Poetry of Indian Poet
Nikhil Parekh
2119 poems by Nikhil Parekh. Choose a page above. 50 poems per page.
Biography
Because for you to dream of; or ever dare of becoming the united “We”; you inevitably needed to start first with your very own self; you inevitably needed to start with alphabet “I”…… 
And when I turned 1; I found even the most nimbly
subservient entity around me as an unfathomably
towering monster; although was embarking onto the road
to triumphantly unending existence with the fires of
enchantment slowly entering into my nostrils,
At 100 I still found even the most nimbly subservient
entity around me as an unfathomably towering monster;
but each bewildered sensation of mine incorrigibly led
me towards; the dungeons of disconsolate
and gruesomely gory death….
And when I was in office; every individual seemed like a diabolical devil; with perceptions of him slaining me augmenting every minute,
While when I steeped outside; each entity I laid my eyes upon; seemed innocent and lovable; seemed passionate and romantic; infact to candidly convey it; seemed like 1 million gods…
You might render fathomless children orphaned; beheading the scalps of their parents right infront of their innocuous eyes; but remember O! devilish Man; that howsoever perennial you considered yourself to be; your inevitably ultimate end was; is and shall always only remain; that indefatigably trampling and vindictive; 10 foot X 5 foot corpse.
God gave you a 100 bones; to atleast throb a 100
times for the spirit of life; unshakable love and
timeless humanity during your entire lifetime; not to
betrayingly steal infinite an heart; so that you could
exist for an unstoppable more lives….
O! Yes; at times this; while at times an unfathomable
shade of that; but one thing was intransigently
undeniable; that whether I lived forever in the
paradise of heaven; or whether I forever rotted in the
gallows of hell with the word die; my heart was; is
and would always remain 100% NATURAL…..
the soil was as pure as gods bathed in rich cow milk,
with nil traces of metal,pesticide,shards of tainted
glass,
and surplus amounts of crystal water imprisoned in its
core,
catering to infinite numbers of scorched mouths dying
in blistering heat,
all this and things more exotic existed,
an approximate thousand feet beneath the surface of
mud painted earth.
O! Yes. 12.0 Clock. A moment when the stringently
conventional society outside snored ludicrously;
incarcerated well within the asphyxiating agony of
quilts and spurious air-conditioner; while my heart
had just commenced to sing the beats of love and life;
as it was now fascinating midnight…..
Just 1 of Life to an Infinite of horrific deaths
As much as it could unbelievably dream; it had the
power to drown in cloudbursts of cacophonic
manipulation,
As much as it could unsurpassably exist; it had the
power to vanish like pathetic devil; before even the
winds could transgress in azure sky,
And as much as I called it my mind; believe me it had
the ubiquitous power to be anybody’s 2 centimeters of
brain; entrenched well within the skull and shivering
inside….
But Just because 2 passionately palpitating hearts
immortally entrenched in the fireball of unending
togetherness; it does inevitably apply; that all
dastardly cowardliness on this earth comes to an
abrupt end; all ominously bad is eventually decimated
by the Omnipotent light of love; love and only
unconquerable love….
Neither and only when the most unprecedented pulse of sensitivity completely coalesced with every ounce of existence on this globe; spawning an unbelievable firmament of gloriously inseparable brotherhood,
But; I wanted to make unrestricted; unparalleled; unsurpassable love to you O! Beloved; every instant of ethereal dawn/eternal afternoon/sensuous evening and star studded night; which forever remained till the time I survived- as 24 X 7 X 365….
Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3
seconds in the day came to my mind; I abdicated even
the most tiniest of urge to live further; forcefully
closed my eyes and breath to blend my heart and soul
with the Omnipotent creator,
And today you were blatantly telling me in my face;
that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3
complete nights.
Love Poetry
The day brought alongwith it; the beats of unfathomably maverick rejoicing; with every tangible and intangible entity on the globe; pouring even the most oblivious crannies of their hearts out; to express nothing else but Immortal love,
The day brought alongwith it; the most fervently unhindered breathing of the year; an extraordinary feeling of accomplishment pounding the intricate chest; of stepping into new dimensions of flamboyant daylight,
9 months of perspiration blending profusely with gastric juice,
9 months of anxious wait for an encounter with all living and created,
the time is up; multiple day wait seems concluded,
dazzling light of the sun blinds me in entirety,
compassionate soft hands of my mother raise me to the almighty,
as I open my eyes; emit my first incoherent scream,
silencing worldly commotion with innocent cries of fresh birth.
