Indian Poet Nikhil Parekh

Rays of glorious optimism; to kill the treacherously ghastly darkness of the sullen night,

Avalanches of tantalizing mysticism; to kill dreadful chapters of fetidly rotting monotony,

Dewdrops of philanthropic benevolence; to kill the bloody war of indiscriminate hatred,

Pearls of perpetual wisdom; to kill the famished tyranny of hopelessly debilitating illiteracy,

Cloudbursts of rhapsodic fantasy; to kill the painstaking agony of mutilating boredom,

Fountains of mesmerizing scent; to kill the disdainfully traumatic odor of manipulative prejudice,

Tornados of Herculean strength; to kill devastating laziness; slithering baselessly on chocolate brown wisps of mundane soil,

Fabulously sweet cocoons of honey; to kill ruthless animosity; parasitically sucking
all tribes,

Fireballs of untamed passion; to kill cold blooded frigidity; irrevocably refusing the web of mystique and love,

Mountains of astronomical conviction; to kill disastrous diffidence; deluged perennially in mournful remorse,

Rainshowers of irrefutable truth; to kill satanic chains of hideously ostentatious lies,
Swords of patriotic triumph; to kill traitors beheading their divinely sacrosanct motherland,

Volcano’s of unprecedented ecstasy; to kill self inflicted wounds of gory sorrow; tumultuously proliferating after caressing land,

Winds of insurmountable ambition; to kill utterly nonchalant staring into murky space; for centuries immemorial,

Voices of impeccably boisterous activity; to kill everlasting hours of compellingly abominable sleep,
Nostalgic reflections of childhood; to kill inevitably advancing age; and the fear of relinquishing all energy,

Romantic clouds of majestic art; to kill savage corruption and irate blasphemy of the living; in the stringently conventional society,

Perpetually augmenting thunderbolts of love; to kill insidiously capricious and perilous hatred,

And immortal rainbows of Godly life; to kill the heart of cowardly death; even before it could even nimbly arise.

For the sake of all those trapped mercilessly beneath the rubble; fighting helplessly against death,

For the sake of all those wails flooding the atmosphere; the fountain of innocent blood sprayed indiscriminately around,

For the sake of all those struggling for breath; moving their arms and feet despairingly under savage concrete,

For the sake of all those attendants; buried ruthlessly under the weight of their serving trays,

The perpetrators should be penalized to the highest degree; should be sent to God’s hell.

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For the sake of all those cars squelched to threadbare metal; infinite shards of acrid glass sprawled satanically around,

For the sake of all those firemen buried alive; while inadvertently trying to extricate the individuals trapped; douse the unrelenting flames and smoke,

For the sake of all those chunks of limp flesh sprinkled horrendously around; the torn remnants of victims peeping out from every corner,

For the sake of all those who were maimed for life; losing their limbs under bulky rods of hot iron,

The perpetrators should be penalized to the highest degree; should be sent to God’s hell.

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For the sake of all that darkness that engulfed the streets; in the heart of the brilliant morning,

For the sake of unprecedented terror that had crept in everyone’s souls; after the barbaric attacks,

For the sake of all those offices pulverized to inconspicuous dust; which were once the nerve center of the entire world,
For the sake of all those mourning relatives; that wept in uncontrolled hysteria as realization dawned upon,

The perpetrators should be penalized to the highest degree; should be sent to God’s hell.

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For the sake of unsurpassable devastation that had crept in all quarters of the planet; after the vicious attack,

For the sake of terrorizing the entire world; by committing irrevocable acts of brutality,

For the sake of all those graveyards; now brimming to capacity with lifeless mortals,

For the sake of countless numbers of wives waiting for their husbands; even when they knew that there were frugal chances of finding them alive,

And over and above all for the sake of all those lives lost; all those infants crawling without support on the ground; all those families rendered missionless after losing inevitable parts of their blood; all those mothers anxiously waiting for their son’s to
return with tears welling in their eyes,

The perpetrators should be penalized to the highest degree; should be sent to God’s hell.

