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»Sweet Water Coconut

 

THE SUN BLAZES in full radiance,
the mercury soars to kingly proportions,
as sheets of dust blow in turbulence,
the parched tarmac bellows hysterically,
trees shriek in disbelief,
vulcanized rubber groans in despair,
as the sandstorm vocalizes its arrival.


Every eyeball gets averted,
to the green tripod of cool water,
stacked in gay abundance on thick jute sacks,
hailing from tall timber with slender branches,
deriving its nutrition from the pure wet sand,
christening it as the darling of all lands.


Colossal crowds flock the asphalt,
drifted by thirst and scorched excitement,
with sweaty palms, icy bandannas,
awaiting encounter with the hard green shell,
fingers clinging currency notes,
the queue shifts at a meandering pace,
as I finally get my chance,
to savor the natural taste in a coconut.






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

 

There were no surreptitious secrets to achieve it;
bask in its gloriously scintillating laurels for centuries immemorial,

There were no clandestine shortcuts to catapult to it;
shimmer in its unparalleled cynosure;
like no other entity on this astronomically colossal Universe,

There were no easy rides to gallop towards it;
unequivocally embellish it in your forehead;
for countless more births of yours yet to unveil,

There were no magical mantras to wholesomely assimilate it;
irrefutably ensure that it was solely yours;
from amongst infinite more on this unendingly gargantuan planet,

There were no incoherent insinuations to perpetually incarcerate it;
perennially ensure that it didn’t budge even an inconspicuous inch from your invincible custody,

There were no ominously nefarious means to blissfully absorb it;
witness it become the unfathomably poignant radiance;
that reflected profusely from your disastrous soul,

There were no dexterously ambiguous methods to lure it;
unleash it from the unsurpassably limitless Universe;
to make it the bountiful carpet of your stinking household,

There were no miraculous rockets to unflinchingly escalate to it;
sight the entire planet as an infinitesimal insect;
itting on its majestically kingly countenance,

There were no ravishingly melodious tunes to seduce it;
make it the profoundly aristocratic jewel of your impoverished eyes;
while the rest of the globe envied you in utter disbelief,

There were no swords to nonchalantly pluck it;
bestow it with astronomical ease in the heart of your dwindling palms;
for times immemorial,

There was no tenacious breeze to swipe it entirely in one single go;
proudly solemnize your severely devastated existence;
with all stupendous glory that lay in the resplendent cosmos,

There were no sleazily titillating colors to tantalize it;
uninhibitedly make it the celestial radiance of your frigidly capricious skin;
for decades unprecedented,

There were no bombastic pools of crocodile tears to melt it;
trap its divinely prosperity forever;
in the swirl of your insidiously non-existent imagery,

There were no ideals of spuriously pathetic business management to grasp it;
forever embed its triumphantly glittering
flag on the roof of your vengefully dithering dwelling,

There were no rigid textbook incantations to seek it; gyrate in the spell of its heavenly ebullience; irrespective of ghastly night or spell bindingly sweltering day,

There were no ingeniously scientific formulas to wonderfully evolve it;
preserve it without the slightest of effort;
for incomprehensibly unstoppable decades on the trot,

There were no flash in the pan one-night-stands to reach it;
let its marvelously enamoring intensity;
descend upon every cranny of your lecherously diminutive visage,

There were no bizarrely commercial manipulations to trade it;
make it the most unassailably treasured aspect of your despicable life;
in exchange of fathomless treasuries of your rotting wealth,

And if there was any way to immortally reach it;
divinely experience it in every philanthropic smile of your survival;
then it was irrefutably and only timeless perseverance; a Sun of blazing hard work;
that undisputedly leads you to the heaven of; unconquerably sweet SUCCESS….



©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Swimming Pool

 

The crystal water looked marvelously blue,
shining like a glowworm in the infectious moonlight,
filled in a hexagon tank lined with pure sandstone,
with,
stainless metal slides converging down from amazing
heights,
long strips of diving board for a headlong plunge,
crisscrossed threads of netlon bifurcating it into
equal halves,
large injections of disinfectant added at fixed
intervals of time,
cozy changing rooms stacked with luxury towel,
mega perfume canisters for swimming in ecstasy,
inflated circular rings of rubber for wading through
the deep,
an ambience of pine tree and sprawling lawn proved
more than conducive,
the swimming pool was a treat to the eye in blistering
heat of the summer
month.

