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»The only kiss

 

Benign was the rhythm of eternal mankind; Omnipotently
diffusing the fragrance of unflinching solidarity; for
times immemorial,

Melodious was the rhythm of the dainty waterfall;
disseminating into an island of unbelievably rhapsodic
froth; every unfurling instant of the day,

Omniscient was the rhythm of the flamboyantly
blistering Sun; filtering a path of vibrant optimism;
through the life of even the most derogatorily
shivering organism alive,

Cacophonic was the rhythm of the discordantly croaking
frogs; perniciously infiltrating the blissful
atmosphere; with an ominous web of disparagingly
dissatisfied sounds,

Impoverished was the rhythm of the treacherously
coldblooded devils; savagely massacring holistic
civilizations; to spuriously satiate their tastebuds
with innocuously sacred blood,

Ruthless was the rhythm of the unsparingly slicing
knife; uncouthly excoriating even the most immaculate
of entities; to insidiously gleam well past the heart
of devilish midnight,

Ingratiating was the rhythm of the stupendously
redolent flower; blossoming into a festoon of
marvelously exotic scent; every unleashing minute
under perennially golden sunshine,

Ubiquitous was the rhythm of gloriously altruistic
humanity; unassailably bonding every human
irrespective of caste; creed or worthless color; in
the stream of compassionate sharing; charismatically
alike,

Phlegmatic was the rhythm of the reticently
pot-bellied tortoise; languidly feasting under the
profoundly enchanting rays of Sun; blissfully snoozing
under its obdurate shell; even in the most
horrendously vicious of maelstroms,

Rebellious was the rhythm of the brutally incarcerated
scorpion; venomously swirling its tail in infinite
circles; to whomsoever who dared glimpse its
gruesomely tyrannized form,

Enigmatic was the rhythm of the flirtatiously dancing
spider; interweaving a tale of majestic artistry;
criscrossing through a paradise of boundless silk and
sheen,

Blazing was the rhythm of the patriotically intrepid
soldier; fearlessly embarking upon a mission to
relinquish even the very last iota of his breath; for
the sake of his magnificently sacrosanct motherland,

Garrulous was the rhythm of the indefatigably
chattering monkey; rambunctiously perpetuating
tranquil carpets of the resplendent forests; with an
unfathomable valley of vivacious sounds,

Shrewd was the rhythm of the manipulative tycoon; who
hideously weaved a trail of artificially sardonic
sweetness round all his employees; to eventually
extricate the maximum of his bombastic choice,

Panoramic was the rhythm of the vividly whistling
clouds; euphorically surging forward to jubilantly
bask in the glory; of unprecedentedly satiny
timelessness,

Impeccable was the rhythm of the freshly born child;
divinely replenishing even the most sordidly shattered
of hearts; with the Omnipresent mantra of vibrantly
titillating life,

Tantalizing was the rhythm of the chirpily nubile
maiden; culminating into a downpour of torrentially
everlasting sensuousness; on every nimble step that
she sacredly tread,

Perpetual was the rhythm of fabulously fecund breath;
astoundingly spawning a township of ever-pervading
newness; in each cranny of the earth that it magically
spread,

Irrefutable was the rhythm of unequivocally Godly
truth; pioneering a Universe of unending prosperity;
in the soul of whomsoever who unflinchingly harbored
it,

Passionate was the rhythm of the unconquerable
thundering heart; fulminating into a sky of amiable
togetherness more vociferously; as the day sped into
the regally iridescent night,
And immortal was the rhythm of symbiotically melanging
love; existing as the most priceless flame of life;
existing as the only kiss that could invincibly kick
death forever away….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The only beat I possessed

 

The only sound I heard all day; was your mesmerizing voice,

The only color that I fantasized all night; was that of your luscious
lips,

The only objects I saw; were what you unrelentingly perceived,

The only skin that I wanted to kiss till infinity; was the one
engulfing your
crimson cheek,

The only writing I ardently adored; was one that exquisitely flowed
from your
delectable fingers,

The only relation that I profoundly acknowledged; was your magnificent
and
immaculate visage,

