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»We arent afraid

 

We aren’t afraid of the treacherous mountains; infact
keep them in our back side pockets,

We aren’t afraid of the freezing winds; infact
sheltered them in a solitary whisker of our profusely
poignant moustache,

We aren’t afraid of the lethal bullets flying
horrendously around; infact we face them with our
chests escalating unflinchingly and handsome towards
the azure sky,

We aren’t afraid of the acrimoniously sweltering
sands; infact caress them like a prince marching
uninhibitedly towards the corridors of victory,

We aren’t afraid of overwhelming thirst; infact posses
the capacity to remain without a droplet of water; it
the situation so demands,

We aren’t afraid of mighty avalanches of snow; infact
treated them like insipid broomsticks sticking
innocuously to our valiant eyelashes,

We aren’t afraid of indiscriminate abuse; infact let
them pass like pieces of disdainful shit; from one ear
of ours to the other,

We aren’t afraid of the most ominous of crocodile;
infact carried his live skin intrepidly; with a
profound sense of equanimity on our shoulders,

We aren’t afraid of tumultuously vindictive storm;
infact inhaled its merciless winds with astronomical
ease through our fearless nostrils,

We aren’t afraid of perpetual blackness; infact stared
at it in its uncouth eye; till it wholesomely
disappeared into infinitesimal wisps of non-existent
sky,

We aren’t afraid of truckloads of blood; infact shed
it with insurmountably supreme pride; to defend the
soil on which we tread since our first cry,

We aren’t afraid of the battalion of satanic swords
gushing towards our head; infact held them like
peanuts in our palms; inscribing our names with their
tips on our belligerently barren chests,

We aren’t afraid of excruciating pain; infact smiled
indefatigably whilst in the heart of it; and till the
time our mission was blissfully accomplished,

We aren’t afraid of inexplicable spirits loitering in
the atmosphere; infact coined our own destinies; with
sweat of sweet perseverance; flowing gloriously from
our audaciously muscled shoulders,

We aren’t afraid of lecherous politics; infact blow
the manipulative leaders involved; with minuscule
draughts of our drearily languid breath,

We aren’t afraid of the most horrifically traumatic
aftermaths; infact accept them with an invincible glow
radiating resiliently from our eyes,

We aren’t afraid of sacrificing our lives at the
slightest intimation; infact ardently waited for our
chance to relinquish breath; and blend our impeccable
souls with the Almighty Creator,

We aren’t afraid of losing our loved ones; infact had
bid them adieu forever; when we plunged wholeheartedly
on our path towards irrefutable righteousness,

Just one minute; before you start thinking that we
were God’s; let me clarify that we were not; but we
definitely take unfathomable pleasure in proclaiming
ourselves to be the immortal soldiers of our
MOTHERLAND…


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»We have all been sent to win

 

We’ve all been sent on this bountifully eclectic earth; to tirelessly adventure; and not to pathetically stagnate in the corpses of miserably penalizing and delirious depression,

We’ve all been sent on this celestially fantastic earth; to interminably consecrate the virtues of benign goodness; and not to preposterously bend down to the indiscriminately vengeful footsteps of the massacring devil,

We’ve all been sent on this fantastically virile earth; to blaze in the Sun of unconquerable optimism; and not to inexplicably wither like a shriveled leaf in the mortuaries of asphyxiating blackness; without any ostensible reason or rhyme,

We’ve all been sent on this blessedly emollient earth; to limitlessly desire in a paradise of heavenly symbiosis; and not to be wretchedly thrashed by the wantonly non-existent gallows of maiming negativity,

We’ve all been sent on this vivaciously wonderful earth; to uninhibitedly embrace every caste; creed; color and race with egalitarian love; and not to relentlessly assassinate countless innocent; on spurious pretexts of feckless religion,

We’ve all been sent on this resplendently robust earth; to enlighten the lives of all those unfortunate with every smile of our destined existence; and not to rapaciously gobble even the last bone of their crumbling spine; to sadistically inundate our already bulging stomachs,

