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»The best I could do

 

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to save all
those dying in the war just sitting on my couch in the
dining room; but the best I could do was to sincerely
pray to God in my mind; to save the innocent from
brutal atrocity and death,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to predict what
was going on behind the solid brick wall; but the best
I could do was to try and evacuate; the person trapped
therein; scared and petrified to the last bone down
his spine; in an ambience enveloped with stinging
scorpion and black cockroach,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to perceive
whether it would be my wife or a complete stranger as
I hoisted the telephone receiver; but the best I could
do was to patiently listen; and then retort back with
the most consummate answers that came to my
conscience,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to cognize as
to what depths would I strike water beneath the soil;
but the best I could do was to tenaciously plough the
same using both my hands; till the time my
perspiration yielded those crystalline droplets I was
so frantically searching for; to pacify my thirst,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to contemplate
upon the exact number of apples hidden within the
dense foliage of the gigantic tree; but the best I
could do was to sedulously clamber up the same;
dexterously use my fingers and thumb to nimbly pluck
them; before consuming them with unprecedented gusto
and relish,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to envisage the
number of humans which the diabolical shark had chewed
up alive; but the best I could do was warn as many
people as possible whom I encountered on the beach;
about the staying away from the perilous sea; and
keeping their eyes open and wide for the big fish,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to meticulously
visualize the color of the cloth stashed in the
godown's; but the best I could do was to onerously
rummage through all the piles one by one; in search of
that perfect fabric I had always dreamt of,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to
prognosticate as to who would be the first individual
I would confront when commencing the first hour of my
morning; but the best thing I could do was greet him
with a smile and congenially say 'Good Morning',

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to recite the
exact percentage of obnoxious gases circulating
perniciously in the atmosphere; but the best I could
do was to grow a new tree every day; in order to
blissfully exist and protect the environment,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to immediately
quote the name of the author who had written the
scriptures which were more than a thousand years old;
but the best I could do was to scrupulously read
through his verse; pay my homage and due admiration to
him for the pearls he had embossed,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to decipher
what exactly the mad man was saying; as he kept
opening his mouth without the slightest of sound; but
the best I could do was to help him express his ideas
better; endeavor to understand the essence of the
agony; that he might have been going through,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to forecast as
to whether it would rain or not; but the best I could
do was to assist my fellow beings afflicted with
bizarre drought; disseminate surplus water accumulated
in my backyard to as far and distant as I could; along
with softly praying to the creator,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to predict the
exact second of the day; without even looking at my
watch; but the best I could do was to gauge the hour
with the rising positions of the Sun & Moon; thereby
carry on my activities incessantly without any
negligence,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to imagine as
to how much cash was stored in the villagers account;
but the best I could do was to safeguard it at the
cost of my life; standing tall like a formidable
fortress in the path of the evil and satanic eye,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to prudently
discern the nature of an individual only a few seconds
after I met him; but the best I could do was to
establish an amicable relationship with him over a
period of time; accept his pro's and con's as a part
of erring humanity; and progressing life,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to accurately
count all the blades of grass protruding from the
fields; but the best I could do was to free a
battalion of cows and famished sheep into the same;
allow them to have the time of their lives,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to know whether
the milk I was about to gulp had traces of lethal
poison in it or not; but the best I could do was to
swallow it down my throat with my eyes blindfolded; if
someone offered it to me with loads of empathy and
love in his heart,

I admit that I didn’t have the ability to comprehend
what was lingering in her eyes; but the best I could
do was to wholesomely blend with the flames of her
romance; intermingle my breath completely in the swirl
of her love,

And I admit that I didn’t have the ability to
precisely speak out my destiny; intricately know as to
what event was going to unveil before my eyes at what
time; but the best I could do was to execute each
activity of my life with stupendous fervor;
Try and help as many people as I could in the
remaining years of my future set apart by Almighty
Lord; and lead life to its fullest possible; every
day; every hour; every minute; every second….




