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»Object of desire

 

Thick sheets of raw cardboard paper,
sewn from dried pulp mixture,
processed and woven in looming mill machine,
a commodity manufactured at threadbare costs,
desert brown in color, and rough in texture,
cut to various shapes of
square, rectangle, triangle, penta and cone,
with steel cutters piercing its hard flesh,
particles of golden sawdust floating in air,
transforming barbaric paper to trimmed angel,
rendering it feasible for further treatment,
the prime of which is an overlapping fold,
followed by rich wax paint,
printing designs befitting all occasions,
like marriage, love, laughter and examination,
with finely calligraphed captivating quotes,
accentuating magical conversion of raw paper, into
royal greeting card,
a carrier of fluctuating emotions,
a cheaply procurable 'OBJECT OF DESIRE'


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

 

Olive green grenades of juicy fruit,
silver grey oysters touching ocean beds,
round yellow moulds of gold biscuits,
black leather made of pure python skin,
glass trolleys from projecting pivots of Ferris wheel,
leather bound volumes of English dictionary,
sliding metallic doors of refrigerated apparatus,
big tyre treads of fantasy Toyota,
wrought iron legs of four poster bed,
mesmerizing voice of the tower cuckoo clock,
articulately carved statues of marble,
jeweled parker pens with ball pointed refill,
exquisite clothing for all kinds of wear,
luminating dials of strapped wrist watch,
everlasting chill of window air conditioner,
lush green lawns with high converging fountains,
sprawling meadows of migratory birds,
blood curling growl of hybrid Alsatian,
electronic computers with surplus microchips,
100 pails of freshly extracted cow milk,
royal game of chess played on checkered squares,
brown thatched roofs of clay huts,
inflated sharpened pencil shell of scud missiles,
dense camouflaged orchards of red apple,
solitary confinement amidst an assemblage of graves,
bronze plated flower vase with red roses,
flashing signal lights in London streets,
loose cattle wandering on Swiss plateau's,
a motor boat cruise of river Thames,
multicolored flags of global nations,
rotund policemen on Asian roads,
mega suspense thrillers of James bond,
acres of fertile farm land,
electric charged atmosphere of stock market floor,
bottles of tightly corked Australian champagne,
furry green tables of playing cards,
slender skies for zipping through snow,
throaty chuckles while viewing Walt Disney,
rich tapestry of aircraft seat,
mono-rails trespassing African jungles,
museums possessing antiquated fossils,
revolving trophies of championship wins,
hunched camel back on desert soil,
cigarettes containing filtered tobacco,
frogs croaking in discordant unison,
midnight stars in a twinkling cameo,
i wake up with pricked jerks,
drenched with cold ice water,
thrown in disdain by my plump mother,
one thing's for certain,
my mind is a vast OCEAN OF DREAMS.


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

 

A handful of salt to impregnate flavor in my
lackadaisical food; relish the most tantalizingly
exotic meal of my life; for centuries immemorial,

A handful of smiles to enlighten the trajectory of my
derogatorily sullen lips; punctuate my lugubriously
dreary entrenchment of solitude; with triumphantly
ebullient cheer,

A handful of empathy to marvelously pacify my
treacherously disheveled eyes; inundate their
regretfully stony whites with unfathomable charisma
and voluptuous charm,

A handful of muscle to stupendously refurbish my
flailing arms; grant them the sparkling tenacity to
exuberantly surge forward with profound gusto of life,

A handful of pristine water to gorgeously placate my
traumatically agonizing throat; bountifully replenish
even the most infinitesimal of my senses with the most
ingratiating gift of God,

A handful of flirtation to mischievously titillate my
monotonously beleaguered soul; handsomely mitigate me
of my apprehensions in the chapter of monotonously
uncouth life,

A handful of blood to astoundingly rejuvenate my
pathetically diminishing nerves; trigger even the most
lividly devastated arenas of my visage; on a voyage of
poignantly crimson fire,

A handful of cloth to fantastically embellish my
disastrously shriveled body; beautifully instill a
wave of amiable compassion in each of my devastatingly
debilitating senses,

A handful of fragrance to divinely mesmerize my
penuriously staggering countenance; metamorphose me
forever and ever and ever into a cloud of mystically
ravishing paradise,

A handful of inebriation to magnificently tranquilize
my preposterously rambunctious voice; blend my
disdainfully wavering spirit with the rhythmic
pulsations fo the divine,

