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»The Punch

 

When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to the brim with bountiful food grain,
There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which some settled in my nose; partially obscuring my vision.

When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff; infinite molecules of gas escaped in fury,
There was an obstreperous sound produced; which almost ripped apart intricate arenas of my eardrum.

When I punched the colossal sized melon with my fists; the shell broke open into incommensurate halves,
A myriad of fleshy splinters flew everywhere in the air; and the slimy juice languidly cascaded down my immaculate face.

When I punched the solid baked brick; exerting tumultuous pressure against its navel,
Shards of disdainful concrete entered my crystalline eye; alongwith a series of fracture that enveloped my knuckle.

When I punched the heavyweight champion in the solar plexus; there was a conglomerate of fetid sweat droplets that stung me with alacrity,
His esteem got thoroughly provoked and he pulverized me to dust displaying his overpowering brawn.

When I punched biscuits of pure gold; glittering impeccably in the enchanting moonshine,
My fingers acquired faint tinges of yellow; and I profoundly regretted the wastage that I had produced.

When I punched the venomous reptile that hung from the tree; trying to frivolously fondle with its skin,
The monster bared its fangs in vindication; hissing vociferously and eventually inserting its deadly poison in my flesh.

When I punched the assembly of scintillating mirror; it diffused into a myriad of minuscule fragments,
My reflection now appeared comically distorted; and droplets of crimson blood oozed from my palms as an aftermath.

When I punched the power horn in the truck; applying unrelenting pressure from my wrists,
There was a deafening noise that was produced; instantly overpowering the natural ethos prevailing in the atmosphere.

And finally when I punched my heart; using the full power of my hands,
There echoed only once voice; there seemed only once face; and there seemed only one god; and all of them were my mesmerizing beloved.
 
»The rain and my newborn baby daughter

 

The rain was uninhibitedly untamed; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
kicking left; right and center; in her diminutively blessed cradle,

The rain was Omnipotently pristine; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
mischievously tossing in unadulterated joy on the tufts of majestic
green
grass galore,

The rain was magically mitigating; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
miraculously ameliorating me of my most horrific despair; with her
innocuously fluttering eyelashes,

The rain was eternally liberating; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
naughtily smiling amidst her spectrum of teddy bears; as if there was
not
even the most infinitesimal trace of tension on this fathomless
Universe,

The rain was perennially fructifying; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
perpetually proliferating into unparalleled festoons of happiness;
every
unfurling minute of inscrutable existence,

The rain was unbelievably colorful; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
unfurling into the infinite shades of mystically emollient life; every
time
she alighted her pristinely nimble foot,

The rain was timelessly life-yielding; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
perpetuating a paradise of unsurpassably undefeated newness; in every
direction that she cast her immaculately dancing sight,

The rain was pricelessly inimitable; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
unconquerably enamoring even the most farthest quarter of heaven; with
the
twinkle in her rhapsodically infallible eyes,

The rain was the ultimate gift of the heavens; and so was my new born
baby
daughter; whose cries of stupendously charismatic freshness; spawned a
civilization of boundless beauty; till times beyond infinite infinity,

The rain was the most virile cistern of optimism; and so was my new
born
baby daughter; unprecedentedly subliming even the most cadaverously
deadened
corpses; with her unflinchingly raw energy to exist,

The rain was brilliantly unfettered; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
expressing the innermost feeling of her heart till the ultimate
pinnacle of
the sky; whilst the salaciously manipulative planet moaned and
miserably
groaned outside,

The rain was Omnisciently blessing; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
altruistically wishing the greatest of success even for the most
treacherously ribald of her foes; wholesomely oblivious to the
sanctimonious
varsities of this corrupted planet,

The rain was unassailably fragrant; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
metamorphosing even the most capricious iota of evil into a sky of
unshakably peerless truth; with the divine righteousness in her tiny
soul,