We’ve all been sent on this jubilantly fathomless earth; to indefatigably march forward in the corridors of unflinching courage; and not to let the germs of meaninglessly inscrutable fear; reign supreme on every ingredient of our blood,

We’ve all been sent on this gloriously unbridled earth; to invincibly unite in the threads of royal compassion; and not to uncouthly separate the very fabric of existence; and thereby be a beleaguered slave of our prejudiced brains,

We’ve all been sent on this unbelievably enamoring earth; to altruistically heal even the most treacherously ghastliest of wound with the wand of eternal friendship; and not to leave an unending sea of ruthless blood; at every step that we traversed,

We’ve all been sent on this romantically effulgent earth; to mellifluously sing the tunes of brotherhood; and not to cadaverously dumb our god gifted throats; into the hell of lugubriously intolerable decay,

We’ve all been sent on this spell-bindingly ardent earth; to timelessly sleep in the lap of our Omnipotent mothers; and not to dementedly rape and sell innocuously venerated women; right under the broadest of flaming daylight,

We’ve all been sent on this ecstatically vibrant earth; to beautifully harness; conserve and augment the fruits of pristine mother nature; and not to ruthlessly chop trees and iridescent vegetation; in order to erect tombstones of robotic monotony,

We’ve all been sent on this bounteously philanthropic earth; to fearlessly feed every hungry destitute stomach in whatever capacity we ever could; and not to sacrilegiously orphan boundless; right infront of their kin,

We’ve all been sent on this incredulously magnetic earth; to interminably continue the chapter of amazingly virile existence; and not to render ourselves meekly impotent; to even the most obsolete insinuation of the passing maelstrom,

We’ve all been sent on this handsomely impregnable earth; to pay due homage and respect to our elders/ancestors/heritage; and not to make our own parents sweep the threadbare household floors; whilst we abominably lazed into an inexplicable labyrinth of languid nothingness,

We’ve all been sent on this royally emollient earth; to nimbly prostrate infront of the power that created us all alike; which was irrefutably the Omnipresent Creator; and not to sanctimoniously consider only our ownselves; as the greatest and the most powerful of all,

We’ve all been sent on this magnetically poignant earth; to unstoppably relish every droplet of rain that fell from the Omnipotent skies; and not to insidiously adulterate the same with gory bloodshed and abhorrently devastating war,

We’ve all been sent on this spectacularly harmonious earth; to disseminate the ideals of immortal love and peace in even the most obliviously fading cranny of the Universe; and not to lethally stab each heart throbbing beside us with the poison of castrated hatred,








And we’ve all been sent on this fabulously sparkling earth; to timelessly triumph in a heaven of goodness and; WIN; and not to worthlessly succumb to the mortuary of evil; lose everything of ours even before the slightest innuendo of the devil miserably floundered to loom upon the gigantic Universe…..


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»We still loved each other

 

We hurled a volley of expletives at each other; while
conversing over the
phone,

Severely ostracizing our movements; our conservative
attitude towards
society,

Threw fluffy pillows; rolling pins; scattered debris;
virtually all that came
in our hands at each other,

Tore apart our scalp hair in exasperation; slapping
each other on the rubicund
cheek,

Grimaced our teeth like the most ominous of fortress;
clenching our fists in
indignation,

Stared unrelentingly like diabolical demons;
refraining to whisper the
slightest of sound,

Spat uncouthly at each other; our hands interlocked in
a vindictive brawl,

Made abhorrent designs of each other; rampantly
inscribing them on the cold
floor,

Kicked uncontrollably while in the car; banging our
heads against the
windshield,

Spilled scalding tea deliberately on each other;
burning dainty pores in our
skin,

Glanced indifferently towards each other; pretending
to be nonchalant
strangers,

Scoffed haughtily inhaling long gasps of breath;
insipidly kicking small
stones that confronted our way,

Wailed discordantly with fervor; looking at each
others faces,

Sat poles apart on the dining table; secretly wishing
to dance under the
enchanting moon,