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

 

Invincible; yet fabulously silken; ingratiatingly
poignant; and charismatically brilliant,

Unparalleled; yet supremely satiny; melodiously
celestial; and fathomlessly blissful,

Unsurpassable; yet delightfully rhapsodic; divinely
feathery; and astoundingly compassionate,

Formidable; yet overwhelmingly profuse; serenely
fantastic; and gloriously placating,

O! yes love was a bountifully showering cloud; that
put all traumatic apprehensions to an eternal rest; O!
yes love was immortally and irrefutably; simply THE
BEST…



Flamboyant; yet romantically pacific; surreally
blossoming; and incredulously spell-binding,

Tumultuous; yet voluptuously fragrant; seductively
titillating; and harmoniously incarcerating,

Overpowering; yet delectably dainty; ebulliently
captivating; and mystically enchanting,

Ever Pervading; yet astronomically beautiful;
perpetually mesmerizing; and enigmatically caressing,

O! yes love was a perennially cascading rain of
unprecedented happiness; that was the most Omnipotent
panacea for all inexplicable gloom; O! yes love was
immortally and irrefutably; simply THE BEST….



Passionate; yet unbelievably forgiving; stupendously
radiant; and prolifically proliferating,

Piquant; yet magically tranquil; handsomely robust;
and miraculously contented,

Blazing; yet wonderfully gratifying; ubiquitously
united; and tantalizingly alluring,

Fulminating; yet philanthropically blessing; jauntily
smiling; and pricelessly bonding,

O! yes love was an Omnipresent seed embedded in all
hearts one and alike; that imparted the most richest
reason to life; O! yes love was immortally and
irrefutably; simply THE BEST….



Triumphant; yet articulately appeasing; nimbly
fantasizing; and eloquently shimmering,

Galloping; yet rosily philandering; gorgeously
cooling; and sparklingly resplendent,

Candid; yet ravishingly attractive; emphatically
commiserating; and benevolently humanitarian,

Omniscient; yet uninhibitedly embracing; humbly
simplistic; and royally enlightening,

O! yes love was the ultimate religion of humanity;
that impregnably coalesced all tribes irrespective of
caste; creed and color alike; O! yes love was
immortally and irrefutably; simply THE BEST…
 
»The beats of Immortal Love

 

Enigmatic were the beats of the heavenly waterfall;
pelting in ecstatic unison on the chain of
fathomlessly mesmerizing rocks,

Melodious were the beats of the enchanting lotus;
charismatically swaying in the rhapsodically tangy
breeze that enveloped the air from all sides,

Ravishing were the beats of the seductive clouds;
boundlessly tantalizing the colossal Universe with
their compassionately vivid sensuousness,

Fabulous were the beats of the fecund bees; tirelessly
disseminating into an ocean of unfathomably beautiful
honey; as the Sun blazed to its most unprecedentedly
profound radiance in azure sky,

Blissful were the beats of the rustling trees;
vivaciously casting a mist of ardently endless desire;
even in the heart of the most dolorously deadened
night,

Tantalizing were the beats of the poignant sea;
exotically swirling to indefatigably blend with silken
carpets of timelessly endowing sky,

Fascinating were the beats of the majestic eagle;
beautifully flapping its royal wings till times beyond
eternity; celestially embracing the heavenly winds,

Symbiotic were the beats of melanging mankind; where
all organism irrespective of caste; creed and spurious
tribe; iridescently coalesced into the religion of
unconquerably scintillating humanity,

Triumphant were the beats of the patriotic soldier;
unflinchingly confronting even the most ghastily
acrimonious impediment with an innocuous smile,

Truculent were the beats of the unforgiving cyclone;
disastrously devastating even the most infinitesimal
speck of holistic life in vicinity; to preposterously
threadbare shit,

Exuberant were the beats of the opalescent butterfly;
mischievously fluttering its wings; under the
Omnipotently dazzling rays of the afternoon Sun,

Nonchalant were the beats of the lugubrious tortoise;
lackadaisically snoring on swampy soil; even as an
unsurpassable battalion of panthers ferociously roared
in from all sides,

Blistering were the beats of the glistening desert;
unrelentingly flaming full throttle; every unfurling
minute of the sweltering day and even in the
entrenchment of tranquilly serene midnight,

Holistic were the beats of the divinely saint;
unfurling each shade of his philanthropically
magnanimous life; to the service of eternally endowing
and scintillating mankind,

Invincible were the beats of mesmerizing friendship;
ebulliently evolving into a mist of unbreakable
togetherness; to jubilantly unveil into the
astronomically aristocratic colors of vivid life,

