Famous Indian Poets written award winning poems on love, friendship, war, beauty poetry.
  Records & Awards
  Contact & Network
 
  Home
  Biography & Media
  Poetry Books
  Poems
 
Thousands of Nikhil Parekh's poems on God, Peace, Love, Brotherhood, Friendship, Humanity, Environment, Anti Terror, Lovers, Life, Death - here. Click on Page Numbers below to read complete poems. Each page has 10 poems. 
 
Search Poetry :    
<< Previous   Next >>
»Who could have ever imagined?

 

WHO COULD HAVE ever imagined that the flower so redolent and fresh in the morning; would one day collapse towards the ground in a shriveled heap?


Who could have ever imagined that the grass so green and lush in bustling autumn; would resemble a ghastly brown in the middle of inclement winter?


Who could have ever imagined that the waves swirling vivaciously in the heart of the ocean; would be frigid streams of water as they reached the silver shorelines?


Who could have ever imagined that the poignant candle flames illuminating the atmosphere; would eventually die a cowardly death with the slightest of breeze?


Who could have ever imagined that the succulent fruit of raspberry; would gruesomely rot and decay in an ambience of dead straw?


Who could have ever imagined that the immaculate and crisp fabric of shirt in the morning; would develop a plethora of blotches after undergoing the tyranny of the day?


Who could have ever imagined that the profoundly scintillating chain of white silver; would one day evolve peels of deplorable rust?


Who could have ever imagined that the milk so revitalizing and tingling; would transit into bitter cream; after a few hours of exposure in stringent light?


Who could have ever imagined that the formidable fortress constructed of exquisite quality iron and mortar; would one day lie blended with the dust; after undergoing the aftermath of a devastating earthquake?

Who could have ever imagined that the cluster of teeth so scintillating and white at dawn; would transit their demeanor into a pallid yellow after consuming the first meal of the day?


Who could have ever imagined that the crystalline gurgling stream cascading down mountain slopes in the peak of monsoon; would be a mere trickle of its original self in acerbic heat of summer?


Who could have ever imagined that crimson blood circulating rampantly through the veins; would metamorphose itself into a colorless liquid; when struck with deadly cancer?


Who could have ever imagined that the appetizing slice of toast dipped in mesmerizing marmalade; would transform into a lackluster chunk of bread; after marathon time of proximity with the mosquitoes?


Who could have ever imagined that the jungle looking so enchanting in daylight; would be a ghastly black soon after stars appeared in the firmament of sky?


Who could have ever imagined that the luxury sedan embodied with glistening interiors and lightening speeds; would be deserted on the solitary pavement; squelched to threadbare junk after the gruesome accident?


Who could have ever imagined that the eyes so exuberant and lively in the morning; would become overwhelmingly dreary and blurred; as nightfall strangulated the light in entirety?


Who could have ever imagined that stupendously melodious tunes of music emanating from the throat; would after a while become discordantly appalling when the vocal chords were exhausted?


Who could have ever imagined that sparkling and transparent patches of sky; would wholesomely lose their entity; after being inundated with ominous clouds; suddenly without any sort of prior notice?

And who could have ever imagined that man so robust and bustling in youthful fervor; would one day lie buried in his corpse; waiting for the creator to recreate him again?


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»Who says that the photograph was lifeless?

 

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unlimitedly ignited passion when we rolled on profusely rain soaked grass; as marvelously as its peerlessly infallible contours,

