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»Poured

 

The conglomerate of sinister black clouds in the
cosmos; poured cloudbursts of torrential rain,

The blazing body of flamboyantly ferocious Sun; poured
a garland of profoundly enchanting and fulminating
light,

The voluptuously crested nightingale seated on the fir
tree; poured a stream of seductively melodious sounds,

The lanky candlestick sizzling in an inferno of
handsomely dancing flames; poured an unrelenting river
of delectably pearly wax,

The Moon tantalizingly impregnated amidst the quilt of
resplendent stars; poured an ocean of uninhibited and
milky white beams,

The island of alluringly scarlet roses; poured a
valley of stupendously wonderful and exotic redolence,

The oyster held up high in the sky; poured an
incredulously enticing volley of immaculately
captivating pearls,

The mind at absolute bliss; poured an unfathomable
terrain of emphatically varied and enigmatically
tingling fantasy,

The fountain pen inundated with sapphire pools of
poignant ink; poured a royal lake of majestically
embellished and passionate words,

The cat perched agitatedly on the spiky fence; poured
an innocuous string of yelps and effusive 'Meows',
The gigantic tree standing domineeringly on the
isolated hill; poured a cavalcade of rhapsodic berries
and bountiful fruits,

The mouth at divinely harmony; poured a tunnel of
mesmerizing sound and fabulously fascinating rhyme,
The eye encapsulated by astronomically escalating
jubilation; poured a rainbow of ebulliently glistening
tears,

The body inevitably imprisoned by a whirlpool of
tumultuously fiery romance; poured a waterfall of
overwhelmingly volatile sweat,

The scores of Mother cow's marching placidly through
the meadows; poured painstakingly a lake of impeccably
frosty and celestial milk,

The wedding album lying obsolete for decades on the
profusely dusty shelf; poured a tale of nostalgically
animated fantasy which permeated through the inner
most compartments of my soul,

The wildly philandering panther; poured a tale of
thunderously deafening roar; petrifying even the most
minuscule of organism in vicinity till the last bone
down their spine,

The nose drowned in unprecedentedly obsessive
compassion; poured a dungeon of piquantly pepped up
and moist air,

And the heart ever since the time it had started to
throb; ever since the time it had first palpitated to
commence beautiful life; poured only immortal love;
would continue to do so intensifying with each beat;
even after the world comes to an abrupt end….


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

 

Powerful to smile; as I heard something abysmally
resonating in ludicrous vicinity,

Powerful to fight; as I confronted the mightiest of
disaster with astronomical fortitude and tenacity,

Powerful to sleep; as I snored more thunderously than
the demons; resting in overwhelmingly celestial
contentment,

Power to admire; as I sighted the mesmerizing puffs of
clouds floating passionately in azure sky,

Powerful to sketch; as I masterfully captured the
labyrinth of picturesque sights which majestically
dotted the fathomless gorge,

Powerful to sing; as I inundated the gloomy atmosphere
with everlasting waves of seductively rhapsodic
melody,

Powerful to mimic; as I possessed the incomprehensibly
fascinating virtue to emulate a boundless myriad of
voice,

Powerful to write; as I deluged a mountain of
disdainfully barren paper; with exquisite lines of
oligarchic literature,

Powerful to fantasize; as I triggered the chords of
enigmatic imagination to the most ebulliently
unprecedented limits,

Powerful to speak; as I silenced unrelentingly
menacing mobs of fanatic people; with the domineering
authority in my voice,

Powerful to dance; as I gyrated my body in insatiable
agony under profusely milky rays of enchanting
moonlight,

Powerful to run; as I galloped like the vivacious
panther; through the mystical forests at the unveiling
of each ephemeral dawn,

Powerful to flirt; as I had this inexplicable tenacity
to incarcerate any alien in the swirl of my
indefatigable mischief,

Powerful to dig; as I impregnated a tunnel of
vibrantly optimistic hope; in layers of obdurately
infidel soil,

Powerful to stare; as I relentlessly looked the
sweltering sun without flinching the slightest; for
hours immemorial,

Powerful to chew; as I masticated the most resilient
morsels of food into handsome bits of pulverized
chowder,

Powerful to forsee; as I perspicaciously tackled each
aspect of pragmatically monotonous life; measuring
each step of mine as I walked,

Powerful to breathe; as I lived each moment of life to
its most unbelievable capacity; with the euphoria to
perennially discover fervently besieging me,

But powerless to face her; as I wholesomely submitted
my humble countenance to the wave of her turbulently
swirling love; bonding my heart; body and soul with
the immortal essence of her sacred existence….


