Poems - Love Poet Nikhil Parekh

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»Still craving for more

A million kisses on her mischievously magical palms;
as she intriguingly darted to explore every bit of the
ecstatically astounding atmosphere,

A million kisses on her flirtatiously dancing lids; as
she inadvertently fluttered those diminutively silken
folds; at the slightest insinuation of vibrant light,

A million kisses on her immaculately divine lips; as
she Omnisciently unveiled into a festoon of enchanting
smiles; after every feed of her Mother’s milk,

A million kisses on her innocuously flapping ears; as
she poignantly bounced to even the most inconspicuous
sounds; euphorically feasting on the first rays of the
Sun; like no other entity on planet alive,

And my lips still unrelentingly craved for more; such
was the timeless incantation of her newly born spirit;
such was the luminescence of her impeccable soul; such
was the charisma of her tiny; but immortal heart….

1….

A million kisses on her sacredly minuscule forehead;
as she regally stared at my alien face in innocent
bewilderment,

A million kisses on her jubilantly tinkling feet; as
she naughtily thrust at all that she encountered in
vicinity; with her unfathomably burgeoning euphoria,

A million kisses on her royally mesmerizing neck; as
she immaculately maneuvered it umpteenth number of
times in a single minute; passionately searching for
her mother’s breast,

A million kisses on her eternally bountiful eyelashes;
as she winked every now and again; demanding to be
celestially hoisted towards the fathomless sky; by
virtually all her by her tiny side,

And my lips still intransigently wandered for more;
such was the miraculous impression of her Omnipresent
soul; such was the unsurpassably resplendent radiance
of her every new born footstep; such was the charisma
of her tiny; but immortal heart….

2….

A million kisses on her profusely baby powder coated
armpits; as she unleashed into a fountain of wonderful
laughter; gleefully poking me in my ribs,

A millions kisses on her Omnipotently golden belly; as
she perennially snuggled closer and closer to my
chest; with the onset of the remorsefully fearful and
sordid night,

A million kisses on her marvelously embellished
shadow; as she enchantingly crawled towards an
entrenchment of endowing goodness; every unfurling
minute of the brilliantly sparkling day,

A million kisses on her microscopic yet philanthropic
shoulders; as she harbored nothing but unassailable
love for all mankind; bonding every element of her
countenance with the religion of humanity,

And my lips still ardently prayed for more; such was
the glorious essence of her perpetually amiable
sharing; such was the unblemished spirit that
encapsulated her newly born demeanor; such was the
charisma of her tiny; but immortal heart….

3….

A million kisses on her magnificently curly hair; as
she fervently suckled her big thumb to divinely
appease every ingredient of her; invincibly scarlet
blood,

A million kisses on her robustly ebullient tongue; as
she rejuvenated life in even the most lugubriously
dead; with her inarticulately affable sky of natural
cries,

A million kisses on her profoundly rubicund palms; as
she frolicked in the aisles of beautifully captivating
childhood; entirely oblivious to the rigors of
tyrannical destiny and this satanically savage planet,
A million kisses on her freshly spawning fingernails;
as she unveiled into a palace of everlasting newness;
heavenly bouncing in the lap of her Godly mother,

And my lips still indefatigably sought for more; such
was the benign power of her newly born soul; such was
the inimitable propensity in her effusively spell
binding cries; such was the charisma of her tiny; but
immortal heart….

»Steel Bird

Waiting majestically on grey tarmac,
100 feet of solid steel mass,
eloquent window panes visible in elevation,
consisting of resistant shatter proof fiber glass,
stubby nose coated with black caps of steel,
the entire body sleeping on a framework of elongated
steel,
stuck to an assembly of high quality radial Dunlop,
aerodynamic flaps of protruding wings,
enabling necessary leverage in thin air,
ergonomically soft cabin interior,
seat belts dangling from oval plastic,
bulb arrows leading to emergency exits,
inflated life vests camouflaged in cabin roof,
television monitors displaying altitude and speed,
revolving trolleys serving continental food,
circulating dailies stored in cloth racks,
overhead lockers containing hand baggage,
with tonnes of cargo in its hollow belly,
nestling in hangars for refueling,
ready to fly a million kilometers of air journey,
towering above snow alps, violent seas,
concrete cities, dense forests,
bearing signatures of Air India, British airways, Royal
Nepal....etc,
flying at unbelievable heights of half a lac feet,
the highest flying tapered bird,
made up of light aluminum foil and steel,
a carrier of unparalleled privilege,
the fastest mode of transport available,
is the air bus 320.

