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»Scolding

 

The farmer gaped at crusts of dry brown earth,
acres of land lying fallow in merciless heat,
bountiful crop wilting under stringent light of the
sun,
crevices in land splitting wider by the zipping
second,
he then scolded the plain regions of dark blue sky,
for not acquiring ominous tinges of violent grey.

the striped panther rested on moistened portions of
land,
snoring chivalrously in a kingdom of celestial sleep,
visualizing a cluster of humans in thick flesh and
blood,
pouch bellied kangaroo wiping its brutal teeth,
he then scolded dead rabbit meat, lying well tucked
within the hollow of his
stomach,
for ruining his perceptions of a royal sized meal.

drenched clothing hung on strong metal ropes,
soaked immensely in sweat and tap water,
fluttering sporadically with agitated outbursts of
wind,
and the ambience consisting of dull murky light,
eventuality of thunder showers tumbling from the sky,
the wet shirts then scolded the sun,
for not hissing fireballs of natural light,
thereby baking the humid persona of cloth with full
round beams of sunshine.

hordes of fish got infected with disease,
gasped for breath at great depths of the ocean,
lay strewn on the shore thrown by the exotic currents
of waves,
the water showed traces of contamination,
black coats of oil and grease were found in gay
abundance,
the aquatic family then scolded the impetuous humans,
for polluting its saline composition in the quest for
displaying nuclear
superiority.

he had simply no inhibitions,
lived life in high esteem and loads of respect,
inspite of not witnessing a single ray of light since
birth,
executed all his tasks to immaculate perfection,
leaning heavily on his stick with stripes of white and
red,
traversing miles of territory,
with an assemblage of gruesome blackness as his
faithful companion,
he thought several times of scolding the creator like
his counterpart mates
mentioned above,
although he refrained registering his complaint,
he possessed a rock solid opinion,
it was better to exist being obscured from light,
than not to live at all.


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

 

There were infinite on this boundless Universe; who
intransigently searched for fugitive gold; insatiably
wanting to replenish even the whites of their eye with
the spuriously glittering biscuit,

There were infinite on this colossal Universe; who
tirelessly searched for tantalizing beauty;
tumultuously wanting to embrace every voluptuous vixen
on this earth; in their murderously uncouth grip,

There were infinite on this gregarious Universe; who
relentlessly searched for uninhibited freedom;
irrevocably wanting to blend the innermost of their
senses with all vivaciously enchanting titillation in
the atmosphere,

There were infinite on this boundless Universe; who
unendingly searched for opulent wine; barbarically
wanting to deluge every bit of their disastrously
impoverished persona; with the avarice of inebriation
all day and night,

While my treacherously betrayed heart; perennially
searched for true love; unsurpassably wanting to
melange every iota of my despairingly dying senses
with the magic of heavenly relationship…..


1….

There were infinite on this unconquerable Universe;
who incorrigibly searched for bizarre manipulation;
insidiously wanting to extract the optimum they could
from the earth; in the tenure of their truncated
lives,

There were infinite on this aristocratic Universe; who
dogmatically searched for uncouth crime; salaciously
wanting to reach the epitome of unprecedented
prosperity; by brutal massacre and beheading tribes,

There were infinite on this enamoring Universe; who
irretrievably searched for ravishing fragrance;
limitlessly wanting to incarcerate every element of
stupendous intoxication; impregnably inside their
chest,

There were infinite on this charismatic Universe; who
frantically searched for sleazy entertainment;
ethereally wanting to titillate their morbidly
withering skin with the reverberations of; gaudily
embellished skin,

While my forlornly fretting heart; perpetually
searched for true love; irrefutably wanting to bond
with the essence of sparkling truth; irrefutably
wanting to be the beats of rhythm divine…..

2….

There were infinite on this princely Universe; who
unrelentingly searched for mind-boggling enigmas;
unequivocally wanting to deluge their ingenious minds
into an untamed flurry of rhapsodic activity,

There were infinite on this gargantuan Universe; who
traumatically searched for negativity; insanely
wanting to lambaste all innocuous civilization; with
the devil hovering ghoulishly in their soul,

There were infinite on this benign Universe; who
holistically searched for symbiotic proliferation;
vehemently wanting to mate with the partner of their
choice; to handsomely bequeath a civilization of
ebullient freshness even after their veritable death,

There were infinite on this vivacious Universe; who
Omnisciently searched for mesmerizing peace;
intractably wanting to enshroud every aspect of their
truculently traumatic survival; with bountifully
benevolent solidarity,

While my invidiously thwarted heart; indefatigably
searched for true love; miraculously wanting to
coalesce with the fabric of eternal goodness; with the
spirit of timelessly invincible mankind….