A handful of resilience to add boundless sparks to my
abominably defeated stride; majestically instilling in
me the ability to confront the most horrendously
acrimonious of impediments that came my side,

A handful of mascara to vibrantly illuminate my
dismally drooping eyelashes; perpetuating me to erupt
into an unrelenting festoon of fantasy and spell
bindingly gracious rhyme,

A handful of truth to irrefutably bless my salaciously
pulverized conscience; Omnisciently flood its woefully
fretting and stagnating dormitories with the mantra of
symbiotic existence,

A handful of artistry to regally stimulate each
deliberately indolent nerve of my nimble demeanor;
deluge the fathomlessly barren canvas of my life; with
the profusely fascinating essence of blissful
existence,

A handful of playfulness to celestially unfurl my
ruthlessly mature and tyrannical senses; unbelievably
bring out the princely child ardently clinging to each
element of my passionate countenance,

A handful of river for me to royally bathe off the
remorseful disease from my lambasted skin; perennially
reinvigorate the manipulatively besieged conglomerate
of my bones to coalesce with the rudiments of my
sacred existence,

A handful of sensuousness to miraculously engulf each
cranny of my vengeful brain; with an unsurpassable
reservoir of enthrallingly euphoric and vivacious
fantasy,

A handful of breath to Omnipotently enshroud my
forlornly extinguishing nostrils; invincibly bestow my
lungs with the charismatically ecstatic chapters of
undefeated life,

But unfathomable oceans of love to Omnipresently
liberate my heart; perpetually bond its beats with the
winds of procreation; togetherness; mankind;
pricelessly immortalizing the meaning of my
impoverished life….


©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Ointments

 

In order to mend the broken slabs of bedraggled
building; all that was required was an ointment of
rich cement and raw brick,

In order to mend the broken web of spider; all that
was required was an ointment of silvery threads and
slime,

In order to mend the disastrously scorched territory
of soil; all that was required was an ointment of cool
and revitalizing water,

In order to mend the broken links of the enigmatic
jigsaw puzzle; all that was required was an ointment
of pragmatic intelligence,

In order to mend the broken bits of scattered paper;
all that was required was an ointment of glue and
sticky adhesive,

In order to mend the broken periphery of lips; all
that was required was an ointment of glossy lipstick,

In order to mend the disdainfully broken finger; all
that was required was an ointment of thoroughly
powdered and fine calcium,

In order to mend the broken down car; all that was
required was an ointment of golden petrol,

In order to mend the broken fields of sprawling grass;
all that was required was an ointment of pure and
natural goat manure,

In order to mend the broken stomach; all that was
required was an ointment of appetizing food and
voluptuous fruit juice,

In order to mend the broken and stammering speech; all
that was required was an ointment of; stupendous
confidence in self,

In order to mend the broken city; all that was
required was an ointment of paramount resilience; the
fortitude to stand together and reconstruct the same
paradise,

In order to mend the broken and age old computer; all
that was required was an ointment of hi-tech software
chips; and a flurry of ingenious program,

In order to mend the broken and slowly fading light;
all that was required was an ointment of the
blistering Sun,

In order to mend the broken eye; all that was required
was an ointment of glistening moisture; and passionate
fantasy revolving fanatically each second,

In order to mend the broken shirt and trousers; all
that was required was an ointment of colored buttons
and long spools of silken thread,

In order to mend the broken individual; all that was
required was an ointment of reassurance compounded
with heaps of unparalleled empathy and care,

In order to mend the broken throat; all that was
required was an ointment of warm and sizzling herbal
tea; a peaceful day's rest to soothe every traumatized
vein,

In order to mend the broken relationship; all that was
required was an ointment of perpetual and amicable
understanding,

In order to mend the broken nose; all that was
required was an ointment of moist and overwhelmingly
compassionate breath,

And in order to mend the broken heart; all that was
required was an ointment of care; an ointment that
spread the immortal roots of love; whenever and
wherever applied…



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

 

He didn’t need overwhelmingly lengthy articles written
about him; to proclaim his glory sanctimoniously all
around the globe,

He didn’t need an armory of praise from a spurious
bunch of individuals; to escalate his persona to the
pinnacle of supremacy,

He didn’t need television interviews to depict his
supernatural powers; the miracles he could perform
within lightening fractions of seconds,

He didn’t need a cavalcade of cars following him;
ploughing their way unceremoniously through innocent
pedestrians to declare his raw power,

He didn’t need an ocean of flowers everyday at his
doorstep; to enlighten his spirits and drown him into
a cocoon of enchantment,

