious organism in near vicinity…. When I was trampled by an insurmountable mountain of swords; barbarically excoriating the fabric of my holistic existence; like the treacherous demon marauding in overwhelmingly gay abandon, All that was left of me after a while; was a gory chunks of distorted flesh; the sockets of my eye ludicrously bouncing to blend with the island of derogatorily dilapidated hell…. When I was trampled by the licentiously sleazy corpse of manipulation; with the noose of disgusting lies strangulating me more vindictively as each instant unveiled into an entire minute, All that was left of me after a while; was a remorsefully fretting ghost without even the most inconspicuous of stature; miserably slithering towards the mists of oblivious nothingness….. When I was trampled by an invidious graveyard of perniciously sinister spirits; with the ghosts of unfinished desire crippling me on every step that I intrepidly transgressed, All that was left of me after a while; was an uncontrollably trembling shadow; that was indescribably ostracized and spat upon by macabre monsters wandering at will…. But when I was trampled by her immortally aristocratic grace; the fragrance of her spell binding righteousness infiltrating every famished pore of my devastatingly dithering body, All that was left after a while; was an Omnipotently blazing Sun of eternal truth that not only overpowered all of the above; but instilled in me the unflinching tenacity to be reborn for a countless more lifetimes; as her celestial love had perpetually bonded with mine…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Tragedy on four wheels |
the pungent alacrity of the air strikes me, creating quadruples of animated breath, as i pass, luminated signboards, suspended cables, well lit edifices, lush green shrubs, tainted scraps of loiter, concrete skyscrapers, flashing signals, incoherent busstops, sacrosanct church spires, towering clocks, gaudy exhibitions, heavy bolt prisons, suburban railways, thick glass aquariums, bustling airports, chagrinned cinema halls, glittering coffee shops, nonchalant mad houses, exquisite monuments, sporadic manufacture of milk, disheveled beggars, unsuspecting black hoods of crime, plethora of beaches, desolate rumbles of junk, mammoth emergency wards, indiscreet abattoirs of sheep, looming textile mills, stagnant pools of fetid water, haunted carousels, brown tarts of crisp toffee, undulating landscape, chiselled toy shops of soft plastic, escalating perfumed fountains, low altitude tin roofs, black wisps of hovering clouds, crimson crested pigeon flesh, unrelenting spikes of steel wire, landlords blessed with cupidity, infrared power stations, chunks of gaseous evading moonlight, salubrious machinery in gymnasiums, corrugated assemblage of pine trees, i finally switch my way homewards, the four wheeled metallic monster probes forward, cutting clockwise currents of dust, the vulcanized rubber comes to an abrupt halt, shards of glass lay all over, metal to metal clashes hard, creating a screeching eerie sound, my head submerged in pools of thick grease, sticky and red in color, as i breathe my last breath, utter my last syllable. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Tranquil green pastures |
Tender green tufts of emerald green sponge, riveted firmly to fertile landscapes of earth, dancing to sedate tunes of swashbuckling breeze, growing at rapid paces in a blend of manure and fresh water, feasting on nutritious rays of unadulterated sunlight, greedily devouring tap water sprinkled at spaced intervals of time, glowing sedately in artificial lights of sodium bulb, submerged in ponds of placid moonshine, a bountiful warehouse of red ant and earth worm, the green grass meadows were a breathtaking sight, oblivious to the vagaries of jet paced life. Cows grazed quietly trampling the grass cushions, Long beaked cranes nibbled at pieces of left over corn, Wild pigs gulped loads of untreated sewage, Petite fleshy ducks floated in tank water, Thoroughbred horses galloped in enclosures of wire mesh, Athletic rabbits leaped with long strides of feet, Wide winged eagles glided harmlessly through the sky, It all seemed set for yet another day fading, When finally the amber ball of sun hid behind the mountain, Encompassing the tranquil green pastures with, Tarpaulin covers of pitch dark night. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved |
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| »Transform me into a child |
When I was with them; I felt as if all my tensions had waded forever into thin wisps of oblivion; profoundly enthused by their smiles, When I was with them; I felt the most strongest entity alive; ready to plunge on into the valley of brazing adventure; with both my eyes tightly closed, When I was with them; I felt all my unfinished longings come to a celestial rest; cuddling their marvelously innocent chin, When I was with them; I felt as if all crime on earth had ceased; profusely blending with the Omnipotent light in their eyes, When I was with them; I felt that there were angels wandering on every quarter of the planet; fervently captivated by the captivating enigma in their persona, When I was with them; I felt enveloped by boundlessly enthralling colors of harmony; incredulously spell bound by the immaculate melody that drifted spontaneously from their mouths, When I was with them; I felt as if I had washed all my sins of past life; ecstatically hoisting their eternal visages upon my shoulders, When I was with them; I felt adorned in an ocean of mesmerizing silk; watching them rhapsodically roll and frolic in the shimmering sands, When I was with them; I felt floating in a land of surreal enchantment; as they astoundingly rejoiced in an entrenchment of their own; far away from the world of manipulative lechery and sin, When I was with them; I felt reborn every unfurling minute; as they blossomed into relentlessly tireless energy; exuberantly