Drew lines vindictively on the sands; as we strolled
languidly on the slippery
beach,

Pummeled each other in the ribs; at the slightest
provocation; as our tempers
soared to dizzy heights,

Paced up and down the length of the house;
occasionally banging the walls in
intense infuriation,

Tossed and turned irritably on the king poster bed;
unable to go to blissful
sleep,

Deliberated for marathon hours on the trot; on
inconspicuous issues; expending
great energy from our intricate lungs,

But the remarkable thing was; that even after all this
we still remained the
best of friends; immensely enjoyed and wistfully
longed for each others
company,

And at the end of the acrimonious day; forgave and
acutely loved each other.




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»Welcoming her back

 

Gruesome carpets of despairing blindness had set upon
her magnificently sparkling countenance; enveloping
her perennially in a world of bizarre darkness,
But it was my eyes that had veritably lost every iota
of sight; as I stumbled like an insane lunatic in
every sphere of life; tragically devastated in
whirlpools of ghastly depression….

Gory leprosy had descended lecherously upon her
marvelously blissful demeanor; brutally incapacitating
her in wholesome entirety; for the remainder of her
life,
But it was my hands and feet that had veritably lost
even the most tiniest of ability to hoist; as I
haplessly staggered in a tornado of doom; for
centuries immemorial….

Barbaric dumbness had salaciously entrenched upon her
majestically royal countenance; ruthlessly chopping
every cranny of her robustly melodious cadence; into a
countless pieces of insipid nothingness,
But it was my tongue that had veritably lost even the
most remotest of ability to speak; as I pathetically
slithered on remorseful spit; without the slightest
sound emanating from my tyrannized throat….

Diabolical sadness had fathomlessly enveloped upon her
sparklingly robust stride; penalizing her immaculate
grace for absolutely no fault of hers,
But it was my lips that had veritably relinquished all
smiles; as I drunk tears of horrendous solitude each
unfurling instant of the treacherous day; trespassing
through a battlefield of vindictive prejudice soaked
in ghastly blood; all my life…

Ominously irascible cancer had cascaded down upon her
blisteringly flamboyant visage; murderously
asphyxiating all her glorious happiness in destined
life,
But it was my body that veritably puked everything
that I tried to ravishingly swallow; with a tinge of
lecherously debilitating yellow; proliferating
astoundingly; upon my hopelessly extinguishing
senses…..

Savage termites had crawled upon from all sides upon
her magically glistening persona; barbarically
attacking her with contemptuously opprobrious lechery,
But it was my veins that veritably lost every
ingredient of scarlet blood; as I incessantly floated
like a lifeless skeleton; through the corpse of gory
death and in the graveyard of malicious abhorrence….

Overpowering darkness had viciously infiltrated upon
her gorgeously delectable reflection; crippling her
invidiously of all those blissfully romantic moments;
in euphorically vibrant life,
But it was my dwelling that had veritably abnegated
all traces of dynamic light; as I couldn’t find even
my own silhouette; decaying into wisps of worthlessly
horrific oblivion…..

Perfidious paralysis had vindictively gripped her
enamoringly scintillating scent from all sides;
treacherously overtoppling her from Omnipotent realms
of blissfully blessed sleep,
But it was my heart that had veritably ceased to
function; ludicrously dissolving all its passionate
reservoir of beats with domains of penalizing hell;
ruthlessly massacring even the most priceless of
emotion; and the chapter of immortal love….

And devilishly unforgiving death had stooped
perilously upon her daintily tinkling royalty;
rendering her meaninglessly at the last stage of her
most fabulously priceless existence,
But it was my breath that had veritably snapped in
wholesome entirety from my deplorably bleeding
nostrils; as I reached heaven even before the most
ethereal of her shadow could creep through; to welcome
her as her unassailable lover; eternally and once
again….








