Nikhil Parekh Poems

In order to wipe sweat trickling down my nape; I used a large bandanna,
in order to wipe blotches of mud from my demeanor; I used a soft towel,
in order to wipe scalding tea from my shirt; I used a colossal palm leaf,
in order to wipe invincible stains of crimson betel; I used stringent antiseptic,
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I felt good while swimming in choppy waves of the tidal sea,
diving underwater to have subtle glimpses of the aquatic fish.

i felt good gnawing at the rudimentary apple protruding from the tall tree,
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i stood beneath the gurgling waterfall plummeting down the mountain slope,
with icy coats of air slapping my face,
felt tingling sensations creep all over my exhausted persona,
drowning me in an ocean of unfathomable euphoria.
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When i walked barefoot on a cushion of jungle thorn,
the blazing sun boiling moist portions of bald earth,
with blistering waves of heat stabbing naked spots on my skin,
i felt a rich gravy of blood trickle at rapid pace from my sole.
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I wanted to paint ornate flower petals with spring water,
swallow the residue of perfumed liquid dripping down its stalk.

i wanted to paint blue chipped marble floors with freshly extracted cow butter,
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I wanted to be a part of the kingly orchestra,
dance wildly all night flexing dormant muscles of my body.

i wanted to swing in silky webs weaved of spider thread,
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Tender green tufts of emerald green sponge,
riveted firmly to fertile landscapes of earth,
dancing to sedate tunes of swashbuckling breeze,
growing at rapid paces in a blend of manure and fresh water,
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If we held back our thunderous laughter,
boisterous episodes of joy would get crucified in dungeons of sorrow,
accompanied by hysterical sobbing at times of ecstatic jubilation.
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Thick shock of jet black hair,
sprawled languidly on white domes of hard mass,
stuck to skin with offshooting pores,
sprouting from umpteenth prickly roots,
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The crimson grey clouds have an obsessive habit to cry,
inundate barren regions of earth with surplus amount of fresh water.

the washerman has a stringent habit of washing blotted cloth,
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