Exhilarating were the beats of intrepid adventure;
blossoming into overwhelmingly thunderous newness; as
every lane led into the echoes of the uncannily
unknown,

Ingratiating were the beats of the dancing peacock;
tantalizing even the most appallingly gruesome corpse
of grizzly blood; to wholesomely blend with the
magically regale rhythm of mother nature,

Piquant were the beats of uninhibited candidness;
propelling untamed fires to erupt into the timidly
grandiloquent soul; diffusing a cloudburst of effusive
poignancy in even the most insipid arena of the
atmosphere,

Miraculous were the beats of Omniscient breath;
gloriously instilling life in even the most blood
soaked corpses of the devil; proving the most
fantastic panacea to lead the chapter of mystically
undulating life,

And Immortal were the beats of Godly love; bonding
every organism; caste; creed; color and stature on the
trajectory of this gigantic planet; into the mantra of
unshakable oneness; into the paradise of wonderful
sharing; into the fragrance of everlastingly united
existence….

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Best of the best of the Infinite best

 

I didn’t want to be like the best ocean on this Universe; unrelentingly
kissing nothing else but the gloriously pristine shores,

I didn’t want to be like the best mountain on this Universe;
unassailably
towering like an unflinching citadel; even in the most hedonistically
acrimonious of maelstroms,

I didn’t want to be like the best forest on this Universe; mystically
swishing to the exuberantly enigmatic winds of time; all night and
beautiful
day,

I didn’t want to be like the best pearl on this Universe; unconquerably
enthralling even the most treacherously alien; with my resplendently
majestic shimmer and shine,

I didn’t want to be like the best statue on this Universe;
indefatigably
having a gargantuan battalion of impeccable devotees; flocking my feet
in
humble obeisance and perennially round the clock,

I didn’t want to be like the best flower on this Universe; unbelievably
pacifying even the most horrendously unlimited trace of pain; with my
stupendously royal scent,

I didn’t want to be like the best cloud on this Universe; perpetually
deluging every disconcertingly bereaved cranny of parched earth; with
my
exotically tantalizing raindrops,

I didn’t want to be like the best watch on this Universe; nonplussing
even
the most astonishingly ingenious of organisms with my timelessly
ticking and
invincible perfection,

I didn’t want to be like the best dwelling on this Universe;
assimilating
even the most infinitesimally insipid beauty of this romantically
panoramic
planet; in my blissfully compassionate swirl,

I didn’t want to be like the best artist on this Universe; miraculously
churning an unfathomable ocean of godliness; even in the most inanely
pulverized scrap of impoverished paper,

I didn’t want to be like the best philosopher on this Universe; with
even
the most indomitable of superpowers bowing down like flaccid mice; on
my
incongruously bohemian feet,

I didn’t want to be like the best bird on this Universe; magically
sailing
like an impregnable prince through even portions above azure sky;
stooping
down with extraordinarily nonchalant ease; to pluck at the fish of my
choice,

I didn’t want to be like the best clown on this Universe; perpetuating
even
the most drearily dying entity; to fulminate into a cloudburst of
enchantingly newborn laughter,

I didn’t want to be like the best prodigy on this Universe; perpetually
shutting the mouths of every single entity elder to me with my
uncannily
inimitable charisma; and right since the very first cry of my life,

I didn’t want to be like the best adventurer on this Universe;
intrepidly
singing through an indefatigable number of arcane twists and turns;
fearlessly snoozing with the snakes all throughout the heart of
iridescently
twinkling midnight,

I didn’t want to be like the best lover on this Universe;
altruistically
sacrificing my infinite lives and breath; for the person I so
impregnably
cherished and loved,

I didn’t want to be like the best fragrance on this Universe;
incredulously
titillating one and all handsomely alike; with my eternally spell
binding
scent,

I didn’t want to be like the best luminary on this Universe;
perennially
radiating and marvelously serenaded; by unshakable cynosure; cynosure
and
just relentless cynosure,

I just wanted to be myself; I just wanted to be the human I was
destined to
be; For in the first case no entity tangible or intangible; no organism
or
human on this planet could ever be or ever dream of being the best; as
the “
Best” would perpetually remain the Almighty Lord who had created them
all,

All of them as a holistically symbiotic institutions in themselves;
blissfully proliferating the mantra’s of his sacrosanct existence; but
still
ethereally infinitesimal molecules when compared to his Omnipotent
stature;
as he was the only ultimate; the only BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE
BEST….

