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»So sacredly immortal

 

The eternal compassion that radiated from her nubile
persona was so overwhelmingly fantastic; that it made
me wholesomely oblivious to even the most poignantly
lurking of my shadow,

The enchanting tunes that diffused from her spell
binding throat were so unassailably aristocratic; that
they made me stagger like piles of infinitesimally
pulverized nothingness; in due obeisance of her
profoundly sacrosanct grace,

The untamed voluptuousness that drifted from her
bountifully effulgent hair was so majestically
vivacious; that it made me feel like an
inconspicuously fleeting reflection; infront of the
fathomless cosmos and panoramically wonderful world
outside,

The silken smiles that blossomed from her amiably
charismatic lips were so philanthropically beautiful;
that they made me feel an eternally blessed
constituent of gregariously blooming humanity,

The oceans of unsurpassable empathy oozing from her
emphatic eyes were so effusively ardent; that they
metamorphosed even the most ethereal iota of my
misery; into a fountain of ebulliently unprecedented
happiness,

The reverberations that emanated when she walked were
so unflinchingly righteous; that they made me
irrefutably salute the apostle of truth; for infinite
more births of mine yet to unfurl,

The scent of unparalleled benevolence that
disseminated from her soul was so fabulously eclectic;
that it wholesomely swapped even the most capricious
trace of malicious monotony from my life; forever and
ever and ever,

The titillation that ingratiatingly wafted from her
sensuous belly was so incredulously unbelievable; that
it swiped me like a magical prince from my feet; to
indefatigably float in the aisles of celestially
rhapsodic paradise,

The unlimited spirit of ecstasy that bloomed from her
golden perspiration was so regally astounding; that it
made every element of my despicably dwindling
countenance triumphantly surge ahead towards the;
entrenchment of unshakable glory,

The whirlpools of fantasy jubilantly liberating from
her nerves were so profoundly sensitive; that they
perpetuated an Omnipotent mountain of hope; into my
parsimonious hutments of treacherously morbid remorse,

The yawn encircling her marvelously pristine mouth was
so harmoniously natural; that it entirely sacked even
the most diminutive trace of ghastly manipulation from
my demeanor; miraculously transforming me into just
the way when I was freshly born,

The cisterns of crimson blood circulating in her veins
were so benign; that they Omnisciently granted a
healing touch; to even the most disastrously sordid
and horrendously mutilated wounds of mine,

The winds of flirtatious mischief gushing from her
intricate skin were so vividly mesmerizing; that they
transited me way back into realms of exhilarating
adolescence; the times when even the most subtle
mention of a woman; would transcend me to heavens
beyond paradise,

The serendipitous mysticism unveiling from her
artistic speech was so astonishingly magnetic; that it
made me completely immune to even the worst of pain;
smiling as an sleeping prince even as daggerheads of
indescribable viciousness; stabbed me from all sides,

The fortress of boundless solidarity in her arms was
so royally endowing; that it instilled in me the
indefatigable tenacity; to unnervingly propel forward
even as inevitable death replaced scintillating life,

The innocence in her timelessly fluttering eyelashes
was so impeccably untainted; that it became my sole
mantra to blissfully form perpetually passionate bonds
with the Creator Divine,

The virgin boisterousness in her iridescent visage was
so tirelessly fantastic; that it shrugged the
asphyxiated ropes of tiredness forever away from my
trembling body; bestowed upon me a perennially new
lease to lead life,

The heavenly exultation in her breath was so
victoriously vivid; that it annihilated the chapters
of death forever from my rambunctiously croaking
existence; aristocratically impregnated in me the
ability to countlessly proliferate into handsome new
life,

And the beats that popped out from her heart were so
sacredly immortal; that they spawned caravans of
uninhibited love on every step that I tread;
symbolizing each instant of my life with a Samaritan
purpose; symbolizing the thunderbolt of my life as a
uniting harbinger of all mankind….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»So that I forget

 

