Famous Indian Poets written award winning poems on love, friendship, war, beauty poetry.
  Records & Awards
  Contact & Network
 
  Home
  Biography & Media
  Poetry Books
  Poems
 
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. 
 
Search Poetry :    
<< Previous   Next >>
»Solely in your immortal heart

 

When I sighted my face in the astoundingly
scintillating mirror; it appeared stringently
harmonious and well defined; although I soon became
an obsoletely hazy blur of inconspicuous dust; as the
Sun commenced on its expedition beyond the remorseful
horizons,
While it was solely in your irrefutably immaculate
eyes; that I profoundly radiated into sparkling
newness; in the wholesomely gregarious; and spell
binding fragrance of vivaciously bountiful life…


When I sighted my face in the overwhelmingly
crystalline mirror; it appeared magically synchronized
and pragmatically proper; although I soon became a
wisp of disastrously non-existent oblivion; when
flying stones shattered the glass into a countless
fragments of infinitesimal ash,
While it was solely in your unflinchingly melodious
and intrepid voice; that I unassailably confronted
even the most treacherously acrimonious impediments of
existence; became an eternally gratifying song;
mystically blending with the gloriously divine….


When I sighted my face in the astronomically white
mirror; it appeared monotonously routine as usual;
with each contour radiating as explicitly as the
Creator had evolved it; although I soon became a
capriciously fleeting mirage as murderously diabolical
shadows of the night took a vicious stranglehold of
the flamingly sweltering day,
While it was solely in your poignantly crimson and
philanthropic blood; that I embraced all humanity
irrespective of caste; creed; and bombastic color; in
threads of vibrantly unending compassion; and alike…


When I sighted my face in the magnificently polished
mirror; it appeared a normal human caricature with
lots of emphatic protrusions; although I soon
disappeared into realms of dilapidated remoteness; as
someone threw a pail of water upon the artificial
glass,
While it was solely in your voluptuously seductive
whispers; that I unrelentingly explored the
unparalleled mysticism of vividly blissful survival;
felt like the most blessed organism on this Universe;
holistically alive…


When I sighted my face in the unfathomably glittering
mirror; it reflected back an astoundingly exact
replica of my very own self; although I soon became an
infinitesimally insipid worm slithering under the
corpse; as the flamboyant Sunrays played mischievous
games of hide and seek with the petrified glass,
While it was solely in the inscrutably royal lines of
your Omnipotent palms; that I discovered my true
identity; bloomed into a fathomless more ecstatic
lives; of profusely symbiotic prosperity….


When I sighted my face in the scrupulously oiled and
lanky mirror; it depicted an amazingly similar posture
of my persona in the umpteenth ways that I maneuvered
it; although I soon became a sheet of nonchalant
nothingness; as rambunctiously unruly children
engulfed it with coarse blankets from all sides,
While it was solely in your miraculously heavenly
stride; that I found an intrepidly new spirit to
survive; marvelously romance with all the
unsurpassably ravishing resplendence suspended in the
atmosphere….


When I sighted my face in the mechanically proficient
and candidly transparent mirror; it incredulously
portrayed every element of my countenance as the Lord
had created it; although I soon became a puff of
ominously pathetic smoke; as vicious fighter jets
heinously bombarded the; ingratiating atmosphere,
While it was solely in your rhapsodically tantalizing
cheeks; that I irrefutably towered over the entire
planet as an unconquerably embellished prince; lived
life to the very fullest and ultimate of its
exhilarating capacity….


When I sighted my face in the dazzling trajectory of
the gigantic mirror; it marvelously highlighted every
visible cranny of my visage to spell binding
perfection; although I soon became a ludicrously slain
martyr; as belligerent soldiers trampled the glass to
domains beyond veritable recognition,
While it was solely in your majestically titillating
breath; that I celestially culminated into the fruits
of an eternally tranquil creation; unequivocally
bonding with my comrades in inexplicable misery and
ebulliently bouncing; alike…..

