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»Seeking Solace

 

WHEN I FELT that the pace of life was overwhelmingly hectic; I sought solace in the blissful backdropp of the mystical valley,

When I felt that my legs were indefatigably tired; I sought solace in the king poster bed; tucking them cozily under the frilled mattress,

When I felt that each bone impregnated in my body hurt like a thousand corpses; I sought solace in the rejuvenating pool of herbal liquid,

When I felt that my tongue had lost all sensation of taste and aroma; I sought solace in a bunch of stupendously seductive grapes dangling in the dense forests,

When I felt that my scalp was being attacked by infinite battalions of red ant and termite; I sought solace under the waterfall of medicated shampoo; to wholesomely annihilate the last scrap of dirt from its very roots,

When I felt that my fingers simply refrained to write; I sought solace in clouds of soft and impeccable cotton; gently caressing each strand and thereby giving maximum ecstasy to my starved flesh,

When I felt that my brain had lost all its ability to perceive; monotonously trapped in the disparaging issues of the commercial world; I sought solace in a stream of red wine; gulping down the ravishing elixir; to stimulate my dead cells enjoying immortal sleep,

When I felt that my feet had gone horrendously numb; transforming into mammoth slabs of frozen ice; I sought solace infront of the crackling fire; imparting my soles the revitalization to leap in animated exultation and gallop,

When I felt that I was getting insanely bored; with pangs of uncanny frustration creeping up slowly into my soul; I sought solace on the boisterous floor of the vivacious disco; swinging my body to a billion beats of pulsating music,

When I felt that the sweltering rays of Sun were piercing with pungent hostility into my skin; I sought solace in the dainty interiors of my timid and little hut,

When I felt that the storm of hunger was brewing up incorrigibly in my stomach; I sought solace in shimmering plates inundated with appetizing morsels of pure curd and steaming rice,

When I felt that the stillness of atmosphere was severely taking its toll on my senses; I sought solace with the melodiously whistling bird,

When I felt that my hear beat was on the verge of extinction; the throbbing which was once prolifically violent in my chest; now not heard at all; I sought solace in the arms of my beloved; feeling her breath trigger off my smothering passions once again,

When I felt that the rotten stench of obnoxious vehicle smoke virtually strangulating the last ounce of air suspended in my lungs; I sought solace in a garden of fragrant lotus; with the tingling odor adding a smile perpetually to my face,

When I felt that planet earth had become too claustrophobic to exist; with every single space jammed by hordes of people and machinery; I sought solace in the dark dungeons; where the slithering serpent captivated me wholesomely with its charm and dance,

When I felt that the dust from the deserts was irascibly irritating my eyes; I sought solace in the heart of the ocean; where the frothy foam and fish entrenched me with insurmountable exhilaration,

When I felt that scores of stinging mosquitoes from the city perilously intruded upon and spoilt my every night; I sought solace on the top of the mountain; where the air was; pristine and fresh, and where I was in talking distance with the stars,

When I felt that the darkness of the satanic night was casting its evil spell upon me from all sides; I sought solace in the invincible lap of my mother,

And when I felt that my faith in mankind was gradually dwindling; with an insatiable urge to flee this Universe forever burning high and handsome in my persona every second; I sought solace in front of the creator; kneeling in submissive stupor on his feet; to experience the rays of encouragement; the omnipotent power to survive…


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

 

At times crowning as the most unassailably embellished
prince; making me triumphant over all my uncouthly
coldblooded adversaries,
While at times a devastating hurricane; pulverizing me
mercilessly; to blend with inconspicuously threadbare
dust…..

At times insatiably propelling me to soar handsomely
through the majestic clouds; wholesomely oblivious to
anything else around,
While at times an evil sorceress; diabolically
enshrouding every quarter of my mind; with irascibly
vindictive hostility……

At times making me feel as if I was the richest
organism alive; with all murderous manipulation on
this planet having not the tiniest of space in my
mesmerizing life,
While at times an indefatigable tornado of negativity;
brutally crippling me towards the corridors of
horrific oblivion; even before I could alight a single
step…..

At times heralding me as the ultimate conqueror and
irrefutably unshakable emperor; with all enchanting
beauty on this colossal planet; blissfully
assimilating in the magnanimously stretched contours
of my lap,
While at times an overwhelmingly ludicrous inferno of
cowardice; forcing me to sleep in the shell of
sequestered doom; for times immemorial…..

At times incessantly urging me to surge forward in my
mission of celestially exploring the entire Universe;
melodiously bask in the glory of bountifully radiant
sunshine,
While at times heinously chopping both my arms and
feet with the swords of fear; burying me infinite feet
beneath my ghastly grace; although I was profoundly
alive…..