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

 

Spurious are those who bombastically manipulate,
Hideous are those who barbarically cheat,
Pompous are those who capriciously brag,
Surreptitious are those who devilishly flirt,
Prodigious are those who prolifically burgeon,
Promiscuous are those who raunchily unleash,
Lugubrious are those who remorsefully castigate,
Dolorous are those who sullenly fret,
Licentious are those who bawdily embrace,
Capricious are those who insipidly wither,
Porous are those who candidly fulminate,
Superfluous are those who unnecessarily flaunt,
Outrageous are those who traumatically condemn,
Ignominious are those who unrelentingly abuse,
Courageous are those who unflinchingly confront,
Audacious are those who intrepidly adventure,
Salacious are those who sleazily ostracize,
Sanctimonious are those who ostentatiously purify,
Delicious are those who harmoniously synthesize,
Deleterious are those who perniciously destroy,
Ominous are those who abhorrently envy,
Perilous are those who precariously slither,
Ostentatious are those who invidiously epitomize,
Pretentious are those who treacherously plot,
Vociferous are those who discordantly chatter,
Tumultuous are those who poignantly embark,
Ubiquitous are those who celestially patronize,
Rambunctious are those who cacophonically utter,
Sensuous are those who tantalizingly fantasize,
Voluptuous are those who eternally romance,
Ferocious are those who vengefully pluck,
Glamorous are those who aristocratically cynosure,
Blasphemous are those who malevolently plunder,
Loquacious are those who indefatigably chatter,
Dexterous are those who articulately maneuver,
Malicious are those who vindictively stab,
Victorious are those who unitedly surge,
Torturous are those who worthlessly asphyxiate,
Pugnacious are those who morbidly attack,
Insidious are those who tyrannically lambaste,
Glorious are those who spell bindingly blaze,
Fabulous are those who magnificently dream,
Marvelous are those who wonderfully synchronize,
Tremendous are those who passionately bond,
Incredulous are those who rejuvenatingly proliferate,
Onerous are those who perseveringly sweat,
Sonorous are those who airily shun,
Notorious are those who diabolically cheat,
Flirtatious are those who mischievously wander,
Vicious are those who parasitically evict,
Parsimonious are those who stingily poison,
Pious are those who impeccably sanctify,
Atrocious are those who sinfully infiltrate,
Acrimonious are those who hatefully whip,
Luminous are those who benevolently shimmer,
Vivacious are those who resplendently blossom,
Precocious are those who rhythmically mushroom,
Thunderous are those who deafeningly reverberate,
Innocuous are those who truthfully breathe,
Obnoxious are those who disdainfully backbite,
Scurrilous are those who brutally desensitize,
Gracious are those who charismatically melange,
Ludicrous are those who maniacally discriminate,
Opprobrious are those who impeachingly debase,
Sumptuous are those who ravishingly relish,
Ravenous are those who disastrously impoverish,
Egregious are those who ruthlessly orphan,
Ambitious are those who tirelessly conceive,
Bounteous are those who philanthropically disseminate,
Courteous are those who wholeheartedly blend,
Zealous are those who fervently pursue,
Arduous are those who insatiably long,
Assiduous are those who diligently progress,
Dubious are those who ingloriously ruminate,
Ambiguous are those who inexplicably vacillate,
And precious are those who symbiotically exist….

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYRIGHT © 2003, BY NIKHIL PAREKH
 
»Precious tears

 

O! Mother why do you shed your costly tears for me?
I’m horrid and of no use to this world,
With every unforgiving minute to my credit,
And the agony of my presence; causing tears to your eyes,
Those eyes which once oozed tears of ebullient happiness and joy,
Newness and excitement,
With the past memories reflecting poignantly in them,
And the most moisture engulfing them; making those tears more costly and inimitably priceless.

Please close your eyes,
For I have not the strength; to see your sorrow pouring out,
Just for the sake of a wretched boy,
Those holy white drops of your pain; purify the area on which they fall,
Creating tremors of faith,
Depicting your immortal glory to all.
Your eyes are so astoundingly beautiful,
Weren’t meant to cry,
But to enjoy the tears of ecstasy gushing out instead,
Every instant; creating sweet rivulets of love,
Away from my unearthly soul,
In a blissful world you would like to live in,
Leaving my disgraceful form; in the hands of the supreme form.