And when I sighted my face in the opalescent expanse
of the rustically enamoring mirror; it prudently
emanated the same effulgence as that splendidly
encapsulating my caricature; although I soon became a
lecherously unknown piece of forlorn string; as the
fleet of ungainly urchins spat condemningly on the
sizzling glass,
While it was solely in your immortally passionate and
invincible heart; that I found the most perennially
quenching love of my life; embarked on the most benign
mission of live and let live; of course with your
Omniscient blessings perpetually by my side…
 
»Something that pours from the heart

 

Poetry is something as mystical as the mountains;
shimmering majestically on the rivers in diffused
beams of brilliant sunshine,

Poetry is something as astonishing as the glittering
gold biscuits entrenched deep beneath earth; emanating
a profound glow that blended poignantly with the
atmosphere,

Poetry is something as ingratiating as the hissing
serpent; deluging the morbid ambience around with
overwhelming exhilaration,

Poetry is something as ravishing as the blossoming
petals of rubicund rose; wafting its essence
ubiquitously through all continents of this colossal
Universe,

Poetry is something as grandiloquent as the
incredulously embellished castle; offering an abode to
anyone afflicted by inexplicable distress,

Poetry is something as vivacious as the magnificently
swirling ocean; with each of its tangy waves
fulminating into a blanket of pungent froth,

Poetry is something as magnanimous as the clouds;
which bless the parched soil and ground with
torrential showers of mesmerizing rain,

Poetry is something as resplendent as the fathomless
rainbow; dissipating into vibrant shades of
magnificently animated color,

Poetry is something as exuberant as the cheekily
dancing peacock; incarcerating millions in its
stupendously enamoring swirl,

Poetry is something as innocuous as the new born
infant; touching the hearts of even the most
diabolical with irrefutable ardor,

Poetry is something as soft as voluptuously woven pure
silk; exquisitely binding every religion prevalent on
this planet,

Poetry is something as ingenious as the bubbling buds
of mushroom; evolving into celestial sprouts of
wonderful white,

Poetry is something as invincible as immortal love;
not bound by any spurious intricacy of the monotonous
outside world,

Poetry is something as flamboyant as the fiery Sun;
diffusing its sweltering rays to stringently sizzle
even the tiniest nook and cranny of this globe,

Poetry is something as sweet as delectable crusts of
brown chocolate; arousing the most dormantly dead
senses in the body, with unprecedented amounts of
rejuvenated vigor,

Poetry is something as exotic as the alluring dancers
nimble footsteps; that keep reverberating for times
immemorial; even after she relinquished to perform,

Poetry is something as sacrosanct as the holistic cows
pearly milk; paving a path of impeccable truth in
whosoever who fervently witnesses it,

Poetry is something as thunderous as the cyclonic
sandstorm; which swept incessantly with passionate
strokes every day across the boundlessly barren
deserts,

Poetry is as swarming as the rambunctious beehives;
occupied by countless bees indefatigably busy in
spinning tons of golden honey,

And for me poetry is entirely independent of rhyme;
meter; structure; mending; tailoring; crisping;
written in the most incredulous forms possible;
irrespective of age; language; caste; creed or race;
O! yes poetry for me is SOMETHING THAT POURS DIRECTLY
FROM THE HEART…..
 
»Sometimes

 

Sometimes more tender than a new born child;
nostalgically remembering those moments when it was
just born,
Sometimes as ferocious as thunderbolts of lightening
in the sky; capsizing everyone around; in the
tumultuous agony of its insatiable desire….

Sometimes more mystical than the dungeons infinite
feet beneath obdurate soil; harboring a festoon of
secrets impossible to comprehend,
Sometimes as candid as a mirror; blurting out its
innermost of feelings like a parrot on a talking
spree….

Sometimes more colorful than the resplendent rainbow
in the cosmos; disseminating its myriad of boundless
colors to every entity on this planet,
Sometimes as dolorous as the dying soul; painstakingly
withering away towards its inevitably horrendous
grave…

Sometimes more blistering than the fulminating
volcano; casting its enchanting spell on every
philanthropic being on this globe,
Sometimes as cowardly as the worm; disappearing into
its diminutive den; as the slightest insinuation of
fading light….

Sometimes more fast than the cyclonic whirlwind;
instilling a wave of ebullient euphoria in every
pathetically diminishing body,
Sometimes as reticent as the infinitesimally silent
whisper; which even it didn’t posses the capacity to
hear…..

Sometimes more fathomless than the entire richness of
this world; sharing its priceless forms with all who
badly needed it,
Sometimes as slithering miserly in the caves of
nothingness; begging for mercy; to whomsoever who came
its way….

Sometimes more invincible than the most ultimate point
of existence; sequestering the righteous from each
conceivable acrimonious storm,
Sometimes as collapsing like a pack of burnt cards;
even before the wind blew a trifle its way….

Sometimes more divinely than the Creator who evolved
it; incarcerating all the mesmerizing beauty of this
planet in its inner most core,
Sometimes as dastardly as the diabolical devil;
advancing menacingly towards the destruction of living
kind….