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to
indiscriminately hate; embrace one and all in the
perpetual religion of humanity; alike,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to
treacherously suck blood; ubiquitously diffuse the
fragrance of immortal peace; to the most fathomless
quarters of this mesmerizing Universe,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to uncouthly
lambaste; unite with the spirit of everlasting
mankind; and wholesomely blend with the rudiments of
irrefutably holistic truth,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to gorily
excoriate all innocent shivering; perennially
gallivant in the aisles of uninhibited rhapsody and
ecstatically augmenting melody,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to ruthlessly
abuse; disseminate all unequivocal goodness of the
atmosphere; to all those miserably tottering
hutment’s; besieged with inexplicably morose
hopelessness,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to barbarically
exploit; swirl in a mist of ebulliently benevolent
fantasy with my impeccable comrades; towards the
island of blissful paradise,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to satanically
murder; heal despicably wounded infants; with the
ointment of unassailable caring and sharing,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to speak
horrifically deplorable lies; perennially raise the
flag of invincible honesty; to blend with clouds of
celestial harmony; in fathomless sky,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to
manipulatively tyrannize; compassionately bond with my
fellow compatriots; irrespective of their caste; color
or kind,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to aimlessly
loiter; indefatigably pursue the path of symbiotic
righteousness in every time I was born; put in my most
tumultuous endeavors to save the dwindling planet; and
then leave the rest; to Almighty Lord,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to torrentially
exploit; harbor all my despondently trembling mates;
in blankets of unconquerably grandiloquent
brotherhood,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to ignominiously
castigate; profoundly appreciate the unfathomably
enamoring beauty of this resplendently boundless
Universe; harnessing the fruits of goodwill with my
very own poignant blood,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to baselessly
adulterate; march synergistically forward with
countless more of my diminutive kind; to spawn a
wholesomely bountiful and gregariously blossoming
tomorrow,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to maniacally
devastate; exist in stupendously serene patriotism
with redolently fabulous nature; disburse the
unprecedented richness of humanity; to all those camps
flourishing with diabolical terrorists,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to worthlessly
wither; resiliently contribute my best to fathomlessly
proliferate God’s most sacrosanct chapter of
existence; procreate incomprehensible more of my
impoverished kind,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to
indefatigably cry; unsurpassably deluge the lives of
orphaned children; with an unrelentingly endless
festoon of impregnable smiles,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to ominously
massacre; maneuver the heinously conventional and
astronomically rigid society; to the summits of
unflinchingly pristine unity,

Love me; so that I perpetually forget to break hearts;
romance in the realms of untamed desire and
tantalizing fantasy; pacify the thirst of
opprobriously whipped humanity; with oceans of
Omnipotent light,

Over and above all; Love me; so that I perpetually
forget to despairingly die; stay alive for countless
more robust births yet to unfurl; but only to be a
messiah of the underprivileged; an apostle of divinely
peace; and an inconspicuous molecule of God but a
harbinger of humanity….


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

 

So what if the Sun disappeared behind the crimson
clouds; rendering the fabulously fathomless township
in a blanket of solitarily placid darkness,

So what if the Sun sunk in wholesome entirety behind
the gargantuan mountains; entirely abdicating even the
tiniest trace of graciously bright light,

So what if the Sun pathetically mellowed down in
blazing complexion; dismally obfuscating even the most
overwhelmingly towering entity in visible vicinity,

So what if the Sun preposterously appeared to be an
infinitesimal minnow; even infront of the most
capriciously fleeting shadow around,

The voluptuously enthralling still greeted you like a
majestically unassailable prince; and believe me the
night was more stupendously enchanting than the
acrimoniously sweltering day…..

1….

