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»The Midas touch

 

WHEN I WANT IT the most,
I feel the most deprived.


When I like it the most,
It just fades into oblivion.


When I feel it the most,
It stabs me like thousand burnt needles.


When I dig deep for treasure,
It buries itself to unsurpassable heights.


When I stare into space,
It shoots missiles of polluted dust.


When I eat scarlet apple pies,
They turn into pieces of hard stone.


When I drive my dream Mitsubishi,
The twin rubber brakes snap into two.


When I sit on a racehorse,
It kicks like a donkey kissed with cigarette but.


When I plunge into still water,
An outburst of icy waves drown me down.


When I climb seemingly harmless barbed wire,
It spits electric sparks of bare current.


When I flex my voice for impression,
It blurts out discordant notes of music.

When I sip volumes of frosty milk,
It turns to fermented yellow sour cream.


When I run with the wind,
Showers of rain and chill, come pouring down.


When I kneel down on the satiny mattress,
Fluffs of cotton leak out in frenzy.


When I hand glide into deep valleys,
A barricade of sharp rock, causes me to nose dive.


When I sail in a luxury liner,
Water floods into cabin compartments.


When I try gesticulating for help,
My hands get trapped with spasmodic paralysis.


And when finally I feel like sobbing hysterically,
Arrays of tear ducts get blocked.


That’s what I call folks,
The one and only my kind of Midas Touch…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The Million dollar kiss

 

WHEN SHE SAW me; she made me feel that I was the most handsome man on this earth,
I felt as if God had cast his omnipotent eyes on me; granting my persona an impeccable status to survive.


When she talked to me; she made me feel that I was tangible and existing,
I felt as if God had whispered mystically in my dreams; making me imbibe the essence of life.


When she smiled at me; she made me feel that I was someone extra special,
I felt as if God had granted me reprieve from my plethora of sins; inundated my soul with loads of happiness.


When she ran her fingers through my hair; she made me feel that I was a messenger of love,
I felt as if God had blessed me with his sacrosanct palms; impregnated in my visage the tenacity to live and let live.


When she held my hands; she made me feel that I had a fortress to lean upon,
I felt as if God had endowed me with unsurpassable resilience; his shadow to seek solace in my times of bizarre distress.


When she fed me with ravishing food; she made me feel that I was never hungry,
I felt as if God had perpetually filled my stomach; stuffed it with the most sumptuous meal available in this world.


When she tickled me frivolously in my ribs; she made me feel the stupendous exultation of existence,
I felt as if God had returned me back my innocuous childhood; placed upon an immortal bed of dreams.


When she put me to sleep; she made me feel that I was blissfully breathing,
I felt as if God had exorbitantly rewarded me for my day; showering upon my dreary eyes the virtue of eternal rest.


And when she kissed me; she made me feel that I had infinite reasons to live,
I felt as if God had given me the greatest treasure of my life; made me the richest person in past and pragmatic present; to be alive.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved
 
»The Moon I possessed

 

The moon in the sky was obliterated by a cluster of ashen Grey clouds,
While the moon standing before me; was as immaculate as freshly extracted milk.

The moon in the sky possessed disdainful blotches of dispersed powder,
While the moon standing abreast my heart; was bereft of even a solitary spot
of dirt on its body.

The moon in the sky was often invaded by a fleet of alien spaceships,
While the moon I held in close proximity; was obsessively mine.

The moon in the sky bestowed its tenacious radiance only in nocturnal hours
of the night,
While the moon caressing my lips; shone brilliantly all sweltering day; as well
as in perpetual dark.

The moon in the sky was often overshadowed by flaming rays of the sun,
While the moon lying down on my toes; stood prominently as the lone survivor
amidst infinite contestants of beauty.

The moon in the sky offered partial relief from the monotonous heat prevailing
in the air,
While the moon smiling parallel to my eyes; pacified all turbulence that arose
in my body.

The moon in the sky changed its shape with the unleashing hour,
While the moon whispering in my intricate ear; harbored the same
silhouette for marathon numbers of years.