The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged in partial darkness,

The eyes may have forgotten to close; staring unrelentingly in the blazing fires,

The trees may have forgotten to shed their leaves; enticed to sway in the moist breeze,

The birds may have forgotten to chirp; thoroughly engrossed in building their nests,

The clouds may have forgotten to rain; drifting away submissively with the wind,

The lion may have forgotten to roar; lost in the aisles of desire and sleep,

The chameleon may have forgotten to change its color; with its jaws busy in gobbling fat caterpillars,

The diamonds may have forgotten to shine; when they were placed in a
disdainful backdrop of coal,

The rose may have forgotten to diffuse scent; trying to breathe for its life amidst a heap of pungent pesticide,

The scorpion may have forgotten to sting; running haywire in a pool of slushy water,

The snow may have forgotten to melt; not wanting to leave the body of the handsome mountain,

The lips may have forgotten to smile; being besieged by day to day professionalism in society,

The ocean may have forgotten to evolve waves; yielding pathetically to the tumultuous storm,

The stars in the cosmos may have forgotten to twinkle; profoundly absorbed in watching the dainty fairies,

The deserts may have forgotten to be hot; relishing the prospects of freaking out in the rain,

The fingers may have forgotten to write; resting lazily under the silken feathered pillow,
The dog may have forgotten to bark; petrified for an instant by the demon standing before him,

The infant may have forgotten to cry; bemused for a moment by the wide ensemble of electronic toys,

The Creator inadvertently may have forgotten to look at every man; busy chalking strategies to run the Universe,

But me Forgetting her was Impossible; as she resided in the center of my heart; and every beat of mine wholesomely depended upon her breath that passionately flowed.

Knotted chords of jute dangle from ceiling,
with large throat sized loop hole,
engulfed in perennial pitch darkness,
freezing cold bare stone walls,
a battalion of mosquitoes hovering around,
bone skeletons partially stuck to floor,
ghastly designs portraying execution,
clouds of dirt, with a backdrop of blood,
the ambience was complete with long iron lever,
compressible at instants of death command.

the courtroom was packed with audience,
uniformed guards, fool proof security,
black coated lawyers, bespectacled judge,
the murderer was in a sandalwood kiosk,
tears oozing from eyes, lips painted with fresh blood,
a volley of arguments followed pursuit,
law professionals displayed tact and eloquence,
with the killer being invited to dilapidated gallows,
ruthlessly hung, with dark hood covering face,
an aftermath of justice ink printing,
to be hanged till death

No amount of wealth was enough to appease him; the boundless dungeons impregnated with glittering gold and silver; proved to be wholesomely futile,

No amount of cloth was enough to appease him; the colossal fields of blossoming cotton; the mountain of tenacious jute lying limp in the warehouses; proved to
be gruesomely useless,

No amount of literature was enough to appease him; the gargantuan bundles of spell binding history; the innumerable number of scriptures portraying legendary times proved to be of simply no use,

No amount of water was enough to appease him; the supremely colossal assemblage of salty ocean waters; every globule of liquid lying scattered on this earth; proved
to be overwhelmingly miserly,

No amount of sand was enough to appease him; the mammoth lands of the desert; the chunks of mud sprawled loosely all around the globe; proved to be infinitesimally incomplete to gain his attention,

No amount of ostentation was enough to appease him; the fathomless battalion of mermaids embellished with exotic flower buds; the fabulous perfume emanating in
abundance from their bodies proved to be a profoundly lost chance,

No amount of light was enough to appease him; the tremendously unsurpassable blazing island of Sun; the enormous festoon of artificial silvery rays; proved a
power too less to captivate his attention,

No amount of cars were enough to appease him; the entire fleet of swanky automobiles lines royally in front of the palace; every motorized engine loitering
on the trajectory of this planet; proved to be more minuscule than the red ant to grab his eyes,

No amount of speech was enough to appease him; the most eloquently woven sentences; the most delectable of voices floating in every cranny of the earth;
proved utterly hopeless to drift his intense concentration,

No amount of plants were enough to appease him; the entire outgrowth of the vivaciously wild jungle; the unprecedentedly huge garden of roses enticing all with
their fragrance; proved too wild to waver his Omnipotent nose,

No amount of power was enough to appease him; the Herculean strength in the bulging muscles of the boxer; the astronomical resilience that the entire township put up in coalition; proved more diminutive than the frigid straw in front of his Omniscient aura,

No amount of flattery was enough to appease him; the unsurpassable myriad of amicable phrases; infinite slaves kneeling down on his feet in meek obeisance;
proved too insipid to conjure his attention,

No amount of heroism was enough to appease him; the entire galaxy of brilliantly scintillating stars; ostentatiously dressed angels walking animatedly and in voluptuous twists on the ramp; proved to frivolous and morbid to evoke his tingling excitement,

No amount of color was enough to appease him; the stupendously vivid shades of the rainbow; the billions of grandiloquent paintings embossed on the cave walls;
proved too bland to match his irrefutably resplendent complexion,

