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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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| »The heart will follow |
If you indefatigably dream of the radiantly glistening sky; the flamboyantly blistering Sun; will inevitably follow, If you relentlessly dream to float in the magnificently voluptuous clouds; the astronomically unprecedented summits; will inevitably follow, If you intransigently dream to irrefutably succeed; thunderbolts of vibrantly mesmerizing prosperity; will inevitably follow, If you incorrigibly dream of everlasting happiness; the blanket of unconquerably uninhibited philanthropism; will inevitably follow, If you timelessly dream of invincibly immortal peace; the web of divinely sacrosanct wisdom; will inevitably follow, If you timelessly dream of the piquantly ravishing ocean; the gloriously impregnable festoon of royal sharks; will inevitably follow, If you tirelessly dream of the voluptuously majestic night; the garland of exotically glittering and seductive stars; will inevitably follow, If you unequivocally dream of flirtatiously divine mischief; the realms of stupendously impeccable childhood; will inevitably follow, If you immutably dream of euphoric poignancy; the incredulously emphatic mirrors of the scintillating eye; will inevitably follow, If you irrevocably dream of charismatically tantalizing smiles; the marvelously unassailable impressions of innocuous lips; will inevitably follow, If you incorrigibly dream of perpetual beauty; the celestial lap of your Omnipotent mother; will inevitably follow, If you endlessly dream of unsurpassably augmenting melody; the voice of the bountifully enthralling nightingale; will inevitably follow, If you unceasingly dream of perennially Omnipresent fragrance; the flower of astoundingly symbiotic mankind; will inevitably follow, If you insatiably dream of ingratiatingly exquisite calligraphy; the feather tipped pen dipped in wonderfully scarlet ink; will inevitably follow, If you intractably dream of vivaciously unraveling compassion; the stupendously incomprehensible wave of humanity; will inevitably follow, If you uncompromisingly dream of intriguingly enigmatic flirtation; the spell binding hills of boisterously robust youth; will inevitably follow, If you eternally dream of immaculately glittering triumph; the spirit of overwhelmingly transpiring patriotism; will inevitably follow, If you boundlessly dream of unflinchingly Omniscient light; the rays of formidably benign hope; will inevitably follow, If you perpetually dream of ubiquitously bonding brotherhood; the Omnipresent religion of Godly humanity; will inevitably follow, If you inexhaustibly dream of enamoringly blooming life; the fireballs of tenaciously ardent breath; will inevitably follow, And if you incessantly dream of fabulously everlasting love; the immortal beats of the sensitively beautiful heart; will inevitably follow…. ©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved. |
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| »The Heaven of Immortal Love…. |
THERE ARE SOMETHING’S THAT LAST FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER… Like the unflinchingly fiery blaze of the majestic Sun; which wholesomely beheaded even the most insouciant trace of hideous negativity; with its eternally subliming shine, Like the sporadically enthusing twinkling of the starts; which provided those inevitably unconquerable beams of hope; in the ghastily asphyxiating blackness of the treacherous midnight, Like the undauntedly ravishing roar of the ocean; whose each enigmatic wave profoundly blessed the diabolically cold-blooded rocks; with its ecstatically tangy spray, Like the astoundingly miraculous virility of mother soil; which indefatigably spawned into the most bountiful creations of tomorrow; despite bearing the brunt of war and vindictive nuclear attack; a countless times, Like the fathomless fantasizing power of the brain; which could perceive in an infinite directions beyond the land of infinity; even though the body was heartlessly circumscribed within the cadaverous iron bars of prison, Like the unassailably princely perfume of the scarlet rose; which only knew how to disseminate the mantra of perennially fructifying compassion; amongst one and all entities alive, Like the peerlessly inimitable melody in the nightingale’s voice; which left its own awe-inspiring mark even in an atmosphere; which was dolorously plagiarized with the sounds of abhorrent war and prejudice, Like the glamorously golden dewdrops on the carpet of velvety grass; which incorrigibly clung like a newborn child every wintry night; and then ushered the ultimate utopia; to every drearily lambasted sole that transgressed, Like the religion of