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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 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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| »The impeccable air |
When I study the softness and true intimacy of the air, It encapsulates my mind with an altruistic blare. The velvety touch, the shadowy grace, Have evaporated fully without a trace. The hot and blistering breeze, Has made the cool atmosphere cease. The salty scent of air near the volatile sea, Has always satisfied hordes of humming bee, And filled innocent minds of school children with lots of glee. The ravenous smell of the sweet blue air, Has made man go near it, For he has in his mind a plethora of thoughts; but no fear, And as the scorching Sun filters through the sky, The arid air mass cries aloud, To get the sympathy of thin wisps of invisible clouds. |
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| »The Indian Cow |
WHITE SKIN FOLDS hanging loosely, curved tusks of ivory jutting from skull, large ear flaps providing drafts of air, scaring away hoards of flies, big eyeballs shining in car light, nasal apertures covered with secreted slime, long tail attached to a fringe of hair, projecting from recesses of fleshy hind-side, hunched back resulting in slow walking pace, black hooves stuck to leg cartilage, working incessantly in undulating hot soil, absorbing crisp rays of midday sun, with metal liners fixed to its leg, irrespective of age, time, health, giving liters of milk in a single day, squeezed out deftly from suspended teats, living on mere grass, a pure herbivorous disposition, sometimes sighted consuming sewage and paper, eaten as tasty beef meat in some nations, considered as sacrosanct on Indian soil, given the status of milk yielding mother, grazing quietly on grasslands of fertility, with occasional baths in monsoon rain-ponds, the Indian cow sure commands loads of respect. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The inner voice of my mind |
I thought of swimming in the sparkling waters of the lake, the inner voice of mind held me back saying, deathly green waters will suck you deep within the point of no return. i mused on skiing down the ice clad mountain, the inner voice of mind refrained me from doing so, as mighty avalanches of snow would strangulate me, burying me a few feet beneath the frozen coat of spring water. i pondered on penning a few lines of composition, the inner voice of mind made strong inroads of denial, saying that the carbon ink was sure to leak, creating embarrassed smudges on the flawless sheet of paper. i speculated on investing in the stock market, the inner voice of mind guffawed in pools of laughter, admonishing me from proceeding forward, as the entire index would collapse within seconds of my investment. i visualized gulping large barrels of tropical coconut water, the inner voice of mind stringently halted my stream of fantasy thought, reinforcing my mind with obnoxious visions of the water containing traces of snake poison. i perceived of spending my life with the person who loved me, as usual the inner voice of mind prompted me to alter my course of action, acquainting me of the dire consequences likely to follow, this time though beats of my heart were stronger than tunes of mind, facilitating me to work antagonistic to the mind, execute a perception into pragmatic reality, despite the precarious influence of INNER VOICE OF MIND (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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| »The instrument indespensable |
The instrument indispensable to stay happy was to stay contented, The instrument indispensable to feel warm; was to consume a pitcher full of sizzling tea, The instrument indispensable to unrelentingly fight like a true stalwart; was courage blended with lots of brawn, The instrument indispensable to swim in the choppy waves of ocean; was dexterous swirling of the hands and feet, The instrument indispensable to produce ravishing fragrance; was the ornately embellished crimson rose, The instrument indispensable to uninhibitedly laugh; was to be tickled voraciously in the intricate ribs, The instrument indispensable to quench thirst; was crystalline sacs of mountain water, The instrument indispensable to decode accurate time; was a compactly studded wrist watch, The instrument indispensable to run a computer; was a plethora of coherent microchips, The instrument indispensable to run marathon distance at swashbuckling speeds; was the tenacity of the leg, The instrument indispensable to fly a kite at astronomical heights in the sky; was a pliable and slender string, The instrument indispensable to fumigate infection and gloom from distant corners of the globe; was dazzling rays of sunshine, The instrument indispensable to hysterically sob; was the salinity in the eyes juxtaposed with tribulation, The instrument indispensable to inundate blank canvas with rustic streaks of color; was a articulately sculptured paint brush, The instrument indispensable to produce loads of salubrious milk; was the mother cow, The instrument indispensable to inculcate overwhelming strength in the body; was to perseveringly work and consume food, The instrument indispensable to produce fiery sensations in the palms; was to vigorously knead them, The instrument indispensable to feel miserably cold; was to stand on the summit of the mountain bereft of any clothes, The instrument indispensable to produce itching in the scalp; was abhorrent dandruff, The instrument indispensable to produce blazing fires; was a wildly strewn pile of baked twigs, The instrument indispensable to produce torrential rain; was a conglomerate of black thunder clouds, The instrument indispensable to illuminate a cloistered room; was waves of white electricity, The instrument indispensable to produce fetid smell; was a mountain of orphan sewage, The instrument indispensable to produce mesmerizing tunes; was the eloquent and mystical nightingale, The instrument indispensable to produce pools of ghastly blood; was the nefarious nozzle of the automatic gun, The instrument indispensable to provoke violence; was discriminating illusions of religion, The instrument indispensable to produce sleep; was feeling exorbitantly exhausted, And the instrument indispensable to live; was incessantly love; and incorporate the same in the hearts of the commoner. (c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved. |
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