My every unpardonable deed,
Leads me to those pointed thorns, where I await my harsh destiny.
O! Dear mother please don’t cry,
Don’t waste the wonderful years of your life,
For a coward like me, uncaring, unloving, causing misery to your impeccable heart,
Leave this devilish character,
Far away from your mesmerizing shadow,
Giving those eternal eyes of yours some rest,
But for heaven sake please don’t cry.
 
»Pregnant

 

He made my eyes spell bindingly pregnant; with
insurmountable mountains of perennially compassionate
empathy; the unrelentingly fantastic tunnels of desire
hovering in his life,

He made my lips magnetically pregnant; with an
unlimited festoon of poignantly amiable smiles; the
winds of boundlessly triumphant euphoria that
indefatigably circumvented his existence,

He made my skin resplendently pregnant; with a valley
of fathomlessly nubile goose-bumps; handsomely
disseminating the charismatic electricity of his
majestic persona; wholesomely into mine,

He made my hair astoundingly pregnant; with an
unsurpassable ocean of stupefying exhilaration;
permeating them ravishingly with the ebulliently
magical caress that lay in his princely palms,

He made my ears exotically pregnant; with waterfalls
of everlasting melody; blissfully enshrouding the
baseless hollowness of my life with his tunes of
vibrantly victorious existence,

He made my mouth beautifully pregnant; with an
endlessly fructifying garden of harmonious scent;
enthrallingly imparting the fragrance of his eternally
flamboyant survival entirely into mine,

He made my blood passionately pregnant; with untamed
infernos of ecstatically scintillating yearning;
celestially diffusing his spirit of philanthropically
divine mantra of life; profusely into even the most
inconspicuous of my stride,

He made my pulse ingratiatingly pregnant; with the
waves of intrepidly unflinching adventure; sensuously
bestowing his mystically emphatic touch all over my
uncontrollably trembling body,

He made my shadow fascinatingly pregnant; with
magnificent cisterns of fantastically unending enigma;
bestowing upon his cradle of unbelievably royal
voluptuousness on every cranny of my drearily
lambasted skin,

He made my teeth blazingly pregnant; with limitless
skies of bountifully scintillating shine; gorgeously
bequeathing the legacy of his aristocratically
patriotic footsteps; upon the fabric of my shattered
life,

He made my fingers dexterously pregnant; with
unfathomable shades of regale artistry; chivalrously
blending the reservoir of gargantuan sensitivity of
his senses; in unshakable entirety with mine,

He made my chest fearlessly pregnant; with fortresses
of solidarity and invincible courage; altruistically
imparting the magnanimously pristine goodness of his
soul; to every bit of inadvertently malicious lies in
the chapter of my life,

He made my conscience pregnant; with unassailable
fireballs of godly truth; marvelously wafting the
astonishingly proliferating and righteous scent of his
stride; into my miserably withering life,

He made my cheeks pregnant; with an unending
entrenchment of bountifully embellished scarlet
blushes; magically pouring the reverberations of his
overwhelmingly sensitive visage; into the
meaninglessly wavering crux of heartless existence,

He made my hands gloriously pregnant; with an
impregnably ubiquitous canvas of aristocratic destiny
lines; timelessly maneuvering even the most mercurial
iota of my existence with the winds of uninhibited
freedom; that incessantly emanated from his demeanor,

He made my brain fabulously pregnant; with unlimited
aisles of thunderously overpowering fantasy; the
enthrallingly heavenly rhythm of his existence being
the ultimate dream that I tirelessly perceived,

He made my breath pricelessly pregnant; with
insatiably untamed whirlpools of vibrantly eclectic
life; miraculously healing even the most inexplicably
cancerous of my wounds; with his melody of benign
mankind,

He made my belly sacredly pregnant; with his
mischievously bouncing child; making me feel as the
most richest organism on this Universe; without even a
penny in my pocket and for infinite more births of
mine,

And he made my heart immortally pregnant; with his
tale of jubilantly iridescent love; a perpetual
bonding which none on the planet could ever conquer;
even after the planet itself came to a veritably
ghastly end….