everlasting humanity; which inherently inhabited every single droplet of blood; that unabashedly ran through the veins of symbiotic organism alive, Like the infallible exultation in the wind; which perpetuated a spirit of ubiquitous triumph; into every lividly beleaguered chest; inconsolably drooping towards its grave, Like the pragmatic ticking of the clock; which never let the crux of blessed life vapidly deteriorate and die; even after veritable death had mercilessly confiscated poignant breath, Like the undefeated iridescent charisma of the Moon; which metamorphosed the complexion of the goriest of night; into the throne of celestially venerated queen, Like the unparalleled vivaciousness of the Rainbow; which triggered the desire to effulgently live; in even a man whose both feet were sinking at a speed faster than light; into his jinxed corpse, Like the universally insatiable thirst for goodness; that victoriously lingered in every innocuous soul; on the trajectory of this insuperably consecrated earth, Like the voice of brilliantly unfettered truth; that not only forever massacred the morbid graveyard of wanton lies; but made sure that it never ever could insanely palpitate on the cradle of the planet divine, Like the invincibly breathtaking epitome of Everest; from which the entire globe looked handsomely alike; irrespective of caste; creed; status; religion; color or spurious tribe, Like the inscrutably curled lines of the palm; which masterfully depicted the innumerable twists and turns; gave birth to the river of spell-binding destiny in every single organisms life, Like the ardent breath which synergistically wafted from each nostril; which engendered even the most deadened of ghosts to once again; gallop and royally replenish with spectacularly enthralling life, And then of course there existed the ‘Father & Mother’ of all of the above; which bonded all these elements and an infinite more goodness forever together; which was the heaven of “Immortal Love” ©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The heavenly beats were mine |
The marvelously impeccable eyes were hers; while the unprecedented excitement that shimmered relentlessly in them; was solely and immortally mine, The immaculately divine palms were hers; while the enigmatically inscrutable lines profusely incarcerated within; were solely and immortally mine, The intricately voluptuous feet were hers; while the seductively gorgeous trail of footprints that they left; were solely and immortally mine, The majestically tantalizing belly was hers; while the unparalleled titillation that it triggered all night and day; was solely and immortally mine, The gregariously heavenly lips were hers; while the smile that they celestially generated; was solely and immortally mine, The enarmoringly ravishing hair were hers; while the mesmerizing trail of rhapsodic fantasy that they swirled into; was solely and immortally mine, The gorgeously charismatic earlobes were hers; while the unfathomable repertoire of mystical reverberations that they evolved; were solely and immortally mine, The spotlessly sacrosanct conscience was hers; while the rainbow of irrefutably unflinching ideals that they radiated; were solely and immortally mine, The conglomerate of impregnably convivial teeth were hers; while the ebullient tenacity with which they ardently masticated; was solely and immortally mine, The alluringly resplendent cheeks were hers; while the compassionate flurry of poignant blushes that they erupted into; were solely and immortally mine, The ecstatically princely fingers were hers; while the royal artistry that they fulminated into every unleashing minute of the day; was solely and immortally mine, The passionately crimson and volatile blood was hers; while the perennially new life that it bestowed upon whomsoever it cascaded; was solely and immortally mine, The ingratiatingly golden dew drops of perspiration were hers; while the incomprehensibly ebullient scent that they culminated into; was solely and immortally mine, The boisterously bouncing adams apple was hers; while the insurmountable melody that it bloomed into; was solely and immortally mine, The philanthropically intrepid shoulders were hers; while the unimaginable benevolence that they hoisted; was solely and immortally mine, The majestically shimmering shadow was hers; while the tale of indefatigable nostalgia that it eternally weaved; was solely and immortally mine, The invincibly euphoric soul was hers; while the fabulously emphatic triumph that it disseminated; was solely and immortally mine, The delectably innocuous nostrils were hers; while the perpetually passionate breath that they blissfully exhaled; was solely and immortally mine, And the fervently throbbing heart was hers; while the heavenly beats that it magnetically expelled to blend with the rising Sun; were solely and immortally mine…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The History teacher |