Nonone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unconquerably divinely embrace under the optimistically rising Sun; as majestically as its flawlessly twinkling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unassailably ardent emotion as we uninhibitedly divulged the innermost arenas of our heart; as aristocratically as its victoriously unimpeachable contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; fervently tracing each pore of our skins like the greatest of artists; as its triumphantly benign contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; endlessly humming an infinite unabashed tunes of freshly found happiness; as its poignantly enthralling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insuperably glorious unity; when we clung to each other like never before in the profoundly tangy waves of the undulating ocean; as its inimitably undefeated contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; eternally unfettered playfulness when we poked each other in the ribs with our bohemian toe; as its regally unshakable contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insatiably magnetic arousal; when every conceivable hair on our skin stood up till the ultimate peak of Everest; as its peerlessly innocuous contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unwontedly exhilarating nakedness; when we tantalizingly chased each other in the rapturously moonless night; as its gregariously unbiased contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; everlastingly voluptuous intimacy; when the most luscious tinge of our lips blended with the fabric of the entire Universe; as its earnestly sparkling contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; bewitchingly unparalleled ecstasy; when we fearlessly intermingled each of our breaths in the broadest of daylight; as its affably immaculate contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; innocently unconquerable passion; when we timelessly stared into the inscrutable whites of our eyes; as its marvelously endowed contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; intrepidly emancipating adventure; when we tirelessly explored every seductively enrapturing pathway of mother nature; as its amiably mesmerizing contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; pricelessly humanitarian bonding; when we forever and ardently coalesced each finger of our palms irrespective of caste/creed/color or tribe; as its splendidly replenishing contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; triumphantly unceasing exultation; when we’d eaten the first meal of our life together in the same altruistic leaf; as its handsomely befitting contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; extraordinarily reverberating sensuousness; when we traced even the most inconspicuous bone of our shivering spines with our tongues; as its iridescently blessed contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; symbiotically redolent proliferation; when we held our new born baby daughter in our delightedly effervescent palms; as its adroitly chiseled contours,

Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; immortally blessed love; when we’d first met and proposed in the Omnisciently unshakable realms of the mosque; as its regally harmonious contours,

And can you believe it! Even after doing so much for us; portraying our love so perpetually and in an infinite of its magical forms; to a boundless more of our future generations; the world still stupidly said; that the photograph was spinelessly emotionless and “Lifeless”….

©®copyright by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Who says?

 

Who the senseless says that I insatiably craved for
your wonderfully tantalizing smiles every instant; to
blissfully lead the chapter of vivaciously beautiful
life?
As a matter of fact; I inexorably drowned myself in
the same; to profusely enjoy ghastly death to its
ultimate fullest; till times immemorial….

Who the lackadaisical says that I unrelentingly
yearned for your seductively rampant senses every
instant; to bountifully unfurl the unsurpassably
vibrant colors of life?
As a matter of fact; I tempestuously drowned myself in
the same; to insurmountably enjoy gory death to its
ultimate fullest; till infinite more births yet to
come…

Who the dastardly says that I unstoppably ached for
your beautifully embellished eyelashes ever instant;
to bask in the unshakably enthralling aura of timeless
life?
As a matter of fact; I wildly drowned myself in the
same; to fathomlessly enjoy macabre death to its
ultimate fullest; till centuries unprecedented…

Who the feckless says that I dogmatically wished for
your majestically silken caress every instant; to
trigger a boundless civilization of ingratiatingly
exuberant life?
As a matter of fact; I extravagantly drowned myself in
the same; to limitlessly enjoy satanic death to its
ultimate fullest; till moments unceasing and galore…

Who the preposterous says that I unendingly trembled
for your melodiously enticing voice every instant; to
uncontrollably bathe in a valley of euphorically
fantastic life?
As a matter of fact; I irrevocably drowned myself in
the same; to profoundly enjoy ominous death to its
ultimate fullest; till countless more world’s to come
……

Who the idiosyncratic says that I indefatigably
aspired for your charismatically electric sweat every
instant; to fructify into the most eternally handsome
fruits of spellbindingly enigmatic life?
As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in
the same; to regally enjoy sadistic death to its
ultimate fullest; till incomprehensibly inexhaustible
of times…

Who the nonsensical says that I hysterically longed
for your lusciously enamoring sweetness every
instant; to fabulously bloom into the paradise of
marvelously fragrant life?
As a matter of fact; I unconquerably drowned myself in
the same; to uninhibitedly enjoy barbaric death to its
ultimate fullest; till boundaries and limits
indefinable…

Who the decrepit says that I tirelessly hankered for
your rhapsodically titillating blushing; to spawn into
the most symbiotically emollient effulgence of
blessing life?
As a matter of fact; I indomitably drowned myself in
the same; to prolifically enjoy hedonistic death to
its ultimate fullest; till the time existence
continued to thrive ….

And Who the treacherous says that I maniacally
slavered for your ardently fresh-bride love; to
magnificently replenish into the whirlwind of
perennially compassionate life?
As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in
the same; to ravishingly enjoy bizarre death to its
ultimate fullest; till earth blended wholesomely with
azure sky…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Who the hell ever said that sweat stinks?