So what if the Sun horrendously dimmed as the hours
frantically unleashed by; blinding the boundless
Universe in whirlpools of inexplicably inscrutable
blackness,

So what if the Sun nervously started to flutter; as
somber winds of timidly serene evening commence to
perseveringly take complete control,

So what if the Sun inevitably developed shades of
subtle darkness; pathetically mitigating its
tumultuously blistering ferocity upon the trajectory
of this unendingly colossal planet,


So what if the Sun bid a transient adieu to the
gigantically sprawling earth; soon after celestially
placating dusk enshrouded its magical subtlety from
every conceivable side,

The seductively euphoric night was still your
eternally resplendent companion for the countless
instants ahead; and believe me the night was more
ebulliently exhilarating than the tenaciously
tyrannical and monotonous day….

2…..

So what if the Sun started to lackadaisically waver in
unfathomable sky; obnoxiously hiding behind the
thunderous conglomerate of lightening and clouds,

So what if the Sun languidly stretched its ferociously
blistering palms for ethereal rest; eventually
melanging with the Omnipotent horizons,

So what if the Sun abruptly decided to relinquish the
periphery of this scintillating earth; leaving the
world around in bizarre blackness; without the most
diminutive of insinuation or prior notice,

So what if the Sun sporadically felt its rays being
irrevocably overpowered by the onset of the
ecstatically titillating evening; making holistic way
for nocturnal intricacies to impregnably transcend,

The marvelously bountiful night was still there for
you to spell bindingly rejoice; and believe me the
night was more Omnisciently captivating than the
manipulatively besieged corporate day…..

3…..

So what if the Sun resolutely shut down its formidably
invincible shutters; at the first signs of ephemerally
fickle minded dusk,

So what if the Sun intractably refrained to
unbelievably blaze till centuries unprecedented on the
trot; without the slightest of rest or evanescent
interlude,

So what if the Sun remorsefully departed for its short
lived abode; transiently evicting its insurmountably
replenishing treasuries of optimism; till it shone
once again at glorious dawn,

So what if the Sun lost its tinges of flaming red and
triumphant resurgence; non-invasively giving way to
dastardly darkness to be the uncrowned prince for some
time,

The magnificently immortal night was still a blissful
messiah for you to uninhibitedly exult; and believe me
the night was more compassionately bonding than the
truculently scorching and unsparing day…



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Soapy springs for luxurious cleasing

 

The crystal maze of sparkling water,
Interwoven with threads of molecular attraction,
Adhering to peripheral blocks of scarlet plastic,
With off shooting molecules,
In angled semicircular configuration,
A boisterous echo of soapy texture,
Thoroughly spongy and elastic in dimension,
Bustling with insipidly feverish activity,
Diffusing into minuscule pearls of froth,
Clashing with robust excitement,
As I pour oblong vessels of water,
Drenching my mass of composite flesh,
Strands of curly hair,
With perennial gift of surplus liquid,
Blended with flamboyant antiseptic minerals,
Jutting from the dilapidated steel taps,
With surplus blotches of bronze,
Drawn from amazing depths of the earth’s belly,
Finally tumbles down in a united assemblage,
A carnival of frothy soapy spray,
A melodious gurgling spring of purity,
The finest form of luxurious cleansing,
Evacuating encrypted pores of blocked emotions; from deep within hidden recesses of my body.
 
»Sole Plus Point

 

You bestowed upon him just the steering wheel; and the
very next instant he lecherously demanded for the
entire showroom of glittering grandiloquent cars; to
drive on a fresh wheel every new minute,

You bestowed upon him just a minuscule stone; and the
very next instant he salaciously demanded for the
entire mountain with astoundingly towering peaks; so
that he stood on the epitome to rule the whole planet,

You bestowed upon him just a tiny jewel; and the very
next instant he barbarically demanded for the entire
wealth of this earth; to eat; walk and sleep on a
platter of unequivocal gold,

You bestowed upon him just a globule of water; and the
very next instant he insidiously demanded for the
entire ocean of boisterously tangy salt; to solely
sail on its handsomely undulating waves,

You bestowed upon him just a robust fruit; and the
very next instant he ruthlessly demanded the entire
forest of unfathomable delicacy; to placate even the
wholesomely dead bowels of his impudent stomach,