3….

There were infinite on this synergistic Universe; who
ungainly searched for savagely raw power; pruriently
wanting to manipulate the lives of countless innocent;
with whiplashes of domineeringly threadbare force,

There were infinite on this mammoth Universe; who
satanically searched for appetizing mutton;
uncontrollably wanting to placate their taste buds
with palpably bloody meat and immaculate flesh,

There were infinite on this Omnipotent Universe; who
voluptuously searched for grandiloquent artistry;
endlessly wanting to paint the canvas of their
existence; with the victoriously gorgeous colors of
God’s creation,

There were infinite on this unsurpassable Universe;
who exhaustively searched for sagacious wisdom;
pragmatically wanting to implement all principles of
revitalizing life; in each hour of their progressing
survival,

While my unsparingly whipped heart; humbly searched
for true love; unprecedentedly wanting to accept it as
the most Omnipresent panacea to lead this; and a
countless more spell binding lifetimes….


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

 

I lived all life in seaside hut,
with frothy spray bearing granules of salt,
dripping through octagon cavities of straw cane roof,
sheets of loose sand whistling past glass pane,
long tapered pine laden with juicy coconut,
showered in plenty with strong draughts of wind,
hairy crabs peeping from wet cocoons of sand,
royal horse carts making spiral journeys in coastal
mud,
smart navy ships at obscure distances from human
sight,
sleek motor boats churning through white waves,
plaintive wooden rafts with projecting fishing net,
mammoth piers of resistant timber, securing ship rope,
fiber glass stalls selling coconut flesh,
stray vendors mixing iced candy,
toddlers drilling awesome shapes in sand,
teenagers rubbing liquid sun tan lotion,
grey haired masses walking at brisk pace,
fleet of cranes sipping brackish water,
agilitic birds capsizing fish in moulded beak,
acrid sunlight heating ocean in day,
moonlit rays pacifying sea thirst at night,
huge assemblage of waters crashing against black rock,
with sea swelling in leaps and bounds,
in torrential agony of cloud rain,
and warm gulps of herbal tea,
I simply love my seaside hut.


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

 
 
»Season of love

 

With it; descended petals of insatiable rhapsody from
the sky; as the heavens opened full throttle to
uninhibitedly shower blessings; upon its revered
grace,

With it; there came streams of perpetual harmony
cascading from the mountains; diffusing into a froth
of unfathomably never ending excitement,

With it; fulminated the most fantastic dreams
wandering on this mesmerizing planet; evoking the
fabulous artist surreptitiously hidden in each of your
traumatically agonized nerves,

With it; danced the most tantalizing fairies till the
heart of voluptuous midnight; bouncing and frolicking
till eternity in the profound effulgence of its;
overwhelmingly seductive charm,

With it; came whirlpools of unconquerable excitement;
igniting the ludicrously lackadaisical volcano’s
sleeping in your impoverished soul,

With it; devastated jungles bloomed into a gorgeously
perennial festoon of enchantment and health; flowering
into a profusely brilliant tomorrow,

With it; crept shadows of mystically tingling enigma;
inundating your murderously severed senses with winds
of incredulously exotic ecstasy,

With it; treacherously devastated dwellings
metamorphosed themselves into the most stupendously
grandiloquent castles; towering beyond the skies; to
relish the wholesomely unleashed glory of the
flamboyant Sun,

With it; there pelted thunderously deafening rain upon
the periphery of scorchingly pathetic desert soil;
caressing its penuriously staggering surface; with
compassionate fireballs of golden moisture,

With it; insatiably galloped the chariots of handsome
prosperity; replenishing every element of despairingly
broken lives; with the fruits of eternally sacrosanct
heaven,

With it; there spread an invincible wave of humanity
even in the most lecherously salacious parts of this
fathomless continent; and the religion of humanity
overtoppled the diabolical devil forever,

With it; stars in the cosmos incessantly flirted in
the aisles of desire; deluging each cranny of this
ridiculously maimed planet; with milky beams of
enamoringly dancing light,

