Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

The flamboyantly blazing rays of the marvelously royal Sun; were my passionately piquant companions; for the perseveringly sweltering day,

Ravishing beams of mystically resplendent moonlight; were my eternally gratifying companions; for the voluptuously silken night,

The tree leaves rustling in spell binding vivaciousness; were my most blissful companions in my times of; disastrously sordid loneliness,

Springs of Omnisciently cascading water; were my bountifully quelling companions; when I dreadfully sulked in a whirlpool of abominably horrendous dirt,

Pristine shores incessantly rumbling with tantalizingly undulating waves; were my ravishingly tangy companions; in my times of drearily despicable depression,

Fathomless carpets of enchantingly grandiloquent skies; were my timelessly invincible companions; in my times of lackadaisically crippling boredom,

Hives of melodiously sweet and glitteringly golden honey; were my beautifully enamoring companions; in my times of gruesomely malevolent bitterness,

Truculently vibrant tornados of patriotism; were my unflinchingly intrepid companions; in my times of remorsefully morbid stagnation and doleful malice,

Innocuously Omnipotent and divinely children; were my unequivocally benign companions; in my times of horrendously manipulative distress,

Enigmatically slithering and charismatic snakes; were my enchantingly evoking companions; in my times of maniacally commercial monotonousness,

Redolently everlasting and incredulously profuse roses; were my integrally handsome companions; in my times of despairingly staggering melancholy,

Whirlwinds of untamed exuberance; were my perpetually bestowing companions; in my times of nonchalantly dwindling towards my gorily sinister corpse,

Aristocratically silken and mesmerizing feathers; were my magically symbiotic companions; in my times of irascibly disdainful nervousness,

Rhapsodically raining marshmallows of azure clouds; were my torrentially dynamic companions; in my times of penalizingly sorrowful banishment,

Tantalizingly boisterous and fascinating fairies; were my ingratiatingly iridescent companions; in my times of disgustingly orphaned prejudice,

Rivers of impeccably glistening milk; were my celestially profound companions; in my times of murderously abhorrent fanaticism,

Omnipresently sacrosanct steps of the princely mosque; were my pricelessly ultimate companions; in my times of inexplicably unending and tyrannizing trauma,

Fireballs of insatiably untamed breath; were my tumultuously compassionate companions; in my times of dastardly extinguishing into winds of cowardly oblivion,

But your immortally impregnable and ebullient heart; was my Omnipotently eternal companion; for each impoverished moment of my present; and countless more
optimistically scintillating lifetimes.

O! Yes. Entirely and Unstoppably passionate was I. After the inscrutably teasing tresses in your ravishing hair; which inevitably compelled my fingers to come near; caress and timelessly disentangle,

O! Yes. Entirely and Fervently passionate was I. After your lusciously inviting lips; which rekindled the fire to live in my scraggily impoverished veins; even as I was buried a countless feet under heartless snow,

O! Yes. Entirely and Unsurpassably passionate was I. After your articulately heavenly fingers; which spawned an undefeated gorge of artistry in the complexion of my otherwise robotically bedraggled life,

O! Yes. Entirely and limitlessly passionate was I. After the insuperable compassion that enshrouded every ingredient of your blood; for every fraternity and dimension of pricelessly inimitable humanity,

O! Yes. Entirely and Unconquerably passionate was I. After your voluptuously enamoring hips; that made even the tiniest element of my persona ecstatically sway; under the impeccably tenacious moonlight,

O! Yes. Entirely and Tirelessly passionate was I. After each footprint that you embossed on pristinely moistened soil; which carved the most victoriously infallible trail for me to follow in my penurious life,

O! Yes. Entirely and Inexhaustibly passionate was I. After your tantalizingly gyrating belly; which drew me out of my deathly corpse; and into the untamed wilderness to once again sniff freshly exuberant life,

O! Yes. Entirely and Irrevocably passionate was I. After your mellifluously tinkling laughter; which made me feel like a prince effortlessly floating in the amiable clouds; for a countless more births of mine,

O! Yes. Entirely and Insanely passionate was I. After each droplet of silver sweat that dribbled from your arms; in the transparent mirror of which I could relentlessly stare into the candid intricacies of my life,

O! Yes. Entirely and Unrelentingly passionate was I. After each sensuous whisper that emanated from your throat; which quelled even the most truculently unbearable of my misery; into the magical heartbeat of existence,