»Still searching for the love of my life

Her views for me; were like the reproachful views of
the hideously cold-blooded snake; for the swiftly
articulate and timelessly boisterous mongoose,

Her views for me; were like the cannibalistic views of
the gorily invidious gutter; for the valley of
enchantingly mesmerizing cleanliness,

Her views for me; were like the acrid views of the
vindictively emaciating desert’ for the untamed
cloudbursts of relentlessly blessing and celestially
mollifying rain,

Her views for me; were like the pugnaciously
indescribable views of treacherous blood; for the
Omnipotently endowing rays of the majestically
unassailable and righteous Sun,

Her views for me; were like the unceremonious views of
the lazily wastrel tortoise; for the indefatigably
tick-tocking arms of the punctiliously infallible
clock,

Her views for me; were like the ghastly views of
salaciously asphyxiating terrorism; for the mists of
symbiotically ecstatic and vivaciously effulgent
happiness,

Her views for me; were like the parasitic views of
horrifically crippling blackness; for the brilliantly
unfettered and unconquerably blazing day,

Her views for me; were like the malevolent views of
the satanically abominable cockroach; for the
unsurpassably ebullient redolence of the tantalizingly
fresh rose,

Her views for me; were like the prejudiced views of
the fecklessly dumb stone; for the insuperably regale
strings of the uninhibitedly soaring kite,

Her views for me; were like the inconsolable views of
the amorphously terrorizing corpse; for the chapters
of marvelously benevolent and inimitably unparalleled
life,

Her views for me; were like the ribald views of
acrimoniously strangulating venom; for the impeccably
wonderful and quintessentially fortifying cow’s milk,

Her views for me; were like the rabid views of the
inanely dastardly ghost; for the limitless
civilization of euphorically chirping living beings,

Her views for me; were like the tawdry views of
intolerably squelched infertility; for the skies of
boundlessly enthralling and invincibly enlightening
procreation,

Her views for me; were like the slandering views of
the diabolically corrupt politicians; for the
irrefutably glorious and altruistically truthful man,

Her views for me; were like the vengeful views of
nonchalantly drugged perspiration; for the
unflinchingly peerless and perennially fructifying
sword of patriotism,

Her views for me; were like the heinous views of
dogmatically incarcerating glue; for the explicitly
emollient mirror of perpetually radiating truth,

Her views for me; were the like derogatory views of
insidiously crucifying betrayal; for the heart of
immortally glorifying and magnanimously blessing love,

Her views for me; were like the chauvinistic views of
the manipulatively mechanized robots; for the
fathomless cornucopia of God’s astoundingly created
emotionally responsive organisms,

And though we had been forcefully married for a
countless lifetimes; and within the devoutly
conventional norms of the tyrannically whipping world
outside; she was nothing else than my incessantly
cursing and fault-finding wife; while remember O!
adorably nubile maidens outside; that I was still
resplendently young and searching for the true love of
my life! ! ! ! ! !

»Still the richest

Not a single cloth to camouflage my devastatingly
tottering body; as I trespassed like a ghoulishly
grotesque ghost; through the uncouthly chilly winds of
vengefully freezing winter,

Not a single penny in my brutally bedraggled pockets;
as I insanely loitered like a barbaric lunatic;
through the lanes of overwhelmingly stinking poverty;
and depraving cowardice,

Not a single sound in my satanically rotting throat;
as I groped like a parsimoniously dumb rat; through
the painstakingly debilitated corridors; of dolorous
doom and deprivation,

Not a single hair to envelop my penuriously gleaming
scalp; as I became an unsurpassable mountain of
deplorable ridicule for the rich and rustically
impoverished; alternatively and alike,

Not a single shade to entrench my hopelessly deadened
facial contours; as I pathetically stumbled on every
step; into a dungeon of ghastly depression and
horrendous prejudice,