With it; the time in gargantuan clocks; slid back into
overwhelmingly poignant nostalgia; with every old and
miserably withering; transforming back into a godly
child; once again,

With it; all savagely belligerent war on this
claustrophobically estranged earth came to a veritable
end; and the flag of immortal peace reigned supreme;
for centuries immemorial,

With it; every bit of infinite sky was enveloped with
an Omnipotently everlasting radiance; with an
unsurpassable flurry of angels frolicking in
unequivocally untamed ecstasy,

With it; there arose the most magnificently
embellished tune on this unending Universe;
transforming its manipulatively bedraggled demeanor
into one replete with exuberantly enthusiastic youth,

With it; all those disastrously indigent and hoarsely
famished; reached their ultimate paradise of;
philanthropic opulence in life,

With it; ghosts lingering insidiously beneath their
coffins; took birth as the most impregnably alluring
magicians; for a countless more lifetimes,

With it; indispensable oceans of breath got instilled
in the diminutively lifeless; and the waywardly lost
world found the paths of majesty once again,


And neither did it require the slightest of stringent
preparation; nor did it require you to wholeheartedly
donate the entire richness that you had painstakingly
assimilated in the tenure of your impoverished life,

Just open the perpetual beats of your heart to embrace
all those you cherished and cared for; and Lo! Behold
! ; there torrentially descended the SEASON OF
EVERLASTING LOVE….



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

 

WHEN I FELT that the pace of life was overwhelmingly hectic; I sought solace in the blissful backdropp of the mystical valley,

When I felt that my legs were indefatigably tired; I sought solace in the king poster bed; tucking them cozily under the frilled mattress,

When I felt that each bone impregnated in my body hurt like a thousand corpses; I sought solace in the rejuvenating pool of herbal liquid,

When I felt that my tongue had lost all sensation of taste and aroma; I sought solace in a bunch of stupendously seductive grapes dangling in the dense forests,

When I felt that my scalp was being attacked by infinite battalions of red ant and termite; I sought solace under the waterfall of medicated shampoo; to wholesomely annihilate the last scrap of dirt from its very roots,

When I felt that my fingers simply refrained to write; I sought solace in clouds of soft and impeccable cotton; gently caressing each strand and thereby giving maximum ecstasy to my starved flesh,

When I felt that my brain had lost all its ability to perceive; monotonously trapped in the disparaging issues of the commercial world; I sought solace in a stream of red wine; gulping down the ravishing elixir; to stimulate my dead cells enjoying immortal sleep,

When I felt that my feet had gone horrendously numb; transforming into mammoth slabs of frozen ice; I sought solace infront of the crackling fire; imparting my soles the revitalization to leap in animated exultation and gallop,

When I felt that I was getting insanely bored; with pangs of uncanny frustration creeping up slowly into my soul; I sought solace on the boisterous floor of the vivacious disco; swinging my body to a billion beats of pulsating music,

When I felt that the sweltering rays of Sun were piercing with pungent hostility into my skin; I sought solace in the dainty interiors of my timid and little hut,

When I felt that the storm of hunger was brewing up incorrigibly in my stomach; I sought solace in shimmering plates inundated with appetizing morsels of pure curd and steaming rice,

When I felt that the stillness of atmosphere was severely taking its toll on my senses; I sought solace with the melodiously whistling bird,

When I felt that my hear beat was on the verge of extinction; the throbbing which was once prolifically violent in my chest; now not heard at all; I sought solace in the arms of my beloved; feeling her breath trigger off my smothering passions once again,

When I felt that the rotten stench of obnoxious vehicle smoke virtually strangulating the last ounce of air suspended in my lungs; I sought solace in a garden of fragrant lotus; with the tingling odor adding a smile perpetually to my face,

When I felt that planet earth had become too claustrophobic to exist; with every single space jammed by hordes of people and machinery; I sought solace in the dark dungeons; where the slithering serpent captivated me wholesomely with its charm and dance,

When I felt that the dust from the deserts was irascibly irritating my eyes; I sought solace in the heart of the ocean; where the frothy foam and fish entrenched me with insurmountable exhilaration,

When I felt that scores of stinging mosquitoes from the city perilously intruded upon and spoilt my every night; I sought solace on the top of the mountain; where the air was; pristine and fresh, and where I was in talking distance with the stars,