The moon in the sky remained impassive as an obdurate stone; even when I
cried,
While the moon nestling beside me in the languid grass; wiped my tears with
sumptuous empathy.

The moon in the sky segregated its love; amongst millions of people residing
on the globe,
While the moon dwelling with me in my house; loved me as much as it feared to
abruptly die.

The moon in the sky didn’t breathe a fraction of air,
While the moon staring at me in due adulation for countless hours; breathed
heavily down my neck.

And did you; know that the moon in the sky was as intangible as the
withered leaf;
While the moon I possessed in entirety in my perception; was living; being the most beautiful girl on this earth.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The mosque of my Creator

 

I saw it everyday from my window; profoundly admiring
its magnificent spires towering supremely high towards
the sky,

I stared at it unrelentingly for marathon hours;
meticulously absorbing its stupendous grandeur; the
shimmering steps that led to the shrine,

I dreamt about it all throughout the night;
fantasizing incessantly about blending my life with
the omnipotent aura it generated,

I indefatigably counted the number of devotees
entering its sacrosanct chambers; prayed to the
creator to satisfy all that they had ever wanted,

I clasped both my hands in meek submission; knelt down
on my toes to wholesomely drown in the sounds of
melodiously jingling b bells,

I snapped countless photographs of it with my
contemporary camera; capturing its alluring charm in
poignantly brilliant sunlight; as well as under placid
rays of the Silver moon,

I kissed its floor passionately; stood for fathomless
days on the trot in front of its Divine idol; lost in
the eternal ramifications which continuously radiated,

I spoke about it to every stranger I encountered;
trying to spread its immortal magic in as many
individuals who were thoroughly oblivious to its
enchanting spirit,

I tried to perceive it in the most wonderful form that
was ever conceivable; epitomizing its marvelous beauty
to the pinnacle of my incomprehensible imagination,

I cleaned its ambience umpteenth number of times in a
day with austere antiseptic; ensuring that the even
the last particle of obnoxious dust was completely
annihilated from its very roots,

I studied tirelessly in its incredulously cool
interiors; letting the waves from the sagacious
deities overwhelmingly illuminate and cleanse my mind,

I benevolently donated large sums of money; provided
all that I could to appease the diabolical hunger of
the tyrannized urchins aimlessly sobbing around its
periphery,

I perspired like a bull in front of its gate; amicably
welcoming all who wanted to pay homage to the Gods,

I sprinkled perfumed water on the idols every dawn;
embellished each statue embedded inside with a
resplendently fragrant festoon of lotus flowers,

I embossed infinite lines of enigmatic poetry every
unleashing minute; in my modest attempt to portray its
Omniscient essence all throughout the colossal globe,

I tied a bunch of pious threads on my fist;
disseminated the same along with sacred vials
containing ash to scores of followers thronging its
territories every hour,

I intractably refrained to erase it from my memory;
even when I left its premises embarking on a voyage
for transient instants of time,

I didn’t spend even a single second in the day without
cognizing its spell binding beauty; inexorably
stimulating every iota of my brain to serve the
Almighty in the best possible way,

And yet when I got up from my sleep in the sunny
morning; the very first thing that I did even before
splashing water on my face; was to add a pinch of its
holy dust to my eyes; visit the most adorable and
revered “MOSQUE OF MY ALLAH, THE MOSQUE OF MY
CREATOR”…


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

 

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single jewel in
this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider
myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
incessantly led me through a trail of unrelenting
fantasy and insurmountable yearning; making me blossom
into profoundly enamoring newness with the profuse
captivation in her enamoring lips…

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single moment of
happiness in this entire lifetime of mine; I would
still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
compassionately stared at me till times beyond
conceivable eternity…..

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single cloth in
this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider
myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
cast her invincible magic through each element of my
impoverished blood and diminishing senses….

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single roof to
survive in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still
consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
enigmatically teased me into a land more majestic than
bountifully resplendent paradise….


Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single space to
enjoy in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still
consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
titillated me indefatigably; to ebulliently arouse me
out of my ghastly corpse; every time I tried to sleep;
in the heart of pernicious midnight….