You bestowed upon him just a solitary roof; and the
very next instant he tyrannically demanded all the
castles in this Universe; to harbor his unsurpassable
plethora of heinous misdeeds,

You bestowed upon him just a stringent voice; and the
very next instant he snobbishly demanded all the
blissful melody on this planet; to indefatigably
appease even the most remotest of sordid wax;
incarcerated in his bohemian eardrum,

You bestowed upon him just a beautiful dream; and the
very next instant he invidiously demanded for the land
of ravishingly bountiful paradise; profusely
titillating even the most infinitesimal chords; of his
lackadaisically sensuous appetite,

You bestowed upon him just a stream of vital blood;
and the very next instant he dreadfully demanded the
scalp of every other living being; to immortalize his
so called spurious of existence; to make him
unequivocally; the strongest organism alive,

You bestowed upon him just a compassionate stone to
sleep; and the very next instant he sordidly demanded
all mesmerizing fur and scintillating satin in this
world to be at his feet; so that he could
indiscriminately trample and play with it,

You bestowed upon him just an inconspicuous fragrance;
and the very next instant he worthlessly demanded the
fairies from the cosmos to descend down and
unrelentingly dance in front of him; so that he swayed
in the aisles of voluptuous desire for centuries
immemorial,

You bestowed upon him just a tumbler of rain from the
sky; and the very next instant he diabolically
demanded the entire entrenchment of rhapsodically
vivacious clouds; so that he could evolve the destiny
of countless; while majestically sailing in free
space,

You bestowed upon him just a quintessential fabric;
and the very next instant he sardonically demanded the
skins of all those fabulously impeccable and exotic;
so that he could appear ostentatiously beautiful for
infinite more births yet to unveil,

You bestowed upon him just an impoverished smile; and
the very next instant he thunderously demanded every
speck of tinkling laughter on this globe; so that he
could never ever plummet into the web of despicable
doom; even after veritable death,

You bestowed upon him just a wing to fly; and the very
next instant he domineeringly demanded the entire
expanse of fathomless sky; to be heralded as the most
unassailable conqueror of all times,

You bestowed upon him just an inconsequential dream;
and the very next instant he senselessly demanded the
memory of all intelligent beings on this earth; so
that he never forget his nonchalant identity; even if
hell rained down torrentially from the vast sky,

You bestowed upon him just an offbeat breath; and the
very next instant he insanely demanded the lives of
all those immaculate existing; to pompously inundate
his lungs with unsurpassable carpets of air; to last
him a countless lifetimes,

You bestowed upon him just a lackluster heartbeat; and
the very next instant he truculently demanded the
perpetual fireball of love in this entire Universe; so
that he lived life like an unconquerable king; even as
his grave of horrific despair waited for him; on his
every dwindling stride,

For although Man is such and even worse at times;
eventually it is this very greed of his that becomes
his sole plus point; in distinguishing him starkingly
and forever; from the Almighty Divine….
 
»Poetry, Poetry, Poetry-The very reason of my existence

 

Telling me to go to office; spending marathon hours of
the day under menacing eyes of my disgustingly
manipulative boss,
Was like asking a man to gallop to the absolute
pinnacle of Everest; without fingers on his hands;
toes on his bohemian feet….

Telling me to go to office; tolerating the spurious
mountain of smiles besieging my boss's face; behind
which sprouted the satanic devil,
Was like commanding the crystal blue expanse of
brilliantly empty sky; to shower upon torrential
cloudbursts of majestically pelting rain…

Telling me to go to office; incorrigibly adhering to
each instruction of my boss; which could infact
imperil the ambience of the celestially blissful
surrounding,
Was like the world's richest man not getting the
object he badly wanted; even as his treasury
overflowed with glittering gold and superfluously
satanic silk…

