Poems - Love Poet Nikhil Parekh

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»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'

»Stop Ghastly Female Foeticide Right now!

By ruthlessly killing the female fetus right in its sacred womb itself; you’re infact ruthlessly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of unassailably divine fertility,

By indiscriminately killing the female fetus right in its magical womb itself; you’re infact indiscriminately killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of miraculously replenishing compassion,

By torturously killing the female fetus right in its sacrosanct womb itself; you’re infact torturously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of uninhibitedly heavenly mischief,

By insanely killing the female fetus right in its celestial womb itself; you’re infact insanely killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of invincibly panoramic beauty,

By truculently killing the female fetus right in its Omnipotent womb itself; you’re infact truculently killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of interminably blessing philanthropism,

By cannibalistically killing the female fetus right in its victorious womb itself; you’re infact cannibalistically killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of pricelessly inimitable artistry,

By heartlessly killing the female fetus right in its perennial womb itself; you’re infact heartlessly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of unconquerably unprejudiced truth,

By cold-bloodedly killing the female fetus right in its blessed womb itself; you’re infact cold-bloodedly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of limitlessly poignant proliferation,

By unforgivably killing the female fetus right in its priceless womb itself; you’re infact unforgivably killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of amazingly burgeoning creativity,

By sadistically killing the female fetus right in its insuperable womb itself; you’re infact sadistically killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of blissfully ubiquitous fragrance,

By wretchedly killing the female fetus right in its unfettered womb itself; ’ you’re infact wretchedly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of passionately bonding equality,

By criminally killing the female fetus right in its Omniscient womb itself; you’re infact criminally killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of enchantingly stupefying melody,

By venomously killing the female fetus right in its fructifying womb itself; you’re infact venomously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of unshakably ameliorating brotherhood,

By barbarously killing the female fetus right in its unimpeachable womb itself; you’re infact barbarously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of unfathomably exhilarating mysticism,

By hedonistically killing the female fetus right in its bountiful womb itself; you’re infact hedonistically killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of unsurpassably undefeated goodness,

By cadaverously killing the female fetus right in its jubilant womb itself; you’re infact cadaverously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of infallibly bewitching prosperity,

By demonically killing the female fetus right in its ebullient womb itself; you’re infact demonically killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of everlastingly symbiotic happiness,

By worthlessly killing the female fetus right in its triumphant womb itself; you’re infact worthlessly killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of unconquerably sumptuous versatility,

By violently killing the female fetus right in its eternal womb itself; you’re infact violently killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which could’ve been of ever-pervadingly righteous strength,

But by sacrilegiously killing the female fetus in its Omnipresent womb itself; you’re infact sacrilegiously killing an infinite more of your very own generations ahead; which definitely and would 100% be of an infinite infants; children; girls; women; boys; men; uncles; aunts; fathers; mothers; grandfathers; grandmothers; and an endless list of an endless more relations to you; galore…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.

»Straight Answers

Where do we get succulent fruit from; scores of raspberry attached to fresh green leaves,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the tall and finely corrugated tree.

Where do we get flocculent wool from; clusters of fur curled up in bountiful heaps,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the rotund and blissful mountain sheep.

Where do we get salt from; tones of white powder to impregnate favor to our meals,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the magnanimous and turbulently swirling ocean.

Where do we get milk from; immaculate curd dribbling to consume; for blissfully commencing every morning,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the sacrosanct and robust cow.

Where do we get glistening leather from; sleazy chunks of cloth to make our pocket purses,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the slithering and tantalizing reptile.

Where do we get scintillating pearls from; impeccable jewels untouched by adulteration,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the delectably molded shell of oyster.

Where do we get loads of illumination from; dazzling rays to fumigate the profusely moistened earth,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than celestial body of the blazing sun.

Where do we get mesmerizing fragrance from; gorgeous scent profoundly besieging our nostrils,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the crimson colored and dew dropp coated lotus.