Not a single blush encompassing my haplessly
beleaguered cheeks; as I frigidly slithered like
colorlessly asphyxiated water; through the deserts of
sweltering solitude,

Not a single jewel embellishing my capriciously
dithering flesh; as I got inevitably spat upon; by
even the most despicably nonchalant of pigs,

Not a single smile encapsulating my unfathomably
cracked and sleazy lips; as I fulminated into an
unending volley of remorseful tears; even in the most
vibrantly ecstatic moments of vivid life,

Not a single fantasy in my lecherously manipulative
brain; as I parasitically sucked whatever I could lay
my hands upon; to holistically survive,

Not a single line on my insidiously lackadaisical
palms; as I maniacally groped without the slightest of
direction; destiny and ambition; for centuries
immemorial,

Not a single twinkle in my treacherously withering
eyes; as I invidiously sighted nothing but hideously
commercial corruption; even in the most majestic land
of the handsomely divine,

Not a single muscle in my abominably delirious arms;
as I got wholesomely pulverized by even the most
minuscule ants; the instants that they nimbly brushed
by my disgustingly flailing side,

Not a single morsel of food in my tyrannically
famished stomach; as I approached veritable extinction
more vociferously by the unfurling minute; with a
cloud of abhorrent darkness incorrigibly lingering
around my bizarrely annihilated persona,

Not a single shadow emanating from my profusely
penalized countenance; as I aimlessly wandered without
an entity of my own; through the lanes of murderously
crippling doom,

Not a single cheer in my severely deprived demeanor;
as I embraced the walls of lugubrious nonchalance; to
be worthlessly squelched to piles of inconspicuous
ash; on every path that I tread,

Not a single fortification in my savagely strangulated
senses; as I disappeared into wisps of non-existent
oblivion; at the tiniest puff of air that wafted; from
the irascibly pertinent mosquitoes mouth,

Not a single enchantment in my devilishly maimed
veins; as I blended with threadbare granules of
insipid dust on the baseless streets; devouring
obdurately dreary stones hurled at me by the entire
planet; and from every possible side,

Not a single breath in my sullenly constipated
nostrils; as I relinquished even the most
infinitesimal desire to survive; even as I was in the
pristine prime of everlasting youth,

But still the most richest man on this Universe; as I
had her pricelessly invincible heartbeats; the
immortal river of her Godly love; perpetually
imprisoned in the inner most arenas of my chest;
fulminating like a princess unassailable; and forever
mine….

»Stimulation

The tree leaves swayed with injected stimulation from
breezy draughts of air,
shedding its foliage at sporadic intervals of time.

stagnant patches of river water formed silken ripples,
with buoyant stimulation offered by cruising boat,
was lined with white froth in abundance when the boat
exceeded barriers of
speed.

hungry particles of mud transformed into wet slurry,
when fed with stimulation from the pelting drops of
rain,
forming soft cushions of water for the birds to take
their morning baths.

feeble men started working with newly discovered
exhilaration,
when poked with stimulation of mouthwatering food and
spring water,
dreary bones now functioned with fresh supply of newly
formed blood.

dilapidated engine of car shot ahead with bursts of
speed,
when reinforced with stimulation blend of petrol and
oil,
the life bestowing concoction flooding scorched
testubes in its engine.

bodies heavily soaked in sleep got boisterously
active,
when submerged in volatile stimulations of steaming
coffee,
wee hours of the night suddenly came alive,
as black currants of coffee barged open doors of
blissful sleep.

we will exit out of nefarious deeds and malpractice,
relinquish the crown of prejudice forever,
breathe air, reminiscent of the era in which we were
born,
provided we get conducive stimulations that tickle
unexplored avenues of our
heart,
give us the omnipresent love we as a community of
humans have ever perceived.

»Still reigning supreme

Although it stands in a pool of disdainful mud; with wild creepers
camouflaging it in entirety,
The lotus still reigns supreme; due to its lingering redolence; the
stupendously enamoring color of its leaves.

Although it is obliterated by a conglomerate of ominous thunder clouds;
black
gases whistling past it at swashbuckling speeds,
The moon still reigns supreme; due to its scintillating and perennial
shine;
which profoundly illuminates the night.