Telling me to go to office; bowing down with obeisance
infront of the unsurpassable battalion of blood
sucking clients who frequented; the abominable
interiors day in and day out,
Was like leaving the most preposterously gigantic
fish; in heart of the overwhelmingly sweltering
desert…

Telling me to go to office; singing an incessant
fountain of praise for my boss in front of the
treacherously conventional society; when infact my
beloved fervently awaited my presence; with tears
welling in her eyes,
Was like asking a soul wholesomely dead since
centuries unprecedented; to bounce with euphoric
exhilaration; just like a new-born child…

Telling me to go to office; breathing in monotonous
space indefatigably round the clock; when infact my
impeccably struggling comrades; desperately wanted my
help outside,
Was like placing the most appetizingly succulent meals
on this globe before the roaring lion; when ironically
he didn't posses a single tooth in his colossal mouth…

Telling me to go to office; yes-bossing my hideously
uncouth seniors; as they kicked me relentlessly on my
hindside; for apparently no fault of mine,
Was like expecting a garden of mesmerizing roses to
blossom on cold blooded chains of bare rock; without a
droplet of rock; without a chunk of fertile soil…

Telling me to go to office; cuddling my boss's
pertinently pampered son; amiably caressing the
festoon of glorious jewels on his snobbish persona; as
if he was my own blood,
Was like asking the belligerent martyr to shoot an
arrow in the birds eye; without a bow in his fingers;
a robust thumb on his palms….

Telling me to go to office; lick the already glowing
paths with my tongue; so that the most infinitesimal
speck of dirt didn't stick to my boss's designer class
shoes,
Was like asking the flamboyantly flaming Sun; to
deluge every corner of this planet; with a blanket of
morbidly deplorable darkness….

So it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty lord; to
make me quit horrendous office forever; relinquish its
corridors of insatiable greed and malice till the time
I lived,
Keep writing; evolving, fantasizing; breathing;
eating; sleeping; dying and taking an infinite more
births; for just POETRY; POETRY AND JUST POETRY….

©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Pointing back- Questioningly and unforgivably at you…

 

Whether you ludicrously pointed it; at the scantily clad beggars on the street; whose begging bowls were as empty as the impoverished carcasses that had formed in their stomachs,

Whether you disgustingly pointed it; at the brutally scorched river bed; from which protruded the most acrimoniously cold-blooded of stones; lamenting in the curse of an infinite impotent lifetimes,

Whether you accusingly pointed it; at those fearlessly patronizing harbingers of peace; whose views were wholesomely antagonistic to your wretchedly contemporary and robotic line of thought,

Whether you deplorably pointed it; at all those as slow as the pot-bellied tortoise; consuming a major chunk of their lives to achieve their targets; as they miserably withered in their inevitable disability,

Whether you parasitically pointed it; to your very own ailing and disabled parents; for not perpetuating every vein of yours with the best currency and wine; even as they breathed their last moment of existence,

Whether you venomously pointed it; towards the empty sky; where there lingered not even the most infinitesimal of cloud; casting solely unrelentingly harsh light and no rain,

Whether you sadistically pointed it; towards all those incessantly wailing children; orphaned since the very first cry of birth; disdainfully spending the prime years of childhood in the nonchalantly fetid dustbin,

Whether you salaciously pointed it; towards the widow’s dwelling; whose every aspect of life; now plaintively resembled the most horrendously shattered forms of glass; indefatigably quavering in her white robe without her husband,

Whether you sardonically pointed it; towards the penuriously starving artist; to whom the entire planet had showed its insanely rude tongue; for interminably philosophizing and fantasizing; instead of routinely melanging with its sanctimonious fabric,

Whether you lecherously pointed it; towards the nimble footed dwarf; who went cadaverously unnoticed; even whilst walking amidst a inconspicuous horde of red ants,

Whether you bawdily pointed it; towards the unfortunate blind man; who possessed coffins of hapless emptiness instead of eyeballs; for whom life was a mortuary of asphyxiating blackness; since the very first cry of fresh birth,