The only food that I yearned to consume; was the one already pulverized
with
your scintillating teeth,

The only scent that drowned me into waves of perpetual ecstasy; was one
emanating from your ravishing hair,

The only tunes I danced too; were the passionate clapping of your
dainty
hands,

The only air I breathed; was the one rampantly diffusing from your
nostrils,

The only mantra I chanted incessantly; was your irrefutably sacrosanct
name,
The only reflection I witnessed; was the one pouring harmoniously from
your
impeccable eyes,

The only agony I felt; was saline streams of water trickling down your
cheek,

The only nostalgia I had for; was poignant memories of your innocuous
childhood,

The only shadow that submerged me; was one that radiated majestically
from
your persona,

The only exhilaration in my life; was tinkling gasps of your vivacious
laughter,

The only rest I had; were your fingers silently caressing my forehead,
The only obsession I had; was your everlasting fragrance sending
shivers of
rhapsody down my spine,

And the ONLY BEAT I POSSESSED; was the heart incarcerated in your
chest;
throbbing turbulently the instant it sighted me; bonding me immortally
in the
invincible grip of your romance.




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

 

The only mission that my hands were born for; was to
defend your magnificently enchanting entity; from the
most inconspicuous iota evil lingering around,

The only mission that my legs were born for; was to
transport you invincibly safe; to the most splendidly
rejuvenating destination of your choice,

The only mission that my eyes were born for; was to
enshroud your life with brilliantly majestic sight;
enlightening your every disparagingly gloomy path with
profoundly optimistic light,

The only mission that my tongue was born for; was to
flood each aspect of your monotonously languid
existence; with the sound of enamoringly melodious
happiness,

The only mission that my lips were born for; was to
trigger an everlasting smile upon the impeccable
contours of your face; kiss you till times beyond
eternal infinity,

The only mission that my teeth were born for; was to
perspicaciously disentangle the thorns from the fruits
you ate; pulverize all the gruesome impediments that
came your way,

The only mission that my shadow was born for; was to
entrench your royal countenance from all sides; with
incredulously fabulous enigma; and mystically tingling
excitement,

The only mission that my neck was born for; was to
dexterously drift for you in an infinite directions;
finding you the ultimate clouds of paradise; which you
had perennially desired,

The only mission that my fingers were born for; was to
maneuver you like an invincible fortress even in the
most treacherous of darkness; even in the most
insidiously bizarre moments of life,

The only mission that my ears were born for; was to
indefatigably massacre those diabolical voices trying
to ghastily perpetuate through your pristine
surroundings; decimate even the most infinitesimal
trace of obnoxious sound before it could arise,

The only mission that my blood was born for; was to
impregnate all those despairingly lackluster moments
of your bedraggled life; with an insurmountably
overpowering aroma; more poignant than the rain
pelting down,

The only mission that my versatility was born for; was
to marvelously fulminate the artist lingering
profusely in each of your ecstatically royal senses;
engender you to erupt into an unfathomable myriad of
bountiful directions,

The only mission that my mind was born for; was to
propel you to tirelessly fantasize; dream in an ocean
of incomprehensibly silken charm; oblivious to the
manipulative vagaries of the uncouth world outside,

The only mission that my lashes were born for; was to
ignite the flirtatious child in your charismatic
persona; make you feel every instant as if blooming
with the freshest cry of blissful life,

The only mission that my patriotism was born for; was
to unrelentingly march forward till the time you
achieved your absolute goal in life; wholesomely evict
the flurry of disastrously abominable traitors
hovering around your divine countenance,

The only mission that my skin was born for; was to
sequester your immaculately shivering visage; from the
acrimonious rays of midday Sun; as well as avalanches
of gruesomely freezing winter,

The only mission that my soul was born for; was to
perpetually ensure that your irrefutably heavenly
spirit continued to robustly exist; even centuries
after you had died,

The only mission that my breath was born for; was to
make you forever live with the astronomical fervor of
life; witness you magnificently blossom into a
fountain of resplendently dancing moonlight,

And the only mission that my heart was born for; was
to immortally grant you the love of your destined
life; not only for this; but fathomless more
exotically vibrant lifetimes…







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

 

There was medicine available to kill the hideously
parasitic rats; savagely corrupting the robust pile of
salubriously sparkling apples,
But the only panacea to wholesomely decimate
treacherous terrorism from its very non-existent
roots; was immortally united harmony…

There was medicine available to kill the ominously
slithering reptile; trying to invidiously infiltrate
its lethal fangs into delectable curtains of
impeccable flesh,
But the only panacea to wholesomely massacre the web
of ghastly lies from every quarter of this planet; was
unflinchingly irrefutable truth….