I listened with rapt attention to the sonorous voice, my feet were locked in recesses of tight boot, body besieged with several coats of salty sweat juice, hands trapped in dark realms of trouser pocket, loose chalk powder smeared on curls of scalp hair, large palms soaked in a blend of fountain ink and perspiration, with a carton of paper sprawled before me, bulky textbook volumes to be read for the day, i was getting restless by the passing clock second, as streaks of grey camouflaged the sky, droplets of fresh monsoon pelted down in savage fury, large masses of mundane crowd shouted in animated glee, while me and my counterpart mates absorbed the stringent voice of our history teacher. the situation had risen beyond limits of tolerance, our hearts throbbed in mounting excitement, scorched bodies of ours bathed in pools of exhaustion, each syllable he uttered struck us with magnified intensity, restless feet trampled the sun baked floor, while our teeth clusters gnawed every possible inch of object in proximity, as we formulated mischivious plans of getting respite, from crowded interiors of the obnoxious classroom. we collected small pinches of red chilli extract, ground it into small fragments of powder mix, hurled it in chorused unison towards the man who taught us in dedication, galloped out to smell waves diffusing from freshly soaked mud, as the history teacher held his face in contorted dismay, admiring the extravagant courage of aspiring youth existing in the brand new millenium. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The house lizard |
Clawed feet stuck to concrete wall, emanating wildly from my 10 cm body, propagating sandpaper effect as i run, traversing few miles of territory, stealthily encroaching communities of insects, nibbling spider with my lips, gulping ants, mosquitoes, swarms of flies, feasting myself on tender bird egg, bread crumbs, stale fruit, cheese chunks, i ravish, inhabiting faulty crevice in decayed plaster, clinging all night to high voltage bulb, breeding in pitch dark corners of gutter pipe, several of my shape i procreate, with tiny beads of twin black eyes, shooting a fountain of blood when attacked, climbing high rise structures devoid support, i have a lengthy period of survival, prowling boldly into the cleanest of environment, flickering my tail when provoked by kin, possessing the capacity to regenerate it, i'll trespass in your house with informal ease, I need no invitation, 0! yes i am indeed a dirty brown house lizard (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The human brain |
The more unrelentingly that you stretched it; the more did it explore; every cranny of this astoundingly fathomless Universe, The more incessantly that you taxed it; the more incomprehensibly sharper did it become; as the minutes unfurled, The more indefatigably that you kept it awake; the more rhapsodically did it fantasize; about the voluptuously exotic creations of this planet, The more ardently that you stirred it; the more boundlessly did it fulminate into a marvelous festoon of ideas; which possessed the invincible power to blend sky with chocolate brown soil, The more unendingly that you manipulated it; the more shrewdly astute did it become; contemplating infinite steps further; before even you could actually alight your nimble foot, The more tumultuously that you let it loose; the more rampantly did it wander; tirelessly adding fabulous dimensions to the dwindling chapter of existence, The more ferociously that you reprimanded it; the more stupendously did it coin it plans; to infiltrate through the most impregnable of chains, The more magnanimously that you unleashed it; the more prudence and knowledge did it imbibe; grasping an incredulous ocean of newness as the sun peeped from behind scarlet clouds, The more that you made it run; the more uncontrollable did it become; relentlessly chasing its favorite fetish; even as your soul left for its celestial abode, The more that you teased it; the more gloriously stupefying inventions did it produce; wholesomely metamorphosing the definitions of monotonously mundane tomorrow, The more that you made it perennially sleep; the more dreams did it marvelously perceive; enchantingly galloping in a land beyond fathomlessly wonderful paradise, The more that you challenged it; the more immortally formidable did it become; registering unconquerable triumph on every adversity; which lingered invidiously in gigantic atmosphere, The more that you seductively burnt it; the more passionately did it catapult towards jubilant cosmos; profusely stimulating the dreariness of the