Whether you lividly pointed it; towards the unkempt tree; whose branches uncontrollably wept in the sweltering summer; bereft of even the tiniest leaf of compassionate shade,

Whether you violently pointed it; towards the childless couple; who inconsolably led a countless sleepless nights; considering themselves to be the most cursed entities on planet divine,

Whether you ignominiously pointed it; towards the unfathomable valley; which timelessly reverberated and echoed with nothing else; but satanically maiming emptiness,

Whether you pervertedly pointed it; towards all those temples; mosques; monasteries and churches built on bare brick; which were home to the greatest of god’s in most rustically bohemian of their forms,

Whether you meanly pointed it; towards the deaf and dumb man; who wandered like a discarded animal; amongst the indifferently galloping and wantonly commercial planet,

Whether you obnoxiously pointed it; towards the penuriously beleaguered lover; who was the laughing stock of the entire uncouth society; whose heart as well as pockets jingled with nothing else but; at times betrayal; at times love,

Whether you vindictively pointed it; towards the hour of silent midnight; whose every conceivable cranny was miserably obfuscated from every source of exultation and vivid life,

O! yes; point one finger of yours anytime; anywhere and as worthlessly accusingly as you could to anyone; anyform on this miraculously blessed planet; but do remember O! human; that the remaining three of your fingers shall always point back; questioningly and unforgivably at you….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Police

 

P stands for PATRIOTISM; an insatiably untamed gusto
in the demeanor; to uninhibitedly relinquish life; for
the sake of the sacrosanct motherland,
P stands for PITY; wholesomely blending with the
sentiment of the tyrannically terrorized; flooding
their abode with beams of astronomical courage,
Not for hideously dictatorial POWER; indiscriminate
trampling of the innocuously timid; with swords of
manipulative greed and beguiling prejudice…..


O stands for OBEDIENCE; a flamboyantly stringent ray
of discipline; to scrupulously metamorphose all
deplorably malevolent lies; into the irrefutably
blazing island of invincible truth,
O stands for OPERATIONAL; a perennial yearning to
march on the path of righteousness and duty; be the
most scintillating stalwarts of the society,
Not for barbaric OSTRACISM; overwhelmingly castigation
of the oppressed tribes; ominous massacring of the
deprived; to dig the foundations of spuriously
glittering wealth…..


L stands for LISTENING; philanthropically lending the
ear to the cry of disastrously lecherous pain;
gallantly marching forward to swipe all traces of
crime from this colossal planet,
L stands for LEADERSHIP; being the very first to
plunge into the unfathomable sea of ungainly
turbulence; transforming it into an island of
benevolence; with the most sagacious use of law,
Not for salacious LANGUISH; insidiously feasting on
nubile flesh and opulent wine; while the destitute got
soaked in ghastly blood by the diabolical demons….


I stands for INTELLIGENCE; astoundingly discerning and
punishing the horde of heinous parasites; out of the
gigantic civilization blissfully existing in tranquil
peace,
I stands for INTREPIDITY; a never-ending spirit of
confronting the bizarrely unknown; staying awake as
the sentinels of peace all invidious night; while the
innocent slept to their hearts delight,
Not for impudent INEPTNESS; profusely dedicated to
culinary delights of the preposterously protruding
stomach; while hell rained in torrentially
uncontrolled frenzy; from the fathomless sky outside….


C stands for COMPASSION; a blissful synchronization
with the hearts of the common man; truly commiserating
with their agony; while at the same time removing them
from the disdainfully abominable muddle; of savage
corruption,
C stands for COMMAND; a vibrantly dynamic volcano of
blistering authority; which imparts the Omnipotent
fortitude to; wholesomely vanquish the most lethal of
devil,
Not for cowardly CORRUPTION; accepting bribe to polish
even the most infinitesimal speck of dirt on the shoe;
a stain that would ironically take decades to
gather…..