When I felt that the darkness of the satanic night was casting its evil spell upon me from all sides; I sought solace in the invincible lap of my mother,

And when I felt that my faith in mankind was gradually dwindling; with an insatiable urge to flee this Universe forever burning high and handsome in my persona every second; I sought solace in front of the creator; kneeling in submissive stupor on his feet; to experience the rays of encouragement; the omnipotent power to survive…


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

 

At times crowning as the most unassailably embellished
prince; making me triumphant over all my uncouthly
coldblooded adversaries,
While at times a devastating hurricane; pulverizing me
mercilessly; to blend with inconspicuously threadbare
dust…..

At times insatiably propelling me to soar handsomely
through the majestic clouds; wholesomely oblivious to
anything else around,
While at times an evil sorceress; diabolically
enshrouding every quarter of my mind; with irascibly
vindictive hostility……

At times making me feel as if I was the richest
organism alive; with all murderous manipulation on
this planet having not the tiniest of space in my
mesmerizing life,
While at times an indefatigable tornado of negativity;
brutally crippling me towards the corridors of
horrific oblivion; even before I could alight a single
step…..

At times heralding me as the ultimate conqueror and
irrefutably unshakable emperor; with all enchanting
beauty on this colossal planet; blissfully
assimilating in the magnanimously stretched contours
of my lap,
While at times an overwhelmingly ludicrous inferno of
cowardice; forcing me to sleep in the shell of
sequestered doom; for times immemorial…..

At times incessantly urging me to surge forward in my
mission of celestially exploring the entire Universe;
melodiously bask in the glory of bountifully radiant
sunshine,
While at times heinously chopping both my arms and
feet with the swords of fear; burying me infinite feet
beneath my ghastly grace; although I was profoundly
alive…..

At times triggering me to fantasize beyond realms of
magnificently tantalizing eternity; astoundingly
titillating each nerve of my truculently anguished
demeanor; with fireballs of vibrant compassion,
While at times ruthless excoriating apart my
intricate; with tumultuously lambasting depression…..

At times making me invincibly believe in my
philanthropically unconventional conquests;
wonderfully accepting the religion of mankind as the
most unconquerable treasure,
While at times squelching me to insidious chowder; in
perception of things which were simply non-existent;
in cognizance of a satanic end that was never to be….

At times profusely enlightening me to sing
euphorically with all goodness in the atmosphere;
poignantly absorbing every element of rhapsody that
existed in gregarious tandem; on the trajectory of
this gigantic Universe,
While at times tyrannically whipping me left; right
and center for ostensibly no fault of mine;
transpiring me to conceive gruesome hell; even when I
was in the midst of amiably spell binding paradise….

At times divinely relating to every iota of my mind;
soul and righteous conscience; making me fulminate
into an incredulously resplendent festoon of
timelessness,
While at times treacherously imprisoning my
uninhibitedly serene river of priceless thought flow;
with salacious chains of self inflicted misery;
remorsefully torturing me till the absolute end of my
time……

And at times illuminating each beat of my heart with
the impregnable light of immortal love; making me
ecumenically commiserate with all those; with even the
most diminutive fraction of pain,
While at times hurling me towards the corpse of
lecherous death every unfurling minute of the
bloodstained night and the flamboyantly sweltering
day; abominably charring me to bark a countless
deaths; was my SENSITIVITY…..



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

 

The car shot at high speeds through deserted lanes,
trampling scraps of paper, bushy outgrowths of foliage,
zipping at speeds escalating by the minute,
leaving truck loads of plain golden dust behind.

his hands were smudged with cold blood,
sweatshirt of rich denim clung to his waist,
tinted strips of glass shielded his savage eyes,
stubby fingers poked from tightly stitched leather
gloves,
bulging muscle almost tore his shirt sleeve,
streaks of sun tan blended perfect with ruddy
complexion,
long strands of auburn hair looked gruesomely brutal,
thick chains of pure gold hung from short neck bone,
uncut fingernails contained crusts of human blood,
a gleaming gun barrel projected from trouser pocket,
heavy perspiration trickled down his arms and cheek,
wailing horns of the police now reached him loud and
stringent,
the cops were hot on his trail since decades,
although he eluded them on more occasions than once.