i couldn't resist any further,
waves of exhilaration dismantled sensible imagery,
as i clambered short rungs of the steep ladder,
gave a shrill scream, relishing thoroughly the icy
waters,
after plummeting 50 feet down from,
the ergonomically sculptured diving board.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Switch of the air-conditioner please

 

I felt unrelentingly strangulated; with exhausted blasts of wind emanating from my nose,
Gloominess besieging me with tumultuous force; piercing through my innocuous heart,
An ocean of sweat dribbled down at astoundingly slow speed; trespassing my brow,
The crispness of my shirt; now transited into a completely bedraggled texture,
An inevitable sensation to scratch engulfed my naked skin; and intricate areas of sandwiched between the curly mass of my hair,
A fetid odor wafting from my mouth; permeated the rustically plush ambience,
Incessant shuffling of my feet; made me feel intensely uncomfortable,
Trapped mosquitoes stung succulent chunks of my flesh; inundating my palms with embarrassing blemishes,
My hands felt stiff; starved and thoroughly deprived of the tiniest of movement,
Folds of my skin camouflaging my eye felt heavy; my vision growing disconcertingly blurred by the unleashing minute,
A plethora of jerks rattled the most tenacious of my bone; waking me up every second from my blissful reveries,
An unceasing roar caressed my ears; particles of fine thread prompted me to vociferously sneeze,
White clouds of cigarette smoke floated continuously in the air; dramatically truncating my mental imagery to think,
A solitary fly buzzed painstakingly in the vicinity of my chin; despite frantic attempts to destroy it,
The fortress of my teeth; were clenched in an airtight embrace without respite,
Sound now diffused from my mouth as loud and incoherently sonorous,
I hadn’t consumed a droplet of water since hours; pangs of hunger incorrigibly banged against my constipated intestines,
The world had never seemed so claustrophobic; as I was bearing it this very moment,
That’s when I shouted; expanding the full capacity of my lungs,
Screeched my heart out like a fanatic; stingily commanding the person on the driving wheel; to switch off the air-conditioner,
Open the tinted glass till it came down; allowing ebullient draughts of fresh air; to wholesomely wash off the congested atmosphere.
 
»Sadly no beats

 

The most disgraceful thing for the skies; was to have
their gorgeously fathomless periphery; savagely
encrypted by a battalion of ominously heinous clouds,

The most disgraceful thing for the dog; was to have
its handsomely harmonious body; brutally kicked by its
charismatically revered master,

The most disgraceful thing for the deserts; was to
have their boundlessly celestial carpet of glistening
sands; inundated with Herculean tons of capriciously
insipid water,

The most disgraceful thing for the discotheque; was to
have its bombastically sleazy interiors; holistically
invaded by blissfully sacrosanct prayer and
painstakingly persevering rhyme,

The most disgraceful thing for the forests; was to
have their mystically romantic and profusely scented
surroundings; heinously perpetuated by obnoxiously
acrimonious gas; become a commercial warehouse for
monotonously vindictive business magnates,

The most disgraceful thing for the sharks; was to
impregnate their preposterously mammoth mouths with
diminutively worthless vegetables; slither incessantly
on frigid soil amidst a mountain of; lackadaisically
nonchalant seaweed,

The most disgraceful thing for the cow; was to
perennially ooze opulently spurious wine from its
overwhelmingly divinely teats; replenish its stomach
with parsimonious garbage left overs; left by the
uncouthly barbaric society for its nocturnal meal,

The most disgraceful thing for the ocean; was to have
its ravishingly undulating and timeless expanse of
waves; salaciously pervaded upon by hideously
gargantuan tankers of morbidly murderous oil,

The most disgraceful thing for the birds; was to have
their rhetorically nimble and flamboyantly boisterous
demeanor’s incarcerated behind appalling prison bars;
being treacherously bereft of galloping flight,

The most disgraceful thing for the old; was to have
their devastatingly ailing bodies being treated like
pieces of insanely threadbare shit; being
opprobriously castigated from their own dwellings; by
their irascibly impudent kin,

The most disgraceful thing for the corpse; was to have
its dolorously dreary interiors sagaciously
infiltrated by vivaciously sparkling life; bloom into
miraculous resplendence; the very word which was a
lethal venom for its perilously sinister ears,

The most disgraceful thing for the teacher; was to be
belligerently rebuked by his unsurpassable horde of
immaculate students; being boycotted with the tag of
“Liar”, for ostensibly no fault of his,