O! yes the HUMAN HEART, was Sometimes more passionate
than the gift called life; perpetually bonding those
who loved each other for immortal times,
While Sometimes as treacherous as the satanic
scorpion; betraying its own beats; which it once upon
a time irrefutably adored….

 
 
»Somewhere

 

SOMEWHERE IN THE boundless stacks of golden hay; there lies incorporated an intricately pointed needle,

Somewhere in the sprawling fields of wild creepers; there exists the poignantly scented rose,

Somewhere in the enormous barrels of lethal poison; there lies impregnated; frugal pinches of profoundly sweet honey,

Somewhere in the arid land of the colossal desert; there lies a shimmering pool of slippery oasis,

Somewhere in the ominous castle with dilapidated interiors; there lives the mesmerizing and celestial fairy,

Somewhere in bland chunks of food; there lies embedded parsimonious fillings of piquant salt,

Somewhere in the vast expanse of black charcoal board; there lies embodied conspicuous lines of white chalk,

Somewhere in the midst of the mammoth ocean; there exists the preposterously huge whale,

Somewhere in the conglomerate of disdainfully dusty stones; there lies encapsulated the lustrous white pearl,

Somewhere in the field of hideously snaring reptiles; there exists an fur skinned innocuous rabbit,

Somewhere in the assemblage of utensils producing a discordantly clanging noise; there exists a perpetually silent pigeon feather,

Somewhere in the disheveled heap of blotted cloth; there lies a garment of impeccable and glistening silk,
Somewhere in the mangles debris of blistering lava; there exists a ravishingly cool spring of crystalline water,

Somewhere amidst the ensemble of dead bodies incarcerated in stone coffins; there exists sporadic incidences of fresh life,

Somewhere in the midst of bedraggled urchins incessantly begging for alms; there lives a jeweled prince,

Somewhere in the smoldering ashes of crackling fire; there exists the newly born child,

Somewhere in the thick of intense corruption; abysmal incidences of unsurpassable lechery; there exists a solitarily honest man,

Somewhere in gruesome darkness for a million kilometers in the jungle; there exists a minuscule beam of stringent light,

Somewhere amidst a consortium of satanic devils trying to destroy the earth; there exists the omniscient creator,

And somewhere in this mundane world; with blood sucking individuals inhabiting every nook and cranny; there exists an unbiased girl who can love me like no one else ever did; making me feel every unfurling minute that I was alive.
 
»Sorry

 

I inadvertently broke sparkling glass panes; while
playing cricket,
blurted a pathetic sorry to the outrageous occupants,
before they could take evasive action of slapping me
on my face.

i tickled my little brother with curled strokes of
pigeon feather,
said an innocent sorry when he was on the verge of
erupting into a volley of
abuse.

i woke my mother from tranquil realms of midnight
sleep,
demanding ravishing items to devour as a feast,
uttered a condoling sorry; when she was on the pinnacle
of gaining complete
consciousness.

i gulped nightmarish amounts of scotch whisky,
swung my body like a person strangulated by
uninhibited emotion,
whispered a down to earth sorry when the cops caught
me red-handed.

i brusquely collided head on with the milkman carrying
pails of fresh cream,
toppling them on the ground; with rivulets of milk
radiating all over,
said iterative numbers of sorry; thoroughly condemning
my irate act.

i sketched egg shaped cartoons of my balding math’s
teacher,
pasting the graffiti on the walls for all to relish,
blurted a timidly echoing sorry; when he raised the
cane to whip my satiny
flesh.


i fought like wild cats with my beloved in the day,
causing incorrigible agony to her throbbing heart,
kissed her forehead; saying a sorry which came from
deep within my conscience,
to see her smiling with the same intensity with which
she first wept.
 
»Sound

 

High pitched blaring sound of rock music,
silent gurgling rhyme of partially frozen water.
agonizing screams of deceased for help,
sardonic laughter of affluent sipping grape vine.
rubbing flint stone, produces fiery sound of
malevolence,
evacuated gas from earth core, diffusing into clouds of
noxious smoke.
crisp noises emanate as shoe soles crush dry leaf,
excreted spit falls with soft thud, kissing the ground.
blooming flowers sway, whistle with the air,
throat chords flex, on savage consumption of bone
meal.
pungent voices echo, when lead match brushes sandpaper
corrugations,
scorched earth erupts in raptures on intimate contact
with drizzling water.
mega gas balloons burst with a bang, on mere caress by
pin,
traffic comes to a standstill at instants of security
barking stop.
teeth chatter wildly when hit by chilly draughts of
breeze,
exuberant voices greet the onset of tropical monsoon.
white flamingo's sing in rustic breeze of autumn,
sedate sounds float, from dying embers of crackling
firewood.
i cry with tenacity, wail in hysteria towards the sky,
pray fervently, to bestow all existing” WITH THE SOUND
OF OMNIPRESENT
HAPPINESS'
 
»Spare my heart

 

You could take away all my fingers; mercilessly
feeding them to the unfathomable horde of satanic
wolves; immediately after,
But I would still pray to you cupping my blissfully
pudgy palms; unrelentingly admiring the astounding
versatility of your enamoring creation; O! Almighty
Lord….