ghastly night, The more that you sadistically whipped it; the more uncontrollably did it race towards extinction; brutally transcending the blissful synergies of symbiotic relationships, The more that you tried to conventionally incarcerate it; the more bonds did it form with the winds of ultimate freedom; royally galloping to fulfill its romantic missions in life, The more that you torched it with volcano’s of hatred; the more faster did it head towards the pathways of self destruction; maliciously closing breath from all quarters of hope, The more that you pompously polished it; the more compassionately did it embrace the rustic roots of rudimentary existence; abhorring aliens as much as a fish abhors dry sand, The more you commanded it to love; the more devotedly did it exist for countless more births yet to come; deluging each element of your survival with everlasting happiness, Worse than a child at times; Conquering barricades within a wink when in the perfect mood; Heading at electric speeds towards its grave without the slightest rhyme or reason; While at times taking an immutable pledge to be forever alive, THE HUMAN BRAIN WAS SOMETIMES YOUR OBEDIENT SLAVE, WHILE AT TIMES REFUSED ALL HEAVENS TO BE YOUR ULTIMATE MASTER… (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The human breath |
It occurs all day and night, through hairy pipes of soft flesh, contracting and expanding the lung apparatus, consuming vital oxygen from atmosphere, bellowing crisp draughts of air in blood, inflating belly pouches for flash seconds, imparting vibrant energy to pounding heart, embracing throat windpipe with soft cushion, prompting production of waste in chambers of gas, reinforcing body defense to disease, radiating natural air conditioning in flesh stuck to skeleton, regenerating worn out tissue cells, purifying dark red liquid flowing through veins, filtering shell stones from kidney sac, heating cheek and ear when done rapidly, reinvigorating intricate parts of brain, occurring in gasps, shallow inhalation, puffed sensations, even at work while in deep waters, impossible to be stopped for more than a minute, an involuntary reflex possesed by all living, striking against sticky nasal foreign matter, while entering the body, is the beautiful and reliable human breath. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The human mind is unbelievable |
Delving infinite kilometers even above the satiny clouds; rhapsodically exploring blue bits of mystical atmosphere, Dancing beneath silvery beams of moon light; with an overwhelmingly uncanny urge to probe into paths never transgressed on, Envisaging beyond ordinary anecdotes of mundane life; fervently wanting to sky rocket to the absolute edge of the whirling tornado, Intriguingly cracking infinite enigmas of existence; yet insatiably desiring to lay its hands on countless more puzzles loitering in sinister doom, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease…. Ardently desiring to slip into a fantasy which never ends; witnessing a cloudburst of mesmerizing dreams even under the most stringently sweltering rays of sunshine, Galloping at a speed faster than that of dazzling light; chasing the shadows which lingered even in the most obsoletely dilapidated corners of free space, Blending with an unending myriad of tunes; evolving boundless rhymes simply out of thin bits of air, Plummeting several feet beneath raw soil; unrelentingly searching for the remotest traces of alluring exoticism, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease…. Insurmountably functioning all day like the vivaciously ticking clock; getting more vociferous than thunderbolts of lightening leaping down from the unfathomably vast sky, Flapping its wings into the territory which appeared to be the most treacherously unknown; feeling every inconspicuous object sprawled in vicinity, Drawn inevitably towards the inexplicably colossal; unrestricted in movement of any kind or form, Slithering like an untamed reptile; unpredictably loitering in a dense forest of its vividly everlasting perceptions, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease…. Performing a dance of profusely enchanting melody every unfurling second; inquisitive about each new aspect in the game called life, Roaring thunderously like a striped panther towards the winds of oblivion; fulminating like an uninhibited volcano when stirred at times, Innovating relentlessly; with an inexorably longing to embark on fathomless new expeditions in the course of existence, Imbibing whatever might be even of the most infinitesimal interest to its cells; probing indefatigably into every conceivable vista of freshly rejuvenating energy, O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable; simply refraining to cease…. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The hypochondriac |