There was medicine available to kill the flurry of
obnoxious termites; disdainfully crawling upon
immaculately shimmering wood,
But the only panacea to wholesomely annihilate
malicious prejudice from insidiously dilapidated
hearts; was the ocean of perennially uninhibited
sharing….

There was medicine available to kill the mountain of
devastating ants; capitalizing on every opportunity to
pertinently suck and feast on gloriously radiant
blood,
But the only panacea to wholesomely assassinate
monotonous manipulation from the lecherous society;
was the unfathomable fortress of compassionate
belonging….

There was medicine available to kill insanely mad dogs
on the road; diffusing the deadly germs of rabies in
every innocent pedestrian wandering around,
But the only panacea to wholesomely scrap barbaric
bloodshed and indiscriminate racializm; was the
irrefutably everlasting religion of humanity…

There was medicine available to kill miserably
pathetic dysentery; metamorphose overwhelmingly
drained bodies into one with sparkling charm and
astounding charisma,
But the only panacea available to wholesomely
slaughter senselessly orphaned greed; was the ointment
of perpetually wholehearted and unequivocal
acceptance….

There was medicine available to kill the savagely
diabolical vultures; perniciously trying to pluck out
immaculately glistening eyes,
But the only panacea available to wholesomely destroy
traitors from the complexion of soil; was the
intrepidly flamboyant spirit of eternal bravery….

There was medicine available to kill the abominably
repelling cockroaches; loitering in countless numbers
beside the sullen lavatory seat,
But the only panacea to wholesomely swipe ungainly
death forever from this colossal Universe; was
vivaciously Omnipotent and sacred life…

And there was medicine available to kill the irascibly
hovering mosquito; infuriatingly disrupting
celestially delightful snores of; ravishing nocturnal
sleep,
But the only panacea to wholesomely finish
horrifically crippling betrayal from poisoned souls;
was the cloudburst of impregnably IMMORTAL LOVE….

©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The only route to heaven

 

Start & End even the most destructively terrorizing moment of yours; solely with the tributaries of pristinely unsurpassable and eternally enamoring love; encircling every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most treacherously penalizing moment of yours; solely with a cosmos of benevolently unparalleled and inimitably priceless love; perpetuating every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most diabolically sacrilegious moment of yours; solely with a fantasy of beautifully unbridled and timelessly enthralling love; unassailably enveloping every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most devilishly betraying moment of yours; solely with a civilization of unimaginably profound and perennially ebullient love; unconquerably cascading into every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most deplorably blackened moment of yours; solely with an atmosphere of perpetually fructifying and indomitably redolent love; uninhibitedly bonding with every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most inexplicably dogmatic moment of yours; solely with a valley of fathomlessly celestial and insuperably ameliorating love; bountifully breathing in every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most heinously bludgeoning moment of yours; solely with a forest of unbelievably intrepid and ecstatically virile love; undefeatedly blossoming in every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most atrociously incarcerating moment of yours; solely with a sky of triumphantly euphoric and spell-bindingly ever-pervading love; infallibly kissing every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most inexorably asphyxiating moment of yours; solely with a cistern of incredulously virgin and perpetually mollifying love; unflinchingly permeating into every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most bizarrely carcinogenic moment of yours; solely with a rainbow of resplendently exotic and poignantly philanthropic love; brilliantly enlightening every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most torturously cannibalistic moment of yours; solely with a stream of unendingly vivacious and jubilantly effulgent love; celestially engulfing every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most vindictively unsparing moment of yours; solely with a meadow of sensuously tranquil and tantalizingly exhilarating love; magically incorporating every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most tawdrily divesting moment of yours; solely with a cloudburst of endlessly fructifying and blissfully blessed love; invincibly drenching every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most beguilingly abhorrent moment of yours; solely with a squall of spectacularly enigmatic and unshakably iridescent love; marvelously consecrating every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most traumatically indiscriminate moment of yours; solely with a caravan of quintessentially enchanting and ubiquitously mitigating love; exultatingly replenishing every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most venomously prejudiced moment of yours; solely with a Sun of fearlessly illuminating and Omnipresently dominating love; tirelessly frolicking with every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most haplessly extinguishing moment of yours; solely with a Wind of universally fascinating and undauntedly spawning love; inscrutably whispering to every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.