The rain was eclectically artistic; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
weaving a cosmos of unparalleled beauty; with the egalitarian
compassion in
her eyes for every caste; creed; race; color and tribe,

The rain was timelessly victorious; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
forever winning the hearts of every conceivable entity on this
unceasing
planet; with her impregnably selfless love for all living kind,
The rain was ubiquitously a superstar; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
transcending every boundary of worthless discrimination; to tirelessly
exult
in the profoundly unstoppable glory of panoramic creation,

The rain was fearlessly intrepid; and so was my new born baby daughter;
poignantly exploring every exhilarating path of life; interminably
following
nothing else but the inner most voices of her benign heart,

The rain was universally amiable; and so was my new born baby daughter;
compassionately coalescing with any entity around her venerated visage;
who
gave her a gregarious smile,

And the rain was insuperably Immortal; and so was my new born baby
daughter;
disseminating only the beats of love; love and Immortally princely
love;
every time her godly heart throbbed in her tiny chest…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The power of my mothers milk

 

I might have consumed just an infinitesimal pint of
it when I was an impeccably oblivious infant; hardly
acclimatizing my taste buds with its eternal
fragrance,

I might have consumed just a diminutive fraction of
it when I was an innocuously inarticulate infant;
hardly allowing it to blend with my freshly formed
streams of crimson blood,

I might have consumed just a mercurial sip of it when
I was a pristinely princely infant; hardly allowing
its Omnipotently heavenly goodness to settle in the
corners of my discovering mouth,

I might have consumed just a parsimonious rivulet of
it when I was an incongruously disheveled infant;
hardly letting its miraculously insuperable
iridescence pacify my remorsefully traumatized thirst,

I might have consumed just an evanescent pinch of it
when I was an incoherently unruly infant; hardly
absorbing its everlastingly mesmerizing goodness in
the corners of my miserably asphyxiating throat,

I might have consumed just an ethereal speck of it
when I was an inconspicuously measly infant; hardly
feasting on its impregnably heavenly aura; to my tiny
heart’s content, ’

I might have consumed just a fleeting bead of it when
I was a fretfully wailing infant; hardly savoring its
astronomical majesty with my crusts of minutely formed
fresh teeth,

I might have consumed just a fugitive stream of it
when I was a incessantly screeching infant; hardly
realizing the spirit of Omnipresently egalitarian
humanity; handsomely embedded in it,

I might have consumed just a disappearing mist of it
when I was an incoherently feckless infant; hardly
aware of its invincibly healing touch; as I all I did
was sleep all day and moonless night,

I might have consumed just an insipid globule of it
when I was an indefatigably crying infant; hardly
gulping it even a trifle of it properly down my
teeny-weeny throat,

I might have consumed just a transient molehill of it
when I was an ungainly staring infant; hardly bothered
about its unconquerable nutritional value; as all that
mattered to me was my toy cradle; toys and sleep,

I might have consumed just an ephemeral amount of it
when I was an illiterately uncivilized infant; hardly
envisaging the perennial armor of unflinching
tenaciousness that it would enshroud me with; once it
coalesced perfectly with my blood,

I might have consumed just a non-existent pinch of it
when I was a ludicrously squealing infant; hardly
comprehending the Omnipotent compassion behind its
dribbling towards my toddler lips,

I might have consumed just an invisible follicle of it
when I was a preposterously unsuspecting infant;
hardly placating the disastrously emaciated bowels of
my tiny stomach with its gloriously godly flavor,

I might have consumed just a minuscule shadow of it
when I was a discordantly groaning infant; hardly
allowing its Omnipresent charisma to percolate through
my severely teething gums,

I might have consumed just a trailing gulp of it when
I was a frantically searching infant; hardly feeling
its regally marvelous goodness; enriching every pore
of my newborn slimly skin,

I might have consumed just a vanishing potion of it
when I was a haughtily pampered infant; hardly
imbibing its timelessly blossoming resplendence; as I
uncontrollably kicked every conceivable object in
vicinity; with my miniature feet,