At times triggering me to fantasize beyond realms of
magnificently tantalizing eternity; astoundingly
titillating each nerve of my truculently anguished
demeanor; with fireballs of vibrant compassion,
While at times ruthless excoriating apart my
intricate; with tumultuously lambasting depression…..

At times making me invincibly believe in my
philanthropically unconventional conquests;
wonderfully accepting the religion of mankind as the
most unconquerable treasure,
While at times squelching me to insidious chowder; in
perception of things which were simply non-existent;
in cognizance of a satanic end that was never to be….

At times profusely enlightening me to sing
euphorically with all goodness in the atmosphere;
poignantly absorbing every element of rhapsody that
existed in gregarious tandem; on the trajectory of
this gigantic Universe,
While at times tyrannically whipping me left; right
and center for ostensibly no fault of mine;
transpiring me to conceive gruesome hell; even when I
was in the midst of amiably spell binding paradise….

At times divinely relating to every iota of my mind;
soul and righteous conscience; making me fulminate
into an incredulously resplendent festoon of
timelessness,
While at times treacherously imprisoning my
uninhibitedly serene river of priceless thought flow;
with salacious chains of self inflicted misery;
remorsefully torturing me till the absolute end of my
time……

And at times illuminating each beat of my heart with
the impregnable light of immortal love; making me
ecumenically commiserate with all those; with even the
most diminutive fraction of pain,
While at times hurling me towards the corpse of
lecherous death every unfurling minute of the
bloodstained night and the flamboyantly sweltering
day; abominably charring me to bark a countless
deaths; was my SENSITIVITY…..



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

 

The car shot at high speeds through deserted lanes,
trampling scraps of paper, bushy outgrowths of foliage,
zipping at speeds escalating by the minute,
leaving truck loads of plain golden dust behind.

his hands were smudged with cold blood,
sweatshirt of rich denim clung to his waist,
tinted strips of glass shielded his savage eyes,
stubby fingers poked from tightly stitched leather
gloves,
bulging muscle almost tore his shirt sleeve,
streaks of sun tan blended perfect with ruddy
complexion,
long strands of auburn hair looked gruesomely brutal,
thick chains of pure gold hung from short neck bone,
uncut fingernails contained crusts of human blood,
a gleaming gun barrel projected from trouser pocket,
heavy perspiration trickled down his arms and cheek,
wailing horns of the police now reached him loud and
stringent,
the cops were hot on his trail since decades,
although he eluded them on more occasions than once.

this time the scenario looked dismally distraught,
he knew had few breaths now to breathe,
reminiscences of past misdeeds flooded his mind,
those days of ruling as a professional killer had now
faded into oblivion,
the car swerved violently,
came to an abrupt halt striking against heavy tree
lumber,
buckets of blood leaked from mutilated parts of his
body,
infinite bones of his body lay crushed beneath the
burning debris,
slender windpipe of breath now split in halves,
the once saluted form lay completely lifeless,
as a volley of bullets erupted from compact pistol
apertures,
aimed at random to assassinate all traces of the SERIAL
KILLER.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Service to the divine

 

Service to all those gruesomely blinded; unable to
sight even an infinitesimal iota of their reflection
in the most brilliant of sunlight; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those pathetically maimed; disastrously
stumbling for life on each step; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those mentally bereaved; wholesomely
immune to the wonderfully bountiful beauty around; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those abominably orphaned; uncouthly
bereft of the ones they solely loved and adored; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those tyrannically lambasted; brutally
kicked from all quarters of the treacherous society;
is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those saddeningly deaf; devastatingly
unable to hear even the most thunderous sound that
uttered from their throat; is irrefutably true service
to the divine,

Service to all those miserably dumb; groping till
times immemorial in a whirlpool of ghastly darkness;
is irrefutably true service to the divine,


Service to those inexplicably gloomy; wandering
maniacally with the whiplash of barbaric destiny upon
their shoulder; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those penuriously widowed; bearing the
savagery of the vindictive world after the departure
of their mates; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those disdainfully oppressed; being
unrelentingly condemned by spuriously bombastic and
diabolical power leaders; is irrefutably true service
to the divine,

Service to all those remorsefully lonely; existing for
the remainder of their lives in dungeons of ominous
morbidity and obsolescence; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those ludicrously crumbling; being
pulverized every instant at the hands of the satanic
devil for ostensibly no fault of theirs; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those indefatigably rotting; stagnating
under the onslaught of the evil in the corridors of
pernicious hell; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those unfathomably shivering; blending
prematurely with threadbare soil without a roof to
harbor their heads; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those penalizingly enslaved; devilishly
forced to lick the dirt all sweltering day and sullen
night; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those insidiously crippled; slithering
without arms and feet on ditheringly cold ground; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those precariously famished;
extinguishing into nothingness as the winds of
tumultuously torturous starvation took complete
control; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to the staggeringly impoverished; surviving in
gutters of malicious hatred well below the poverty
line; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those viciously injured; with agonizing
blood oozing from their immaculate veins
indiscriminately refraining to cease the slightest; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Over and above all; Service to all mankind;
irrespective of caste; creed; religion and color
alike; is irrefutably true service to the divine


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Seven Stars-A peculiar configuration

 

The celestial placid shape in the sky,
Gains the shape of a question mark,
To give vague and abstract clues,
Depicting conventional meanings of life.