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»We are all humans

 

There wasn’t a brain born on this fathomlessly enchanting Universe; which came without its share of imbecile eccentricities; at times meandering into the aisles of wholesomely decrepit meaninglessness,

There wasn’t a lip born on this boundlessly captivating Universe; which came without its share of inexplicable sadness; at times solely embracing the most unprecedented apogees of lugubrious doom,

There wasn’t a throat born on this endlessly enthralling Universe; which came without its share of rambunctious cacophony; at times wafting into the bitterest tunes of hedonistic oblivion,

There wasn’t a finger born on this limitlessly emollient Universe; which came without its share of ludicrous anomalies; at times preposterously sketching the entire resplendently enamoring planet; wretchedly and incongruously upside down,

There wasn’t a foot born on this invincibly panoramic Universe; which came without its share of delirious stamping; at times meting its entire frustration upon blissful soil; till the last granule of mud was frigidly pulverized,

There wasn’t an eye born on this wonderfully ameliorating Universe; which came without its share of impoverished tears; at times inconsolably sobbing towards hysterical doom; even under the most blazingly unfettered rays of brilliant sunlight,

There wasn’t a chest born on this enigmatically Herculean Universe; which came without its share of deplorable fearfulness; at times inscrutably trembling towards the most pathetically dwindling of corpse; at the tiniest whisker of sound,

There wasn’t a stomach born on this pristinely uninhibited Universe; which came without its share of intermittently irascible gas; at times expurgating into the most pugnaciously fetid bellows of air; even whilst resting amidst perennially environmental bliss,

There wasn’t a mind born on this bountifully fructifying Universe; which came without its share of unexplainable illiteracy; at times helplessly staring at the most sagaciously pragmatic things; even though trained to unsurpassable epitomes of meritoriously royal education,

There wasn’t a mouth born on this gloriously untainted Universe; which came without its share of ungainly abuse; at times bursting into an uncontrolled volley of thwarted malice; just the very next instant after uttering the name of the Omnipotent Lord,

There wasn’t a bone born on this pricelessly inimitable Universe; which came without its share of dastardly weakness; at times bizarrely crouching an infinite feet beneath its shell; although the barbarous enemy was a million kilometers apart; and yet to arrive,

There wasn’t a skin born on this gregariously compassionate Universe; which came without its share of penurious sweat; at times culminating into an ocean of disdainfully salty water; when tension rode high and unprecedented even on the tip of freezing Everest,

There wasn’t a neck born on this triumphantly fearless Universe; which came without its share of restless turning; at times darting into a billion directions every instant; as if non-existent hell had rained down on planet divine,

There wasn’t an ear born on this victoriously burgeoning Universe; which came without its share of anomalous insensitivities; at times pretending to be ostentatiously deaf to even the most agonizingly tyrannized cries of living kind,

There wasn’t an eyelash born on this handsomely regal Universe; which came without its share of surreptitious flashing; at times unnecessarily flirting with the fairer sex at gay abandon; immediately after tying the immortal nuptial thread with godly wife,

There wasn’t a persona born on this unabashedly liberated Universe; which came without its share of maiming depression; at times writhing for countless hours on obdurate floor; desperately crying for no ostensible reason or rhyme,

There wasn’t a spine born on this undauntedly magnetic Universe; which came without its share of mysterious trembling; at times reverberating more ferociously than the devastating earthquake; at just a nimble touch of the nubile finger,

There wasn’t a heart born on this gigantically spell-binding Universe; which came without its share of irregular throbbing; at times skipping an infinite beats in a single instant; to directly reach the penultimate beat of veritable death,

There wasn’t a nostril born on this timelessly blossoming Universe; which came without its share of inexorable gasping; at times feeling indescribably asphyxiated for poignant breath; even in the most celestially iridescent of atmosphere,

And there wasn’t an organism born on this unlimitedly redolent Universe; which came without its share of humanitarian errors; at times forgetting its own name and holistic identity; even though blessed in every aspect of its existence by the Omnipresent Lord,


Simply because; we’re all humans; and try as hard as we could; we can never ever come even an infinitesimal fraction close to him; can never ever even dream to emulate his impregnably perfectionist ways; can never ever challenge his unassailable ways of human creation; can never ever become the Omniscient God…

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»Were you sleeping?