Start & End even the most inevitably deathly moment of yours; solely with a cavern of immortally bestowing and effulgently evolving love; Omnisciently entwining with every beat of your symbiotically throbbing heart.








For if you wanted to be forever in heaven after and even before horrifying death; for if you wanted to forever triumph in even the most infinitesimal synergistic aspect of life; for if you wanted to forever remain as one of God’s most favorite disciples; then there is no other route except the above that’ll ensure you the same; not just for one but an infinite more of your infinite lifetimes….

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The only person

 

Even If an inconspicuous particle of dust entered your eye; making you
wildly
scratch with your tender palms,
That very moment I would go completely blind; wholesomely abdicating
the
ability to perspicuously see.

Even if you tripped inadvertently on the floor; slightly bruising the
skin on
your fragile shoulders,
That very moment I would collapse on the ground; developing a series of
multiple fracture in my feet.

Even if you coughed a trifle; as an aftermath of poignant pepper
encompassing
your nostrils,
That very moment I would have unrelenting bouts of rapid breathing;
incessantly sneeze till the time my eyes popped out of their sockets.

Even if you perceived a baseless fear; of drizzling rain water
disdainfully
drenching you,
That very moment I would gruesomely drown in the colossal ocean;
incorrigibly
refraining to steer my way up the surface.

Even if you tossed and turned petulantly on the bed for a few minutes;
before
falling into a sound slumber,
That very moment I would irrevocably stare into black space; keeping
awake the
entire night like a dreaded insomniac.

Even if you banged your robust fists softly into the wall; expressing
your
profound indignation at getting late for office,
That very moment I would put my hands under the springing axe;
pulverizing
them into infinite splinters of bone.

Even if you contracted a minuscule infection; with the imbalance in
your body
disappearing within a few hours of stringent medication,
That very moment I would have astronomically high levels of tribal
fever; with
the entire of my silhouette burning like a piece of red coal.

Even if you got an iota pierced; by the irascible mosquito
unceremoniously
hovering around,
That very moment I would be bitten by swarms of stinging bees;
inserting their
venomous tentacles into my cheeks.

Even if you felt a little suffocated; wading through the claustrophobic
queues
for the railway ticket,
That very moment I would relinquish breath in perpetual entirety; and
my heart
would cease to throb in its cavity.

All this is because you are 'THE ONLY PERSON' I have profoundly loved
in my
life sweetheart; the only deity I worship and adore,
And as every breath of yours unleashes; mine gets automatically a
million
times faster.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The only thing that my heart could beat for

 

The only thing that my eyes could ever sight was her
mesmerizing form; whether they were open or tightly
closed,

The only thing that my ears could ever hear were her
daintily approaching footsteps; no matter how
thunderous was the outside world and traffic,

The only thing that my nose could ever smell was the
enchanting fragrance emanating from her arms; the
ravishing aroma entrenched in her breath,

The only thing that my tongue could ever speak was her
sacrosanct name; fervently iterating each alphabet
infinite number of times,

The only thing that my hands were ever able to touch
was the contours of her silken hair; with the
passionate scent embodied therein catapulting me to
the most supreme point of ecstasy,

The only thing that my mind could ever envisage was
her emphatic eyes; with I finding myself drowning in
the river of fantasy flowing perpetually inside,

The only thing that my feet were ever able to caress
as they tread on earth was her shadow; as no matter
wherever I went; it followed me with incessant relent,