No amount of space was enough to appease him; the vast expanse of azure blue sky; the incomprehensible winds of euphoric atmosphere; proved just a tiny whisker in
front of his invincible power,

No amount of victory was enough to appease him; the brutal assassination of millions to become the emperor; winning the mightiest of battle that came in
the way; proved too inconspicuous to lure his vision towards you,

No amount of seniority was enough too appease him; the entire ministry spear headed by the esteemed president; the government ruling the entire world;
proved too infinitesimal in front of his impregnable power,

No amount of bloodshed was enough to appease him; the innumerable anecdotes of indiscriminate slaughter; the uncouth slaining of innocent heads in the quest of
achieving territories beyond the greatest; proved an absolutely horrendous effort to try and make him wink,

And you didn’t even have to emulate a sagacious saint or meditate incessantly in order to imprison his attention; Infact all one needed to do was to live harmoniously
in synergy with nature; propagate the virtue of immortal love to as far and distant as one could; spread the essence of equality in whomsoever one encountered; and then you would see it for yourself; that what the most biggest of things had failed to
have an impact; just a small little word called ‘Love’, was enough in order to
appease the Almighty Creator.

I drenched myself with golden honey liquid, sped to jungles to feed famished insects

I had crisp currency notes stashed in cloth cellars of trouser, distributed knives with razor blades, to my fellow beings in heart breaking agony.

I slept in luxury on cushioned foam of air cooled palace,
opened lock proof doors, inviting masses residing in tumbledown huts.

i wore grey linen suit studded with infinite beads of gold,
shed bits of cloth, sprinkled balls of thick silver,
as I trespassed through victimized regions of the globe.

I drank mammoth bottles of rich brown rum,
supplied a fleet of tankers, with gallons of water,
to scorched population, on dry flaming land.

I consumed pungent slices of bacon, tore greedily through chunks of
chocolate bread,
inaugurated a king sized food plaza, offering plain rice and curry,
to those shrunk to mere skeleton skins, all throughout the day.

I roamed round the clock in bullet proof silver sedan,
with an army of helicopters hovering above,
I reserved glass facaded showrooms full of high powered bike,
for bare feet trampling needle shaped weeds emanating from soil.

I attended school offering elite courses in management,
reclined on plush chair, while copying notes,
built school monasteries to educate the girl child.

I bathed in luke warm water,
drizzling from multiple pores of modern shower assembly,
supplied electric geysers with aluminum coil,
to those freezing in chilly currents of winter wind.

this is my pledge to all affluent existing,
try and emulate, a fraction of my benevolent deeds,
the creator will bless you with more than you could ever foresee.

It might have sunk like frigid ice to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where unconquerable royalty radiated from even the most infinitesimal element,

It might have sunk like non-existent air to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever consider the Titanic as a ship; where the true flavor of all fraternities of humanity; reigned emotionally charged and supreme at all times,

It might have sunk like a new born infant to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there perennially wafted an impregnable atmosphere of pricelessly eternal compassion,

It might have sunk like an invisible speck to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the spirit of Omnipotent God was endlessly praised; in its most unassailably bestowing form,

It might have sunk like a deplorably defeated teardrop to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the heavens of the most ultimate fantasy ruled supreme; in even the most blackened corners; tapestries; cisterns and stairs,

It might have sunk like a lifeless solider to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the definition of true sacrifice was immortalized; like never before on this fathomless planet,

It might have sunk like an amorphous ant to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there flew kisses of all sizes and shapes; in every conceivable direction; poignant and galore,

It might have sunk like besmirched sour cream to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there was a perfect blend of people of virtually every religion; traveling to the most cherished
destination of their life,

It might have sunk like disdainfully shattered glass to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there the finest wine and cuisine were ecstatically served in one half; whilst the other; perpetually rejoiced and unabashedly danced to the tunes of rum and humanity,

It might have sunk like meaningless vacuum to the rock bottom of the ocean;
but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the longest insatiable locking of two lips into a kiss; was ever registered on this boundless enamoring planet,

It might have sunk like impoverished chowder to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the most inimitably cherishable moments of existence; were lived by thousands; within just two days,

It might have sunk like neglected seaweed to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the heart of the infallibly intrepid sea; was inscrutably captured within each pristine wall,

It might have sunk like despicably thwarted ash to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where an insuperable ensemble of artists; exuberantly sang till their very last breath; even as
hell unstoppably rained around,

It might have sunk like despairing oblivion to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where thousands prayed for rhapsodic life and happiness; affably holding hand in hand and together,

It might have sunk like a fecklessly butchered whisker to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the most unconquerably golden moments of passion; were captured with astounding propensity upon the fabric of white canvas,