©COPYRIGHT—2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»The Best Ride

 

WHEN I TOOK a ride in the aircraft flying at unprecedented heights; I initially felt besieged by waves of tumultuous exhilaration,
I was immensely enjoying my expedition; when suddenly the plane nose-dived towards the ground; and I found myself pulverized to splinters; along with the plush upholstery.


When I took a ride in the submarine transgressing through fathomless depths of seawater; there was an overwhelming feeling of conquering the aquatic world; that circumvented my persona,
However after a while I felt uneasy envisaging the exorbitant rates that I had paid for the journey; also a trifle harried at witnessing minuscule droplets of water leaking through its body


When I took a ride in the swanky car; dictating a volley of orders to the meticulously dressed chauffeur; I felt like an uncrowned king,
Although infinite strands of hair stood up in poignant alacrity; a river of sweat descended down my cheek; when he acrimoniously retorted back compressing the accelerator to full angularity; and the automobile sky rocketed into the menacing rocks.


When I took a ride on a donkey; the innocuous creature unflinchingly compromised to my bulky weight,
But my felicity wasn’t to last for long; as after a while it violently tossed me high in the air; eventually toppling me on the ground to make me lick disdainful mud from my face.


When I took a ride in the city bus; I felt insurmountably secure while at the same time paying inconspicuous rates for the travel,
However after a few minutes the atmosphere became thoroughly claustrophobic; and there was an incessant pandemonium of unruly voices drifting in my ears.


When I took a ride sitting on the mammoth elephant; profoundly admiring the panoramic view that unleashed itself while trespassing through the dense forests; I felt stabbed by an ocean of wild rhapsody,
Although after a while when the beast got exhausted; it petulantly sprayed a fountain of water on my face; hoisting the same from the monsoon river.

When I took a ride on a primordial bicycle; in the beginning I felt spurts of robust enthusiasm rise high in my blood,
However after unrelentingly pedaling in the sun; my feet got immensely dreary and I collapsed in a bedraggled heap on the earth.


When I took a ride in the gigantic and revolving Ferris wheel; I perceived the entire world as a dancing fairy,
Although as time elapsed my head started to inevitably feel heavy; my eyes looked supremely bleary; and there were irascible sensations to puke out what I had just eaten for supper.


When I took a ride on the preposterously huge whale; clinging tightly to its magnificent back; I felt stupendous freshness of the ocean winds inundate my nostrils,
I also conceived of being in paradise; with the terrestrial planet being several miles from my sight; however my ecstasy was short lived as the fish got ravenous after a few moments and devoured me like a mosquito.


And I have now no inhibitions in divulging that the best ride; I ever had in my life was when I was a unscrupulous child tightly straddled to the back of my mother,
Relishing the perennial warmth of her effeminate scent; the stringent admonitions she gave me for not consuming my morning milk; and the magical caress of her hands through thin wisps of newly formed hair.




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

 

The best thing that the eyes could do; was to stare
indefatigably into free space; relentlessly admire the
mesmerizing treasures of this earth,

The best thing that the feet could do; was to walk
tirelessly on the path leading towards victory,

The best thing that the flower could do; was to
disseminate its aroma as far and wide as the world
existed,

The best thing that the clouds could do; was to pelt
down furiously; gargantuan droplets of rain,

The best thing that the tongue could do; was to move
vivaciously in the chamber of the throat and produce
sound,

The best thing that the birds could do; was to spread
their wings to wide angles; and then sweep buoyantly
across the sky,

The best thing that the soil could do; was to
proliferate millions of grains; evolve all the food
which was necessary for existence,

The best thing that the scorpion could do; was to
viciously swish its hideous fangs; and lethally
strike,

The best thing that the snow could do; was to melt at
lightening speeds under the celestial sun; and thereby
cascade down the mountain in rivulets of sweet water,

The best thing that the sea could do; was to rise high
and swirling towards the sky; impetuously crash its
massive assemblage of froth on the chain of
scintillating rocks,

The best thing that the sun could do; was to sizzle
darkened areas on this planet with its brilliant
shine,