 

Were you sleeping when countless infants were being
ruthlessly orphaned; left to beg on the discordantly
hapless streets; with their limbs horrendously maimed
by the treacherously barbarous society?

Were you sleeping when countless soldiers were being
invidiously molested; as diabolically castrated
traitors imperiled them at their every step; with
swords of indescribably macabre corruption?

Were you sleeping when countless trees were being
cold-bloodedly slaughtered; as the hell of relentless
greed insidiously transcended the paradise of
symbiotically amiable bonding?

Were you sleeping when countless pilgrims were being
torturously torched; as maliciously prejudiced
perpetrators of mankind uncontrollably assassinated in
the name of spurious religion; caste; creed and tribe
?

Were you sleeping when countless entities were
wandering aimlessly unemployed and illiterate; as the
bane of dreadfully ignominious condemnation
disastrously spread its meaningless roots worldwide?

Were you sleeping when countless grasslands of
exhilarating peace; were being satanically squandered
by truculently dictatorial powerhouses of hedonistic
bloodshed and vindictively insane savagery?

Were you sleeping when countless consecrations of one
God were being salaciously pulverized to morosely
inconspicuous ash; as capriciously baseless fanatics
erected a citadel of their own God upon the same?

Were you sleeping when countless voices of
mellifluously ingratiating innocence; were
tyrannically devoured in the grotesque cacophony of
remorsefully lambasting commercialism and monotonous
malice?

Were you sleeping when countless woman were being
tawdrily traded; as ominously lethal beheaders of
flesh weighed them in pans of sinister gold; after
deleteriously excoriating every bit of their
sacrosanct vermilion?

Were you sleeping when countless immaculate sheep were
being sleazily annihilated in the penalizing
abattoirs; as man callously smacked his imbecile lips
with replenishments of pricelessly bountiful blood?

Were you sleeping when countless urchins were being
dastardly sodomized; as powerhouses of atrocious
weaponry; used helplessly nimble skin a sardonic
retreat for their zanily whimsical outbursts?

Were you sleeping when countless sparkling eyes were
being gruesomely blinded; as unfathomable jailhouses
of lechery descended upon planet earth; from every
conceivable quarter?

Were you sleeping when countless inevitably decrepit
and invalid were being thrashed left; right and brutal
center; as the brazenly impetuously tried to expedite
their miserably faltering pace; even at the cost of
vivaciously blissful life?

Were you sleeping when countless tons of abominably
abhorrent abuse raunchily crept into the fabric of the
civilized world; as man intransigently hunted down his
counterpart man; on the non-existent pretext of
survival of the fittest?

Were you sleeping when countless terrorists
licentiously marauded harmoniously holistic
households; maniacally looted; squandered; decimated
and transformed all harmlessly immaculate; into a
corpse of frightfully repugnant blood?

Were you sleeping when countless diminutive were being
indefatigably whipped by the agonizingly aggrieved
whip of poverty; as the sanctimoniously rich used
biscuits of pure gold to feed their abnormally wild
dogs?

Were you sleeping when countless infirm were being
poked and ludicrously manhandled; as those with
lividly gleaming biceps; fecklessly demonstrated their
frigidly infidel power?

Were you sleeping when countless children implacably
screamed and waved for help from under the drowning
waters; as pompously passing politicians showered
garlands of ostentatiously floral sympathy; instead of
altruistically plunging in and saving lives?

And if the answer to the above is yes; then how the
hell can you blame the Almighty Creator for inflicting
misery upon the trajectory of this mesmerizing earth;
how the hell can you blame it on the mortuaries of
crippling destiny for heinously puncturing existence;
how the hell can you blame today’s modern times for
all that was pathetically dwindling?

For the Omnipotent lord had given you and every other
being of your kind enough strength to conquer the most
ferocious of devil; incarcerate even the most
unforgivably illicit of atrocity; but you still had
all the guts to blame him; instead of nimbly admitting
it that you were cowardly sleeping? ? ?


