Nikhil Parekh Poems

I knew a guy named 'angel'; who as his name suggests should have been as sacrosanct as gods residing in the cosmos,
However when one encountered him in pragmatic reality; he looked like an diabolical giant; with unruly strands of hair prominently cascading down his nape.

I knew a guy named 'Tarzan'; who as his name suggests should have been as strong as the rocks; with a plethora of muscles bulging through his shirt,
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When I placed it in my mouth; encircling my tongue all around it completely wetting its periphery,
The mercury inside rose meticulously to a holistic degree; perfectly indicating the exact temperature prevailing in my body.

When I placed it in boiling water; cooking neatly over dried logs of timberwood,
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He rambunctiously gallivanted through the dense shrubs; swirled at gay abandon
on extruding creepers of animate trees,
Tenaciously rubbed rotund pieces of flint stone; to incinerate a smokeless fire,
Feasted himself on clusters of ripened bananas; a conglomerate of wild apple and succulent fruit,
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I used to cut thick strands of the abysmally long rope; bifurcating it into commensurate halves,
Then use the same in hoisting out bulky loads from the sequestered well; fetch
water from the river standing on top of the lanky mountain.
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When I applied it on my eyes; rubbing it vigorously all around the intricately drooping lids,
It looked pretty sensuous with a frivolous aura circumventing my persona; although petulant sensations of itching started after some time had elapsed; and I removed it entirely with a coarse cloth.

When I smeared it gently across my scalp; it produced an inevitable tickling vibration all over;
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I didn't need shampoo to clean my scalp; instead a glass of tainted water could excellently do the job,
On the other hand you required tones of bubbly froth to cleanse your hair; evacuate the petulant granules of dandruff neatly entrapped between your follicles.

I didn't need gleaming hair oil to smear on my head; all I had to do was clap it loudly with my bohemian palms,
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It contained infinite lines of embossed literature; printed with blackest ink one could find,
It contained innumerable adages highlighting real life situations; a jugglery of frivolous cartoons,
It contained a brief report portraying prevalent weather; an accurate analysis of the total rain,
It contained a column incorporating the price of gold and silver; the erratic fluctuations of the stock market,
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It imparted an incredulously tangy taste to my tongue; embedding its flavor in the remotest corners of my mouth,
Made irrefutably sure that I emanated a ravishing aroma all day; without the
tyranny of brushing my garden of pointed teeth.
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It glistened magnificently under the brilliant sun; resembling the enigmatic
and mystical angel,
It shimmered majestically under the fluorescent beams of moon; looking like the swirling waves of sea eventually culminating into froth,
It wavered rampantly with the gusty breeze; occasionally snapping apart some of its flocculent threads,
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If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look superbly mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the Sun,
If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be a ravishing scent that permeated the adulterated air,
If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they would bounce back to boisterous life; retrieving the plethora of minerals they had lost in the blistering heat,
If there was water on fossils languidly scattered in obsolete territories of the dormant volcano; they would perspicuously depict the mysteries of the past; besides shimmering magnificently under the moon,
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