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single talent in
this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider
myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
pacified all my murderously hedonistic apprehensions;
with the ingratiating melody in her voice…

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single fantasy in
this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider
myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
instilled the virtue of uninhibited sharing and
brotherhood; in each ingredient of my severely decayed
blood….

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single adventure
in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still
consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
made me perceive the most voluptuously ravishing
sights on this fathomless planet; with the impeccable
softness embedded in her marvelous eyes….

And even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single droplet
of water; a single morsel of food in this entire
lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the
most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love
incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she
danced like a celestial fairy to grant me a countless
more lives; enshrouding my diminutively bedraggled
existence with the Omnipotent light of humanity; a
mellow greater than the handsomely divine….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The most embarassing moment

 

The most embarrassing moment for a barber was when he inadvertently
annihilated all traces of the bushy moustache; alongwith scrupulously
trimming
scalp hair,

The most embarrassing moment for a pilot was when he dozed off for
split
seconds; only to witness his spacecraft nose-diving towards gruesome
blackness,

The most embarrassing moment for a doctor was when he unwittingly
dispensed
the wrong medicine; treated the patient for a running nose; although he
was
suffering from stomach infection,

The most embarrassing moment for a teacher was when she was caught red
handed;
for giving full marks to a student who had jotted a romantic picture
story
instead of solving mind boggling sums of arithmetic,

The most embarrassing moment for a businessman was when he signed a
blank
check; presuming it to contain a parsimonious amount of money,

The most embarrassing moment for a tailor was when he stitched cloth
upside
down; evolved a night pant out of the fabric which was supposedly meant
for an
office shirt,

The most embarrassing moment for an acrobat was when he toppled head on
from
the slender string; collapsed on the obdurate ground like a school kid
having
just started to learn rope walking,

The most embarrassing moment for a tea taster was when he certified
inebriating whisky as royal tea; having a mesmerizing aroma and a
delectably
crackling flavor,

The most embarrassing moment for a baby sitter was when she dropped the
infant
on the ground; envisaging it to be a piece of chocolate wrapped in soft
candy
paper,

The most embarrassing moment for a jeweler was when he added
scintillating
pearls to his tea; perceiving them to be crystals of sweet sugar,

The most embarrassing moment for an electrician was when he insipidly
handed
live current wires in the hands of his customer; instead of giving them
the
compactly molded switch,

The most embarrassing moment for a zookeeper was when he opened the
cage of
the ferocious lion; expecting innocuous birds to fly out in tandem,

The most embarrassing moment for a model was when she traversed on the
ramp;
with disdainful blotches of sewage adhering stringently to her face,

The most embarrassing moment for a artist was when he painted the sun
effeminate blue and the landscape blood red; lost in passionate fantasy
while
incoherently swishing his brush,
The most embarrassing moment for a singer was when she sang in a tune
befitting a crow; the aftermath of a sore throat; drawing squeals of
condemnation from the packed audience,

The most embarrassing moment for a car rallyist; was when his vehicle
intractably refrained to budge an inch further; no matter how hard he
tried to
compress the accelerator at the start of race,

The most embarrassing moment for a cobbler was when he stitched the
lace
alongwith the threadbare holes in the shoe; profoundly engrossed in
viewing
the swanky cars passing by,

The most embarrassing moment for a photographer was when he snapped the
clergymen encircling the ministers; instead of capturing the
domineering
demeanor of the president,

The most embarrassing moment for a writer was when the ink in his pen
exhausted; as he started to emboss the very first page of his book,

And the most embarrassing moment for a person in love was when an alien
girl
pecked him frantically on his cheek; boldly embraced him in front of
his
cherished and angry beloved…




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The most fervent slave

 

Tantalizing were her beautiful eyelashes; as I danced
in the aisles of insatiable ecstasy; to even the most
infinitesimal of her mischievously spell binding
flutter,

Tantalizing were her compassionate lips; as I
catapulted to the scintillating walls of ravishingly
supernatural heaven; to even the most diminutive of
her magnetic pursing,