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»What about him?

 

Even though you had beautifully sparkling eyes; with loads of charismatic fortitude entrapped in your bones; still you trembled at the thought of clambering up 100 floors of the colossal building without the escalator,
What about him who was perpetually blind; for whom the world was a cloud of gruesome darkness; right since innocuous childhood?

Even though you had voluptuous jewels of eye; Herculean stamina in the bulging muscle of your arm; still the very thought of crossing the jam packed chaotic road; sent inexplicable shivers down your slender spine, What about him who was perpetually blind; for whom there was nothing like brightness or light in the dictionary of the mind?

Even though you had marvelously sparkling pairs of diamond eyes; the stoical ability to confront the most disastrous situation with astronomical ease; still you severely rebelled the prospect of jumping out of the plane with a parachute strapped tightly,
What about him who was perpetually blind; for whom the world meant nothing else; but simply an amalgamation of different voice?

Even though you had supremely robust hazel eyes; an uncanny ability to solve mind boggling enigmas in split seconds; still the prospect of swimming with the menacing alligators in the marshy swamps gave you horrendous nightmares every unveiling night,
What about him who was perpetually blind, didn’t have even the most infinitesimal idea as to what were twinkling stars; what was blistering Sunlight?

Even though you had opalescent rainbow complexioned eyes; the supreme agility in your legs to leap with astounding ease over boundless hurdles at a time, still you wept uncontrollably at the onset of choosing your favorite shirt amongst millions of fabric strewn around,
What about him who was perpetually blind; didn’t even know as to whether the cloth engulfing his chest; was a garishly striped shirt or a trouser with swanky shine?

Even though you had mesmerizing blue eyes; invincible strength encompassing your entire demeanor; still you dreaded a trifle at the mention of going to acrimonious war,
What about him who was perpetually blind; who couldn’t perceive one bit about the mammoth boulder of stinging needles; just at whisker lengths from his body?

Even though you had phlegmatically cherry red eyes; and exuberant spirit of adventure profusely embedded in your stream of crimson blood; still you flinched a little in your subconscious mind; while nose-diving your jet as straight as an arrow from the cocoon of heavenly clouds towards the periphery of hard ground,
What about him who was perpetually blind; couldn’t walk a step further without leaning on his red and white cane stick?

Even though you had splendidly shimmering eyes; an insatiable yearning towards oligarchic literature; still you thought multiple times before attempting to write a million pages of poetry a day,
What about him who was perpetually blind; who didn’t even know how the 'L' of language looked like; persevered all his life caressing vaguely intricate Braille?

Even though you had astoundingly emphatic eyes; an unbelievable ability to judiciously discern thoroughly embedded in your mind; still you stared uncannily into open space; pondering on how would you ever meet the girl of your divinely dreams,
What about him who was perpetually blind; who couldn’t even make out whether it was a man or a woman until it stringently spoke?

And even though you had two pairs of dynamically fiery eyes; a flamboyant swirl encapsulating your visage at every step you strolled; still you weren't 100% confident of facing life; ruminated for marathon hours as to what would besiege you after your death; would there be celestial paradise or ghastly hell,
What about him who was perpetually blind; who hadn't witnessed the most minuscule trace of glow since he took his first breath; for whom the solitary silent room in which he resided; was his only paradise; his only hell?


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»What difference does it make?

 

Tell me what difference does it make; whether I use my artistic left
hand to
write; or whether I voraciously emboss alphabets on barren paper with
the
bohemian fingers in my right? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is literature which handsomely
depicts the spell bindingly unassailable fragrance of bountifully
burgeoning
mankind…

Tell me what difference does it make; whether I devoutly kneel down on
the
majestic steps of the fantastically embellished church; or whether I
close
my impoverished eyes in ardent obeisance sitting inside the abysmally
forlorn gutter pipe? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is the image of profoundly
Omnipotent
benevolence; the grace of the insuperably inimitable Lord Almighty;
towering
high in every philanthropic thought of mine…

Tell me what difference does it make; whether I bathe in the most
bombastically fudged of glittering gold bathrooms; or whether I let
every
element of my emaciated skin rejuvenate under rustic droplets of rain
tumbling from fathomless sky? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is the essence of miraculous
freshness transcending over even the most infinitesimal of my
dreadfully
beleaguered senses; austerely cleansing my sordid body of derogatorily
deceased and perfidious shit….