He didn’t need a battalion of bodyguards guarding his
visage; armed gunmen trying to sequester him from all
the evil in this world,

He didn’t need an ambience of voluptuous clouds to
relax in; mesmerizing fairies dancing around him and
kissing his feet,

He didn’t need a flurry of photographers clicking him
umpteenth times in a single minute; trying to salvage
the best of his face in different shades of light,

He didn’t need jug fulls of water and mystical wine to
be served every hour; the most sumptuous cuisine to be
brought before him to eat sizzling fresh from the
frying pan,

He didn’t need groups of mavericks inexorably shouting
slogans to propagate him; defending religion at the
cost of infinite lives,

He didn’t need a letter of introduction every time he
tread on this earth; professionals in the media savvy
world to announce every move he was about to make,

He didn’t need a new and embellished space craft every
morning; to transport him to the most fascinating
places in this Universe; have ravishing cocktails with
every Nation's Prime Minister,

He didn’t need a Mountain replete with bombastic gold
and silver; dungeons impregnated with fathomless
bundles of currency showered upon him incessantly as
the clock ticked,

He didn’t need a wardrobe inundated with garish
clothes; golden cufflinks and chains to adorn his body
at the crack of every dawn,

He didn’t need a cruise ride of the Atlantic every
night; with stars shimmering in the cosmos propelling
him fantasize to the most unprecedented limits and
dream,

He didn’t need traditionally attired attendants
hovering indefatigably around his demeanor; fanning
his face to ruthlessly massacre the last mosquito
humming morbid tunes,

He didn’t need slippers lined with resplendent silver
to walk in the Bedroom; a bed studded with fabulous
diamonds to nestle and blissfully sleep,

He didn’t need a fleet of impeccable priests to engulf
him and divulge to him his destiny to unveil; analyze
his palms to intricately prognosticate the future life
he had to be lead,

And he didn’t need any glamour and glitteratti; any
pomp or gaiety to appease; any spurious propaganda to
uplift his soul;

For a single word of his was enough to destroy; and at
the same time create this entire planet; a single step
of his was enough to give shape to what he had
created; a single breath of his was enough to give
life to his unfathomable creation; he was the most
invincible form of a human being; HE WAS INFACT NONE
OTHER THAN OMNIPOTENT ALMIGHTY…



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

 

It waded of even the most traumatically rapacious of
my tensions; with the astoundingly mellifluous cadence
in its glorious uninhibited cascade,

It majestically cleared the deleterious morass of
manipulation enshrouding my eyes; with its
stupendously sparkling and uninhibitedly rhapsodic
globules,

It victoriously beheaded all my bizarrely staggering
dereliction; with its perennially princely and
unrelenting shower of divine righteousness,

It profoundly enlightened every cranny of my drearily
lambasted veins; with its fabulously rhythmic and
unbelievably magnetic melody,

It perpetually replenished my lividly morose lips;
with its unfathomable forest of timeless charisma;
drenching each contour of my devastatingly limp
persona; with cisterns of unconquerable ecstasy,

It marvelously embellished even the most
infinitesimal follicle of my despairingly beleaguered
eyelashes; with its torrentially ebullient and
enchanting downpour,

It triumphantly freed me of all my spuriously
bellicose tawdriness; blissfully pacifying the
innermost realms of my incarcerated soul; with its
spell bindingly united showering,

It regally silenced the very essence of dastardly fear
in my countenance; with its unflinching spirit of
unassailably euphoric adventure,

It impregnably taught me the morals of harmoniously
philanthropic existence; with its insatiably
gregarious embracing of all tribes; benevolently and
alike,

It wholesomely massacred even the most mercurial trace
of desperation in my blood; with its unsurpassable
festoon of everlastingly seductive scent,

It emolliently decorated even the most capricious step
that I transgressed; with its convivially vibrant
impressions of intoxicating life,

It forever ensured that I frolicked through meadows of
fantastically resplendent childhood; triggering in me
an implacable urge to sensuous discover the beauty of
this entire Universe; drowning myself in obeisant
admiration of its untainted belly,

It made me wholesomely oblivious to all gory death;
agony and satanically horrific pain; with its fountain
of unbelievably exotic iridescence,

It handsomely liberated me of my truculently barbarous
fanaticism; with its eternally indomitable rainbows of
truth and celestially burgeoning solidarity,