Tantalizing were her silken ears; as I poignantly
reminisced all those sacrosanct moments of my
philandering childhood; to even the most inconspicuous
of her sensuous swishing,

Tantalizing were her iridescent cheeks; as I
fructified into an unfathomable island of panoramic
color and charm; to even the most fugitive of her
blissful blushing,

Tantalizing were her exhilarating legs; as I
exuberantly galloped forward in the wholesomely
profound fervor of life; to even the most evanescent
of her nimble stride,

Tantalizing were her charismatic palms; as I
replenished each of my disastrously dwindling senses
to the ointment of philanthropic humanity; to even the
most ethereal of her magnanimous claps,

Tantalizing was her resplendent belly; as I profusely
engulfed myself into an unsurpassable township of
gorgeous sensuousness; to even the most fleeting of
her ecstatic thrusts,

Tantalizing were her ravenous hair; as I discovered
the priceless rudiments of my impoverished existence;
to even the most minuscule of her volatile
vivaciousness,

Tantalizing was her everlasting righteousness; as I
jubilantly escalated to the epitome of irrefutably
unconquerable companionship; to even the most tiniest
of her sagacious footsteps,

Tantalizing were her enchanting eyebrows; as I
triumphantly transcended past the boundaries of exotic
mysticism; to even the most non-existent of her
innocuous twitches,

Tantalizing was her fascinating brain; as I
Omnipotently lit the lanterns of seductive desire in
my eyes; to even the most mercurial of her glorious
fantasy,

Tantalizing were her melodious fingers; as I imbibed
the vividly enamoring sweetness of this fathomless
planet; to even the most parsimonious of her celestial
strokes,

Tantalizing was her harmonious throat; as I
ingratiatingly experienced the Omniscient charisma of
existence; to even the most capricious of her
gregarious sounds,

Tantalizing was her scintillating sweat; as I
enthrallingly blended with the true essence of
timeless perseverance; to even the most invisible
diffusing of her unbelievably unending ardor,

Tantalizing were her reinvigorating smiles; as I
boundlessly assimilated all poignant jubilation on
this tireless planet; to even the most intricate
unfurling of her heavenly lips,

Tantalizing was her unassailable conscience; as I
learnt to unflinchingly confront every acrimonious
element of survival; to even the most intangible aura
of her celestial existence,

Tantalizing was her unshakable breath; as I fulminated
into a fireball of resilience to lead a countless more
lifetimes; to even the most ephemeral of her
victorious exhalations,

Tantalizing was her undefeatable humanity; as I
relinquished all spurious caste; creed and tribe to
perennially coalesce with the religion of mankind; to
even the most transient of her Godly impressions,

But Immortal was her ubiquitous heart; as I madly
fell in eternally limitless love; became the most
fervent slave of her Omniscient aura; to even the most
momentary of her passionately proliferating beats….






(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The most immortal of them all

 

The Sun might be flamboyant; sizzling dilapidated
portions of the earth with its festoon of
grandiloquently blistering rays; but you are the most
flamboyant of them all,

The flower might be fragrant; diffusing its
stupendously exotic redolence to thoroughly dwindling
souls; but you are the most fragrant of them all,

The stars might be fabulously resplendent; shimmering
their pearly rays in the ocean of perpetual darkness;
but you are the most resplendent of them all,

The thunderbolts of white lightening might be
vivacious; impregnating infernos of insatiable desire
into lifeless souls; but you are the most vivacious of
them all,

The crimson clouds in the boundless cosmos might be
mystical; as one sighted them nostalgically
reminiscing times of immaculate birth; but you are the
most mystical of them all,

The protuberant crested sparrow might be boisterous;
frolicking in the aisles of uninhibited rhapsody; but
you are the most boisterous of them all,

The sheets of impeccably glistening ice might be
seductive; melting into a melodious stream of
voluptuous water; but you are the most seductive of
them all,