The best thing that the dolphins could do; was to leap
acrobatically in the ocean; add vibrancy and color to
the otherwise pallid atmosphere,

The best thing that the telephone could do; was to
passionately ring; portray the voice of the person
opposite; crisp and crystal clear,

The best thing that the mosquito could do; was to
hover pertinently in the vicinity of the eardrum;
suckle ripe and youthful blood,

The best thing that the shirt could do; was to
completely engulf the bare chest; sequester it from
bizarre cold and shivering,

The best thing that the owl could do; was to keep
awake all night; prudently watch the activities going
on; without uttering the slightest,

The best thing that the gutter could do; was to
accumulate tones of fetid sewage; diffuse a stench
more obnoxious than the pig,

The best thing that the frog could do; was to
gleefully skip around; croak discordantly to pollute
the mystical ambience around,

The best thing that the poet could do; was to pen down
infinite lines of enchanting verse,

The best thing that the stars shining in the cosmos
could do; was to illuminate every person's fading
night,

The best thing that the child could do; was to
incessantly play; bang its innocent wrists demandingly
into its mothers belly,

The best thing that the dog could do; was to bark
vigilantly; petrify the ominous assailants to the last
bone of their spine,

The best thing that the shoe could do; was to
indiscriminately trample all that it tread upon,

The best thing that the pen could do; was chisel
intricate calligraphy; emboss the surface of bonded
paper with exquisite literature,

The best thing that the ball could do; was to bounce
as soon as it struck the hard floor,

The best thing that the candle could do; was to
profoundly brighten the atmosphere with its escalating
flames,

The best thing that the spider could do; was to ooze
out sticky juice from its body; spin silken threads of
its web in a matter of seconds,

The best thing that the glue could do; was to stick
parchments of dispersed paper into a complete and
single sheet,

The best thing that the binocular could do; was to
facilitate the evanescent tip of the mountain to
appear like a gas balloon,

The best thing that the king could do; was to
judiciously govern his empire; drown himself into the
aisles of uninhibited wine and pleasure,

The best thing that the wall clock could do; was to
keep ticking all day and night; move its hands
tirelessly in round circles to depict accurate time,

The best thing that the eraser could do; was to scrap
across jumbled lines of dirt; magically transform the
paper with a hundred blemishes into one; sparkling and
brand new,

The best thing that the mind could do; was to keep
fantasizing; perceive the most exotic; spinning in
countless different directions; even while in deep
sleep,

The best thing that the lips could do; was to stretch
themselves freely; smile and kiss,

The best thing that the muscles could do; was to swell
themselves into a perfect curve; and forcefully punch
the air,

The best thing that the key could do; was to
dexterously break open through the mechanism of the
iron lock,

The best thing that the diamond ring could do; was to
amicably occupy a place on the engagement finger,

The best thing that the matchstick could do; was to
ignite the entire warehouse; into a blazing ball of
flames,

The best thing that the rope could do; was to hoist
the pail of water from the unfathomable depths of the
well,

The best thing that the towel could do; was
scrupulously scrub all the dirt and water adhering to
the skin; metamorphosing an unruly devil into an
angel,
The best thing that the tortoise could do; was to
recede its neck back into its cozy shell; and live for
a thousand years,

The best thing that the fountain could do; was to
catapult high in the air; shower all across into
boundless droplets of delectable froth,

The best thing that the scissors could do; was to
articulately chisel shapes through cloth and paper;
chop all unnecessary bits extruding out extravagantly,

The best thing that the worms could do; was to glow
radiantly at night; while pertinently trespassing
through the jungle,

The best thing that the saliva could do; was to rot
after being spat on the ground; decay all palpable
life in proximity; capsizing it in the wrath of
disease,

The best thing that the drapery could do; was to
sequester the castle from sweltering heat; ensure that
the shadows lingered longer in acrimonious summer,

The best thing that the calculator could do; was to
decipher enigmatic sums of arithmetic; evolve
solutions to the most mind-boggling of puzzles,

The best thing that the toothbrush could do; was to
poignantly caress the armory of teeth; extricate the
last bit of dirt stuck in their cavity,

The best thing that the mouse could do; was to nibble
gaping holes into the silken floss of cloth,