O! Yes. Entirely and Unceasingly passionate was I. After the invincible warmth of your magnetic bosom; in which I found divinely solace; amidst the most tumultuously hideous apocalypses and storms,

O! Yes. Entirely and Endlessly passionate was I. After each uncanny goose-bump on your reverberating skin; which triggered the most unassailable infernos of fertility; in all my brain; body and soul,

O! Yes. Entirely and Unimaginably passionate was I. After your bountifully Omnipotent palms; in each fold and line of which; was written and rewritten every aspect of my destiny; yet to royally unfurl,

O! Yes. Entirely and Bizarrely passionate was I. After your mysteriously intrepid shadow; that fomented me to fantasize beyond the realms of extraordinary utopia; in its shades of insatiably evoking lust,

O! Yes. Entirely and Unfathomably passionate was I. After every pinch of soil that you caressed; applying the same consecrated ash now on each of my wounds; to grant them eternal liberation and rest,

O! Yes. Entirely and Undyingly passionate was I. After your rustically enchanting simplicity; which forever led me in search of nothing else; but the absolute truth nestling in each ingredient of the planet divine,

O! Yes. Entirely and Imperceptibly passionate was I. After your honey laden nape; which made me feel the wealthiest man alive; as I gently nibbled through its nimble catacombs of profound womanhood,

O! Yes. Entirely and Unreasonably passionate was I. After your fierily ebullient breath; which never ever let me quit my life; forever enveloping it with rhapsodic desire; blessing it with the invincible essence to survive amongst a pack of wolves,

O! Yes. Entirely and Unshakably passionate was I. After every beat that leapt uninhibitedly from your immortal heart; which taught me that there was nothing else but love; in the starting and ending alphabet of life,

And now if the worthless world outside says; that falling into passion was committing a dreadfully unpardonable and inconsolable sin; then I for one was ready to commit this sin; again and again and again and again.

There’s a sweet little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically blossom till the pinnacle of resplendently ingratiating prosperity,

There’s a mesmerizing little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to evolve into an unfathomably compassionate gorge of friendship; as tangy as the rhapsodically ebullient oceans,

There’s an enchanting little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to marvelously burgeon till times beyond iridescent eternity; and enthuse even the most obfuscatedly alien of our times,

There’s a euphoric little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to spawn like an insatiably fragrant flower of gorgeous companionship; as the Sun blazed vibrantly from behind the mellifluous hills,

There’s a poignant little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to enthrall even the most obsoletely dithering nerves in our beleaguered bodies; to the
most stupendously unprecedented limits,

There’s a jubilant little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to ingratiatingly gallop to kiss the epitome of dazzling timelessness; and for
centuries immemorial,

There’s a victorious little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnipotently transcend; over the pernicious precipices of our disastrously dwindling derogatorily manipulative souls,

There’s an innocuous little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to profoundly rejuvenate our bizarrely estranged senses; with the vivaciously
sacrosanct tonic of life,

There’s an embellished little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to majestically drape our insipidly feckless deliriousness; with cisterns of unsurpassable sensuousness,

There’s a fantastic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to irrefutably overshadow our disparagingly deteriorating gloom; with fountains
of timeless happiness,

There’s an intriguing little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to invincibly sequester us in its bountiful swirl; fathomless kilometers away from the mortuary of inexplicable despair,
There’s an ecstatic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to Omnisciently overpower our insurmountable battalion of idiosyncrasies; with the its magical ointment of godly freshness,

There’s a spell binding little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to encapsulate us in its panoramically vivid embrace; bless every aspect of our haplessly shattered existence; with the gorgeously fructifying elixir of life,

There’s an eclectic little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to weave the unconquerable spell of its royal artistry; upon our monotonously delinquent life,

There’s a sacrosanct little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to magnanimously bless our ominously extradited rhythm; with its benevolently
humanitarian beats,

There’s a sparkling little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to miraculously cleanse all our dastardly cloistered dirt; with its heaven of fathomless righteousness,

There’s a melodious little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to annihilate even the most mercurial trace of prejudiced paradoxism in our blood; with its tunes of celestially unassailable truth,

There’s a beautiful little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to enshroud us with philanthropic graciousness; insuperably conquering the cry of the ungainly devil with the winds of perennially uninhibited freedom,

There’s a mystical little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to everlastingly stupefy us with an entrenchment of impregnable newness; with the limitless enthuse of its pristine eyes,

And there’s an exhilarating little child in all of us; come lets wholeheartedly allow it to inundate the song of immortal love; in our forlornly disbelieving and satanically fretful lives

