Nikhil Parekh

"I am Nikhil Parekh, currently trespassing on the sacrosanct soil, of Indian land, breathing exuberant air in my lungs, at 25 years of age...The only thing that I would like to describe about myself, is that, I consider myself to be an inconspicuous molecule out of the infinite Almighty Lord, has created to live on this fathomless Universe....The other thing, that I would like to say here about my countenance, is that its a fanatic persona I posses, profoundly and insatiably dedicated to only reading, writing, evolving, breathing, living, dying, eating, sleeping, fantasizing, witnessing, conceiving, romanticizing, only poetry, poetry and only poetry, till the time I live, and even centuries unprecedented after I relinquish my last breath....

My only hobby is to breathe, sleep, die, have infinite lives more because of poetry, and infinite deaths more, because of poetry...Don't ask me anything except poetry...Its the only reason I live for, and blood traverses faster than white lightening in my veins...I can only speak poetry, and speak for poetry....For, then I would be speaking my heart out, and that's what I believe each tangible organism created by the Almighty Creator should do, just speak his heart out...Just listen to the inner most voices circulating in the heart....That's the greatest richness which exists on this planet....All other riches, are entirely inconsequential except that...

The heart lives even after death, and that’s what we all should live for...Believe me, if we listen to its inner most core fulminating all night and day, we'll never be defeated or decimated, by any acrimonious obstacle wandering on this planet...And even if, we don't live, we will still continue to exist as the happiest souls, blending with the harmony of the impeccable heart and its everlasting ocean of passionate beats... "

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SADLY WITHOUT ITS BEATS
By Nikhil Parekh

Please let us sing together;
flooding the dolorously sultry atmosphere
with the ingratiating passion in our voice,

Please let us smile together,
enlightening the lives of our dwindling compatriots
with optimistic rays of hope,

Please let us whistle together,
piercing the sullen Carpets of air with our boisterously bubbly tunes;
Spawning new life into the countless;
as every instant Unveiled,

Please let us fantasize together,
conceiving the most Mesmerizing beauty
overwhelming this fathomless Universe;
catapulting into a land as enchanting as the Divine,

Please let us evolve together,
procreating our own Progeny;
so that we contributed our very best towards continuing
your cherished chapter of existence,

Please let us eat together,
appeasing the hunger of our famished stomachs;
to transit thereafter into Realms
of majestically heavenly sleep,

Please let us pray together;
asking you to alleviate us of our sins
committed inadvertently;
asking you to bless the entire human race
with unfathomable Happiness,

Please let us mischief together;
frolicking in the Aisles of innocuous childhood;
even after crossing the Threshold
of manipulative maturity,

Please let us run together;
accomplishing our mission of saving the planet
with invincible grit and Determination;
bonding our spirit with all those Philanthropic;

in the true spirit of solidarity,
Please let us embrace together;
incarcerating our tumultuously rising flames in our body as one,
under Torrential cloudbursts of rain,

Please let us cry together,
commiserating wholesomely with our pain;
resiliently proliferating from the Ashes again;
to challenge every aspect of
Acrimoniously treacherous life,

Please let us dance together;
mystically diffusing our Magical incantation
in every flower that blossomed
Under sizzling rays of the Sun,

Please let us whisper together,
portraying the most Innermost feelings of our heart
to unprecedented Limits beyond the sky;
triggering off the marvelously milky night
with glory of our untamed romance,

Please let us swim together,
conquering each Diabolically swirling wave
with the insurmountable Conviction in our bodies;
profusely blending with the Exuberant spirit of adventure,

Please let us sketch together,
encapsulating the most Stupendously ravishing beauty
in this Universe in the Barren canvas;
that lay delectably on our palms,

Please let us drink together;
assimilating all the Happiness on this boundless planet;
toasting the most Memorable moments of our lives
in the astoundingly silken darkness,

Please let us hear together;
absorbing the Unsurpassable melody in the winds;
gyrate beyond Corridors of ecstasy
for times immemorial,

Please let us breath together;
live each moment of Existence to its unfathomable fullest;
living life Higher than the clouds
and affording the same for our Fellow comrades,

And most importantly please grant us death together O!
Almighty Lord;
For if you took one of us away before the other,
then Of course the heart would definitely continue to live,

But sadly without its beats…

A TRIBUTE TO AMERICA - THEY WERE STILL ALIVE
By Nikhil Parekh

The bellows of smoke that rose in the air;
still had poignant traces of their breath,
The splinters of glass shattered all around,
still had Profound stains of their blood,
The gargantuan slabs of concrete lying in disarray;
Still had brutally pulverized fragments of their Valiant bones,
The incoherently shaped mirrors poking out from the Rubble;
still had their terrorized reflections,
The sordid bits of paper blended with stone;
still had embodiments of their last minute declarations,
The disastrously squelched telephone pieces;
still had shrill recordings of their horrified and ghastly Screams,
The unconsumed cakes of food adhering to the severely Distorted lifts;
still had vivacious traces of their Saliva,
The strands of metallic junk diffusing from the broken Car seats;
still had the blurred photo of their Beloved,
The ripped apart fragments of curtain cloth wound
Limply around the gleaming iron nails;
still contained Curled masses of their blood soaked hair,
The disdainfully beaten pieces of plaster engulfed in Clouds of dust;
were still impregnated with scores of their shimmering teeth,
The mud sprinkled for kilometers on the stretch;
was still moist with their river of agonized tears;
which must have profusely oozed out from their cheeks,
The mammoth sized pillars,
which once held the building one piece from beneath;
were still flooded with Bouquets of bruised flowers,
which they had been just rewarded for their achievements,
The eagle, which incessantly encircled the appalling Sight;
still had their expensive chains of silver in its beak,
The thoroughly dismantled upholstery buried several Feet under the debris;
still contained compassionate Traces of their warmth,
The computer screens split apart into infinite halves,
Still displayed nostalgic images of their eyes,
The majestic wall paintings battered and bashed from all sides;
still had animated marks of their caress,
The revolving chairs now an inconspicuous shadow of themselves;
still had a fine conglomerate of chocolate Powder;
which they must be merrily munching a few Seconds before,
The colossal chimneys, which were now reduced to Matchsticks;
still had their countless dreams rampantly lingering around,
And who says they were dead?
For if not anybody; but It is my firm belief that they were living;
as no Matter how unprecedented was the tragedy;
no matter how horrific their destiny had been;
their hearts were Palpitating louder
than outside world several feet below the rubble;
with each beat louder than the other
And proclaiming that
THEY WERE STILL BREATHING AND ALIVE…

