Nikhil Parekh Poems

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121.
Hair Cutting Saloon

Thick mirrors of transparent glass,
slates of graphite stuck to wall,
big bottles of shaving foam,
flammable containers of liquid spray,
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122.
Hairstyles

When i molded long strands of my hair into slender curls,
fastening them with strings of sticky elastic rubber,
with infinite fibers of black cascading down like a fountain,
my manly exteriors transited to those of a daintily adorned teenage girl.
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123.
Hands

Hands can spin webs of magic,
some hands can sketch artistically,
some write in majestic fashion,
some can covert molten wax into jeweled statue,
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124.
Harmony

Parrot green buds of nimble grass existed in harmony with the soil,
sprawled with rampant ease engulfing acres of barren land,
when the rain plummeted down from the sky in plenty.
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125.
When My Heart Ceased To Function

When sensitive tunnels in my eardrum stopped functioning,
amicable voices of chirping birds failed to cast an impression,
stringent sounds emanating from vocal chords of my mother,
struck me as inaudibly sedative whispers of the girl i immensely loved.
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126.
Hell And Beyond

Dragonflies entered entangled mass of my intestine,
black scorpions clambered up conical face,
venom spiders spun silky webs in my mouth,
red termites stung naked patches of my flesh,
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127.
Her Healing Ashes

There were cubes of white ice strewn on the floor,
melting into paltry amounts of water when licked by Sunlight,
transiting into a solidified mass when kissed by the placid moon,
i entered the room with a hand bleeding profusely,
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128.
Unbiased Beauty

I covered my body with pure silk garment,
sprinkled wild shrub extract on countless pores of skin,
shaved my face of the minutest of hair with Flintstone,
oiled scalp root hair till they shone like gold,
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129.
In Every Bit Of

In every bit of white enamel engulfing teeth; there sleeps calcium,
in every bit of morbid stone; there sleeps a radiant crystal,
in every bit of green grass; there sleeps a blissful dew drop,
in every bit of scorched sand; there sleeps a penchant for rain,
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130.
Hide And Seek

The steaming island of Sun played hide and seek amidst the smoke grey clouds,
peeping sporadically with stringent tenacity,
filtering with flamboyant exuberance pallid spots of the galaxy,
fumigating dirt and stench with antiseptic rays of dazzling light.
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