The only thing that my nails were ever able to scratch
was the lining of flirtatious dirt on her neck;
intricately tracing in it my near future to unveil,

The only thing that my teeth were ever able to chew
was her lips; painstakingly suckling the honey from
the recesses deep inside,

The only thing that my skin was ever able to feel was
her velvety touch; with her fingers groping
uncontrollably across my tanned chest,

The only thing that my shoulders were ever able to
carry was her delectably body; bearing her weight with
an immortal smile; even under the most sizzling rays
of the Sun,

The only thing that my sweat could ever drench was her
shimmering and petite stomach; as I curled myself like
an infant to blend with its compassionate warmth,

The only thing that my lips could ever smile for was
her celestial silhouette as she lay under the moon;
appreciate for eternity the gestures she made
inadvertently while rolling deep sleep,

The only thing that my blood could ever flow for was
to protect her from any possible evil lurking around;
donate it to whomsoever she ordered me to; without the
slightest of opposition,

The only thing that my efforts could ever yield was
the essence of what she taught; listening attentively
at all times to the pearls of wisdom that she showered
from her mouth,

The only thing that my mouth could ever recount was
the story when she was born; the unprecedented
happiness she brought into my life; the day she met
me,

The only thing that my lids could ever blink for was
to make her smile; evacuate her out from the state of
intermittent gloom; that she sometimes found herself
confronted with,
And the only thing that my heart could ever beat for
was her love; trying to capsize her entity in each of
its palpitation; in complete; mind, body and spirit…



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

 

Some said that the present instant was the most rhapsodically fantastic instant; while some said that they were bountifully better of waiting for the golden rays of optimistic tomorrow,

Some said that the most exhilarating mission of their life was to kiss the peerless apogee of Everest; while some said that they found inimitable heaven sauntering amiably on fathomlessly plain ground,

Some said that there wasn’t a thing as unassailable as the punctiliously plush interiors of the corporate office; while some said that the spirit of uninhibitedly untamed poetry was the most eternally fructifying in the chapter of resplendently enigmatic life,

Some said that the Universe had metamorphosed into a vindictively concrete jungle; while some said they salvaged perpetual pride taking blissful refuge in their unflinchingly venerated mother soil,

Some said that the most compassionate warmth on this earth was in the womb of your divinely mother; while some said that sensuously endless fantasy was their profusely sole passion to survive,

Some said that the holistic vegetable was the most appetizing meal; while some said that the brutally emaciated ravines of their stomach could be miraculously placated by nothing else but unfathomably tantalizing chicken soup,

Some said that rebirth was responsible for their vividly exultating existence today; while some said that there was nothing but scientific laws that evolved every living organism boundlessly on this unbelievably enthralling planet,

Some said that unassailable truth was the only panacea to survive; while some said that unprecedented degrees of subterfuge and prejudice had to be adapted in order to breathe amidst the diabolically commercial ratrace today,

Some said that unlimited success was their only mission to live; while some said that the waves of celestial contentment majestically spawned even the most infinitesimal ingredient of their scarlet blood,

Some said that the cradle of innocuous childhood was the most spellbindingly insuperable gift of life; while some said that ruling the world as its most mature and unparalleled conqueror was what they were born for,

Some said that all they yearned for was voluptuously titillating clouds of perennial rain; while some said that rolling tirelessly in the aridly arcane and indefatigably grandiloquent desert sands; was what each bone of their body vociferously demanded,

Some said that the policy of live and let live was the most ultimate of the Omnipotent Creator’s commands; while some said that “ Survival of the fittest ” was what he had expected out of every construable entity on this fathomless planet,

Some said that the lines poignantly embodied on the palm scrupulously maneuvered everyone’s destiny; while some said that intransigently dedicated hard work could change even the most brilliantly fortuned stars,

Some said that they wanted to take an infinite births for the sake of their heavenly beloved; while some said that this singular life of theirs was an unsolicitedly acrimonious thorn in their hindside,

Some said that the only dream that lingered in the whites of their eyes was devilishly decrepit politics; while some said that they longed to unfurl every minute of their lives as a diminutively humble common man,