The most disgraceful thing for the athlete; was to
disastrously stumble into obdurately mortifying soil;
the instant he alighted his robustly sparkling foot;
in electric exuberance from the starting line,

The most disgraceful thing for the writer; was to have
his most pricelessly countless volumes of spell
binding literature; menacingly excoriated apart into a
trillion specks of lackluster dust; the very alphabets
which he had so ardently harnessed with his very own;
crimson blood,

The most disgraceful thing for the stomach; was to
meaninglessly puke out even the last iota of food
synergistically entrapped within; after consuming the
most harmoniously blessed ingredients of Mother
Nature,

The most disgraceful thing for the shadow; was to have
its stupendously enigmatic contours lecherously
punctured by maniacally concrete civilizations of
rigidity; have its silken grace manipulatively
trespassed by greedy tycoons,

The most disgraceful thing for the conscience; was to
be incomprehensibly burdened by a dungeon of blatantly
abhorrent lies; wholesomely vanquish its spirit of
irrefutably godly righteousness; at the slightest of
greedy provocation,

The most disgraceful thing for existence; was to be
indefatigably enshrouded by precarious hurricanes of
stagnating death; perpetually relinquish its
Omnipotent aura; to the deplorable hell of
non-existence,

And the most disgraceful thing for love; was
diabolically bellicose betrayal; being viciously
slapped by the person it had uninhibitedly devoted its
countless lifetimes; being left to wander with solely
a remorseful heart; but SADLY NO BEATS….



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

 

As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt as
soft as the fluffy feather of the flamingo; speeded at
lightening speeds towards the Sun; with a mere caress
to the accelerator,
While at present the same felt like a thousand bags
inundated with sharp stones; simply refraining to
budge a single inch from its original position;
however onerously I tried to push it.

As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
the gentle stream of placid water; mesmerizing all
scattered in vicinity with its stupendous charisma and
flamboyant grace,
While at present the same thrusted me violently on the
floor; slithered like an untamed freezing lizard;
crying incessantly to move a centimeter forward.

As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it
voluptuously kissed me as I sat down on the seat;
whizzed me past the enamoring sights of the city like
a molten volcano fulminating from the trajectory of
moist earth,
While at present the same emanated a horrendously
charred stench of burnt rubber; choked; coughed and
stuttered infinite number of times as I switched on
the ignition.

As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
the satiny cocoon of clouds having just descended from
the sky; pacifying my insurmountably frazzled senses;
with the rhythmic music of its synchronized stirring,
While at present the same seemed as cumbersome to
handle as the incredulously slippery granules of
desert sand; with the exhaust pipe barking hostile
plumes of black smoke directly into my eyes.

As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
an exhilarating aircraft whirring up; ready to
transport me across distant corners of the Globe
within flash seconds of time,
While at present the same crawled slower than the
fattest tortoise; nudging just a single inch; in a
single hour.

As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
a pen embossing words at electric velocities;
conquering every territory; flooding every sheet with
a billion lines of enchanting poetry,
While at present the same seemed to be perspiring like
the mammoth bull; digging its curled horns
incorrigibly into the stony ground.

As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
the vivacious rainbow in the sky; with its
scintillating jugglery of mirror explicitly portraying
my handsome reflection,
While at present the same seemed to be like the
hoarsely begging eunuch; with its voice stuck stronger
than the most tenacious of glue; petrifying my
blissful ears with its prominently discordant tunes.

As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
a cleanly floating whistle; permeating the gloomy
ambience with its astoundingly fast pulse and robust
pace,
While at present it tripped embarrassingly on the
ground to taste dust even before I sat; thunderously
yawning every second like a lame soldier; when infact
I wanted to reach the hospital to meet my wife in an
absolute jiffy,

And as I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt
like the bouncing kangaroo brimming with poignant
euphoria and rubicund strength; able to appease the
most minuscule of my demand; transporting me with
supreme comfort and nonchalant ease to the destination
of my choice; the very place I wanted to be,
While at present it lay pathetically morose; trembling
like a deserted orphan on the street; as its twin tyre
tubes which were once bulging with astronomical
amounts of fresh air; had now been brutally assaulted
by a battalion of savage nails;
Lay barbarically ripped apart; utterly deflated and
SADLY PUNCTURED…




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Sadly without its beats

 

Please let us sing together; flooding the dolorously
sultry atmosphere; with the ingratiating passion in
our voice,
Please let us smile together; enlightening the lives
of our dwindling compatriots with optimistic rays of
hope,