The mountain of unsurpassable salt embodied in the
undulating waves might be tangy; disseminating into a
fountain of exuberant froth as it bounced on the
shores; but you are the most tangy of them all,
The summit of the hill might be incredulously
fascinating; overlooking into a fathomless myriad of
breathtaking scenery; but you are the most fascinating
of them all,

The fortress of pure stone might be invincible;
withstanding the most acrimonious of onslaughts with
astounding solidarity; but you are the most invincible
of them all,

The royally oligarchic castle might be unfathomably
majestic; with its walls radiating a profusely
captivating sheen under milky moonlight; but you are
the most majestic of them all,

The shadow might be enigmatically enchanting;
incarcerating even the most morose in its inexplicably
tingling swirl; but you are the most enigmatic of them
all,

The sprawling meadows of verdant grass might be
romantic; surreptitiously fostering two lovers away
from the monotonous world; but you are the most
romantic of them all,

The webs of golden honey trickling from the beehive
might be profoundly sweet; marvelously pacifying the
most scorchingly traumatized throats; but you are the
most sweetest of them all,

The dream might be fantastically innovative; supremely
rejuvenating the horrendously dreary nerves of the
exhausted brain; but you are the most innovative of
them all,

The child might be innocent; with his overwhelmingly
mischievous smile imprisoning the hearts of even the
most diabolically dictatorial; but you are the most
innocent of them all,

The dog might be incomprehensibly faithful to his
master; incessantly following him wherever he went
irrespective of his mind-boggling poverty; but you are
the most faithful of them all,

The breath might be insurmountably Omnipotent;
instilling traces of indispensably volatile life in
every organism tangible and alive; but you are the
most Omnipotent of them all,

The Mother might be sacrosanct; bearing me 9 months in
her celestial womb so that I could be what I was
today; but you are the most sacrosanct of them all,
And the heart might be immortal; refraining to cease
its fulminating battalion of beats even centuries
after its death; but let me tell you O! beloved; that
you were the most immortal of them all…….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The most priceless thing

 

The most priceless thing that my mother could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was her unconditional support and compassion; even in my times of
acrimoniously devastating survival,

The most priceless thing that my sister could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was a kaleidoscope of astoundingly intriguing mischief; making me
perennially feel that I was that; unscrupulous child once again,

The most priceless thing that my father could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was an unrelenting dynamism to propel forward come what may; blaze more
ferociously than the midday Sun; even in the heart of the perniciously
insidious midnight,

The most priceless thing that my grandmother could ever have bequeathed
upon
me; was a fabulously ingratiating tale of my sparklingly revered
ancestors;
an unparalleled urge in me to trace back my aboriginal rudiments; till
the
last breath I that I inhaled,

The most priceless thing that my neighbors could ever have bequeathed
upon
me; was an ecstatic spirit of never-dying unity; coalescing every
benevolent
step of theirs with my; unflinchingly revolution towards righteousness,

The most priceless thing that my friends could ever have bequeathed
upon me;
was an unprecedented ardor to gyrate in mesmerizing boisterousness;
shrug
all tensions of the monotonously sweltering day; to wholeheartedly
romance
with the winds of the ravishing night,

The most priceless thing that my children could ever have bequeathed
upon
me; was profound whirlpools of immaculate newness; that led me to
intransigently grope for fascinating enchantment; on every mesmerizing
path
that I tread,

The most priceless thing that my shadow could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was a cloud of voluptuously titillating excitement; enveloping me in a
whirlwind of seductively princely imagination; for decades
unfathomable,

The most priceless thing that my echo could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was a bountifully ringing ebullience; an unassailable magnet of
mysticism
that profusely entrenched each of my drearily bedraggled nerves,

The most priceless thing that my pet could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was
an irrevocably sacerdotal feeling of timeless faith; a fortress of
impregnable solidarity to believe forever; in all philanthropic living
kind,

The most priceless thing that my dwelling could ever have bequeathed
upon
me; was enchantingly blissful support in my times of disastrously
stagnating
isolation; a synergistically placating vivaciousness; that kept me
bereft of
all debilitation and murderous disease,