this time the scenario looked dismally distraught,
he knew had few breaths now to breathe,
reminiscences of past misdeeds flooded his mind,
those days of ruling as a professional killer had now
faded into oblivion,
the car swerved violently,
came to an abrupt halt striking against heavy tree
lumber,
buckets of blood leaked from mutilated parts of his
body,
infinite bones of his body lay crushed beneath the
burning debris,
slender windpipe of breath now split in halves,
the once saluted form lay completely lifeless,
as a volley of bullets erupted from compact pistol
apertures,
aimed at random to assassinate all traces of the SERIAL
KILLER.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Service to the divine

 

Service to all those gruesomely blinded; unable to
sight even an infinitesimal iota of their reflection
in the most brilliant of sunlight; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those pathetically maimed; disastrously
stumbling for life on each step; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those mentally bereaved; wholesomely
immune to the wonderfully bountiful beauty around; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those abominably orphaned; uncouthly
bereft of the ones they solely loved and adored; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those tyrannically lambasted; brutally
kicked from all quarters of the treacherous society;
is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those saddeningly deaf; devastatingly
unable to hear even the most thunderous sound that
uttered from their throat; is irrefutably true service
to the divine,

Service to all those miserably dumb; groping till
times immemorial in a whirlpool of ghastly darkness;
is irrefutably true service to the divine,


Service to those inexplicably gloomy; wandering
maniacally with the whiplash of barbaric destiny upon
their shoulder; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those penuriously widowed; bearing the
savagery of the vindictive world after the departure
of their mates; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those disdainfully oppressed; being
unrelentingly condemned by spuriously bombastic and
diabolical power leaders; is irrefutably true service
to the divine,

Service to all those remorsefully lonely; existing for
the remainder of their lives in dungeons of ominous
morbidity and obsolescence; is irrefutably true
service to the divine,

Service to all those ludicrously crumbling; being
pulverized every instant at the hands of the satanic
devil for ostensibly no fault of theirs; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those indefatigably rotting; stagnating
under the onslaught of the evil in the corridors of
pernicious hell; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those unfathomably shivering; blending
prematurely with threadbare soil without a roof to
harbor their heads; is irrefutably true service to the
divine,

Service to all those penalizingly enslaved; devilishly
forced to lick the dirt all sweltering day and sullen
night; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those insidiously crippled; slithering
without arms and feet on ditheringly cold ground; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those precariously famished;
extinguishing into nothingness as the winds of
tumultuously torturous starvation took complete
control; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to the staggeringly impoverished; surviving in
gutters of malicious hatred well below the poverty
line; is irrefutably true service to the divine,

Service to all those viciously injured; with agonizing
blood oozing from their immaculate veins
indiscriminately refraining to cease the slightest; is
irrefutably true service to the divine,

Over and above all; Service to all mankind;
irrespective of caste; creed; religion and color
alike; is irrefutably true service to the divine


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Seven Stars-A peculiar configuration

 

The celestial placid shape in the sky,
Gains the shape of a question mark,
To give vague and abstract clues,
Depicting conventional meanings of life.

The star configuration gives new life to the door of hope,
Diverting the mind to sacred paths,
Leaving a person in a quandary,
Groping for reasons of non commercial survival.

It gives him a glimpse of his vibrant nature,
Pointing accurately to the heart core of life,
In this space age of computer and robot,
To bring a spiritual upstanding in life.

It sharpens ones outline,
Finely chiseling dormant parts of brain,
Making one mentally sound and fit,
Portraying to the world ones brand new gift.




© nikhilparekh
 
»Shadow

 

Dominating its presence right since birth,
in sunlight, moonshine, and artificial light,
pitch dark in color at all instants of time,
sewn perpendicular to pair of feet,
lurking stealthily on all kinds of surface,
unobstructed passage of black light,
trespassing nuclear stations, barbed wire,
high flung walls, towering gates of wrought iron,
mass of water, galleries of glass cubicles,
with utmost ease of a crowned prince,
kissing unknown strangers with soft intimacy,
embracing hot patches of dirt,
with tender caress of shady moisture,
cooling dreary passengers scorched in the sun,
priceless comfort without a pinch to the purse,
emanating wildly from all living and created,
disappearing entirely at nightfall,
and abrupt closure of switchboard light,
twice the length of person possessing it,
a magnified presentation of existing object,
as i stare at the relaxed composure of my SHADOW.


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