 

It was the most irrefutably truthful essence of your persona; the most blissfully honest fructification of your majestic soul,

It was a stream of indefatigably golden brilliance; that celestially dribbled down the skin of the richest and poorest on this fathomless planet; symbiotically alike,

It was the ultimate scent of your unconquerable righteousness; a royal cascade of iridescent tranquility; that mollified even the most traumatically frazzled of nerves,

It was the most fantastically tantalizing sensation on your skin; a feeling that transcended you beyond the meadows of paradise; as it uninhibitedly gushed from head to toe of your body; in unabashedly electric fervor,

Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was preposterously clumsy; Sweat was a worthlessly obnoxious piece of shit; Sweat was lividly repulsive; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”…..

(1) ….

It was the most invisible fabric of every pore of your delectable skin; yet the most insuperably replenishing; naturally air-conditioning every of your acrimoniously agitated senses; under the ferociously blistering rays of mid-day Sun,

It was the most irretrievably sure source of your vitality; fearlessly proclaiming your inner temerity and conviction to the planet outside; at every rapidly ticking hour of the day,

It was the most holistic thing that could have ever happened to your body; in perfect symbiosis with the magically ameliorating environment and at the same time distinguishing you to be an infinite shades lesser than the Lord Almighty,

It was an emotionally fired rivulet that carried all your tensions and inexplicably motley emotions; to be eventually evaporated into the firmament of the atmosphere,

Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was tyrannically incarcerating; Sweat was a fecklessly asphyxiating; Sweat was abysmally smelly; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”…..


(2) ….


It was a perennial river of compassionate brotherhood; that trickled in ever-pervading unison from the chest of every living entity on this boundless earth; unhindered and alike,

It was the most handsomely enamoring spectacle to sight; as it glistened more spectacularly than ever; under the very first rays of amber dawn and the very last rays of impeccably milky moonlight,

It was the most mute vibration on the human body; yet conveying a boundlessly unbridled civilization of emotions and feelings; like the wail of a freshly born child,

It was more mischievously tangy than the most tangiest of salt; drifting you towards an unsurpassable tunnel of profound mysticism; as you traced each of its stream with your delicate fingers; till the very end,

Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was ignominiously slavish; Sweat was amorphously licentious; Sweat was diminishingly foolish; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”…..


(3) ….

It was the most enchantingly transparent liquid that your body could ever exude; from which reflected the very true persevering spirit of your blessed existence,

It was the most inimitably priceless garland of silken pearls; as its globules naturally swelled in size to irrevocably cling to every aroused pore of your; uncontrollably exhilarated body,

It was more indispensable than your breath; heartbeat and soul; as in its absence you felt a tornado of haplessly disparaging frustration; boil to the tumultuous limits inside your lifelessly livid skin,

It was the most immortal of all substances tangible or intangible; as a singleton droplet of it in soil; sowed the seeds of tirelessly fragrant effort; embracing every echelon and dimension of invincible humanity,






Who the hell ever said that; Sweat was diabolically tawdry; Sweat was abnormally anomalous; Sweat was disgustingly unholy; O! yes; who the hell ever said that “Sweat Stinks”…..

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Who the hell were you?

 

The flower while diffusing its scent didn’t think even
once, as to whether its fragrance was going to be
inhaled by the savage beasts or by an impeccable
human,

The clouds while pelting sheets of crystal rain didn't
think even once, as to whether the water would drench
a person who was ominously black or pure white,

The trees while shedding fruit didn’t think even once
as to whether the resins toppling would be consumed by
road side beggar or the jeweled prince seated
handsomely on the crown,

The fire while blazing full throttle didn’t think even
once, as to whether its flames would shelter the naked
or the fully clothed; in the freezing night,

The moon shimmering majestically didn’t think even
once as to whether its profound glow would illuminate
the house of a 'Hindu' or an orthodox 'Islam',

The river flowing perennially didn’t think even once,
as to whether its waters would pacify the thirst of a
blind man or a girl with golden eyes,

The bees while making tones of sparkling honey didn’t
think even once, as to whether a mother would apply
the same on her infants lips or red ants would crawl
greedily from all sides,

The wind as it gustily blew didn’t think even once, as
to whether its harmonious flow cooled the most
sophisticated or granted solace to those behind prison
bars in sweltering summer,

The feather tipped pen as it wrote didn’t think even
once, as to whether it was held in the hands of the
sanctimonious priest or a true writer embossing
boundless lines of literature with his own blood,

The wet soil sprawled over million kilometers of
territory didn’t think even once, as to whether it was
going to be used in construction of the grandiloquent
castle or to raise walls of the dingy seaside hut,