Tell me what difference does it make; whether I tirelessly embrace
every
conceivable religion which humans coined; or whether I chose to forever
remain oblivious to any caste; creed or sect; forever remain nameless? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is the river of perennially
bonding
symbiotism; which Omnisciently cascaded through every cranny of my
molecular
heart and soul…

Tell me what difference does it make; whether I clad my feet in the
most
contemporarily designer footwear; or whether I left them threadbarely
barren; with my bucolically untrimmed nails grotesquely extruding out
? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is the path of unflinchingly
peerless
righteousness; that I perennially tread upon…

Tell me what difference does it make; whether I sung through the most
mellifluously majestic of microphones; or whether I uninhibitedly
unfurled
the discordantly raucous chords of my throat; into the sheath of the
simplistic atmosphere? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is the message of ubiquitously
symbiotic brotherhood; handsomely perpetuating every philanthropic
heart
alike…

Tell me what difference does it make; whether I used the most
powerfully
enviable of field glasses; or whether I let the whites and blacks of my
eyes
rampantly wander around? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is that the spirit of impeccably
untainted goodness; assimilated into every contruable cranny of my soul
and
harmonious body…

Tell me what difference does it make; whether I resided on the most
unprecedented precipice of the gigantically impregnable mountain; or
whether
I exhaled air every instant of my life infinite feet beneath the bed of
listlessly sedentary soil? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is the mist of redolently
humanitarian fantasy; embodying itself deeper and deeper into the
diminutively emaciated dormitories of my mind…

And tell me what difference does it make; whether I endlessly romanced
within the unfathomably luxurious walls of the Opulent castle; or
whether I
bonded with the most adorable companion of my life on the squalidly
bedraggled streets; deluged with nothing else but the penuriously
profane
begging bowl? ?
As long as the ramification of it all; is the sacrosanct thread of
Immortally blessing marriage; forever coalescing me with the wave of
united
existence; forever liberating me from the aisles of worthlessness; and
forever and ever and ever into the unconquerably untamed sanctuary nof
Omnipotent love….


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»What I do know

 

How deep is the ocean I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
extricate the oil trapped within; to make it more enjoyable for people
to
swim,

How colossal is the sky I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would stop
it being invaded by obnoxious missiles; making it a paradise for birds
to
fly,

How dense is the forest I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
prevent innocent trees from being chopped; making it more mesmerizing
for the
animals to live in,

How lanky is the mountain I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
terminate all mining activity on its slopes; making it more stupendous
for
sheep to philander on,

How vast is the desert I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
placate the thirst of every organism I encountered; to grant it
reprieve from
the agony of scorching heat,

How acrimonious is the heat of fire I do not know; but what I do know
is that
I would alleviate the same by pouring pails of chilled water; thereby
impeding
the surrounding environment from being torched,

How lethal is the sting of scorpion I do not know; but what I do know
is that
I would suck it from innocuous flesh; saving it wholesomely from jaws
of
savage death,

How resplendent are the colors of rainbow I do not know; but what I do
know is
that I would stop abhorrent gases from obscuring their ingratiating
view,

How dark is a blind mans life I do not know; but what I do know is I
would
offer him my shoulder to lean upon; comforting him in times of bizarre
distress,

How eloquent is the nightingale I do not know; but what I do know is
that I
would prevent obstreperous noises from circulating; making its voice
the solo
one in the still atmosphere,

How thick is blood I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
curtail
it from flowing profusely; tying across it the bandage of my
unadulterated
love,