You could take away all my toes; barbarically
evaporating them into the aisles of worthless
nothingness,
But I would still pray to you standing on the heel of
my rudimentary feet; intransigently saluting the
celestially panoramic silhouette of your
insurmountably colossal Universe; O! Almighty Lord….

You could take away both my pairs of lips;
disastrously penalizing their poignant pink; with
infinitesimal chunks of sordid mud,
But I would still pray to you tenaciously mumbling
with my rustically indigenous jaws; staring in
profound adulation of your poignantly vivacious
timelessness; O! Almighty Lord…..

You could take away every ingredient of my scarlet
blood; sprinkling the same in torrential spurts over;
nonchalantly lackadaisical globules of acrimoniously
sweltering; desert soil,
But I would still pray to you superbly synchronizing
my profusely impoverished caricature; incessantly
stopping down in due humility of your unconquerably
Omnipotent power; O! Almighty Lord….

You could take away all my voice; abominably blending
each euphorically mesmerizing sound of mine; into the
valley of despicably slandering nothingness,
But I would still pray to you; unflinchingly
meditating in my mind; marvelously kissing every
rhapsodically ebullient element of your priceless
creation; O! Almighty Lord….

You could take away both my shoulders; wholesomely
squelching them to inconspicuous sawdust; before
hurling them towards the famished fleet of; menacingly
growling crocodiles,
But I would still pray to you; dexterously bending my
feet in due obeisance of your; resplendently
everlasting aura which united all mankind; O! Almighty
lord…..

You could take away both my eyes; gruesomely divesting
me of even the most inconspicuously ethereal shade of
light; for the remainder of my long life,
But I would still pray to you; perceiving the mantra
of holistic existence humbly in the corridors of my
tiny brain; altruistically praising your Omniscient
radiance to one and all on this fathomless planet; O!
Almighty lord….

You could take away every iota of my breath;
satanically thrusting me to boundless kilometers
beneath my despondently ghastly corpse,
But I would still pray to you; scrupulously
reminiscing all my fantastically exuberant moments on
mother earth; supremely idolizing your Omnipresent
grace as the sole panacea to harmoniously survive; O!
Almighty Lord…..

And you could take away whatever you wanted from this
penuriously grotesque caricature of mine;
metamorphosing me entirely into the exact color of
dust that you wanted; O! Almighty Lord; but I humbly
request you to spare my passionately palpitating
heart,
As in its center existed the perennially vibrant
melody of my immortal Beloved; whose invincible
fragrance imparted me the fortitude to confront even a
countless deaths in this single birth of mine; and for
whose divinely form; I could relinquish this very
moment; a countless more lifetimes….
 
»Spectacularly majestic life

 

As long as there was a relentless urge to drink the
most enthrallingly ecstatic elixir’s of this
fathomless planet; marvelously satiate the
infuriatingly irascible sensations in the miserably
parched throat,

As long as there was an ardent urge to intrepidly
adventure through the mystically redolent fields of
enchanting life; be mesmerized by the ebulliently
passing winds to the most unprecedented limits,

As long as there was an unflinching urge to zip
through fathomless bits of crystal blue space; feel
tirelessly mollified by the sensations of enthralling
newness timelessly wandering in the celestial
atmosphere,

As long as there was an insatiable urge to get
voraciously tickled in the ribs; by bountifully
tantalizing seductresses; triggering a whirlpool of
unsurpassable desire all throughout the fabric of the
everlasting night,

There was a desire to exhilaratingly breathe; there
was a desire to exist till times beyond infinite
infinity; O! Yes there was spectacularly majestic
life…

1…

As long as there was an unprecedented urge to sight
the limitlessly panoramic beauty of this perennially
bestowing planet; replenish even the most
infinitesimal of your beleaguered senses with its
unbelievably stupendous splendor,

As long as there was an unparalleled urge to
benevolently share; royally assimilate all goodness on
this timelessly Samaritan planet,