EVEN IF I WAS BORN DEAD
By Nikhil Parekh

I could relinquish all my clothes this very moment,
Shiver hysterically as turbulent cloud covers of snow
Tumbled ferociously from the sky,
I could relinquish all my fantasies this very moment,
Stare in mockingly dumb ridicule
towards abstruse bits of solitary air,
I could relinquish all my spurious pride this very Moment;
start hoarsely begging on the streets;
with my Profusely bedraggled hair
cascading disdainfully over my cheeks,
I could relinquish all my overwhelming courage
this Very moment;
surrender in meek submission to even the Ants
transgressing near the lavatory seat,
I could relinquish all my smiles this very moment,
Weep till times immemorial;
even though the Sun Outside glowed brighter
than when it was born,
I could relinquish all my blood this very moment,
Mercilessly extricate the indispensably life yielding Fluid
horrendously from its very roots,
I could relinquish all my teeth this very moment,
Uncouthly abrading them against obdurate biscuits
of Acrimoniously thorny steel,
I could relinquish all my taste this very moment,
Surviving wholesomely on stale left-overs
of Insurmountably decaying bread
blended with the bland Desert sands,
I could relinquish all my memory this very moment,
Frantically groping my way like a new born child
Amidst the myriad of boisterously whipping traffic,
I could relinquish all my daintily gifted features
This very moment; brutally ripping apart
each part of my robustly voluptuous skin,
I could relinquish all my astronomically earned wealth
This very moment; licking the mud in insatiable hunger
As the stomach cried beyond the realms of no control,
I could relinquish all my nerves this very moment,
Slithering in tumultuously painstaking agony
as the Vultures descended to confiscate my skeleton,
I could relinquish all my ambitions this very moment,
Loiter aimlessly with the sword of desperation
Penetrating me deeper and deeper
by the unveiling Minute,
I could relinquish all my prudently sagacious ability
To think this very moment; incurring a billion bomb Blasts incessantly
in the corridors of my tenderly palpable brain,
I could relinquish all my melodious voice this very Moment;
persevering to eternity to blurt even a single Alphabet;
although I possessed the most ingratiatingly Fabulous island of rosy tongue,
I could relinquish all my dexterity this very moment,
Maniacally executing only an inconspicuous task
for Decades unfathomable; although the Creator had gifted me
with boundless virtues of this world,
I could relinquish all my body this very moment,
Lingering like an insipidly treacherous and gloomy Spirit,
although mountains of raw tenacity engulfed each of my bones,
I could relinquish all my breath this very moment,
Incarcerating myself infinite feet beneath my burial Ground;
profoundly abdicating even the most minuscule Trace of tangible life,
But I couldn’t relinquish you O! Beloved;
for you were not only more precious to me
than any other entity on This Universe;
but my very reason to live;
even if I was born dead for infinite lives…

WRAPPED
By Nikhil Parekh

Wrap the innocuously sleeping child;
in quilts of Profoundly warm and compassionately silken fabric,
Wrap the colossal demeanor of ocean,
with a vivacious Flurry of gigantic waves,
Wrap the unfathomable cocoon of blue sky;
with a colorfully mesmerizing and vivid rainbow,
Wrap the barren body of bland soil,
with a coat of voluptuous green grass,
Wrap the blatantly naked tree;
with a blanket of Sumptuous and wildly tapering leaves,
Wrap the solitarily floating pearl;
with an Ingratiatingly carved shell of slimy oyster,
Wrap the sweltering deserts;
with fathomless globules of slippery sand
and mystically triangular camel Footprints,
Wrap the rosy persona of tongue,
with infinite buds of Taste and tons of tangy saliva,
Wrap the daintily sculptured neck;
with a festoon of Glistening emeralds and immortal shine,
Wrap the gargantuan body of mountains;
with the seductively cascading and impeccably white waterfall,
Wrap the rubicund complexioned lips;
with an Insatiably desirous and enchanting smile,
Wrap the bald scalp; with a shock of ravishing black Hair
swishing tantalizingly in the exuberant breeze,
Wrap the dilapidated castle walls;
with coats of Majestic ivory paint
and overwhelming oligarchic Charm,
Wrap the immaculate eyes;
with an island of enamoring Black eyelash
and flamboyantly fiery dark mascara,
Wrap the embarrassingly fat tortoise;
with a Formidably hard shell and perennial peace,
Wrap the cosmos at night,
with a resplendent carpet of Twinkling stars,
Wrap the shivering conglomerate of bones,
with Salubrious and robust flesh,
Wrap the palpable heart;
with a volley of thunderous and indefatigably passionate beats,
Wrap the divinely mother; with the cherished shadow
of Her perpetually innocent children,
And wrap my life O! Almighty Lord;
with invincible Love;
with love as my greatest wealth and fortitude
to Exist not only for this birth,
but for countless more
Births to unfurl….

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