Religion is that – what even the most infinitesimal cranny of your eyes wanted to see—inexhaustibly absorb; admire; yearn for till times beyond infinity and even beyond your veritably stinking grave,

Religion is that – what each ingredient of your blood inexhaustibly craved to be a part of – flow for with an untamed zeal resembling the unendingly vivacious expanse of the crystalline blue sky,

Religion is that – what the innermost voices of your conscience felt to be the ultimate truth – irrespective of whatever be the place; time; situation; moment or  conditionality of impoverished & truncated life,

Religion is that—what every part of your feet wanted to ardently step on – pave an inimitably righteous path of their very own amidst a brutal quagmire of emotions and squalid commercialism all around,

Religion is that – what your hands wanted to give the most unflinchingly definitive shape to – such an unfailing silhouette of eternal friendship which was impossible for even the most beguiling of demons to disrupt,

Religion is that– what your lips wanted to kiss 24 X 7 – perpetuating even the most bizarrely frazzled persona to uninhibitedly soar in wisps of unfettered paradise,

Religion is that – what your nostrils wanted to inhale till the last breath of life – an entrenchment of unassailable compassion which made existence the most priceless chapter of destiny,

Religion is that – what your fingers wanted to timelessly intertwine with each unveiling instant – bask in the spirit of invincibly bountiful friendship for times beyond an unfathomable infinite,

Religion is that—what each part of your ears wanted to mellifluously hear – enthrall to the most unprecedented of capacities in the everlastingly symbiotic tunes of blissful survival,

Religion is that—what your palms wanted to infallibly clasp forever and ever and ever – that united strength of togetherness that granted you the temerity to palpitate even in the most apocalyptically disastrous of storms and times,

Religion is that—what your mouth wanted to perennially talk and sing praises about – rhapsodically engulfing each element of the atmosphere around you with the unbridled happiness of a countless lifetimes in one,

Religion is that—what each of your bones felt the most resolutely strong for—defending each honest and fructifying voice from within like the citadel of the gods,

Religion is that—what your mind fantasized till beyond the most unbelievably beautiful limits—and thereby felt in the seventh heaven of ubiquitous prosperity whilst traversing each instant on mundane earth,

Religion is that—what your shoulders philanthropically hoisted from one end of your adventure to the other—being a selfless harbinger of humanity to mitigate each ounce of sorrow with profound camaraderie and care,

Religion is that—what your legs want to ecstatically gallop after; like the horizons indefatigably running after the Sun—the most tantalizing mirage which tirelessly triggers you to achieve more and more and more,

Religion is that—what the tiniest cranny of your soul unshakably radiates – permeating such a yearning that you continued to wondrously exist beyond your corpse for a countless more lives and lifetimes,

Religion is that—what your heart feels is the absolute epitome of righteousness—no matter how uncouthly the barbarous planet outside chose to devour every bit of you; from your very roots,

So folks lets forget everything else; come lets move united and forward;  come lets live this immortal religion of our hearts to the fullest; come lets forget our disdainfully castrated pasts and give this new religion of ours a fresh try—and our very very best .

I was completely brown when I was born; emitted my first cry,
As my mother hoisted me high in the air towards the almighty; asking him to bless me with fairer complexion.

I was completely brown when I matured into youth; shedding all innocence of childhood,
And didn’t possess the faintest streak of white on my demeanor; making it easy for people to sight me in the crowd.

I was completely brown in sunlight; as acrimonious rays of the sun struck my persona,
Refrained to impregnate a darker texture in my skin; stood unfazed as the tumultuous heat took its tyranny.

I was completely brown when I had an attack of severe cold; with loads of mucus dribbling down my nose,
And every unleashing minute that unfolded; prompting me to thunderously sneeze.

I was completely brown when burglars entered my dwelling; pilfering handsome amounts of currency,
Threatening me to divulge secrets; marauding my intricate documents placed by the golden lamp.

And I remained completely brown when I died; relinquishing my final terrestrial breath,
Simply didn’t change color; nor did allow any other shade to blend with my perpetual brown.

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While when you were born; you had a snow white complexion of the skin,
And your mother praised you in elders with bombastic flattery; feeling blessed to have you white.

When you matured to youth; you acquired a silken tan to contrast with
your white,
Making you the darling of furtive philanders; with a battalion of young men dying to court with you.

When you were in dazzling light of the celestial sun; you acquired a distinctive tan,
Coating your supple face with profound lines of black; inundating your skin with yellow freckles.