I might have consumed just a passing cascade of it
when I was a quietly snoring infant; hardly having the
sense to appreciate its magically formidable and
euphorically endless tenacity,





O! Yes, I might have consumed just a fleeting fraction
of it when I was an incoherently trembling infant;
hardly feeling it as it timelessly blessed every
aspect of my existence; for infinite births more of
mine,


But just that diminutive droplet of it; just that
unnoticeable speck of it which I had unknowingly
consumed; was enough for me to metamorphose the
complexion of this estranged earth once again into a
paradise; was enough for me to tower like the inferno
of inimitably blazing truth for times immemorial; was
enough for me to altruistically live and let live for
a countless more heavenly lifetimes,

Such pricelessly immortal was the indomitable power of
my; ETERNAL MOTHER’S MILK….



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The power of Omnipotent mud

 

You might ferociously abuse it for being monotonously
threadbare; disdainfully infiltrating the whites of
your eye; with the truculently blowing winds,

You might indignantly kick at it in your times of
inexplicable frustration; at times profusely wounding
it with the uncouthly cold-blooded tip; of your
spurious shoes,

You might heinously spit on its shades of
compassionate brown; barbarically trampling it left
right and center; to insanely diffuse the abominable
tensions circumventing your brain,

You might place its value as capriciously invidious
specks of grit and stone; hardly ever casting even the
most fugitive of glance towards its poignantly amiable
periphery,

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;
color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last
breath; such was the power of unassailably Omnipotent
and bountiful mud…..


1….

You might ominously abhor the fact that it lay abreast
your dwelling; proving a remorsefully indigent
mismatch to your pillars and porch of stupendously
embellished gold,

You might acridly puke out your food in utterly
shocking disbelief; on the pretentiously worthless
pretext of it harboring ungainly dust,

You might treacherously stab it with unrelentingly
salacious strokes of your gleaming knife; frantically
searching for surreptitious canopies of pricelessly
glittering gold,

You might propagate it as being lugubriously
meaningless; fretfully stagnating in dustbins of
forlorn isolation for centuries unprecedented,

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;
color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last
breath; such was the power of immortally Omniscient
and spell binding mud….

3….

You might ruthlessly mold it into fathomless sizes and
shapes; just to flex the muscles of your irascibly
blood soaked palms,

You might relentlessly castigate it for its despicably
impoverished demeanor; drive your cars like an untamed
prince over its innocuously wailing contours,

You might sleazily sell it to the most derogatorily
manipulative strangers; inundate your pockets with
scintillating silver; while bulldozers tyrannically
razed it to construct edifices that sailed haughtily
towards blue sky,

You might lackadaisically dump all your decaying feces
from your abode into its silken carpet; laughing every
side of your body out; as you triumphantly feasted
upon its victimized integrity,

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;
color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last
breath; such was the power of pricelessly divine and
everlasting mud….


3….

You might tirelessly ostracize its sordidly ungainly
complexion; for horrendously tainting the outlines of
your spotlessly bombastic and bohemian feet,

You might christen it as dreadfully morose and
perniciously ghoulish; as it fostered your
pathetically wavering shadow even in the most
brilliantly sparkling Sun,

You might at times construe it as your worst enemy; as
its unwitting undulations made you disastrously
stumble and kiss a world of despondently diminutive
dirt,

You might call it blasphemously adulterated; as
organisms of all shapes and fraternities; perpetually
embraced its rudimentarily scented skin,

But remember; irrespective of your caste; creed;
color; blood or race; you all will inevitably blend
with its sacrosanct belly after abnegating your last
breath; such was the power of impregnably Omnipresent
and humanitarian mud….


©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»The rainbow of love

 

It was as ravishing; as the black bear trampling
indiscreetly through the
dense foliage of the jungle,
Humming incoherent tunes in a poignantly husky; while
in its quest for
concealed prey.