The best thing that the coffin could do; was to house
the dead; impart heavenly peace to those tragically
bereaved,

The best thing that the businessman could do; was
spend hours on the floor of the stock market; adroitly
contemplating the prices of rising and falling shares,

The best thing that the heart could do; was palpitate
thunderously; romancing every instant of life,

And the best thing that a human could do; was to love
till the time he lived; try and embody the same in
each entity he confronted or was about to encounter…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The best-1

 

Prejudiced are those who baselessly dramatize,
Majestic are those who voluptuously romanticize,
Cowardly are those who meaninglessly ostracize,
Marvelous are those who unrelentingly fantasize,
Dastardly are those who treacherously traumatize,
Penurious are those who vengefully victimize,
Magicians are those who enchantingly soliloquize,
Devils are those who uncouthly penalize,
Artisans are those who articulately specialize,
Demons are those who mercilessly cauterize,
Satanic are those who spuriously philosophize,
Traitors are those who insidiously aggrandize,
Enamoring are those who ravishingly tantalize,
Resurgent are those who unflinchingly patronize,
Resolute are those who perpetually idolize,
Brave are those who magnificently acclimatize,
Greatest are those who altruistically sacrifice,
Prudent are those who sagaciously apprize,
Turgid are those who ruthlessly baptize,
Ominous are those who manipulatively plagiarize,
Patrons are those who intricately recognize,
Harbingers are those who ubiquitously rationalize,
Samaritans are those who relentlessly nationalize,
Morbid are those who incessantly vandalize,
Surreptitious are those who perilously scandalize,
Astute are those who succinctly concise,
Diabolical are those who indiscriminately pulverize,
Ingenious are those who innovatively sensationalize,
Innocuous are those who resplendently eternalize,
Bombastic are those who pretentiously glamorize,
Holistic are those who worship Sunrise,
Uncanny are those who enigmatically mysticize,
Savage are those who menacingly exorcise,
Triumphant are those who intractably epitomize,
Failures are those who wickedly avarice,
Pertinent are those who indefatigably criticize,
Enthusiasts are those who uplift bourgeoisie,
Philanthropic are those who congenially harmonize,
Obsessive are those who dogmatically habitualize,
Lovers are those who tirelessly immortalize,
Insects are those who remorsefully advice,
Monotonous are those who unreasonably legalize,
Visionaries are those who sagaciously
Institutionalize,
Blessed are those who holistically collectivize,
Alluring are those who chant moonrise,
Abominable are those who ingloriously immobilize,
Victorious are those who honestly rise,
Exhilarating are those who ebulliently surprise,
Perfectionists are those who intricately synchronize,
Meticulous are those precisely systemize,
Persevering are those who chronologically itemize,
Devout are those who blissfully traditionalize,
Cold Blooded are those who barbarically polarize,
Dictatorial are those who chauvinistically mercerize,
Unpardonable are those who satanically brutalize,
Divine are those benevolently synthesize,
Charismatic are those who humanitarianly symbolize,
Vindictive are those who unsurpassably tyrannize,
Entrepreneurs are those who coherently channelize,
Anarchists are those who rougishly agonize,
Prudent are those who quickly summarize,
Lackadaisical are those who disdainfully mechanize,
Derogatory are those who worthlessly demoralize,
Abhorrent are those who frigidly desensitize,
Opportunists are those unequivocally maximize,
Insane are those who sinfully pressurize,
Enthusing are those who spell bindingly surprise,
Gimmick are those who sleazily advertize,
Gifted are those who unbiasedly memorize,
Humane are those who naturally mortalize,
Indescribable are those who incessantly demonize,
Remarkable are those who heavenly conceptualize,
Lackluster are those who nonchalantly neutralize,
Affable are those who wholeheartedly socialize,
Corpselike are those who purposelessly sterlize,
Unpredictable are those who atrociously disguise,
Melanging are those who synergistically franchise,
Intelligent are those who poignantly familiarize,
Discerning are those who perceptively characterize,
Fairies are those who unbelievably mesmerize,
Perfectionists are those who comprehensively totalize,
Martyrs are those who selflessly actualize,
Comrades are those who uninhibitedly solemnize,
Ungainly are those who truculently terrorize,
And The best are those who sportingly realize,


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»The best way to tackle life

 