Although it flies amidst a fleet of hideous vultures; sounds of vicious
wailing uncouthly caressing its wings,
The nightingale still reigns supreme; due to its incredibly mesmerizing
voice
which permeates the atmosphere.

Although she swims underwater with pugnacious sharks slithering in
proximity;
the multilegged octopus fervently awaiting every single opportunity to
strangulate it,
The mermaid still reigns supreme; due to its silken complexioned skin;
the
vivaciousness incorporated in its body.

Although it lies obfuscated behind the fortress of lanky mountains; the
colossal shadows trying to wholesomely submerge it,
The sun still reigns supreme; due to its blistering rays; the
overwhelming
tenacity in its shine able to dazzle every nook and cranny of the
earth.

Although it lies incarcerated in cloistered space; a slimy shell
sequestering
it completely from the outside world,
The pearl still reigns supreme; due to its unrelenting capacity to
glow;
inundate the life of whosoever who purchases it with an inevitable
sparkle.

Although it sprouts from primordial wild clay; with fetid puddles of
slush
sprawled abundantly around,
The button mushroom still reigns supreme; due to its delectably
appeasing
silhouette; the exultation it generates when squelched between pair of
teeth.

Although it gushes past a plethora of belligerent barricades; jagged
rocks
hindering its progress at every juncture possible,
The white water mountain stream still reigns supreme; due to its
tingling
noise; the reinvigorating feeling it imparts when drunk with cupped
hands.

Although it lies imprisoned in dungeons of doom; ghastly waves of air
striking
it each minute unveiling,
The biscuit of gold still reigns supreme; due to the perpetual glow
emanating
from its persona; its uncanny ability to overpower all commodities
existing.

And although he existed in a world besieged with corruption; blood
sucking
individuals trying to massacre civilization,
The angel still reigned supreme; due to an impeccable aura engulfing
his
demeanor; the unprecedented faith he had in his mother; his beloved;
and the
almighty who had created him.

»Stitched

In order to stitch barren patches of colossal sky; all
that was required as a conglomerate of voluptuously
silken clouds,

In order to stitch the miserably dilapidated walls of
the castle; all that was required was a flurry of
handsome bricks and fortified cement,

In order to stitch the overwhelmingly blood shot eye;
all that was required was river of poignantly emphatic
tears,

In order to stitch the ragged sheet of wretchedly torn
paper; all that was required was parsimonious droplets
of efficacious glue,

In order to stitch brutally bruised and pathetic
wounds; all that was required was minuscule traces of
potently healing antiseptic,

In order to stitch a battalion of smashed teeth; all
that was required was astronomical fillings of
invincibly tenacious calcium,

In order to stitch the hungrily parched desert crying
hoarsely under the sweltering Sun; all that was
required was an ocean of deliciously sweet and
sparkling water,

In order to stitch a dolorous pair of profusely gloomy
lips; all that was required was tinkling laughter; an
intriguingly enchanting smile,

In order to stitch the pigeon lying gruesomely injured
and helplessly slithering on the ground; all that was
required was a pinch of fresh mud; which almost
intransigently fomented it to soar robustly and fly,

In order to stitch profoundly distorted chunks of ice;
all that was required was a refrigerator; with its
power to chill escalating exuberantly towards blue
sky,

In order to stitch the disastrously disheveled web;
all that was required was a silvery spider which
traversed to and fro; faster than the speed of
dazzling light,

In order to stitch the haywire and incoherently absurd
story; all that was required was a thoroughly
imaginative and ardent writer,

In order to stitch insurmountably morbid anecdotes of
painstaking gloom; all that was required was an
uninhibitedly hilarious joke,

In order to stitch the abhorrently looking gaping
holed shoe; all that was required was meticulous pairs
of glossily dangling lace,

In order to stitch a ghastily abraded battlefield of
lies; all that was required was the omnipotent essence
of irrefutable truth,

In order to stitch unfathomable kilometers of space
deluged with perilously treacherous darkness; all that
was required was stringent beams of optimistic light,

In order to stitch dead shades of rapidly diminishing
life; all that was required was inconspicuous
mouthfuls of celestially blissful breath,

In order to stitch the satanically shattered self
esteem; all that was required was candidly listening
to the voice of the inner most conscience,