It was as scintillating; as the crystal blue patches
of the pellucid sky,
Which basked in overwhelming joy; when caressed by
stringent rays of the
magnificent sun.

It was as fertile; as the lush green tendrils of
spongy grass,
Which spread like wild fire in pelting showers of
rain; danced vibrantly to
tunes of music and air.

It was as voluptuous; as the ornately embellished pink
petals of lotus,
Blossoming perennially when their counterparts died;
impregnating venomous
beetles in their womb.

It was as opulent; as the yellow biscuits of pure
gold,
Which retained their color even at unfathomable depths
beneath soil; could
purchase all the tangible existing on earth.

It was as immaculate; as white pearls incarcerated in
oyster shells,
Embedded since centuries immemorial in the sea; having
the mystical prowess of
producing a sparkle in the eye.

It was as invincible; as the colossal grey silhouette
of the tropical
elephant,
Decimating strong trees with its mighty trunk;
pulverizing small bush and ant
with its iron feet.

It was as boisterous; as the flaming red sun in the
firmament of gargantuan
sky,
Fumigating disease on earth with its acerbic rays;
imparting reprieve from
darkness to those in tribulation..

It was as flexible; as the euphoric wings of violet
butterfly,
Perching handsomely on solitary corners in the night;
flying as nimbly as an
aircraft all day.

It had incorporated in itself; minuscule tinges of all
existing color,
And It didn’t fade a bit with the unveiling of time;
instead fortified to
mammoth proportions as life progressed,
O! yes, the rainbow of love was the most mesmerizing
thing to blend with; till
the time we blissfully lived.



(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The rhythm of the Creator divine

 

If you truly consider life to be an extraordinarily
tangy ocean of profound mysticism; feasting in its
panoramically bounteous essence for times immemorial,
Then for you to condemn veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the insuperable Lord Almighty;
infact the most derogatorily appalling sin…

If you truly consider life to be an iridescent bed of
roses; spawning into an entrenchment of stupendously
enthralling newness every unfurling minute of the day,
Then for you to castigate veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the perpetual Lord Almighty; infact
the most ignominiously gruesome sin…

If you truly consider life to be a vivaciously
versatile artist; majestically paving each of your way
to drift you towards the clouds of insatiably untamed
prosperity,
Then you for you to lambaste veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the Omniscient Lord Almighty;
infact the most insidiously decrepit sin….

If you truly consider life to be a marvelously magical
civilization of happiness; ebulliently metamorphosing
your every unfinished dream into an unconquerably
eternal reality,
Then for you to crucify veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the ever-pervading Lord Almighty;
infact the most unimaginably dastardly sin….

If you truly consider life to be an unending festoon
of glorious enchantment; enlightening every ingredient
of your countenance with its immortal graciousness,
Then for you to abuse veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the everlastingly proliferating
Lord Almighty; infact the most flagrantly truculent
sin….

If you truly consider life to be an exhilarating
odyssey to limitless enchantment; basking in its
benevolently timeless splendor every time you had an
impulse to magnificently breathe,
Then for you to frown at veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the unshakable Lord Almighty;
infact the most hedonistically savage sin…

If you truly consider life to be a flower blossoming
into profusely magical happiness; miraculously healing
the agonies of one and all alike on this boundless
planet; with the chivalrous elixir of humanity, ’
Then for you to shirk from veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the impregnable Lord Almighty;
infact the most treacherously bellicose sin….


If you truly consider life to be a seductively
embellished fairy; tantalizing you towards an
unassailable paradise of benign heavenliness and the
divine,
Then for you to spit at veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the Omnipotent Lord Almighty;
infact the most venomously maligned sin…


If you truly consider life to be the ultimate
blessing; the most fructifying symbolism of every
entity trespassing on this enchantingly triumphant
earth,
Then for you to bludgeon death; was the greatest
insult to the Omnipresent Lord Almighty; infact the
most baselessly prejudiced sin….