The star configuration gives new life to the door of hope,
Diverting the mind to sacred paths,
Leaving a person in a quandary,
Groping for reasons of non commercial survival.

It gives him a glimpse of his vibrant nature,
Pointing accurately to the heart core of life,
In this space age of computer and robot,
To bring a spiritual upstanding in life.

It sharpens ones outline,
Finely chiseling dormant parts of brain,
Making one mentally sound and fit,
Portraying to the world ones brand new gift.




© nikhilparekh
 
»Shadow

 

Dominating its presence right since birth,
in sunlight, moonshine, and artificial light,
pitch dark in color at all instants of time,
sewn perpendicular to pair of feet,
lurking stealthily on all kinds of surface,
unobstructed passage of black light,
trespassing nuclear stations, barbed wire,
high flung walls, towering gates of wrought iron,
mass of water, galleries of glass cubicles,
with utmost ease of a crowned prince,
kissing unknown strangers with soft intimacy,
embracing hot patches of dirt,
with tender caress of shady moisture,
cooling dreary passengers scorched in the sun,
priceless comfort without a pinch to the purse,
emanating wildly from all living and created,
disappearing entirely at nightfall,
and abrupt closure of switchboard light,
twice the length of person possessing it,
a magnified presentation of existing object,
as i stare at the relaxed composure of my SHADOW.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Shall we?

 

Shall we climb mount Everest,
rest in shady domains of tree foliage.
shall we eat spicy food coated with cheese,
remain awake till late hours of the night.
shall we laugh till stream of tears roll down our
cheek,
splash our feet in gushing torrents of river water.
shall we make sandcastles in ocean sand,
gallop through paddy fields on strong race horse.
shall we play relishing games of card poker,
greedily gulp steaming brown coffee from mugs.
shall we drive through streets of the crowded city,
ring incessantly metallic bells of towering church.
shall we scrub marble floors with wet sponge,
wash sins of past lives with our precious blood.
shall we talk on telephone for unsurpassable length of
time,
watch us grow every unfolding minute of life.
shall we paint canvas with smudges of mixed color,
perspire together in scorching heat of unforgiving
sun.
shall we move our bodies to pulsating music,
serve humanity with all possible dedication and might.
shall we tear apart our hair in anger,
wade our way through artificial tunnels of ice.
shall we consume barrels of intoxicating wine,
get marooned in scarcely populated african jungle.
shall we fly high in gas baloons,
snap photographs of the mesmerizing moon.
shall we leap into dark death valleys,
stay united for many births as humans.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Share with me

 

Share with me your eyes; not because I was
horrendously blind,
But because I am sure; that together our sight
combined; would alleviate all our blind compatriots
towards corridors of indispensably optimistic light…

Share with me your breath; not because my lungs
abhorred to breathe the disdainfully polluted air
outside,
But because I am sure; that together our passion
combined; would ignite fireballs of untamed rhapsody;
in the heart of the cold blooded night…

Share with me your hands; not because all my fingers
felt insipidly weak; to hoist even a minuscule object
from soil,
But because I am sure; that together our fortitude
combined; would scrap every iota of evil; march
unflinchingly towards a celestially blissful
humankind…

Share with me your mind; not because my brain stared
like a baseless idiot into fathomless expanses of
empty space,
But because I am sure; that together our intelligence
combined; would mitigate all indiscriminate racialism
from hateful souls lingering on the planet;
philanthropically assist all those dreadfully maimed;
to the euphoric winds of cloud nine….

Share with me your legs; not because my feet melted
like a ludicrously pathetic ant; under the most nimble
rays of sunshine,
But because I am sure; that together our stride
combined; would evacuate all parasitic traitors from
the periphery of our motherland; trigger cloudbursts
of resilience in all lackadaisical living kind…

Share with me your ears; not because I showed no
reaction at all; even as devastating earthquakes
rattled civilizations to raw ash,
But because I am sure; that together our hearing
combined; would empathize with each morbidly shivering
organism in this world; bring those to absolute
justice; who were incessantly tyrannizing mankind…

Share with me your voice; not because I stammered like
an intermittently nervous shadow; on each word that
stumbled from my mouth,
But because I am sure; that together our sound
combined; would inundate this fathomless globe with
ingratiating melody; profusely enriching the lives of
all those engulfed with inexplicable despair….