And is there any price on earth that you could ever
dream of; to invincibly dedicate each beat of your
heart to the person you irrefutably adored; and I ask
you once again; that is there any price on earth that
you could ever dream of; to fall in IMMORTAL LOVE ?
every entity evolved on this fathomless Universe by the Omnipresent
Lord
Almighty; every entity irrespective of spurious caste; creed; religion
or
unceremonious tribe; has; is and definitely shall forever be; A BORN
LOVER…
I wore a stupendously grandiloquent entrenchment of
breath; when I felt that I was deliberating dwindling
towards my morbidly insidious corpse; when I felt as
if I had abnegated all charm to exist,
And I wore an immortal carpet of unconquerable life;
when I felt I was falling in sacred love; perpetually
entwining every element of my persona with my heavenly
beloved; forever and ever and ever…
One of Poet Parekh's starting poems, written about 5 yrs ago, when he'd exuberantly embarked on the odyssey to writing poetry till he relinquished his very last breath
As a matter of fact it was just a slim wire of soiled
rubber which had snapped; engendering the
magnificently colossal lift to plummet like streaks of
white lightening towards the ground,
Bounce with a thunderously deafening thud on its
cushioned mountain of soft and spongy springs; after
traversing down a complete 100 floors of the tall
building…
An invincible palace of dreams,
Dethroning flashes of black forever,
A tribute to the visual faculty,
My salutations to what a novice knows about,
The scientific way of annihilating visual devastation,
An indispensable product for meaningful existence,
Clinging tightly to the eyeball,
Christened in common parlance as an ultratight and satiny soft “ Contact Lens”
Infinite hair on my skin standing upright in
exhilaration,
Eventually bouncing on the maze of white cotton sea,
Blended in equanimity with jute, plastic, dunlop and
fiber,
Escaped unhurt like a celestial god,
Danced like a maniac losing pressured degrees of
respect and control,
As flakes of fragile cotton ,
A jugglery of thread and foam leaked from,
All quarters of my wheat complexioned body.
And therefore; all that I intransigently sought for
today; was a death more ghastlier than the most
horrific of death could ever dream of or could ever
be; such a penalizingly lambasting corner in the
coffins of diabolical hell; where the absence of her
divinely sacrosanct form would never ever make me cry
again….
But if the fathomless realms of my brain didn’t crave for immortally bestowing poetry even for an infinitesimal single second; I perished to an end more ghastly than the most forlornly flagrant of hell; a death which was more sadistically incarcerating; than an infinite of an infinite more of my destined lifetimes…
Till the time you told the heart to immortally
love and let live; it felt as if the most perpetually
undefeatable entity on this beautifully redolent
planet,
But the instant you dictated it to metamorphose into a
mortuary of forlornly cursed betrayal; it died a death
more insane than what the most raunchily threadbare of
death; could ever perceive to be…
The mist hanging in the air,
The white dew drops in the field,
The heavenly smell of thatched hay,
The fathers scattered everywhere.
The delicious smell of baked corn,
The cock singing a perfect rhyme,
The lively squirrel on the tree,
The evanescent rising of dawn.
The hedges covered with green foliage,
The fields to be ploughed at,
The hushed rustling of the trees,
The sweet melody in the air.
a full day of sunshine leads to intense perspiration
dribbling down,
highlighting the optimistic effects of confronting
life.
a full day of sunshine offers respite from nail biting
cold,
a reprieve from abhorrent sins of the previous night,
filtering feckless prejudices into oblivion,
chalking out innovative plans and fresh directions in
adventurous life.
I have never seen breath more fiery than yours; the
unsurpassable ardor and tenacity with which it flowed
like a fulminating volcano down your nostrils; bonding
me inseparably with its royal grace,
And let apart seeing; I am sure that there doesn’t
exist a heart more compassionate than yours; a heart
which loves me above all entities trespassing through
this Universe; a heart which has since times
immemorial always remained and palpitated with mine….
Inspirational Poetry
Bless me with the energy to innovate and create;
showering a battalion of contemporary comfort on my impoverished
counterparts,
Bless me with the art of holding back my effusive tears;
instead offering tumultuous comfort to the bereaved,
Over and above all O! LORD bless me with the power to sustain life;
succeeding in my endeavor to make planet earth a better place to live
B’cause please understand O! mercilessly pulverizing devil—that every job; whether indescribably bad or good; is still a job in hand; a job to be done; or as they’ve been saying since times immemorial that “A JOB IS A JOB”…
A lifetime of loving each other so insatiably; that
the most treacherous of pain metamorphosed into a
million smiles,
And most importantly; a lifetime of life; and a
lifetime of death; is how I wanted to lead my life
with you O! beloved; till the time Almighty Lord
wanted us to be……
A little bit of stuffed cotton quilt; for me to blissfully sleep in the treacherous
night,
A little bit of blessing from the creator; to assist me in versatile arenas of my life,
And a little bit of love; from the girl I intensely loved,
Is all that I needed to rekindle my soul; making me feel I was wholesomely alive.
Nature /Art Poetry
Tell me where is death; Tell me where is pain; More
importantly Tell me O! Almighty lord; why have people
made this blissful planet of yours; a parasite from a
paradise….
O! Lord; so beautiful is this world you have made,
Turbulent rivers; high mountains,
Clear blue skies; yellow seas,
Dazzling sights; treacherous heights,
But what form of beauty is this O! Lord,
Unfolding a trauma of ugliness,
The most deplorably dreaded form of a human being,
Circulating spasms of fear in my mind,
Leaving me in second thoughts,
As to what really is mankind.
And a person lives; only because God wants him to;
till the time God wants him to; and for countless more
births till God wants him to take birth again,
Romantically discovering and exploring; more
importantly disseminating the irrefutably sacred
essence of humanity; enlightening each cranny of earth
with the Omnipotent light of life
2119 poems by Nikhil Parekh. Choose a page below. 50 poems per page.
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