And in order to stitch the shamefully dispersed land
of violence and obnoxious hatred; all that was
required was a stream of immortal love; a stream that
caused crime to perpetually fall…

»Stop

To stop the raucously speeding train; all you needed
to do was to pull the stringently wound up chain,

To stop the uncontrollably advancing river; all you
needed to do was to close the impregnably stolid gates
of the dam; to the maximum of their capacity,

To stop the disastrously scorching desert of
acrimonious sands; all you needed to do was to
sprinkle a bountiful cistern of tantalizing water;
under the roof of the celestially fathomless sky,

To stop the menacingly growling lion; all you needed
to do was to place a playground full of blood red
meat; right infront of his salaciously rapacious and
gruesomely squandering eyes,

To stop the rebelliously augmenting avalanche; all you
needed to do was to place a lackadaisically flat and
inanely nimble road; at the rock bottom of the
perilously diabolical hill,

To stop the watch from tirelessly tick-tocking; all
you needed to do was to austerely remove its pair of
punctiliously revolving needles; forever and ever and
ever,

To stop the ferociously slapping seawaves; all you
needed to do was to put a chain of unsurpassably
regale rocks in their way; as they rose high and
handsome to a triumphantly ultimate crescendo,

To stop the demonically cold-blooded criminal; all you
needed to do was to metamorphose even the most
infinitesimal trace of vengeance in his brutally
estranged conscience into a gorge of compassionately
unparalleled love,

To stop the venomously hissing and satanic snake; all
you needed to do was to let loose the astoundingly
fleet footed mongoose upon him; like a trice of white
lightening diffusing from crimson sky,

To stop the viciously swerving car; all you needed to
do was to sagaciously compress its pair of twin
brakes; to the most unprecedented of your body
capacity,

To stop the unsavory traitors and beguiling enemy; all
you needed to do was to transcend over every aspect of
their disparagingly treacherous identity; with the
mantra of unflinchingly fearless righteousness,

To stop the parasites from unstoppably wailing; all
you needed to do was to place them in a mortuary of
ghoulishly fretful and perfidiously rotting skeletons,

To stop destructively advancing technology; all you
needed to do was to transport the uncouthly marauding
devils; into the sacrosanct lap’s of their heavenly
mothers,

To stop lecherously lazy sleep; all you needed to do
was to keep your eyes wide open solely towards the
most symbiotically benign mission of your diminutively
impoverished life,

To stop unceremoniously devilish stench; all you
needed to do was to inclemently usurp every bit of its
disgruntled persona with the fragrance of priceless
humanity; even before it could arise,

To stop indiscriminately squelching torture; all you
needed to do was to ubiquitously apply the balm of
philanthropically miraculous empathy and untainted
brotherhood,

To stop the freshly born and inexhaustibly weeping
infant; all you needed to do was to feed in its
mother’s eternally mollifying breast,

To stop gorily crucifying death; all you needed to do
was to perpetually continue god’s chapter of blessed
procreation; proliferate into infinite more of your
humble kind,

And to stop the perennially overflowing heart; all you
needed to do was to find another heart with whom its
beats uninhibitedly bonded; and then remained united
as the apogee of altruistic companionship; for
countless more births to come…

»Stop feeling sorry

If you’re perennially smiling; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose innocuous cheeks were inundated with nothing else; but an unsurpassable whirlpool of tears,

If you’re blazingly intrepid; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose uncontrollably quavered at even the most inconspicuous whisper of the evanescently cowardly wind,

If you’re stupendously white; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose skins were jinxed with a color; more acrimoniously blacker than the most pathetically blackened of charcoal,

If you’re bountifully virile; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who couldn’t proliferate into even a mercurial shadow of their own; even in the most astoundingly pristine of their youth,

If you’re unbelievably creative; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose brains were in a state of amorphously stony inertia; right since the very first cry of euphorically resplendent birth,

If you’re invincibly strong; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose frigid veins disdainfully popped out of their impoverished skins; whose stomachs shriveled into recesses of nothingness forever and ever and ever,

If you’re amazingly eclectic; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose robotic footsteps; led them to nowhere else but the most blasphemously delinquent graves of nonsensical monotony,