The oxygen circulating freely in air didn’t think even
once, as to whether its was going to instill new life
in the lungs of a criminal or revive the dying
prime-minister,

The tufts of immaculate cotton sprouting in fields
didn’t even think once, as to whether they were going
to be stitched for the body of a King or would softly
caress the one legged orphan,

The panoramic landscapes of Nature didn’t even think
once, as to whether their beauty would drown the
mightiest entity or harbor the hideous beaked vulture,

The enchanting cuckoo while singing didn’t think even
once, as to whether its voice would appease the
soldiers marching through the border or put off the
ungainly burglars to tranquil sleep,

The silver granules of sweat while dribbling didn’t
think even once, as to whether to ooze from the
armpits of a Business tycoon or roll from the
bedraggled laborer working on the rooftop,

The heart while throbbing didn’t think even once, as
to whether it was beating in the chest of a tall man
or people born as dwarfs since birth,

The passion in love didn’t think even once, as to
whether it was embracing the stinkingly rich or the
individual trespassing in tottered trousers,

The creator while evolving the Universe didn’t think
even once, as to whether there would be man or woman,
the rich or poor, the black or white, the tall or
short, the language of English or mystical Sanskrit,


THEN WHO THE HELL WERE YOU TO DISCRIMINATE, ATTACH
BASELESS VALUES TO SOCIETY AND CASTE, RIP APART THE
ENTIRE HUMAN KIND INTO SEGMENTS OF DIFFERENT COLOR?

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Who was I?

 

When I asked the leaves strewn all over the field as to Who was I? They
candidly disclosed that I was a minuscule hillock of sand; occasionally
getting trampled by beasts hovering around.


When I asked the stars shimmering in the cosmos as to Who was I? They
said
that I was one of the millions of droplets; that drizzled at tumultuous
velocities from the hill.


When I asked the escalating mountain peaks as to Who was I? They
divulged that
I was a tiny pebble camouflaged well beneath the mammoth island of
compressed
coal; searching wildly for daylight.


When I asked the blazing body of sun as to Who was I? It revealed that
I was
an inconspicuous mosquito incessantly buzzing around.


When I asked my eyes as to Who was I? They replied without the
slightest of
inhibition that I was a insipid speck of dirt that innocuously floated
around.


When I asked the lines embedded on my palms as to Who was I? They
explicitly
conveyed that I was the fading footprints of a camel slowly ambling in
the
deserts.


When I asked the whirlpools culminating on arid land as to Who was I?
They
said that I was a diminutive twig; suspended languidly from the wall;
just
about to taste dirt and fall.


When I asked the waves swirling turbulently in the ocean as to who was
I? They
whispered without hesitation that I was a rotund bubble of froth; about
to
explode into billions of fragments after clashing against the cold
blooded
rocks.


When I asked the king headed serpent as to Who was I? It mystically
hissed
that I was a squalid egg of the tadpole; swimming in the well; with
several of
my kind.


When I asked my breath as to Who was I? It unhesitatingly replied that
I was
an infinitesimal particle of soil adhering placidly to the window;
awaiting to
be swept miles away; with a single stroke of the serrated broomstick.


When I asked the colossal slab of frozen ice as to Who was I? It
blurted out
without pretensions that I was an enticing mirage drawing parched
entities
towards me; when infact I was empty.


When I asked the palatial flamingoes perched on the banks as to Who was
I?
They squawked boisterously that I was a slippery glowworm slithering on
the
slushy ground.


When I asked the conglomerate of redolent lotus as to Who was I? They
cried in
unison that I was a chapped fragment of bird egg; lying dilapidated on
the
ground.


When I asked the grandfather clock as to Who was I? It ticked
immediately that
I was a compressed strand of hair; extruding desolately from the pigs
tail.


When I asked the preposterously huge shark as to Who was I? The big
fish
roared loudly to tell me that I was a squashed fossil sunk deep down
the
spongy coast.


When I asked the gruesome darkness as to Who was I? The night
stringently whispered into
my ears; that I was a solitary loop; embodied scornfully to a rusty
chain.


When I asked the food finely pulverized in my stomach as to Who was I?
It told
me that I was disdainful foam of colored saliva; left in oblivion on
the
streets.


When I asked my heart as to Who was I? It audaciously throbbed to
proclaim
that I was just a white whisker; dangling frigidly from the bushy
moustache.