E stands for EQUALITY; judiciously catering to the
sorrows of all caste; creed; and tribes; with an
insatiable fervor of sparkling benevolence; and alike,
E stands for ENERGY; an unrelenting euphoria to
unitedly rise to the cause of the Nation’s prosperity;
tirelessly strive to eradicate the most tiniest trace
of lethal doing; forever from the trajectory of this
boundless earth,
Not for forced ENMITY; using the devastatingly maimed
as a stick to walk forward; on the powerhouse
politicians; irately meaningless demand….


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

 

I polished my shoe using a blend of molten wax and color; exerting
onerous
strokes with my hands,
As an aftermath they shone brilliantly under the sun; however after a
few
hours of transgressing through the streets; they were completely
covered with
squalid mud.

I polished the nondescript wall using a canister full of turpentine
oil;
painting the same with shades of sparkling white,
As a result it appeared a stupendous treat to the eye; however after a
while I
noticed abashing chocolate smudges which the children must have left
while
playing.

I polished the necklace of lackluster silver by dipping it in pure
milk;
vigorously kneading its periphery applying stringent lemon,
As a manifestation it shimmered magnificently under the beams of moon;
however
when I sighted it after a few days it had again acquired incorrigible
stains
of black juxtaposed with perspiration.

I polished my plate of food submerging it in a bath of foam; then
scrubbing it
with a cloth of flocculent silk,
It glistened marvelously as if brand new; however after consuming my
meal of
rice and curry; it again got coated with blemishes of black and blue.

I polished the windscreen of my car drenching it in tepid water; then
massaging it till it emanated a screeching sound,
The effect was so incredulous that I could almost spot stars sleeping
behind
the sun; however after few minutes of driving the glass again looked
tainted
with a sheet of nascent dust lining its borders.

I polished my finger nails using scarlet nailpolish; meticulously
applying it
to engulf the entire surface,
The effect was pretty exotic as they conspicuously glimmered under the
lights;
however after a fortnight the color seemed to as evanescent as the
passing
storms.

I polished my teeth using a fat smear of tangy toothpaste; resolutely
stroking
the brush umpteenth times on their surface,
As a consequence the armory of my enamel radiated like scintillating
pearls;
however as the day unveiled itself into night; I saw a host of germ and
bacteria sticking merrily to them.

I polished my attire using an antiseptic bar of detergent; brushing
away the
most minuscule particle of dust from my collar,
As a result of which I got profoundly noticed in public; however after
a few
minutes a speeding car sprayed a drizzle of fetid water while passing;
and my
immaculate demeanor was now converted to mere shambles.

I polished the floor all day using all sorts of modern contrivances;
even
going to the extent of licking it clean with my tongue,
As an inevitable outcome it emitted brilliant ramifications of purity;
however
after sometime was rendered indescribable; as unruly strangers entered
with
their dirty feet.

But as far as my beloved was concerned she didn’t need the slightest of
sparkle; the slightest of ostentation to project her persona,
The inner beauty of her heart perennially shone; irrespective of
changing
seasons and the unleashing of time,
She was the only person who by my perception was the most beautiful;
the one
who didn’t need the slightest of polish.





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»Pond of water

 

I dabble my feet in a pool of water,
Lying solitary on deserted tarmac,
A blend of algae and dirt,
With a caravan of powerful stench emanating,
Perceived obnoxiously by the breath center,
Comprising hairy tunnels of sticky mucus,
Creating waves of hazy drops,
Suspended in elastic walls of blotted water,
In an ambience of moistened blackness,
Appalling gloom of the sweltering night,
With fleet of birds chirping incessantly,
Propagating freedom through aviatory rhymes.
The water factory of micro-organisms,
Awaits galleries of blistering sunshine,
A million seconds of bated breath,
Fumigating it with clean rays of filtered light,
Breaking chains of trapped water,
Few days of stagnated persona,
Evaporating a hectare of water pond,
An assemblage of seasonal rainfall,
Into crispy delights of thin atmosphere.


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