Share with me your shoulders; not because I didn’t
possess an iota of muscle in my arms; collapsing like
a pack of frigid cards; at the tiniest insinuation of
the capricious winds,
But because I am sure; that together our power
combined; would deluge the lives of those miserably
orphaned since childhood with courageous light;
transporting them to a land more beautifully enticing
than paradise…

Share with me your soul; not because my deplorably
empty entity; wavered uncertainly between the aisles
of gorgeous heaven; and malicious hell,
But because I am sure; that together our benevolence
combined; would; instill the fabulously wonderful
elements of existence in waywardly loitering
organisms; catapult them back to their most
enthralling rudiments of cherished life….

And share with me your heart; not because the beats in
mine sporadically fluttered towards the caverns of
obsolete oblivion; tottering infinite kilometers
beneath the grave; even while robustly alive,
But because I am sure; that together our love
combined; would; invincibly immortalize the spirit of
uninhibited freedom; the divinely spirit to live and
let live; bonding for times immemorial; the rich;
poor; and impoverished; alike….


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

 

I used to cut thick strands of the abysmally long rope; bifurcating it
into
commensurate halves,
Then use the same in hoisting out bulky loads from the sequestered
well; fetch
water from the river standing on top of the lanky mountain.

I used it to adroitly scrape blotches of disdainful mud adhering to my
shoe;
evacuate the debris from inside the soles,
So when I wore my disheveled footwear the next time out; it appeared
profoundly scintillating under the fiery body of sun.

I used it to scrupulously tear pieces of gaudy cloth into thin strips;
vibrantly displaying a host of vivid colors,
Then stuck them into my straw brimmed hat; wore a strap of snake
leather; to
resemble the perfect cowboy.

I used to ruthlessly rip apart through pudgy chunks of plush
upholstery;
brutally extricating the sponge out,
In my frantic search for finding the missing jewels; apprehending the
scores
of nefarious criminals.

I used it to poke my beloved in the soft cartilage of her ribs;
hovering it in
the vicinity of her ear like a petulant mosquito,
Only to hear her anguished rebuking; the deliberately cold meals she
served me
for nocturnal supper.

I used it to tenaciously dig the fresh mounds of mud; making a plethora
of
inconspicuous holes in proximity of the plants,
Facilitating their accelerated growth; providing them with augmented
space to
breathe.

I used it to spread the golden smear of butter on my morning bread;
coherently
applying jam to my succulent fruit,
Thereafter Relishing my meal immensely; with sporadic beams of light
falling
in shimmering pools on my dreary eyes.

I used it to frivolously prick inflated balloons; inserting it with
meticulous
precision in their protuberant body,
Tremendously enjoyed the thunderous bang; the monstrous reverberations
that
besieged the atmosphere as an inevitable aftermath.

I even used it sometimes as a substitute to my pen; dipping it
extravagantly
in a bottle replete with blue blooded ink,
However it floundered to achieve the required proficiency; and it was
an
apathy to view the mangled lines of literature that I had scribbled on
the
finely agglutinated paper.

But one thing was for sure; and I know all of you would ubiquitously
agree
with the same,
My pair of 'SHARP SCISSORS' served me the best when I used it to trim
the
unruly hair inhabiting my scalp; the deplorable strands of moustache
waywardly
drooping down my chin,
Astoundingly transforming my demeanor from that of a bushy demon; to
that of
an impeccable god.


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

 

As i shaved corrugated exteriors of the deodar tree,
the palpable object of wood shivered incessantly all
frosty night.

when i shaved the skin of rustic African leopard,
he was left behind with a conglomerate of bones and
naked flesh,
assassinating buoyant traces of pride nestling in
infinite parts of his body.

when i shaved the thorny skin of juicy pineapple,
ripping the fruit into triangular halves with my
butcher knife,
appetizing slices of nutrition lay lifeless for me to
consume.

when i shaved hectares of paint sticking to house
walls,
savagely rubbed every iota of polish with crystal
sandpaper,
the structure resembled a morbid mortuary devoid of
sparks of color.

when i shaved the gaudy black skin from tinted car
glass,
punctured its doors with grey lead flying haphazardly
from my pistol,
the sedan appeared as if donated in charity,
fresh from the dilapidated domains of the village
junkyard.

when i shaved the transparent skin of electric bulb of
light,
severed the dainty filaments of voltage inside,
the contrivance resembled soft yellow pulp of rotten
mango.

when i shaved ornately sculptured skin of oyster
shell,
evacuated frugal amounts of saline water
trapped inside,
impeccable pearls of brilliant white bounced in my
awaiting palms.

when i shaved chunks of hair from the human scalp,
scrubbed it hard with a concoction of oil and perfume
till it shone,
engraved it with mystical scriptures portraying the
ancient era,
the bald dome looked strikingly similar to,
sparkling idols of god assembled in the tranquil
golden light of the temple.


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