Some said that the wings of egalitarian freedom should be bestowed upon every echelon of the society alike; while some said that all should exist as rustically cannibalistic and mating wolves as during the time; when the earth was first born,

Some said that the entire beauty of this vibrantly panoramic Universe could be encompassed in a barren canvas of plain white; while some said that a single life was just a speck of lackadaisically malnourished nothingness; for admiring the marvels of God’s blessed earth,

Some said that money could virtually buy everything in the 21st century on this inexhaustible globe; while some said that the inferno of love was the most magnetically unceasing elixir on which this entire world survived,

And some said this; while some said that; but believe it or not; neither did I have the time to hear; neither could I utter an invisibly single word; neither did I have the time to meticulously comprehend; neither could I budge the periphery of my tongue even an ethereal trifle,

As both my lips were unconquerably interlocked with the lips of my immortal beloved; and the only sounds which we could hear; speak or execute; were the sounds of love; love and nothing but unshakably eternal and royal love! ! ! ! !

©COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»The only way to attain God…

 

They indefatigably tried to win his heart; spuriously appease him by laying all the innocent flowers of this world at his perpetual feet; after barbarously plucking the same from their nimbly priceless roots,

They tirelessly tried to win his heart; worthlessly appease him by laying an ocean of impeccable animal blood at his majestic feet; after indiscriminately slaughtering countless a goat and half asleep sheep,

They unstoppably tried to win his heart; meaninglessly appease him by laying all the currency note in this world at his infallible feet; after cadaverously burying their hands and feet an infinite feet into innocuous feelings and blood,

They irrevocably tried to win his heart; thoughtlessly appease him by laying all the milk in this world at his sacrosanct feet; after hideously extracting each droplet; from the belly of the holistic cow,

They unceasingly tried to win his heart; wantonly appease him by laying all screaming prostitutes in this world at his eternal feet; after satanically disrobing them right infront of their mother’s; sisters and aunts,

They unrelentingly tried to win his heart; sanctimoniously appease him by laying all robust trees in this world at his Omnipresent feet; after brutally slaining the same; with their swords of diabolical hate,

They insatiably tried to win his heart; senselessly appease him by laying all children skulls in this world at his bountiful feet; after hedonistically disassociating them from jubilantly mischievous neck,

They endlessly tried to win his heart; idiosyncratically appease him by laying all the dreams of this world at his unparalleled feet; after asphyxiating the last ounce of fantasy from every brain; as they subjected it to cold-blooded betrayal,

They inexhaustibly tried to win his heart; inveterately appease him by laying each dwelling of this world at this royal feet; after ruthlessly divesting every harmonious organism of a roof over its head,

They unlimitedly tried to win his heart; spinelessly appease him by laying every conceivable epitome of this world at his inimitable feet; after monstrously bombarding and beheading immaculately towering mountains of snow,

They perennially tried to win his heart; nonsensically appease him by laying every droplet of water in this world at his ever-pervading feet; after venomously evaporating the lap of mother nature; of all its quintessential moisture and oils,

They inexorably tried to win his heart; fecklessly appease him by laying every source of sight in this world at his unconquerable feet; after insanely ripping apart eyeballs from countless untainted twinkling faces; in the name of religious sacrifice,

They irretrievably tried to win his heart; purposelessly appease him by laying every covering of silken skin in this world at his Omnipotent feet; after cannibalistically knifing through unsuspectingly infantile; raw bone; flesh and blood;

They continuously tried to win his heart; mindlessly appease him by laying each morsel of food in this world at his blessed feet; after wantonly forcing every mouth to vomit whatever existed in the intestine; since the very first cry of birth,

They intransigently tried to win his heart; bawdily appease him by laying every color of this world at his venerated feet; after disastrously decimating the very roots of happiness from every replenished and gifted form of life,

They implacably tried to win his heart; amorphously appease him by laying every piece of cloth in this world at his Omniscient feet; after sacrilegiously disrobing infinite organism of their intrinsic integrity and pride,