Please let us whistle together; piercing the sullen
carpets of air with our boisterously bubbly tunes;
spawning new life into the countless; as every instant
unveiled,

Please let us fantasize together; conceiving the most
mesmerizing beauty overwhelming this fathomless
Universe; catapulting into a land as enchanting as the
divine,

Please let us evolve together; procreating our own
progeny; so that we contributed our very best towards
continuing your cherished chapter of existence,

Please let us eat together; appeasing the hunger of
our famished stomachs; to transit thereafter into
realms of majestically heavenly sleep,


Please let us pray together; asking you to alleviate
us of our sins committed inadvertently; asking you to
bless the entire human race with unfathomable
happiness,

Please let us mischief together; frolicking in the
aisles of innocuous childhood; even after crossing the
threshold of manipulative maturity,

Please let us run together; accomplishing our mission
of saving the planet with invincible grit and
determination; bonding our spirit with all those
philanthropic; in the true spirit of solidarity,

Please let us embrace together; incarcerating our
tumultuously rising flames in our body as one; under
torrential cloudbursts of rain,

Please let us cry together; commiserating wholesomely
with our pain; resiliently proliferating from the
ashes again; to challenge every aspect of
acrimoniously treacherous life,

Please let us dance together; mystically diffusing our
magical incantation in every flower that blossomed
under sizzling rays of the Sun,

Please let us whisper together; portraying the most
innermost feelings of our heart to unprecedented
limits beyond the sky; triggering off the marvelously
milky night with glory of our untamed romance,

Please let us swim together; conquering each
diabolically swirling wave with the insurmountable
conviction in our bodies; profusely blending with the
exuberant spirit of adventure,

Please let us sketch together; encapsulating the most
stupendously ravishing beauty in this Universe in the
barren canvas; that lay delectably on our palms,


Please let us drink together; assimilating all the
happiness on this boundless planet; toasting the most
memorable moments of our lives in the astoundingly
silken darkness,

Please let us hear together; absorbing the
unsurpassable melody in the winds; gyrate beyond
corridors of ecstasy for times immemorial,

Please let us breathe together; live each moment of
existence to its unfathomable fullest; living life
higher than the clouds and affording the same for our
fellow comrades,

And most importantly please grant us death together O! Almighty Lord;
for if you took one of us away before the other; then
of course the heart would definitely continue to live;
but sadly without its beats…..

(c) copyright-2003, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Same requirement

 

Different requirements of food for infinite stomachs;
some preferring gargantuan mountains of ingratiatingly
appeasing fruit; while some blissfully satiating
themselves with rustically plain bread and brine,

Different requirements of bravery for infinite chests;
some preferring Herculean amounts of unflinching
fortitude; while some wholesomely content whiling away
their lives in the realms of disdainfully dastardly
dilapidation,

Different requirements of empathy for infinite souls;
some preferring to be uncontrollably deluged with the
chapters of compassionately eternal togetherness;
while some wanting to be let obnoxiously aloof even as
maelstroms of hell vindictively blended with the
trajectory of earth,

Different requirements of embellishment for infinite
demeanor’s; some preferring to be profusely adorned
with unfathomably iridescent jewelry; while some
loving to be left obsoletely plaintive on the
lackadaisically barren hills,

Different requirements of hearing for infinite ears;
some preferring to be indefatigably enshrouded with
naturally enchanting rhyme; while some wanting to
tirelessly lambaste themselves with thunderously
unending euphoria of the sleazy discotheque,

Different requirements of moisture for infinite
eyeballs; some preferring to be amiably flooded with
unsurpassable rivers of celestially sparkling
moisture; while some phlegmatically shrugging apart
the excess liquid into wisps of insipid nothingness,

Different requirements of strength for infinite
shoulders; some preferring to embrace the whirlwinds
of boundlessly augmenting tenacity; while some wanting
to languish in dungeons of moderate timidness; for the
remainder of their lives,

Different requirements of hair for infinite scalps;
some preferring to be relentlessly enshrouded with
silken carpets of unsurpassable black; while some
utterly disdainful about unruly outgrowths projecting
sanctimoniously from their heads,

Different requirements of blood for infinite skins;
some preferring a turbulently uninhibited catharsis of
it incessantly in their body; while some wanting the
wonderfully scarlet elixir to serenely flow like
fading sunshine,