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

 

I silently eavesdropp on my mind,
Wading past a sea of darkness,
Across rash currents of mangled thoughts,
Trying to search for cryptic clues,
Breathing in domains of mystic behaviour,
Breeding in pools of trivial obsessions,
Bleeding at various sensitive junctions,
Weeping every unfolding second,
Proliferating in leaps and bounds; in changing color of the light.

Obsessions they were with iterative hammering,
Struck firmly by 100 pounds of fresh iron,
Submerged in hot cream of fading luck,
Striking soft tissues enclosed in precious brain,
Weak and feeble to resist the mighty onslaught,
Disintegrating into crumbled imagination,
Whipping brutally inactivated zones of subconscious,
Causing downpour of torrential agony,
Cascade of non-existent thoughts,
Finally uprooting all the goodness that ever prevailed,
Mind you friends,
This was just a preliminary investigation,
As I stealthily eavesdropped on my brain.





© nikhilparekh
 
»Pre-Requisite

 

I felt like consuming soft cones of chilled raspberry
ice-cream,
nibbling gently at the appetizing kernel of white nut,
all i needed was a glutinous mouth to swallow,
a sheaf of crisp currency notes as a pre-requisite.


i felt like swimming underwater for long intervals of
time,
caressing the mangled outgrowths of coral reef with my
supple skin,
it was therefore indispensable to be a prolific
swimmer,
with the aqualung apparatus and an ocean of courage
being a pre-requisite.


i felt like sketching intricate shapes of roman gods,
filling the same with glossy color and embroidered
silk,
i knew i had to be a true connoisseur of mystical art,
also posses a pair of articulate fingers as an
inevitable pre-requisite.


i felt like flying as the birds in the azure sky,
relishing the poignant breeze slapping across my face,
this seemed possible; if i was a fairy in the tales of
Arabian nights,
with twin pair of corrugated wings as a solitary
pre-requisite.

i dreamt and lived life with blissful visions of
acquiring solace in heaven,
spending unsurpassable lengths of time with the
creator,
i had in turn to fulfill fathomless duties on earth,
with a plethora of chivalrous deeds being a
pre-requisite this time.

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

 

Drink it; or become a droplet of its enchantingly
golden wave,

Climb it; or become a rock of its fabulously
mesmerizing slope,

Admire it; or become a jewel of its philanthropically
magnanimous beauty,

Whisper it; or become an echo of its ubiquitously
spreading poignant aroma,

Follow it; or become a footprint of its seductively
enigmatic trail,

Worship it; or become an idol of its invincibly
immortal blessings,

Feel it; or become an entrenchment of its voluptuously
satiny and profoundly magnetic caress,

Succumb to it; or become the ethereal contours of its
majestically enlightening shadow,

Philander with it; or become the winds of its
ravishingly exhilarated and unconquerable journey,

Dream it; or become a cloud of its beautifully
everlasting fantasy,

Preach it; or become a chapter of its divinely
sacrosanct and perpetually fragrant philosophies,

Proliferate it; or become a molecule of its
perennially multiplying creation,

Relish it; or become a comrade of its tantalizingly
euphoric countenance,

Dance with it; or become the rhythm of its never
ending infinite beats,

Embrace it; or become the shyness of its
unrelentingly bonding caress,

Smile at it; or become the lips of its exuberantly
tingling and rhapsodic laughter,

Consecrate it; or become a grandiloquent bell in its
irrefutably sacred shrine,

Sacrifice for it; or become the ideal of its
unflinching undefeated convictions,

Breath it; or become a minuscule draught of its
stupendously Omnipotent air,

And live it; or live for its unfathomable Godly
spirit; and remember it till the last time you ever
saw this planet; and even centuries thereafter; as
PRICELESS LOVE…..







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

 

Neither were you more extravagantly fairer than me; neither were you
more
pathetically weaker than the most lugubriously dwindling bone down my
spine,

Neither were you more bountifully truthful than me; neither were you
more
disastrously lying than most salaciously perverted ingredient of my
blood,

Neither were you more blazingly dynamic than me; neither were you more
dolorously cowardly than the most grotesquely ribald germs of fear in
my
stagnating brain,

Neither were you more eclectically brilliant than me; neither were you
more
shamefully dwindling than the most asphyxiated corpse of hopelessness
in my
shriveled persona,

Neither were you more unflinchingly triumphant than me; neither were
you
more bawdily defeated than the most forlornly crippling of my failures,