If you truly consider life to be a patriotically
blistering success; the most uninhibitedly royal
mission that every organism was sent on the Universe
to wholeheartedly achieve,
Then for you to massacre veritable death; was the
greatest insult to the perennial Lord Almighty; infact
the most grotesquely pugnacious sin…

For when God made earth and organism; he irretrievably
swung the pendulum of life and death in unrestrictedly
egalitarian unison; spell bindingly replacing
withering death with sparkling life every instant; yet
inevitably ensuring that there was death every now and
again; so that his Universe symbiotically existed,
Therefore take both life and veritable death in your
stride O! penurious Human; let forever everything on
this globe exist as the most fantastically vibrant
rhythm of the Creator Divine..

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

 

When I saw her; my heart became an passionate ocean of
love; throbbing more violently than the volcano
fulminating mercilessly beneath hot soil,

When I saw her; my eyes became a paradise of emotions;
with an insatiable propensity to wildly love now
encompassing every cranny of their plain white,

When I saw her; my lips became gargantuan islands of
spongy chocolate; diffusing an aroma of profuse
sweetness in whatever they kissed and caressed,

When I saw her; my palms became mountains of
invincible strength; ready to take on the mantle of
the entire world and the most gruesomely acrid of
thorns,

When I saw her; my speech became a gushing river of
mesmerizing songs; capturing all the beauty entrenched
in this world in the melody of its voice,

When I saw her; my teeth became a colossal fortress;
with an astoundingly formidable tenacity to squelch
even the most obdurate of nut into a million pieces,

When I saw her; my nose became a vivaciously flowing
fountain; diffusing into a stream of enchantingly
vibrant color and shades,

When I saw her; my feet became unfathomable tunnels of
exotic energy; galloping at speeds never perceivable
by any mankind,

When I saw her; my thoughts became a fascinating cloud
of immortal romance; floating fervently through
surreally alluring space,
When I saw her; my stride became a stupendously
blossoming pond of lotus; sprouting into infinite
petals of overwhelming fragrance and grace,

When I saw her; my muscles became the fathomless
battlefield; marching forward with boisterous
audacity; ready to demolish and swipe the tiniest
trace of evil from the periphery of this earth,

When I saw her; my ears became the boundlessly
unsurpassable sky; profoundly deciphering and imbibing
every possible sound hovering in this Universe,

When I saw her; my stomach became a gigantic tree;
able to handsomely assimilate any amount of food and
water visible till far and wide,

When I saw her; my cheeks became a garden of redolent
roses; blushing a splendid crimson till the onset of
eternity,

When I saw her; my skin became an incredulously gaudy
rainbow; impregnating in it virtually all possible
shades that existed on this earth,

When I saw her; my sweat became a delectable beehive
inundated with divinely nectar; wafting an aroma which
had the ability to placate even the most sacrosanct of
angels,

When I saw her; my blood became a waterfall of
voluptuous seduction; circulating rampantly and
triggering a blazing trail of ardent desire all
throughout my crisscrossed veins,

When I saw her; my whole body became a mirror of
scintillating rays; a mirror which explicitly
portrayed to me the very reason of my precious
existence,

And when I saw her; my breath became even more purer
than when I was just born; infact I could say with
insurmountable pride; the richest of all amongst every
living kind…




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The religion of humanity-2

 

There was a man named john who was born a Christian; went to the
sacrosanct
church from the very first day of his life,
Scrupulously read through every page of the bible; even keeping the
same
beneath his pillow when he transited into a slumber,
Embellished his neck with a chrome tipped cross; the holy silhouette of
Jesus
embedded to perfection,
Although the blood that flowed through his veins was crimson red like
his
counterpart mates; and the tones of air that he expunged from his nose
when he
respired was no different than any human inhabiting the globe.