And eventually when I asked the creator as to Who was I? He gave me an
answer
in his omnipotent voice; pacifying all my queries forever; telling me
that I
was simply a MOLECULE; out of the infinite he had evolved; granting me
a right
to holistically exist and fight for my existence in this world.


©COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH
 
»Who was she?

 

Who was she who stole my sleep; although I felt like
collapsing like a dead sack; perspiring more than Sun
all throughout the brilliant day?

Who was she who made me feel like a prince; although I
was the poorest entity alive; rotting in stinking
jute; as my comrades danced in majestic silk outside?

Who was she who tormented me beyond the point of no
control; tantalizing me like a heavenly seductress;
and then living me supremely replenished in my
impoverished life?

Who was she who made me crave for more although I had
achieved my share from my life; made me insatiably
wander through uncanny lanes of the romantically
unexplored?

Who was she who made me love every entity on this
fathomless planet; when infact I had even forgotten to
take my name with pride?

Who was she who ignited thunderbolts of unprecedented
desire in my diminutive demeanor; even though it
murderously snowed since centuries outside?

Who was she who came like an angel in my blood; not
only mitigating it from the most deadliest of disease;
but granting it an incredulously infinite more lives?

Who was she who became each word I spoke; each dream
that I desired even in the most boisterous of light;
stumbling on each footstep although I had the most
strongest of feet?

Who was she who always invisibly comforted me the most
when I needed it; ensuring I irrefutably emerged
triumphant in every aspect of intrepidly challenging
life?

Who was she who was the unflinching candle of my every
night; who divinely guided me to my mission; the
ultimate fantasies of my life; even before I could
speak?

Who was she who made me witness paradise even in the
midst of unruly traffic; propelled me to take birth an
infinite times; till I blissfully pacified the
insurmountable agony of my dwindling soul?

Who was she who made me soar through the clouds like a
royal eagle; compassionately romancing with the exotic
winds that clung ardently to my famished wings?

Who was she who engendered me to continue God’s sacred
chapter of never ending life; making me procreate
countless more of my kind?

Who was she who deluged my life with unsurpassable
happiness; metamorphosing each tear of mine into
pearls of exuberantly enthralling joy?

Who was she who at times became my mother; my father;
my sister; never making me feel that I was uncouthly
orphaned right since my first cry of devastated life?

Who was she who made me oblivious to the most
thunderous sounds in this Universe; following her
footsteps like an insane lunatic; even after the last
droplet of blood had wholesomely evaporated from my
veins?

Who was she who came like a shadow in my pathetic
survival; became the insatiably voluptuous redolence
of each of my senses; assuming monumental proportions
more than the divine?

Who was she who stole each beat of my heart; made me
feel the richest alive not only in this birth; but
immortalized each minuscule breath of mine?

And although I didn’t meet her in this lifetime of
mine; not had the tiniest of insinuation of how her
body looked; it was indeed the power of her invincible
soul; that made me break through each hell; love her
forever and ever and ever in a land of the Omnipotent
God’s; in a land of ultimate paradise…



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

 

Whether it be clambering the footsteps that led to
your dwelling; or whether it be exuberantly galloping
to the summit of the Herculean mountain; in lightening
seconds of time,

Whether it be whispering your fears into your mother’s
ear; or whether it be blazingly silencing the wail of
derogatory corruption; with the power of unflinching
righteousness in your exhilarated voice,

Whether it be plucking a singleton fruit for your
existence; or whether it be indefatigably expending
every element of your intrepid silhouette; to
philanthropically feed all on this planet; one and
alike,

Whether it be envisaging about what was going to
unveil just an infinitesimal footstep beyond your
body; or whether it be galloping your brain on an
unrelenting rampage; to assimilate all panoramic
beauty on this earth in your wandering soul,

Whether it be stooping and cleaning every iota of dust
from your kitchen window; or whether it be
patriotically baring your irrefutably sparkling
countenance; for the sake of your entire motherland,

Whether it be bathing your dreary bones under the
measly trickle diffusing from your dilapidated tap; or
whether it be gyrating in profound furor with the
ravishingly undulating ocean waves,

Whether it be straining your ear towards the sounds of
the majestically mellifluous nightingale; or whether
it be ebulliently absorbing the ingratiating
fascination of this gigantic world; like unbelievable
darts of white lightening through your ears,

Whether it be tanning the patches of profuse white in
your skin as the first rays of Sun shone enchantingly
outside; or whether it be audaciously facing the
mighty winds of the ferociously sweltering desert;
singlehandedly,