They timelessly tried to win his heart; wrongly appease him by laying every feminine scalp in this world at his everlasting feet; after blasphemously murdering the girl child right in the mother’s womb,

They undyingly tried to win his heart; insensitively appease him by laying every bit of sunshine that fell on the world at his undefeated feet; after viciously submerging every perceivable quarter of earth; into a corpse of manipulatively victimizing blackness,

Yet. Simply no avail. As they all were eventually dragged to the land of inconsolably wailing hell; where they were made to pay an infinite times more; for each of their wickedly executed and indescribably dastardly sins,

Whilst the Omnipotent Creator wrote paradise for the newborn child even as it emanated its very first breath; as it spread its uninhibitedly miraculous palms to embrace all; irrespective of any religion; caste; creed or kind; into its unconquerable heaven of magically immortal love-Thereby apprizing infinite of its predecessors that the only way to attain God in totality was not “Blood and Sinful Sacrifice” but “Immortal Love”….

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»The perfect handshake

 

When I shook hands with a waiter; interrupting his monotonous sequel of
serving delicacies,
The handshake was pretty lackadaisical; the aftermath of which rendered
me
with grease and a perennial stench of garlic diffusing from my palms.

When I shook hands with a beggar; forcefully clasping his disheveled
fingers
in mine,
The handshake was absolutely nonchalant; it was as if I had awakened a
dying
man from the course of his blissful sleep.

When I shook hands with a pot-bellied butcher; nimbly requesting him to
relinquish his sharp cleavers before he executed the same,
The handshake almost squelched my bones to fine chowder; and an
obnoxious
scent of foul fish and meat wafted profusely from my palm thereafter.

When I shook hands with a clean shaven barber; smiling amicably as I
noticed
an effeminate tinge of polish on his nails,
The handshake was as frigid as a slithering worm; also I had to scrub
my palms
vigorously after the same; to free them from the unscrupulous strands
of hair
and shampoo; incorrigibly clinging tightly.

When I shook hands with a flamboyant model; gently entwining my hands
in her
dainty fingers,
The handshake was as cold as frozen ice; and I had to wash my hands
with
stringent acid soon after; to get rid of the vanity aroma that nearly
choked
me to death.

When I shook hands with the bespectacled doctor; confidently gripping
the back
of his hand in mine,
The handshake was a replica of the printed encyclopedia; and I almost
swooned
on the ground after inhaling the despicable odor of chlorine and potent
antiseptic.

When I shook hands with a madman; prudently catching him unaware when
he was
snoozing under the sun,
The handshake seemed to last till eternity; almost engendering me to
abdicate
my breath; as the imbecile idiot displayed no signs releasing me;
against the
most resilient of my efforts.

When I shook hands with the meticulous business tycoon; in an ambience
inundated with majestic drapery and redolent flowers,
The handshake was the most sophisticated I had ever encountered; and I
deliberately rolled my hands in sordid sand after the same; to add some
vibrancy; break free from the impeccable aura of the superficial
corporate
world.

When I shook hands with the convict; incarcerated behind iron bars of
the
dingy prison,
The handshake was murderous; also the agony in his cold blooded eyes;
the
nefarious devil lurking in his brow; made me scamper at electric speeds
towards the exit gate.

When I shook hands with the drunken truck driver; soaring past verdant
landscapes; the splendidly gorgeous valleys,
The handshake was pretty bizarre; as he treated my petite palms like
the
steering wheel of his vehicle; maneuvering them frantically in several
directions at a time.

When I shook hands with the bare chested washerman; in the midst of his
fervent washing activity,
The handshake was as slippery as the shimmering dolphin; and he almost
squashed my hands against the obdurate floor; overwhelmingly replete
with a
soapy bath of detergent and carbolic.

And eventually when I shook hands with the soldier; in a backdropp of
guns;
marching commandos; and hostile war,
The handshake this time was 'THE PERFECT HANDSHAKE'; as he fearlessly
entangled his fingers in mine; and the fragrance of his loyalty
lingered till
times greater than eternity in my eyes; as I saluted his indomitable
spirit;
the tenacity in his persona to emancipate life for his country.



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