If you’re incomparably wealthy; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who spent every unfurling instant of their horrifically dismantled lifetime; within the lecherously incarcerated confines of the parsimonious gutterpipe,

If you’re spell bindingly robust; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who were afflicted with the most invidiously penalizing of cancer/aids; for whom death was the most inevitably sadistic signature of life,

If you’re ebulliently athletic; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose bodies were indescribably maimed; tawdrily thwarted into disparaging oblivion for ostensibly no fault of theirs,

If you’re unfathomably sensitive; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose ears weren’t anything but jewels without the slightest of luster; as brutal strokes of destiny had limitlessly rendered them stone deaf,

If you’re miraculously hawk-eyed; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who could sight nothing but a corpse of crucifying blackness infront of their eyes; even under the most Omnipotently brilliant of Sunlight,

If you’re mellifluously sweet-tongued; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose tongues blurted nothing but inanely incomprehensible balderdash; as the thorns of decrepit dumbness had stung them right in the center of their spines,

If you’re beautifully sculptured; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose faces; inadvertently resembled the most preposterously distorted of dinosaurs,

If you’re inevitably magnetic; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose countless zillion efforts; still miserably floundered to entice the heart of even an ethereally insouciant fly,

If you’re brilliantly patriotic; don’t feel sorry at all for all those who preferred to sell their mother’s and souls; instead of mustering the tenacity to take the onslaught of the rampaging devil on their barren chests,

If you’re altruistically sacrosanct; don’t fell sorry at all for all those who spent almost every unleashing second of their devastated lives; on the ultimate precipices of mental retardation and in a dilapidated mental asylum,

If you’re unassailably breathing; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose life was just for the sake of the externally worthless physical form; whose soul had died the most ghastliest of death at the hands of torturous fate; an infinite births ago,

If you’re immortally in love; don’t feel sorry at all for all those whose beats did quintessentially liberate into the atmosphere like yours; but unfortunately failed to coalesce with the eternally fructifying and ultimate love of their life,

Because. The instant you started to feel the least sorry for all these kind of organisms and countless more hopelessly deprived of their kind; you’d be infact giving them an instantaneous death which would be more gory than the most goriest of death could ever be; a death caused by sympathetic disdain; a death caused by your attitude of crumbling weakness; a death caused by your feeling of sheer helplessness; a death caused by your inability to accept them as blessedly normal entities alive,

Whilst the instant you stopped feeling sorry for them; wholeheartedly embracing them instead; as just one of your blessed kind; the instant you selflessly reached out to even the most infinitesimal aspect of theirs; the instant you tried and did your very best for them blending each of your gregarious breath with theirs; that very instant and by the grace of God; you’d not only be attaining the most supreme epitome of divinity; but commencing upon an expedition united with them; to exist as the most pricelessly unconquerable form of celestial living kind…

»Stone Pillow

I took irregular pieces of threadbare stone,
painted them with vibrant flashes of crimson red,
chiseled them to look like porous stone idol,
cut them with an iron knife into multiple fragments,
dipped them in steaming acid to divest them of natural
shine,
soaked them in chocolate curry, rendering them a
breeding ground for insect,
baked them in an oven transforming them into roasted
potato,
mixed them with spicy pickle charging them with tinges
of spice,
hurled them at window panes shattering glass into
infinite molecules of
glass,
polished them with golden emery till they shone as
crystal diamond,
lay them at random on wet mud surface to act as a tar
road,
diffused them with electric machine into a heap of
fine powder charcoal,
blended them with sandalwood paste to yield heavenly
aroma in the day,
stacked them in coarse bags of denim ready to be
dispatched in foreign land,
used them as beads of playing marble colliding with
soft thuds,
melted them in boiling gas flame forming light grey
tonic sticky in
complexion.

the night was engulfed with chilly currents of wind,
soft portions of my neck stabbed me like a thousand
needles,
intimate portions of scalp demanded adequate backrest,
that was exactly when vital brain waves struck me,
i crushed all the stone piece into a solitary slab,
covered it with rich dunlop cushion foam,
slept like a prince all night and sunlit day,
on my very own & innovative 'STONE PILLOW'