He felt as if the solid roof of his house would abruptly collapse, Burying him beneath a conglomerate of cement and bare brick. He felt as if someone was following him in the darkened ambience of the night, Would stab him with unrelenting strokes of switchblade knife. He felt as if he would drown in shallow waters of the pool, If he ever ventured to take a plunge and swim. He felt as if there were wailing monsters descending from the sky, Ready to rip apart precious chunks from his anatomy. He felt as if the food he ate had traces of lethal venom, Vomited his bowels clean prior to gulping even a morsel of food. He felt as if the glass would shatter into infinite splinters, The moment he caressed it with silken smooth fingers. He felt he was brutally contaminated and impious, The instant he touched the silver door knob obscured by minute linings of dust powder. He felt as if human blood would trickle instead of mineral water, If he stood under the protuberant nozzles of the bathroom shower. He felt as if brittle tip of the pen would break, Gallons of ink flow rampantly; the second he flexed his fingers to scribble. He felt as if the liquid he consumed would strangulate his throat vein, Suffocating intricate pipes leading to his brain. He felt as if the soil would sink him in its colossal lap, If he dared stepping on barren pinches of clay mud. He felt as if a cluster of scorpion would pop out from his mouth, The instant he hoisted his jaw to speak. He felt sick; encompassed with intimidating bouts of fever; when his body felt a trifle warm after basking in sunlit rays. He knew he was dying a ghastly death every unleashing minute of life, Confronted with ludicrous ridicule from the society, There were several of his kind spending their entire lives in cloistered rebuke, With every filtering beam of dawn looming large as shivering night, C’mon friends lets do the best we possibly can to help the HYPOCHODRIAC. |
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| »The ideal heart |
The ideal height is the one; that can stand tall and domineering in a crowd bustling with infinite number of unruly pedestrians, The ideal weight is the one; that can facilitate a person to sprint like a panther; even in the most obsolete of his dreams, The ideal skin is the one; which can bear the brunt of sweltering sun; as well as be unflinching in the winds of freezing winter, The ideal feet are ones; which assist the wanderer to step even on smoldering fires, The ideal eyes are the ones; which emanate a glimmer to live; even when tightly closed, The ideal hand is the one; that defends you singlehandedly; imparting you with the tenacity to lead life; even when confronted with a battalion of thorns, The ideal tongue is the one; that oscillates to produce voice; silences its critics as and when required, The ideal stomach is the one; which scrupulously digests food; keeps itself well in proportion; to stand good stead in front of the acerbic society, The ideal cheeks are the ones; which blush sporadically; adding tinges of robust vibrancy to the otherwise pallid atmosphere, The ideal thumb is the one; which punches the air in triumph to announce irrevocable victory, The ideal armpits are the ones; which remain submerged in silver perspiration; after performing an arduous days work, The ideal shirt is the one; which scintillates impeccably; even after passing through the dust storm, The ideal tooth is the one; that chews indefatigably; till the last bud of taste is appeased and satisfied, The ideal hair is the one; which cascades down in splendid harmony; shimmering majestically under the moon, The ideal nail is the one; that scratches like a wild cat; embedding the attackers flesh with numerous numbers vicious wounds; in order to survive, The ideal walk is the one; which perpetuates the head to be always held high, The ideal prayer is the one; which asks God to bestow upon his masses the virtue of brotherhood and equality, The ideal religion is the one; which since years unprecedented has always respected humanity, The ideal philosophy is the one; which allows to live and to blissfully let live, The ideal pleasure is the one; which spreads a smile to the faces of all those afflicted and in bizarre pain, The ideal sacrifice is the one; in which you abdicate breath for the sake of million different souls to be born, The ideal love is the one; in which one is prepared to die for the other, The ideal breath is the one; which evolves passionate moisture in the air after caressing it, And the ideal heart is the one; which never ceases to beat; throbs violently; each time when given doses of love… (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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