There was a man named Rahim who was born an Arab; diligently visited
the
shimmering mosque every Friday,
Refrained to close his eyes at night without sedulously reciting his
prayers;
chanting the name of his god umpteenth times in a single day,
Browsed through intricate lines of the Quran-e-Sharif with nonchalant
ease;
keeping a photo of his god safely incarcerated in his wallet,
Although the color of his lips was same as that of his siblings in
America;
and the sweat that dribbled down his nape was no different than any
human
residing on this earth.

There was a man named tai-chi who was born a Chinese; spoke profoundly
in a
pure native dialect,
Fervently worshipped all the oriental gods; a plethora of sacerdotal
symbols
embossed on colossal and gray stone walls,
Was wholesomely oblivious to anything in the market except an ensemble
of
authentic sea food; incessantly danced to stridently rustic folk tunes,
Although the texture of his pudgy lips was as soft as his friends in
the
United Kingdom; and the whites of his eye was no different than any
human
transgressing through the world.

There was a man named Ram who was born an Indian; commenced each of his
morning clambering steps of the divine temple,
Could narrate marathon passages from the Bhagwad Gita like the back of
his
palm; keeping it perennially wound to his chest,
Conversed in eloquent hindi; profusely remembering his god before
undertaking
any activity in his life,
Although there was an insatiable urge to expurgate his bowels like his
fellow
beings in the Antarctica; and the conglomerate of bones in his body was
no
different than any human traversing on the soil of this boundless land.

Why was it that these men had common characteristics; despite of them
believing in different gods,
Despite of them residing in varied countries; unfathomable kilometers
of
distance separating them,
Barricades of language bifurcating them; colors of the skin
indiscriminately
discriminating them,
Well the answer to this is as simple as the wail of a newly born child;
for
all of them were perpetually bound by the 'RELIGION OF HUMANITY'.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»The religion of humanity

 

Clouds from all across the astronomically colossal
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and mesmerizing sky,



Rivers from all across the wonderfully boundless
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and tangy ocean,



Rays from all across the fathomlessly seductive
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and blazing Sun,



Scents from all across the gorgeously endless
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and exuberant breeze,



Hillocks from all across the gloriously mighty
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and towering mountain,



Resplendence from all across the tantalizingly
blooming Universe; eventually melange with the
immortally irrefutable and milky moon,



Tunes from all across the fabulously emollient
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and everlasting song,



Eyes from all across the seductively blossoming
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and priceless sight,



Colors from all across the mystically uncanny
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and vivacious rainbow,



Plants and wildlife from all across the stupendously
charismatic Universe; eventually melange with the
immortally irrefutable and perennial forests,



Sparks from all across the bountifully sprinkling
Universe; eventually melange with immortally
irrefutable and thunderous lightening descending from
the sky,



Ice cubes from all across the incredulously
ingratiating Universe; eventually melange with the
immortally irrefutable and gargantuan avalanche, ]



Philanthropism from all across the splendidly majestic
Universe; eventually melanges with immortally
irrefutable and timeless truth,



Sands from all across the ravishingly beautiful
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and grandiloquently golden deserts,



Desires from all across the exotically tingling
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and royally unending fantasy,



Tears from all across the vibrantly ecstatic Universe;
eventually melange with immortally irrefutable and
inevitable sadness,



Temples; Churches; Mosques; Monastries; from all
across the boundlessly proliferating Universe;
eventually melange with the immortally irrefutable and
Omnipotent aura of Godhead,



Winks from all across the dynamically glowing
Universe; eventually melange with the immortally
irrefutable and frolicking island of flirtation,



Lovers from all across the euphorically spell binding
Universe; eventually melange with immortally
irrefutable and invincible love,



And every religion; whether Hindu; Buddhist;
Christian; or Islam; from all across the enthrallingly
magnetic Universe; eventually melange with the
immortally irrefutable and unconquerable; RELIGION OF
HUMANITY.

(C) COPYRIGHT-2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 
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