cascading into a stream of perpetual happiness, When I was with them; I felt as if God was with me on every step I tread; insatiably lost in their rampantly innocent freedom; diffusing into a cloud of unparalleled entertainment, When I was with them; I felt inundated with unprecedented joy; transiting back into realms of fantastically charming childhood; as they stirred the inner most chords of my heart; with the majestic harmony in their voice, When I was with them; I felt discovering an incomprehensible battalion of excitement every instant; witnessing the everlasting newness in their souls, When I was with them; I felt as if I belonged to the most complete family on this planet; no longer feeling that I was an impoverished again, When I was with them; I felt all my disastrously frazzled senses replenish with the ultimate gifts of life; as they immortalized the spirit of existence with the enchantment of their hearts, When I was with them; I felt as secure as I used too in my perished mothers lap; as they uninhibitedly embraced me; without their blood being exactly the same as mine, When I was with them; I felt the gorgeous skies shower upon countless blessings upon mankind; as they disseminated the perennial message of Omnipresent love and peace to the most obsolete corner of this Universe, When I was them; I felt the most irrefutably richest man alive without a penny in my ragamuffin pockets; as I held their spotlessly truthful bodies close to mine, For these children were the best thing that could have happened to the core of vindictively fighting earth; as I ardently prayed to Almighty Lord; to once again transform me into a child…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved |
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| »Transitions |
Dusty demeanor of the stone transited to sparkling grey, as big crystal drops of rain fell in frenzy from the sky, diffusing into multiple bubbles of clear froth, evacuating streaks of dirt from morbid exteriors, abandoning it with glowing tinges of torrential rain. dilapidated walls of the tumble down hut transited to fortified enclosures, as whirlwinds of silver sands struck them with brutal force, steel grey waves of the sea deposited gallons of water, and coconut trees shed their leafy clothes in plenty, enveloping bare shivering walls of the coastal mansion, with loads of compassion and benevolent warmth. pitchers full of frosty milk transited to solid jelly, when injected with volatile currents of frozen air, placed on bulky slices of transparent ice, exposed to bitter cold conditions of alps laden with snow, the luke warm cow milk found no remorse, yielding to vagaries of weather, magical prowess of frozen water. hearts in tumultuous agony transited to fainter shades of sorrow, as a person sobbed hysterically losing refined degrees of control, saline tears rolling down his victimised cheek, filtering colossal burdens from spaceships of mind, releasing a flurry of emotions cascading down as salt water, revitalizing him of the overwhelming distress and the mountain of misdeeds, he lay listlessly sunk deep beneath. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Translucent sheath of luxury |
The emerald green cinnamon leaf, An undulating surface of midget proportions, Engraved with somber white veins, A camouflage of edibility, Wild with rudimentary scent of nature, Vivaciously luring tiny apertures of consumption, Into a chewable fiesta; of spicy blended ingredients, Prompting unanimous chorus of satisfaction, As globules of water roll down from my crystalline eyes, Witnessing natures brevity at close quarters, Tuning my mental machinery; effusive arenas of my demeanor, To harness the gift of clay and kin. |
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| »Treating each day as a Sunday |
God created all seven days of the week alike; to bask in the glory of Nature’s bountiful endowment and enjoy, It was man who embraced a festoon of spurious idiosyncrasies; frolicking in the aisles of divinely heaven only on a Sunday; while he perspired worse than a dog; on all other days... God created all seven days of the week alike; to poignantly blend with the mesmerizing beauty of this colossal Universe, It was man who murdered himself with his own framework of rules; celebrating only on a Sunday; while he tossed and squirmed like an insipid worm; all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to majestically fulfill your duties; let the enchanting stream of shimmering moonlight; pacify you beyond eternal times, It was man who disdainfully messed up life with manipulative business; ruling like an unconquerable king on a Sunday; while he literally licked the dust of the roads; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to philanthropically march ahead with all living kind; soar through the crimson clouds with a desire to be triumphant glittering in your eyes, It was man who coined tyrannical definitions of his own; rejoiced and hugged his family only on a Sunday; while critically lambasting them with his frustration; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to dance in the aisles of uninhibited freedom; benevolently assist your ailing mates in inexplicable pain, It was man who acted more insanely than the devastatingly insane; adventuring through the hills only on a Sunday; while he compellingly measured each of his nonchalant footsteps; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to test your true mettle on this planet; celestially sleep in synergy with the unveiling of the gloriously star studded night, It was man who profoundly consulted the heinous devil; tossing his children only on a Sunday; while kicking them in the uncouth world outside to earn their own bread; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to rhapsodically inhale the scent of roses; romance and disseminate the gift of love; as each night descended by, It was man who savagely chopped his own feet with his