THE BEST WAY to tackle depression; was to start running rampantly; with the moonlight to guide you wherever you went,

The best way to tackle dreariness; was to splash your eyes infinite times with sea water; let the rejuvenating spray take complete control of your agonized nerves,

The best way to tackle fear; was to stare unrelentingly into the eyes of the devil; without flinching the slightest,

The best way to tackle pimples cropping up on the skin; was to scrub your face thoroughly with fresh riverside mud; commence work as soon as possible; leaving the rest upon time to heal,

The best way to tackle hysterical sorrow; was to laugh uncontrollably as if nothing happened; blend yourself wholesomely with the pragmatic present,

The best way to tackle boredom; was to frantically whistle any tune that struck your mind; stringently piercing the silence of the night,

The best way to tackle shyness and reservations; was to take a stroll every morning on the 200th floor of the building; letting the pugnacious rays of the sun; sizzling every pore of your petrified skin,

The best way to tackle a financial crisis; was presuming yourself to be the richest man in your fantasy; continuing to work with all that you were endowed with; to irrefutably succeed,

The best way to tackle the boss's insults and plethora of rebukes; was to pay heed to them with one ear; and let them pass away like non-existent wisps of smoke from the other,

The best way to tackle the hideous looking burglar, was to welcome him with a glass of chilled coke and smiles; depicting to him that you weren't a trifle perturbed by his vicious onslaught into the house,

The best way to tackle a sore throat; was to sing at the top of your lungs any tune that struck your heart; drowning yourself completely in the rhapsody of the sound; thereby converting your affliction into a beautiful asset,

The best way to tackle a stream of negativity lingering inevitably in your mind; was to resolutely iterate that you were going to win; the first thing as you woke up at the blossoming of dawn,

The best way to tackle the incessant stammering you did in front of your beloved; was to stand tall to your full height; hold back your breath for long seconds of time; before you audaciously blurted out 'I love you'; with fire blazing in your eyes,

The best way to tackle the stormy sea; was to swim against the choppy waves with insurmountable fervor; greet each swirl of water as it rose with a yell catapulting you to victory,

The best way to tackle your tears from oozing every second; was to resiliently drink them clenching your teeth; as soon as they arose,

The best way to tackle the uncouth world; was to be least affected by the lecherous society; keep surging ahead relentlessly; till the last iota of your mission was accomplished,

The best way to tackle the wildly swishing cricket ball; was to whip it left, right and center; with swashbuckling strokes of your bat,

The best way to tackle pain; was to turn a blind eye to it whenever it happened; considering yourself unsurpassably lucky in comparison to those who had already died,

The best way to tackle your urge to keep living immortally; was to realize that there wasn’t a single household in the entire universe; with all its members breathing alive,

And the best way to tackle life; was to execute your daily tasks to the pinnacle of your ability; help as many people as you encountered on the streets in some way or the other; and then leave the rest to the almighty creator…

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»The Biggest victory for me

 

The biggest happiness on this earth for me; was your velvety string of voluptuous eyelashes,

The biggest anticipation on this earth for me; was your daintily tinkling and approaching footsteps,

The biggest beauty on this earth for me; was the ensemble of ravishing hair cascading lusciously down your petite shoulders,

The biggest security on this earth for me; was your immortal embrace making me invincible against any attack of the hostile world,

The biggest festival on this earth for me; was your enchanting pair of lips enticing me to rise like an untamed arrow even from the midst of thunderous snore and sleep,

The biggest literature on this earth for me; was the one embossed on your heart; the one hidden in your enigmatic eyes; which I took several lives to decipher,

The biggest mysticism on this earth for me; was your stupendously alluring shadow; that made me fall with a shudder on the naked ground,

The biggest imagination on this earth for me; was the countless strokes of your rubicund tongue as you spoke; uttering the English language with great command and unprecedented supremacy,

The biggest fire on this earth for me; was the desire burning in your soul; the overwhelming passion circulating rampantly in your crimson blood,

The biggest scent on this earth for me; was your golden perspiration that dribbled unrelentingly from your arms and toes,

The biggest atmosphere on this earth for me; was the breath flowing from your nose; the compassionate air diffusing imprisoning me in inseparable bonds of love,

The biggest fame on this earth for me; was to be known by your grace; to be called umpteenth number of times by you in the unveiling day,