When you had an attack of severe cold; prompting you to blow your nose umpteenth times in an hour,
Your skin turned crimson red; with infinite patches in your neck developing disdainful allergy.

When nefarious burglars invaded your house; your face transited to a deathly white,
Seemed immensely pallid; with your resplendent color fading like the day unveils itself into the morbid night.

And when eventually you departed for your heavenly abode; your complexion changed to nimble blue,
Kept changing to darker perspectives of blue; with your fairness now converted to obnoxious filaments of variegated color.

and yet after all this; you had the impetuous audacity to call me colored!

When smoke grey clouds in the cosmos collided with each other,
there were monstrous reverberations of brutal thunder; succeeded by rain showers of inclement rain.

When rustically adorned leaves of the tree collided with each other,
the atmosphere was engulfed with enchanting melody; at the outbreak of dawn.

When saline waves of the ocean collided with each other,
there was Herculean amount of white spray that diffused with vibrant tenacity.

When chrome tipped utensils in the kitchen collided with each other,
there were discordant sounds that unrelentingly pierced; sensitive arenas of eardrum.

When sedans traversing at whirlwind speeds collided with each other,
the aftermath rendered their princely silhouette to threadbare distortions of junk.

When the rays of ‘Sun God’ collided with cloistered earth,
the darkness was thoroughly illuminated with beams of perpetual light.

When hands bereft of jewellery collided with each other,
crisp noises of triumph echoed through corridors of nonchalant doom.

When puffs of disdainful smoke collided with pelting showers of water,
traces of obnoxious dirt got annihilated in the fury of rain.

When immaculate globules of fresh milk collided with child lips,
obstreperous cries of the infant were instantly pacified; as he succumbed to the delights of invincible sleep.

When blatant lies collided with impeccable anecdotes of honesty,
the sacrosanct aura of truth devoured every bit of malpractice; radiating vociferously with a perennial shine.

When fleet footed mongoose collided with the venomous snake,
the innocuous creature registered a swashbuckling victory over its deadly counterpart.

When exorbitant hatred collided with a mountain of love,
the harmony in compassion transformed it into a philanthropic entity.

And when the nefarious devil collided with the omniscient persona of GodHead,
he lay massacred in realms of parasitic hell

The water was icily cold,
colored to sinister reptile brown,
coated with oxygen and aroma,
with a tinge of sweetened flavour,
and specific gravity more than one,
refrigerated in automatic mechanized plants,
passing through innumerable check monitors,
dictating strict conditions of health and hygiene,
an amalgamate of water and black vapour,
aerated to add spice to taste,
an artificial alternative of quenching thirst,
soaring to dizzy heights in the blazing sun,
a symbol of universal sophistication,
an essential ingredient for all occasions,’
a genuine appetizer for millions of bowels,
identical to alcohol before consumption,
an omnipresent commodity in shopping centers,
stone offices and cinema halls,.
spreading waves of unanimous addiction,
bottled at source in hexa inch tin metal,
with emblems of pepsi, coke, fanta, sprite…etc,
producing frothy gas when shaken,
tingling sensations when consumed,
euphoric shouts when sighted in sweat,
it doesn’t take a specialist to realize,
that i am describing a cold soda drink

I leapt audaciously from the balcony rail; hurtling at full speeds towards the obdurate ground,
However I escaped without a scar to my skin; and all my bones solidly agglutinated to each other.

I plummeted from the top floor of the edifice; increasing my velocity as I approached the ground,
However I got up instantly a few seconds after the fall; smiling frivolously at the austere Sun.

I jumped from the aircraft flying at unprecedented heights; floating gradually towards the earth,
However when I did land; I thoroughly maintained my stoicism; and refrained to cry.

I plunged from unfathomable heights of the diving board into the pool; cascading as straight as an arrow into the waters,
However as I fell with a thunderous roar; I swam up to the surface feeling unperturbed by the commotion.

I tripped inadvertently from the roof while playing; heading in perfect alignment with the rocky stones,
However my flesh didn’t bleed neither did my eyes tear; even after the deafening impact.

I was pushed into the thousand feet deep well by a bunch of miscreants; as my cries echoed through the slimy walls,
However as I tasted the blend of frog and dead fish; I still escaped unhurt and with an enchanting glow in my eyes.

I flung myself from the tall tree to flee from the venomous reptiles; diving head on towards an assemblage of wildly sprawled thorns,
However after landing I gazed pacifically at the opalescent moon; unfazed and relishing my close proximity with the thorns.