How disastrous is the earthquake I do not know; but what I do know is
that I
would mitigate the suffering prevailing; by hoisting all infants lying
discarded without their mothers,

How piquant is white salt I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
procure it in its purest form from the sea; to distribute among who
cherish
its taste,

How scintillating is the pearl I do not know; but what I do know is
that I
would prevent it from being mutilated and marketed commercially all
around,

How black is darkness I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
not
let it linger for more than the night; snapping it completely with the
first
rays of transient dawn,

How frosty is milk I do not know; but what I do know is that I would
sequester
mother cow from abuse and trips to the abattoir(slaughter house) ,

How redolent is the rose I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
prevent it from being plucked indiscriminately from the blossoming
shrub,

How diabolical is the demon I do not know; but what I do know is that I
would
prevent him from disrupting the tranquility and benevolence of society,

How omniscient is the creator I do not know; but what I do know is that
I
would burn all fingers pointing against him; annihilate even the most
minuscule trace of blasphemy enveloping his sacrosanct persona,

And how long am I going to live I do not know; but what I do know is
that
would entirely dedicate every unveiling minute of my life; to my
mother; my
beloved and the god who endowed upon me the prowess to live and love…




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»What he actually considered man

 

For him man was not as disdainfully black as charcoal;
or as white as the impeccable crusts of ice-cream,
For him man was not as tall as the mountains; or as
weak as the diminutive ant,
For him man was not as rich as the royal king; or as
impoverished as the beggar shivering on the streets,
For him man was not as intellectual as the ingenious
scientist; or as dumb as the lunatic imprisoned within
the corridors of the mental asylum,
For him man was not as strong and tenacious as the
towering elephant; or as meek as the minuscule
mosquito,
For him man was not as robust as the rubicund apple;
or as fragile and rotten as the sprinkled garbage,
For him man was not as sacrosanct as the sagacious
saint; or as hideous as the diabolical devil,
For him man was not as fast as the contemporary
computer; or as lazy as the pig lying unwashed on the
slopes for weeks,
For him man was not as fat as the ostentatiously
inflated balloon; or as thin as the neglected strand
of the broomstick,
For him man was not as educated as the literary
scholar; or as illiterate as the clerk who used his
thumb and toe to sign the documents,
For him man was not as beautiful as the mesmerizing
fairy; or as satanic as the witch hovering around in
the haunted house,
For him man was not as successful as the dynamic
Business tycoon; or as maimed as the bleary eyed boy
polishing boots on the street,
For him man was not as sharp as the stupendously
sighted hawk; or as dark as the baby born perpetually
blind,
For him man was not as supernatural as the magician
executing astounding tricks; or as normal as the
student slogging overwhelmingly hard to pass his
examinations,
For him man was not as impeccable as golden honey; or
as appalling as the uncouth murderer wandering at will
in the open valley,
For him man was not as perfect and meticulous as the
invincible angel; or as prone as the inevitably erring
teenager,
For him man was not as brilliant as the flamboyant
body of the fiery Sun; or as morbid as the corpse
slithering on earth,
For him man was not as belligerent as the gleaming
knife; or as soggy as salubrious cherries nestling on
the cake,
For him man was not as mature and prudent as the owl;
or as imbecile as the new born infant,
For him man was not as fragrant as the incredulously
voluptuous rose; or as decaying as the dead fish lying
still on the shores,
For him man was not as bearded as the dense foliage of
the jungle; or as clean shaven as the ducks floating
on tepid pools of water,
And for the Creator man was not a 'Hindu', 'Muslim',
'Christian', 'Buddhist'; or one following 'Hinduism',
'Islam', 'Christianity', 'Buddhism'....etc..,
What he actually considered man was an entity which he
had evolved as a pair of flesh and bones on this
planet; a mouth to speak and two eyes to sight; who
had the ability to procreate millions of his kind; who
had the unflinching ability to keep his Universe
moving; and over and above all one who had the uncanny
ability to keep the paradise of his dreams always and
immortally alive…


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