The most priceless thing that my pen could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was
ubiquitously enthralling words of candid humanity; an astoundingly
amiable
fountain of gregarious relationships; which grew even more formidable
in
times of dooming distress,

The most priceless thing that my eyes could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was the marvelous artistry on the canvas of the fathomless Universe;
the
gloriously Aristocratic beauty hidden in each tranquil particle; of the
handsome atmosphere,

The most priceless thing that my ancestors could ever have bequeathed
upon
me; was such miraculously Omnipotent parents; whose fragrance of
stupendously enlightening existence; is what I will always cherish in
every
diminutive birth of mine,

The most priceless thing that my God could ever have bequeathed upon
me; was
an incessant river of boundless creativity; an unsurpassable energy to
magically conceive; beyond the intriguingly extraordinary,

The most priceless thing that my conscience could ever have bequeathed
upon
me; was the immutably unconquerable sword of divine truth; wholesomely
extinguishing the very rudiments; of the chapter called lecherous lies,

The most priceless thing that my breath could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was a tireless ardor to holistically survive; sensuously fantasize
beyond
the realms of tantalizing paradise; as each puff of ravishing air
entered
into my famished nostrils,

The most priceless thing that my heart could ever have bequeathed upon
me;
was a thunderous obsession to chase the innermost voices lingering in
my
soul; indefatigably resonate in the beats of a majestically melodious
existence,

And the most priceless thing that my beloved could ever have bequeathed
upon me; was an unending ocean of immortal love; relentlessly teaching
me to
affably share and desire; relentlessly teaching me to be always helping
humanity; and enthusiastically alive….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The most treasured thing for my heart

 

The most treasured thing for an ocean; was its
unending flurry of swirling waves,

The most treasured thing for a bird soaring
astronomically high in blue sky; was her clusters of
eggs handsomely stacked in the nest,

The most treasured thing for the ominous network of
black clouds; was its king sized droplets of
revitalizing rain,

The most treasured thing for the majestic lioness; was
her tiny and mischievous little cub sleeping
innocently in the den,

The most treasured thing for the eyeball; was its
glistening coat of moisture; shimmering splendidly
under the blazing Sun,

The most treasured thing for a cup of sizzling coffee;
was its tantalizing and rejuvenating aroma,

The most treasured thing for a scorpion jumping in
spurts through the bushes; was its hostile and deadly
pugnacious sting,

The most treasured thing for a conventionally
embellished telephonic contraption; was its loud and
melodious series of rings,

The most treasured thing for a fat biscuit of gold;
was its perpetual glow that emanated even in the most
dullest of light,

The most treasured thing for the lips; was the kiss
received from the person they solely loved and
revered,

The most treasured thing for a sheet of bonded paper;
was the sensitive lining of words that imparted
paramount importance to its otherwise vacant persona,

The most treasured thing for a blanket of stars
studded in the plain cosmos; was its resplendent
shimmer that cast a spell on anyone beneath it,

The most treasured thing for a cacophonic bee buzzing
rampantly around in free air; was its serrated hives
replete and oozing with stupendously golden wells of
honey,

The most treasured thing for a destitute freezing to
the point of extinction in the disastrous cold of
winter; was the photo of his God held intimate and
close to his heart; with a wistful glimmer of hope
lingering profoundly in his famished eyes,

The most treasured thing for the bespectacled teacher;
was her colossal reservoir of knowledge which she
judiciously disseminated amongst a varied array of
students,

The most treasured thing for the hollow armpits; was a
passionate stream of silver sweat which flowed all
around the clock,

The most treasured thing for the tongue; was its
eloquent speech; the infinite bundles of currency it
was able to generate; by adeptly captivating the
opposite party,

The most treasured thing for the mother; was her baby
bouncing flirtatiously in her compassionately and
invincible arms,

The most treasured thing for Almighty God; was all his
disciples; each of the tangible and intangible form
that he had evolved to live on this earth,

And the most treasured thing for my heart; was her
love; drowning myself wholesomely into the enchantment
of her eyes; blending each beat of mine with hers for
infinite more births to unveil…






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