I stepped out of the speeding train; catapulting several kilometers before I came to a state of inertia,
However at last when I discovered my breath; there were no signs at all of broken bones or deadly fracture.

Well I think the time is conducive to reveal the secret that lay imprisoned in my heart,
I had worn large rings of coiled springs completely encompassing my back,
Flocculent foams of Dunlop compactly fitted to my persona; with satin balls of cotton clinging like a new born to my cheek,
The cotton and coiled springs had saved me on umpteenth an occasion; granting me a chance to live and profoundly admire the beauty that I saw.

C’mon shoot me in my eye; Am ready this very minute to fearlessly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of blissfully unprejudiced and
timelessly garnishing; empathy.

C’mon shoot me in my lips; Am ready this very minute to unflinchingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of eternally rhapsodic and
unsurpassably unhindered; desire.

C’mon shoot me in my chest; Am ready this very minute to unrestrictedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fantastically symbiotic
and pricelessly unbridled; humanity.

C’mon shoot me in my palms; Am ready this very minute to unlimitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of magically ameliorating
and synergistically healing; friendship.

C’mon shoot me in my crotch; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of stupendously proliferating and endlessly eclectic; virility.

C’mon shoot me in my feet; Am ready this very minute to unabashedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of poignantly sensuous and
jubilantly exultating; adventure.

C’mon shoot me in my shoulders; Am ready this very minute to undauntedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of triumphantly bounteous and spell bindingly ever-pervading; camaraderie.

C’mon shoot me in my throat; Am ready this very minute to unremittingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of victoriously effulgent and perennially benign; melody.

C’mon shoot me in my bloodstreams; Am ready this very minute to unstoppably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of inimitably divine and ubiquitously compassionate; brotherhood.

C’mon shoot me in my brain; Am ready this very minute to unhesitatingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unendingly enamoring and
boundlessly ecstatic; fantasy.

C’mon shoot me in my veins; Am ready this very minute to spontaneously take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unceasingly miraculous
and timelessly emancipating; solidarity.

C’mon shoot me in my nails; Am ready this very minute to unnervingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that inimitably innocuous and
beautifully unadulterated; mischief.

C’mon shoot me in my ears; Am ready this very minute to uncontrollably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of astoundingly undefeated
and piquantly fabulous; sensitivity.

C’mon shoot me in my tongue; Am ready this very minute to unbendingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of vivaciously unbridled
and gloriously unfettered; sensuality.

C’mon shoot me in my spine; Am ready this very minute to undyingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unconquerably burgeoning and
celestially untamed; freedom.

C’mon shoot me in my belly; Am ready this very minute to uninhibitedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of unfathomably vivid and
tantalizingly voluptuous; seduction.

C’mon shoot me in my conscience; Am ready this very minute to irretrievably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of irrefutably indomitable and perpetually consecrating; truth.

C’mon shoot me in my eyelashes; Am ready this very minute to unperturbedly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of fathomlessly resplendent and limitlessly reborn; flirtation.

C’mon shoot me in my nostrils; Am ready this very minute to unshakably take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of perennially iridescent
and ebulliently fructifying; life.

C’mon shoot me in my heart; Am ready this very minute to uncomplainingly take an infinite bullets. But each bullet should only be that of immortally Omnipotent
and insuperably bonding; love.

They can chew hard sugarcane,
entangle seeds from fibrous fruits,
snatch fodder for survival,
bite into hard skull of coconut,
gnaw at hard pieces of chicken bone,
hold things about to tumble down,
hang on branches for protection,
dig tunnels of earth if required,
chatter incessantly when struck by cold,
nibble large chunks of chocolate cake,
sip greedily water, champagne, and fruit juice,
gnarl in frustration and intense anger,
tear apart flowing strands of silk,
make crisp noises when struck,
relish tasty food, frosty delights of white cream,
mould wax to idols for sale,
they come in bunches of glittering 16,
with exterior polish of natural enamel,
embedded firmly in skin cavities of hard jaw,
closley stitched with spit and blood,
small sized white buds at birth,
having split personality of being named as,
baby milk and hardened yellow,
making passage for flexible tongue,
facilitating speech and innocent smiles,
a precious gift of the living anatomy,
nominated as imperative for healthy life,
a thorough churner of consumed goods,
brushed thrice a day with fluoride paste,
projecting it as an object of desire,
is all that needs to be mentioned,
about a cluster of teeth.