Different requirements of fantasy for infinite brains;
some preferring to panoramically dream about even the
most diminutively capricious element of existence;
while some austerely incarcerating their minds in
graveyards of abhorrently manipulative monotony,

Different requirements of destinies for infinite
palms; some preferring to have an astoundingly
insurmountable repertoire of forks and lines on the
back of their hand; while some insatiable desirous of
a life more plainer than the horrendously flat hills,

Different requirements of voice for infinite throats;
some preferring to fulminate into an exuberantly
unending and evergreen song every unfurling minute of
the day; while some more inclined towards a
nonchalantly laconic reverie; even as life didn’t give
them a second chance,

Different requirements of air for different armpits;
some preferring an intransigently endless blast of
ebulliently reinvigorating breeze till the very last
step of existence; while some inexorably wanting to
break into tornado’s of cold-bloodedly insane sweat,

Different requirements of saliva for different mouths;
some preferring to incessantly slaver into fructifying
whirlpools of untamed ecstasy; while some wanting
themselves as dry as horrifically grassless and
squelched charcoal,

Different requirements of truth for different
conscience’s; some preferring to irrefutably blaze
into an insuperable inferno of righteousness for
infinite more births yet to unveil; while some
inevitably falling prey to the corpse of scurrilously
invidious lies,

Different requirements of flirtation for infinite
eyelashes; some preferring to mischievously culminate
into a flurry of surreptitious winks every now and
again; while some reticently agglutinated to the brow
in dogmatic sternness and indomitable concentration,

Different requirements of breath for infinite
nostrils; some preferring to effulgently inhale as
much of resplendent air as conceivable on this
Universe till the time majestic life palpitated; while
some deliriously snapping the very fangs of existence;
with their very own parasitically deleterious hands,

But same requirement of immortal love for infinite
organisms; with every religion; caste; creed; color;
sect and tribe limitlessly wanting to encompass every
step that they alighted with its Omnipotently heavenly
radiance; limitlessly wanting to make its vividly
majestic rhythm the sole beats of their impoverished
lives…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Scent and spice

 

I consumed rice blended with fish curry,
added pinches of salt to exit from realms of bland
taste.
i licked bare brick wall coated with sand plaster,
devoured spicy remains of natural plastic paint.
i trampled violently through fields of red pepper,
sprayed finely crushed powder in the vicinity of
shivering tongue.
i swam at feverish pace in extreme salty solvent of
the Caribbean sea,
wiped myself dry to feel allergic patches of faded
red.
i pumped the air with a blend of perfume and green
mustard seed,
sat for patient hours basking in a film of spicy
atmosphere.
i rolled in clay mud sprinkled with pungent
fertilizer,
smeared my wheatish face with semicircular cakes of
flavored mud.
i sat on a cushion containing fermented yellow sour
cream,
smelt of obnoxious odour all throughout the passing
day.
i rubbed naked patches of my skin with hot repellant
balms,
danced all day with thunder storms of ecstasy echoing
through my eardrum.
i tore big chunks of orange ginger from tender
branches of sapling,
drenched myself with a tumbler full of aromatic water.
i desired to breathe in an ambience of ravishing
alligator perfume,
swim in colossal ponds of suspended salt for the
remaining tenure of my life.


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»School Laboratory

 

Steaming hot acid in glass crucibles,
stone slabs of individual apparatus,
labeled conical flasks with neutral bases,
glass cupboards full of performance journals,
hi-tech microscopes for analysis,
round jars of swimming flower roots,
specimens of algae, rats, and dead frog,
black full-scale charts of chromosome study,
programmed calculators strewn in fluorescent light,
electric meters with voltage fluctuating,
dangling copper wires for connection,
sharpened lead for sketching designs,
steel spheres suspended from oscillating threads,
cross ventilation for absorbing fumes,
mega dissection boxes with scientific artillery,
shaving blades for tearing root,
round the clock botanical demonstrations,
high powered glare bulbs,
bountiful samples of colored compounds,
thickened glass fish aquarium,
shining granite holding multiple computers,
with a host of modern software chips,
black canes of adjudicating supervisors,
ready to slash at instants of wrongdoing,
lavatories blended with pungent antiseptic,
with germicidal tablets of white carbolic,
collapsible springs attached to bar magnets,
the window overlooking bare bricks of school entrance,
projecting from dizzy heights of clock tower,
with blue apron adorning my stature,
a compulsory must during practical hours,
is a first hand discription of my school laboratory.



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