It gorgeously transpired the most poignantly intricate
artist from within the deepest ingredients of my
blood; engendering me to spawn a civilization of
synergistically intriguing newness; with its droplets
of bountifully exultating compassion,

It nursed me like what my sacrosanct mother used to
feed me when I was a newborn child; with its fabric of
ardently heavenly and unshakable togetherness,

It profusely inundated my life with nothing else but
love; love and rivulets of invincibly immortal love;
with its serendipitously gracious wave of priceless
humanity,

And to imagine that it did all of the above without
even a minuscule pinch to my pocket; a fugitive
penalization to my advancing stride; O! Yes; such was
the Omnipotent magic of the tantalizingly beautiful
and aristocratically opalescent raindrop….


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»Omnipresent Mother

 

What was more sacrosanct; was it her inimitably ebullient and
beautifully
crimson blood; or was it her celestially invincible and victoriously
unflinching; milk?

What was more compassionate; was it her uninhibitedly everlasting and
blissfully bonding embrace; or was it her impregnably bountiful and
victoriously heavenly; belly?

What was more beautiful; was it her impeccably artistic and timelessly
emphatic eyes; or was it her philanthropically helping and magically
ameliorating; palms?

What more Omnipotent; was it her pricelessly undefeated and perpetually
liberating blessings; or was it her unconquerably miraculous and
perennially
triumphant; footprints?

What was more fragrant; was it her unceasingly royal and altruistically
infallible principles of humanity; or was it her unalterably truthful
and
gloriously pristine; sweat?

What was more artistic; was it her innocuously nubile and divinely
unbridled
skin; or was it her Omnisciently curvaceous and mellifluously
entwining;
fingers?

What was more tranquil; was it her resplendently effulgent and
blessedly
synergistic lap; or was it her incredulously mollifying and unnervingly
venerated; voice?

What was more blessed; was it her tirelessly fructifying and
symbiotically
blossoming countenance; or was it her selflessly sacrificing and
limitlessly
endowing; fantasies?

What was more sensitive; was it her daintily twinkling and iridescently
euphoric ears; or was it her Omnisciently unimpeachable and boundlessly
benign; soul?

What was more queenly; was it her intrepidly fearless and spotlessly
unperturbed stride; or was it her brilliantly enriching and
immaculately
unconquerable; eyelashes?

What was more sheltering; was it her untiringly unhindered and
courageously
carrying shoulders; or was it her unfathomably mitigating and
pricelessly
comforting; shadow?

What was more promising; was it her jubilantly unparalleled and
irrefutably
unshakable signature; or was it her endlessly undying and fantastically
flamboyant; aura?

What was more indomitable; was it her affably melanging and poignantly
showering smile; or was it her unlimitedly ardent and astoundingly
fecund;
strength?

What was more accentuated; was it her peerlessly undefeated and
exuberantly
transcending stare; or was it her supremely affable and prudently
eclectic;
nose?

What was more enlightening; was it her celestially melodious and
harmoniously uniting voice; or was it her fabulously spotless and
charismatically honest; conscience?

What was more life-yielding; was it her unstoppably fervent and
amazingly
proliferating breath; or was it her ubiquitously spawning and
timelessly
unassailable; virility?

What was more vivacious; was it her fantastically uncurbed and spell
bindingly evolving brain; or was it her innocently kissing and
synergistically reviving; lips?

What was more faithful; was it her passionately throbbing and endlessly
gregarious heartbeat; or was it her simplistically blessed and
eternally
persevering bones?

Well the answer to all of the above was a big “NOTHING”; neither was
anything of hers was better than something of hers; neither could
anything
of hers be compared to anything existing on earth and even beyond
infinite
infinity; as just everything; O! Yes completely and entirely
everything; of
her “The Omnipresent mother” was intransigently Immortal…

©®COPYRIGHT-2005, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Omnisciently Ameliorating God….