It might have sunk like a lackadaisical feather to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where even the most gigantic structures; ceilings and obdurate iron; perennially floated around as invincibly aristocratic silk,

It might have sunk like a lifeless corpse to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where the flaming Sun played hide-n-seek till eternity; as nubile couples mischievously cavorted up and down the numerous rails and decks,

It might have sunk like a cadaverously hammered bone to the rock bottom of
the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there was nothing else to do; but interminably dream; dream and simply and majestically dream,

It might have sunk like despondently distorted pulp to the rock bottom of the ocean; but I for one would forever remember the Titanic as a ship; where there everlastingly throbbed the heartbeat of immortal love; between “Jack” and “Rose”; irrespective of whether the physical forms stayed or crumbled; irrespective of whether there prevailed life or hopeless death.

If it was your lusciously mesmerizing lips that wonderfully whispered; then it was my ardently igniting kisses that would do every bit of the timelessly enthralling talking,

If it was your fantastically hazel eyes that tranquilly whispered; then it was my indefatigably vivacious eyelashes that would do every bit of the timelessly flirtatious talking,

If it was your intrepidly celestial ears that charismatically whispered; then it was my inexhaustibly exploring tongue that would do every bit of the timelessly exploring talking,

If it was your seductively redolent feet that uninhibitedly whispered; then it was my irrefutably infallible trail that would do every bit of the timelessly adventurous talking,

If it was your daintily articulate fingers that unrestrictedly whispered; then it was my magically ameliorating artistry that would do every bit of the timelessly passionate talking,

If it was your celestially symbiotic shoulders that fantastically whispered; then it was my innocuously pristine selflessness that would do every bit of the timelessly redolent talking,

If it was your enigmatically unruly armpits that seductively whispered; then it was my pricelessly golden perspiration that would do every bit of the timelessly bountiful talking,

If it was your impeccably nubile chin that ebulliently whispered; then it were my infinite enamoring goose-bumps that would do every bit of the timelessly undefeated talking,

If it was your voluptuously ardent breasts that resplendently whispered; then it was my unceasingly kneading palms that would do every bit of the timelessly unbridled talking,

If it was your iridescently embellished belly that jubilantly whispered; then it was my unstoppably machismo hunger that would do every bit of the timelessly intermingling talking,

If it was your triumphantly truthful veins that ecstatically whispered; then it was my unassailably crimson blood that would do every bit of the timelessly blessed talking,
If it was your innovatively intriguing brain that unrestrictedly whispered; then it was my astoundingly fathomless fantasy that would do every bit of the timelessly exhilarating talking,

If it was your exotically desirous thighs that spell bindingly whispered; then it was my uncannily untamed electricity that would do every bit of the timelessly fervent talking,

If it was your unbelievably mellifluous throat that gorgeously whispered; then it was my inimitably new-born voice that would do every bit of the timelessly effulgent talking,

If it was your beautifully sculptured toes that inscrutably whispered; then it was my unfathomably magical shadow that would do every bit of the timelessly endowing talking,

If it was your piquantly hissing panic button that surreptitiously whispered; then it was my mischievously nibbling teeth that would do every bit of the timelessly reinvigorating talking,

If it was your insuperably Omniscient nostrils that beautifully whispered; then it was my immortally unsinkable life that would do every bit of the timelessly united talking,

If it was your perpetually throbbing heart that clandestinely whispered; then it was my unconquerably undying love that would do every bit of the timelessly coalescing talking,

And if unfortunately; not even the most infinitesimal iota of your mind; body or soul ever whispered; then even without the tiniest of your tangible innuendo; each beat of my heart; blood and breath would still forever and ever and ever bond with every aspect of your philanthropically emollient life; would still forever and ever and ever do every bit of the timelessly inseparable talking.

I meticulously counted the number of waves; rising and falling in the majestically undulating sea, I sang occasionally with the birds; humming a myriad of spell binding tunes,
I tore a sheet of lanky dilapidated paper; into measly bits of orphaned fragments,
I nonchalantly kicked each stone that confronted me in my way; hurling it high and handsome towards mystical puffs of sky,
O! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.

I shooed the birds sitting tranquilly on the jaded rocks; chasing them till the point I wholesomely collapsed in a bedraggled heap on cold ground,
I made boundless sandcastles in insurmountably slippery sand; dismantling them as they gathered the slightest of solid proportion,
I held my ear abysmally close to the hollow walls; awaiting for the tiniest of sound that simply wasn’t there,
I indefatigably kept chanting a silly tune; giving it the pompously pretentious status of being the astronomical best,
O! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.