Neither were you more effulgently passionate than me; neither were you
more
treacherously stagnating than the most decaying figment of
meaninglessness
in my decrepit body,

Neither were you more resplendently surreal than me; neither were you
more
satanically monotonous than the most lecherously deteriorating of my
corporate profiles,

Neither were you more ingeniously evolving than me; neither were you
more
redundantly parasitic than the most viciously slandering apogees of my
rubicund tongue,

Neither were you more royally blessed than me; neither were you more
unfortunately lambasted than the most salaciously withering moments of
my
devastated life,

Neither were you more exuberantly sensuous than me; neither were you
more
lackadaisically nonchalant than the most preposterously wasting of my
moods,

Neither were you more miraculously fertile than me; neither were you
more
ludicrously impotent than the most onerously slavering of my shattered
times,

Neither were you more invincibly honest than me; neither were you more
venomously flagrant than the most lividly distorted of my fugitively
obliterating shadow,

Neither were you more infallibly faithful than me; neither were you
more
carnivorously betraying than the most miserably battered of my
crumbling
senses,

Neither were you more inimitably talented than me; neither were you
more
sleazily blanch than the most inanely amorphous of my egregiously
estranged
nerves,

Neither were you more ecstatically galloping than me; neither were you
more
indolently stationery than the most faintest of my penuriously
diminishing
of whispers,

Neither were you more ebulliently redolent than me; neither were you
more
repugnantly stinking than the most obliviously morbid of my insane
carcass
of bones,

Neither were you more symbiotically philanthropic than me; neither were
you
more violently prejudiced than the most perniciously obsessive of my
nightmares,

Neither were you more vivaciously unfettered than me; neither were you
more
ominously incarcerated than the most dangerously chained idiosyncrasies
of
my indifferently strangulated existence,

And Neither were you more vibrantly living than me; neither were you
more
perpetually dead than the most hopelessly flailing of my very final
breath,

Only because the Omnipotent Creator had created both you and me; and
every
other of our infinite living kind; even the most infinitesimally
disappearing aspect of every one of us alive on planet divine; as
forever
priceless; inequitably synergistic and wonderfully equal….

©®COPYRIGHT-2004, BY NIKHIL PAREKH. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
 
»Pricelessly Impregnable Humanity

 

You’ve taken my very own scarlet blood O! heavenly son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my astoundingly pristine and timelessly priceless; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own venerated milk O! beautiful son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my bountifully blossoming and unabashedly impeccable; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own intriguing brain O! enamoring son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my celestially amazing and mischievously bouncing; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own silken shadow O! stupendous son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my wonderfully untainted and jubilantly ecstatic; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own uninhibited smile O! majestic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my inimitably magnetic and fabulously effulgent; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own inscrutable destiny lines O! effervescent son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my incredulously handsome and victoriously unimpeachable; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own inimitably humble name O! royal son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my poignantly iridescent and eternally fructifying; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own romantic artistry O! blazing son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my triumphantly unfettered and symbiotically innocent; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own mellifluous voice O! charismatic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my bounteously emollient and euphorically fearless; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own towering height O! regale son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my indisputably peerless and synergistically truthful; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own passionate eyes O! resplendent son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my fearlessly humanitarian and tirelessly discovering; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own chocolate brown color O! holistic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my invincibly wondrous and spell-bindingly ecstatic; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own ebullient body contours O! benign son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my immaculately benevolent and magnanimously humanitarian; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own fiery breath O! rhapsodic son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my blissfully unadulterated and interminably bubby; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own optimistic face O! vivacious son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my timelessly flowering and melodiously rejuvenated; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own broadened shoulders O! magical son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my gloriously unprejudiced and nostalgically rueful; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own princely dimples O! victorious son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my spotlessly unbiased and surreally panoramic; duplicate,

You’ve taken my very own compassionate heart O! unshakable son; so its irrefutably natural and nothing great; that you’re exactly my adorably sensitive and ubiquitously indomitable; duplicate,

So whereas it was absolutely natural and nothing great that you were my exactly astounding duplicate O! heavenly son;

The greatest of all virtues; the greatest of all gifts; the greatest of all endowment; the greatest of all power; the greatest of all virility; the greatest of all divinity; was infact given to you by the Omniscient Lord; who miraculously blessed you and every organism alike with the pricelessly impregnable religion of “Humanity” to symbiotically survive for an infinite more of your destined lifetimes…

©®copyright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
 
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