Whether it be tracing the outlines of your quavering
shadow with your curled fingers; or whether it be
wholesomely coalescing even the most mercurial element
of your mind; body and conscience with the religion of
eternally insuperable mankind,

Whether it be embossing an inconspicuous alphabet on
barren paper; or whether it be tumultuously inundating
fathomless kilometers of disastrously bane canvas;
with boundless volumes of spell binding literature,

Whether it be assisting your own kin in whatever way
you could; or whether it be standing like an
unconquerable fortress in the face of the most acrid
adversity; for handsomely mitigating every orphaned
and blessed; alike,

Whether it be feeling exultated by just a globule of
rain on your impoverished caricature; or whether it be
uninhibitedly wandering through the lanes of
unfathomably radiant and celestial paradise,

Whether it be flirting with sensuously nubile maidens
behind the sunset hills; or whether it be surrendering
even the most fugitive beat of your heart to the
person your implacably loved,

Whether it be licking a parsimonious glob of holistic
honey; or whether it be wanting the symbiotic
sweetness of the unsurpassably iridescent atmosphere;
to nestle miraculously on the tip of your emaciating
tongue,

Whether it be passing out your examinations at school
to appease your revered parents; or whether it be
royally acquiring every felicitation on this boundless
planet; even beyond they could ever perceive to
magnificently come,

Whether it be a capricious craving to harness artistry
with your very own scarlet blood; or whether it be a
altruistic resolution to poignantly dedicate every day
of your life; to the benign service of innocuously
bountiful mankind,

Whether it be an evanescent breath that you wanted to
expunge from your beleaguered nostrils; or whether it
be a vibrantly impregnable determination of your
conscience to instill quintessential life in every
extinguishing life; that you encountered in your way,

Whether it be your signature for a single humanitarian
life; or whether it be your immortal pledge to take
birth an infinite times; till the time you eradicated
every obnoxious trace of uxoriously depraving slavery
and poverty,

Whatever benevolent you do; whether it be minuscule or
whether it be more colossal than your timeless life;
do it wholeheartedly; plunging every trace of your
heart; blood; breath and body ardently into it,

And then you will find; that with the blessings of the
Omnipotent Lord; there would be no salacious devil to
impede you in your way; there would be no devil to
stop you; invincibly succeed…..


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Wholesomely and Completely dead

 




Neither could it ever wholeheartedly laugh; even as the most unbelievably effervescent clowns danced in inarticulate unison around it; and for times beyond the realms of handsome eternity,

Neither could it ever mischievously twinkle; even as the most vivaciously nubile maidens; rapturously encircled its stupendously masculine teats and uninhibitedly rampant chest hair,

Neither could it ever unabashedly dream; even as the most tantalizingly surreal mists of heavenliness; profusely enshrouded it from every conceivable end,

Neither could it ever sensuously romanticize; even as the most voluptuously enchanting women of tomorrow; indefatigably traced every of its visibly blessed vein,

Neither could it ever merrily whistle; even as the most profoundly euphoric winds of the atmosphere; made a poignantly enthralling beeline for every bit of open space in its nostrils,

Neither could it ever sensitively hear; even as the most ecstatically thunderous sounds of mother nature; unleashed themselves on every barren quarter of this Universe; in the form of unrelentingly seductive rain,

Neither could it ever celestially eat; even as the most bounteously panoramic fruits of nature divine; vividly danced till times beyond infinity; right infront of its eyes,

Neither could it ever effusively empathize; even as the most wretchedly bizarre sufferings on innocuously untainted humanity; lambasted at whisker lengths from its placid contours,

Neither could it ever joyously blush; even as it was ubiquitously serenaded; by every man and woman alive on the trajectory of this fathomlessly spell-binding planet,

Neither could it ever perspicaciously prognosticate; even as the most impregnably divine rays of resplendent clairvoyance; victoriously blazed through the royal whites of its eyes,

Neither could it ever jubilantly speak; even as the most mystically pin-dropp silence in the fabric of the entire earth around; fervently and solely waited for nothing else; but being timelessly consecrated by only his voice,

Neither could it ever symbiotically embrace; even as every religion; fraternity; color; and tribe on this gigantic earth; came invincibly close to it after forgetting all differences of caste; creed; and perennially bonding into the religion of priceless humanity,

Neither could it ever ardently desire; even as the most insuperably wondrous dewdrops of effulgent excitement; sparkled till times beyond infinity; all over its silent and humbly obeisant bodily contours,