 

In order to delet treacherously malevolent lies forever from this fathomless Universe; one had to just use the scepter of unflinchingly fearless truth,

In order to delet ominously maiming darkness forever from this boundless Universe; one had to just use the infallible light of the triumphantly flaming Sun,

In order to delet vindictively lambasting racism forever from this limitless Universe; one had to just use the altruistically uniting and priceless religion of compassionate humanity,

In order to delet salaciously numbing robotism forever from this bewitching Universe; one had to just use the indefatigably effulgent gorge of timelessly inscrutable adventure,

In order to delet cursedly devastating hunger forever from this timeless Universe; one had to just use the eternally mollifying fruits of perennially consecrating Mother Nature,

In order to delet demonically beheading infidelity forever from this unfettered Universe; one had to just use the magical bond of unassailably humanitarian friendship,

In order to delet inexplicably hysterical sorrow forever from this Herculean Universe; one had to just use the inimitably impregnable happiness of ubiquitously bountiful creation,

In order to delet lividly cold-blooded nothingness forever from this miraculous Universe; one had to just use the sweet flavor of mystically burgeoning and victorious life,
In order to delet ludicrously wastrel impotency forever from this ecstatic Universe; one had to just use the infinite seeds of stupendously undefeated virility; strewn in gay abundance in every cranny of earth divine,

In order to delet deliriously penalizing mania forever from this eternal Universe; one had to just use the everlasting mantra of unconquerably harmonious symbiotism,

In order to delet abhorrently squelching war forever from this unlimited Universe; one had to just use the spell binding waves of unchallengably quelling peace,

In order to delet satanically demeaning bribery from this unsurpassable Universe; one had to just use the undyingly jubilant fire of majestically victorious honesty,

In order to delet crucifying gallows of hatred forever from this impenetrable Universe; one had to just use the Omnipresent heartbeats of Immortally befriending love,

In order to delet deplorably amorphous cowardice forever from this resplendent Universe; one had to just use the perpetually glistening skin of selflessly passionate unity,

In order to delet the mortuaries of agnostic disbelief forever from this ebullient Universe; one had to just use the peerless monasteries/temples/churches/mosques of unshakable faith,

In order to delet haplessly assassinating despair forever from this untainted Universe; one had to just use the perennially blessed light of poignant conviction,

In order to delet sadistically orphaning death forever from this unparalleled Universe; one had to just use the Omnipotent cradle of freshly born and artistic life,

In order to delet lugubriously morbid wastefulness from this insuperable Universe; one had to just use the ingeniously innovative winds of euphorically evolving fantasy,

But in order to delet the “Impossibly Impossible”; as well as forever metamorphosing it into an irrefutable “Possible” on this emancipating Universe; one had to just leave it to the Omnisciently ameliorating God….

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»On a holiday

 

I felt woolen threads of afghan carpet tickling me,
a saga of emotions draining golden reserves of energy.
i saw cherry red apples dangling from leafy tree
twigs,
swam rapidly across chilly currents of deep water.
i kicked loose chunks of dirt with my spiked shoe,
rode on bare horseback through soggy fields of
unripened paddy.
i drenched myself with saliva dribbling from my mouth,
fed the cows with lush green bundles of country grass.
i devoured greedily, roasted slices of barbecued goat,
paced vigorously through sea sand hosting an army of
venomous crab.
i drove my slender nosed sedan at breakneck speeds,
whistled at the top of my lungs piercing placid
carpets of air.
i swayed rhythmically to infectious tunes of music,
sipped chocolate rum from large beer mugs of bone
china.
i stared at my reflection in sparkling mountain water,
draped myself in expensive linen suit with tinges of
gold.
i dug tunnels in mud with crowbars of metal,
fondled long silky ears of my pet Alsatian.
i painted the courtyard walls with hasty strokes of
king sized brush,
snored like a demon through humid passing hours of the
summer night.

(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»On every morsel of food

 

ON EVERY MORSEL of food scattered in distant territories of the earth,
there lies a name inscribed of; the person about to consume it.


On every bit of fertile clay projecting from hard land,
there lies a name embossed of; wild grass about to grow.


On every bit of bare bruise sprouting on the surface of skin,
there lies a name riveted of; the magical technology of healing.


On every bit of undulating water containing tones of salt,
there lies a name embedded of; the aquatic fish and spongy coral.


On every bit of flaming sun and celestial moon,
there lies a name embodied; of the supreme creator.


On every bit of perspiration dribbling down with tenacity,
there lies a name pressed of; the onerous amount of hard work.


On every bit of succulent looking barren tree branch,
there lies a name firmly stapled of; the fresh buds about to take birth.


On every bit of crystal water plummeting from crystalline tips of the mountain,
there lies a name dogmatically printed of; the living organism dying of thirst.


On every bit of charisma inhabiting oblivious regions of the globe,
there lies a name emphatically glued of; the human eye.


On every heart that throbs with a benevolent disposition,
there lies a name imprisoned of; the person it loves.

And on every bullet of lead that ricochets after striking the air,
there lies a name of the person living; about to die.



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