Where do we get rain from; pelting globules of liquid blended with streaks of white lightning,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the colossal expanse of the ominously black sky.

Where do we get bountiful blessings from; tones of unsurpassable success in every sphere of life which we undertake,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the omniscient almighty.

Where do we get insurmountable love from; the exuberant spirit in life to contentedly exist,
The answer to this is simple; for it is none other than the impeccable beloved.

And where do we get an outlet to uninhibitedly express our emotions; informally blurt out the most inconspicuous problem of our mind,
The answer to this is as ubiquitous as ever; for it is none other than the divine mother.

»Stop killing animals

They were wholesomely innocent; not entangled in any
discrepancy of spurious religion whatsoever,

They didn’t need any wealth to live; harmlessly
replenishing their innocuous stomachs; with Nature’s
bountiful endowment,

They hadn’t a single cloth on their heavenly bodies;
yet handsomely managed their survival; without
infiltrating the slightest into your conventional
society,

They safeguarded your possessions like an invincible
fortress; while you slept in the untamed luxury of
opulent wine and seductive vixen,

They were bereft of a name; yet attended to the most
infinitesimal of your command; by whatever prefix;
that you chose to call them,

They gave the most exhilarating rides to your children
on their bare backs; at times wincing tumultuously
under the pain; while your kin had the time of their
lives,

They galloped like a profusely embellished prince
through the spiraling hills; timidly retreating back
as the Sun transcended beyond the ethereal horizons,

They harbored a festoon of poignant empathy in their
eyes; feeling devastatingly distraught as man killed
man; for power,

They frolicked playfully under the enchanting moon;
cuddling their young ones securely to their womb,

They had an astounding prowess of smell; at times
wholesomely depending upon it to find their way; as
their sight blinded in the most tenaciously brilliant
of sunshine,

They splashed every dawn under rejuvenating waterfalls
of the mountains; yielding you frosty milk for your
appetizing breakfast,

They imitated you at sporadic occasions; triggering
you to have the most wholehearted laugh of your lives,

They wagged their tails in ecstatic jubilation
witnessing the revered grace of their master;
irrespective of the fact that he belted out his
frustration of the day; ruthlessly on their nimble
hindsides,

They were complete oblivious to vicious circles of
hatred; lies; lecherous ambition; confronted each
moment of life as it came; with ardent simplicity in
their bodies,

They soared like a king amidst the celestial clouds;
rendering you their salubrious eggs; even before they
had hatched,

They had not the slightest of moral education; yet
sacrificed their lives for their soldiers; in the
acrimonious battlefield of war,

And they had a heart more passionately throbbing than
their human counterparts; weeping and profoundly
lamenting the loss of their loved ones,

They were barbarically called; Chickens, Pigs, Dogs,
Cats, Cows, Birds, Monsters, Wolves, Rabbits; Mice;
Ants and Frogs,
With people cutting; roasting; slaughtering;
strangulating; consuming; them for their daily meals;
as they still showered their blessings to all living
kind,

Therefore it is my plea to all you humans out there;
don’t give them any status in your monotonous society;
but at least can you STOP KILLING ANIMALS….

»Stream of love

O! that crystal clear stream flowing,
From tall precipices of the mountain; cascading below,
Those granules of spring water resemble love,
Make brand new paths to go,
Forming tributaries of eternal love,
Gushing at volatile speeds into the mystic world beneath.

The twisted path made by river flow,
Emphatic with light yellow tinges and glow,
With absolutely no hindrances to grow.
It imparts the secrete messages of hidden compassion,
Spreading its enchanting touch all over,
To this frenzied exhausted world,
With serene black calmness to follow.

The stream descends down in a placid manner,
With euphemistically soothing gurgling sounds,
Radiating in its splendid beauty,
To spread permanent messages of unbiased love,
To give relief in its arms,
Resembling gargantuan twists and turns of empathy.