Neither could it ever righteously earn; even as the entire wealth on this boundlessly enigmatic planet; was there for him to command; only if he executed the quintessentially simple words of immortal love,

Neither could it ever potently proliferate; even as the most rapturously enamoring ladies of mankind; were seen tirelessly squabbling with each other; to ascertain their right to interminably mate with him first,

Neither could it ever perseveringly sweat; even as the most Omnipotently blazing beams of the Sun; traced an infinite circles of true manhood; on its unnervingly exposed armpits,

Neither could it ever synergistically defecate; even as the most obnoxiously decayed elements of food and water; unstoppably swelled and reigned supreme; in its unmoving intestines and stomach,

Neither could it ever passionately breathe; even as the entire Universe of exuberantly undefeated air; lay readily virgin for it; to majestically and timelessly devour with its pair of harmonious nostrils,

Neither could it ever perpetually love; even as every beat of peerlessly unflinching companionship on this endlessly fructifying earth; expressed its very last wish as entering into the caverns of its fearless chest,


And how on earth could it ever do all this; as the body which once upon a time was the most unassailably virile form on planet earth; had now been consumed by the coffins of remorsefully unending extinction; had now succumbed to inevitably unbearable fate; was as a matter of fact; now; and an infinite more moments from now on; declared by the Omnipresent Creator; as wholesomely and completely dead…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Why are you bothered

 

You just climb the tree with a spirit of adventure
drenching each of your bedraggled senses; and the
winds of untamed euphoria encapsulating each of your
dreary nerves,
Why are you bothered about counting the innumerable
number of branches that came in between; the
incomprehensibly pertinent barricade of worms and
insects that you encountered in your way?

You just eat the mango wholeheartedly with stupendous
relish; rhapsodically devouring its majestic skin with
the ecstatic buds in your tongue,
Why are you bothered about counting the unsurpassable
number of seeds incarcerated in its belly; the
baseless strands of bitterness that protruded
harmlessly from its body?

You just swim exuberantly across the bountifully
ravishing lake; letting the heavenly waters take
celestial control over the boundless battalion of
frazzled parasites lingering in your insidious blood,
Why are you bothered about counting the meaningless
number of ripples that floated on the surface; the
innocuously drifting sea weed and frigid lumber that
kissed your shriveled skin; as you drifted by?

You just bask in the aisles of unprecedentedly
ebullient fantasy and desire; galloping towards the
summit of unparalleled happiness as each instant
unveiled by,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless
number of images that stupendously enshrouded your
nimble mind; the fathomless myriad of color which
hovered obscurely in the interiors of your
intriguingly passionate brain cells?

You just patriotically march for your motherland in
all situations alike; beheading the army of
lecherously blood-sucking traitors on the other side;
with your invincible sword of righteousness,
Why are you bothered about counting the invidiously
augmenting number of devils; the unending repertoire
of insinuations that they harbored; in their murderous
plot to overtopple sagacious mankind?

You just sight your bountifully endowed reflection in
the profusely sparkling mirror; admiring the intricate
shapes of your countenance bestowed upon you in
vibrant abundance; by the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Why are you bothered about counting the worthless
sheets of dead fiber imprisoned inside the glass; the
disdainful blotches of dirt failing occasionally to
cast their impression upon its satiny periphery?

You just disseminate the ideals of immortal peace;
love and humanity; to the most remotest parts of this
boundlessly benign Universe,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless
fleet of manipulative politicians and tycoons; the
ropes of treacherous drudgery that they had spun upon
the crippled and enslaved; alike?

You just pursue whatever the innermost recesses of
your heart dictate; passionately bonding and blending
with the waves of unconquerable artistry and the
Omnipresent aura of fantasy for centuries immemorial,
Why are you bothered about counting the unendingly
monotonous jokers around; for whom nothing else
mattered on this earth; but working like an insane
clockwork from nine to nine?

And you just pursue your love in this bloomingly
mesmerizing life; immortally coalescing with its
Omniscient spirit every time you were bestowed upon
with an opportunity to be born; robustly once again,
Why are you bothered about counting the ludicrously
corrupt barriers of conventionally rigid society; the
tremendously cowardly pattern that they had adopted
since the time that they had emanated their very first
breath; the same dastardly pattern which they wanted
you to incorrigibly follow; for ostensibly no reason
or rhyme?




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
 
<< Previous   Next >>