The biggest wealth on this earth for me; was your unfathomable reservoir of emotion; the sparkling tears of ecstasy that oozed from your eyes as you sighted me,

The biggest venom on this earth for me; was the volley of expletives you hurled at me when profoundly agitated,

The biggest bruise on this earth for me; was the short time phase when you left me and went to visit your relatives,

The biggest religion on this earth for me; was the things you revered; the message you vehemently wanted to propagate and instill in all mankind,

The biggest shock on this earth for me; was when you closed your eyes for fractions of a second; sank to the ground for just a moment in sheer exhaustion,

The biggest pleasure on this earth for me; was lying every brilliant dawn and starry night in the impregnable folds of your lap; blending wholesomely with you as the winds drifted by,

And the biggest victory on this earth for me; was your body; the way it delectably swished and moved; the way it slept and awoke; and over and above all the way it uninhibitedly admired me for all what I was; irrespective of my infinite faults and fallacies…


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»The Best way to pay him back

 

The best way to pay him back for giving me precious
sight; was to help all those staggering haphazardly in
the darkness with their eyes wholesomely blinded,
The best way to pay him back for inundating my
treasury with overwhelming gold and infinite biscuits
of silver; was to disseminate it judiciously amongst
all those impoverished; and who really needed it,
The best way to pay him back for stashing my
warehouses and stomach with the most delectable of
food; was to feed everyday all those famished since
ages; orphans, destitute and the old on the brink of
ghastly death,
The best way to pay him back for curing me of
inexplicable disease; vanquishing all my pain with a
single caress of his magical fingers; was to do my
best in saving as many lives as possible all around;
provide my shoulder for the weak to lean upon,
The best way to pay him back for the robust blood he
circulated incessantly through my veins; was to donate
an infinitesimal fraction of the same; to those who
desperately needed it,
The best way to pay him back for the mesmerizing voice
that he had bestowed upon me with; was to sing as
unrelentingly as I could far and wide across the
globe; try and mollify the sorrow prevailing in hidden
quarters of the streets,
The best way to pay him back for making me as strong
as an ox; with raw muscle bulging bombastically from
my demeanor; was to use it to protect all those infirm
and weak woman; who were being deprived by the
lecherous society,
The best way to pay him back for endowing me with a
splendidly ingenious brain; was to utilize all my
knowledge accumulated to evolve ideas to save
perishing mankind,
The best way to pay him back for inundating my
driveway with a battalion of swanky cars; was to take
all orphaned children for a whirlwind ride; trigger
off tingling smiles on their dead faces,
The best way to pay him back for embedding every space
of my cupboard with incredulous suits and dresses; was
to cover as many shivering bodies as I could; with
heaps of cloth and compassionate warmth,
The best way to pay him back for showering upon me
with thousands of lines of poetry; was to recite them
to all those bereaved and in bizarre affliction; when
every other medicine had miserably failed to have the
slightest of impact,
The best way to pay him back for giving me a tinkling
smile; making sure that I didn’t cry even once in my
entire life; was to spread the essence of the same to
all those just about to die,
The best way to pay him back for giving me a sixth
sense to prognosticate mystical happenings; was to
admonish people before hand; of the possible dangers
that might be lurking around their visage,
The best way to pay him back for flooding my wells
with sparkling water; impregnating every open space in
my house with streams of voluptuous froth; was to
pacify the thirst the every person I encountered on
the roads; the villagers scorching under sweltering
heat of the Sun; bearing the brunt of acrimonious
drought,
The best way to pay him back for giving me such a
caring and adorable mother; who attended to even the
most minuscule of my commands; was to embrace all
those children suffering on the streets; starting each
day of theirs with begging bowls scintillating in
their palms,
The best way to pay him back for imparting me the love
of my life; was seeing to it that no heart in this
world ever broke; trying without respite to blend once
again; shattered souls together,
The best way to pay him back for giving me breath;
seeing to it that it robustly flowed every hour, every
minute, every second; was to procreate several more on
my own; continuing the revered chapter of his
existence,
And the best way to pay him back for giving me life;
charting my destiny to be not less than a hundred
years; was to diligently serve all the afflicted;
infact serve to the most optimum of my ability; all
mankind…


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