axe; feeling the richest man alive only on a Sunday; while he spat irrevocably on his own treasury of brilliant fortune; on all other days… God created all seven days of the week alike; to explore and unite with all the exotically wonderful organisms wandering on mother earth, It was man who wanted to consume knives instead of supper; wholeheartedly unleashing his heart out only on a Sunday; while he jailed himself and his comrades together in a jail of claustrophobic despair; on all other days…. And if you couldn’t listen to God; I know for sure you would never listen to me; even if I quit life to tell you; to live life like a king; each day of the week, Don’t worry I have better alternatives still; you remain blessed writhing like a commercial commodity all your lives; while I was definitely the wealthiest man alive; treating each day as a Sunday… (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »Tributaries of love |
The tributaries of horrendous starvation; culminate into despairing sadness, The tributaries of heinous malice; culminate into perpetual hatred, The tributaries of irrefutable muteness; culminate into baseless introspection, The tributaries of nonchalant perceptions; culminate into an island of mocking nothingness, The tributaries of manipulatively salacious lechery; culminate into a tunnel of ghastly darkness, The tributaries of mesmerizing fragrance; culminate into a paradise of enchanting beauty, The tributaries of abhorrent stench; culminate into ignominiously rotting dungeons of solitude, The tributaries of insatiable desire; culminate into a fountain of rejuvenating ecstasy, The tributaries of intransigent conviction; culminate into the invincible summit of sweet success, The tributaries of unrelenting fantasy; culminate into a trail of overwhelmingly ravishing seduction, The tributaries of blissful satisfaction; culminate into fireballs of immutably exultating victory, The tributaries of passionate art; culminate into a valley of unparalleled grandeur and stupendous enthrallment, The tributaries of malicious discrimination; culminate into incomprehensibly deplorable corridors of satanic hell, The tributaries of immortal unity; culminate into an impregnable fortress towering infinite kilometers above the cotton clouds, The tributaries of retreating cowardice; culminate into the dormitories of perilously gleaming corpse; even since the first cry of fresh life, The tributaries of blatant illiteracy; culminate into distortedly dilapidated shells of maimed existence, The tributaries of treacherous slavery; culminate into a diabolical curse lingering for unsurpassable more births to yet unveil, The tributaries of impeccable innocence; culminate into the ultimate heaven on the trajectory of pragmatically functioning planet, And the tributaries of perpetual love; culminate into an everlasting relationship; to which even the greatest of Gods in the sky; bowed down too and forever blessed…. ©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved. |
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| »Tribute to America- My heart cries |
If only the building was empty; with scintillating mirrors on its wall creating a ghost appearance; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as it was occupied by thousands of souls; laughing merrily and sipping coke. If only the building was empty; with its computerized interiors staring in mock silence; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as it echoed profoundly with the voices of people inside; the occasional ringing sounds of the mobile phones. If only the building was empty; with its state of the art architecture desperately waiting to be tapped; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as there was poignant cigarette smoke hovering around; as scores of business tycoons; contemplated on the economy in the majestic conference room. If only the building was empty; with its satin carpets sulking under the formal air-conditioners; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as there were several youngsters munching sandwiches inside; strolling at brusque speeds through the labyrinth of alleys. If only the building was empty; with its silver ceiling lights shimmering mournfully into open space; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as there were volumes of cargo and citizen in the elevator; trying to reach the 100th floor in an absolute jiffy. If only the building was empty; with the emerald drapery completely engulfing the windows; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as there were more than a lakh eyes wandering around; trying to decipher enigmatic puzzles embossed in bulky files. If only the building was empty; with its diamond studded doors stringently shut to the world; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as there were boundless footsteps that were passionately heard; as a battalion of executives marched in all day and night. If only the building was empty; with its handsome towers escalating lifelessly towards the sun; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as there were a million needles of watch ticking from the wrists of flamboyant professionals; ingeniously working on unfathomable concepts and ideas. If only the building was empty; with its heavily scented ambience voluptuously drowning one off to sleep; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as there were shadows inside looming larger by the minute; as darkness descended by. And if only the building was empty; with its magnificent assembly of chairs and tables lying deserted inside; then I would have been the least bothered, But now my heart cries; as there were more than fifty thousand individuals breathing blissfully in the corridors; awaiting death and inevitable pain; as the hijacked airliner barbarically stormed its way in, and crashed inside… (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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