I voraciously rubbed my glasses till the time they shone vivaciously bright; although they were already sparkling more than the mid-day Sun,
I tied my handkerchief into unfathomable number of folds; spent countless moments thereafter in entangling the disdainful mess of my insane creation,
I washed my body vigorously all throughout the night; evacuating the last bit of superficial dirt that just wasn’t to be seen,
I flipped through pages of the bulky history book; browsing through an unending labyrinth of dates; with beads of exasperating sweat trickling feverishly down my nape,
O! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.

I yawned like a maniacally fanatic; although the bones incarcerated in my body rared to surge forward with spurts of exuberant enthusiasm,
I chewed slices of tangy gum for times immemorial; evolving a cocoon of bubbles only to obnoxiously burst them,
I incoherently scribbled gargantuan tons of literature on barren paper; expending Herculean loads of my lazy frustration on my tiny little fountain pen,
I relentlessly kept tapping my nimble feet; scowling in inexplicable disdain at whomsoever who encountered me in my way.
O! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.

Whether you be the most triumphant vanguard of all civilization; or whether you be a mist of inimitably silken desire; sensuously enveloping every cranny of this beleaguered planet in cloudbursts of ardent desire,
Whether you be an indomitably towering mountain top; or whether you be a river of perennial enchantment; cascading down the ever-pervading Himalayas,
Whether you be a garden of celestially endowing roses; or whether you be the sky of fathomlessly invincible truth; miraculously mitigating even the most ephemeral speck of sorrow; from the periphery of this estranged Universe,
Whether you be a timelessly resplendent star; or whether you be a boundless playground of ecstatic frolic; merrily cavorting till times beyond eternity; behind the handsomely Sun soaked hills,
Time is an unstoppably inevitable whirlwind which simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most unprecedentedly euphoric limits; or be swept like a frigidly inane matchstick in its
unrelentingly inexorable swirl.

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Whether you be a cloud of exotically voluptuous titillation; or whether you be an impeccably spell binding saint; rising to the most sagaciously sacrosanct degrees of self control,
Whether you be a reindeer of unlimited prosperity; or whether you be an uninhibitedly blazing wave of indefatigably unparalleled optimism,
Whether you be a stupendously unassailable incense stick of unflinching righteousness; or whether you be an enigmatically supernatural idol; selflessly
exorcising yourself from even the most infinitesimal bit of worldly desire,
Whether you be the everlastingly titillating voice of the enchanting nightingale; or whether you be an effervescently mystical kite; floating in invincibly untainted sky,
Time is an uncontrollably inevitable maelstrom which simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most unbelievably ecstatic limits; or be devoured in its tirelessly unremitting wisps like the orphaned whisker of the sultry broomstick.

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Whether you be a tornado of uncanny exhilaration; or whether you be the ebulliently gyrating feathers of the peacock; under the very first drops of eternally magnificent rain,
Whether you be the uncrowned King of the entire opalescent planet; or whether you be the most venerated poet of the century; mellifluously stirring trillions of hearts with the spirit of magical brotherhood and immortal love,
Whether you be a fountain of benevolently untainted innocence; or whether you be the meadows of ubiquitously untamed mischief; unraveling into Godly childhood every unfurling instant of the gloriously Sunlit day,
Whether you be a brazenly revolutionary echo that defies all murderously decrepit convention; or whether you be an unconquerably princely panther; gleefully marauding at your very own will; through the bushy undergrowths of the ravishing forest,
Time is a tirelessly inevitable waterfall which simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to
the most propitiously sensational limits; or be buried forever and ever and ever beneath your veritable corpse; losing to its undefeatable essence even before you were born.

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Whether you be the heavenly zephyr blissfully blowing across the panoramic landscapes; or whether you be the non-invasively surreal dewdrop amiably clinging to
mother grass,
Whether you be the most eclectic entity ever born on this gigantically blessing planet; or whether you be the ultimate harbinger of all torturously bereaved and
preposterously aggrieved humanity,
Whether you be that leaf on the tree which never falls; or whether you be the most opulent organism on this colossal Universe; with even the saliva oozing from your mouth being of astoundingly glittering gold,
Whether you be an apostle of timelessly impregnable peace; or whether you be an infallible chariot of unfettered success; embedding the flag of altruistically enamoring triumph on every inch of this symbiotic earth,
Time is an incredulously gushing tornado which simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most insuperably royal of limits; or become just another of its haplessly prattling victim; like countless greats have already been in the past; like your raving kind.