As long as there was an irrevocable urge to tirelessly
procreate; magnificently proliferate god’s most
sacrosanct chapter of creation and effulgent newness;
till the very last veritable breath that you exhaled,

As long as there was an incorrigible urge to
artistically evolve; intermingle even the most
inconspicuous speck of your countenance; with the
winds of magically bestowing poetry,

There was a desire to fantastically breathe; there was
a desire to exist in astounding synergy with the belly
of nature divine; O! Yes there was perpetually
insuperable life…

2…


As long as there was an intransigent urge to
mischievously cavort through rain soaked mud; soar
surreally through the mellifluously robust cocoon of
silken clouds,

As long as there was an immutable urge to drown into
the aisles of endless sensuality; let the boundless
oceans of connubial bliss wholesomely transcend over
your every priceless minute,

As long as there was an irretrievable urge to diffuse
convivial laughter; philanthropically ameliorate
sadistically whiplashed living kind; towards an
optimistically brilliant tomorrow,

As long as there was an infallible urge to handsomely
replenish the wildly reverberating pangs of hunger in
your stomach; with the miraculously healing fruits of
robust nature,


There was a desire to charismatically breathe; there
was a desire to exist perennially bonded with your
eternal beloved; O! Yes there was unconquerably
emollient life…

3…

As long as there was an inexorable urge to unveil your
eyes to the rainbows of vivaciously burgeoning
righteousness; forever quell diabolically insidious
crime with the waves of ubiquitous peace and
synergistic humanity,

As long as there was an irrefutable urge to clasp hand
in hand and walk fearlessly forward; stand peerlessly
tall to defend the cause of blazingly patriotic truth,

As long as there was an unending urge to embellish the
body like a newly-wedded bride; live and let live like
an unshakable prince; even though were about to abjure
from every kingly pleasure of survival,

As long as there was an intractable urge to earn your
very own livelihood; royally fend for your own body
and bone; without being a salaciously decrepit
parasite on lame orphanages and kin,

There was a desire to unchallangably breathe; there
was a desire to exist forever huddled as a child in
the impregnable lap of your heavenly mother; O! Yes
there was pristinely magical life…
 
»Speed Breaker

 

Thickened bulges of curved black tarmac,
painted with stripes of brilliant silver white,
right angled patches of dull yellow,
riveted firmly to loose base of mud ground,
bulging handsomely a few inches above the rock bottom
base,
blended with coats of sand and dust in the summer day,
smeared partially with slimy drops of car oil,
kissed hard by bulky tyre tread trespassing,
found virtually on every open street of the city,
and mammoth empty patches of the national highway,
an obnoxious hazard prompting reduction of electric
speed,
repetitive squealing of brakes in close vicinity of
its periphery,
few meters of air-borne journeys after a head-on
confrontation,
existing in variable sizes of ultra large, medium and
baby stretch of wax
mould,
getting a few hours of disturbed sleep after the clock
hour strikes
midnight,
i the speed breaker warn you of the following,

never drive at nerve wrecking speed,
compress lever bars of the dipper while overtaking at
night,
transform all groans into smiles while on the driving
wheel,
don’t gallop at fast speed when the alcohol meter
overflows in your body,
give the underprivileged pedestrians on foot faint
chances to cross the road,
and last of all bear this in top shelves of your mind
forever,
slacken wheel speed to zero as and when you approach a
SPEED BREAKER.
 
»Stages of a day

 

YOGIC EXERCISE WITH heavy breathing,
drenching of self with tepid water,
chanting of prayers in murky light,
complete visualization of tasks performed,
cup of frosty scalding tea at dawn,
sizzling breakfast at peak of sunrise,
a glass of crushed carrot juice,
with few milligrams of vitamin extract,
followed by a game of long tennis in evergreen lawns,
fast rides in bullet proof sports car,
zipping across snowy landscapes at inches from ground,
few hours of concentrated work at office,
pure vegetable meal at noontime,
packed warm in hi tech aluminum foil,
succeeded by perpetual sound doze,
on cushioned chair overlooking a stream,
attentive discourse evening sessions,
equally speedy return to place of dwelling,
a game of chess with multi-chipped computer,
wiping of sweat with moist cologne tissue,
a ravishing night meal of mixed steak and red wine,
few hours watching television,
followed by rigorous walk in lush green grass,
accompanied by solving crossword puzzles,
and a thunderous collapse on the foam mattress,
with all energy converted to loud snores,
is how I would like to live a single day.
 
 
<< Previous   Next >>