Nikhil Parekh Poems

A smile on your lips comes absolutely free; spreading waves of unsolicited exhilaration in my persona,
A smile on your lips looks mystically enchanting; resembling sweet coats of molten nectar,
A smile on your lips accentuates your immaculate teeth; portraying your mesmerizing grace,
A smile on your lips gives me loads of renewed hope; instantly assassinating all
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It was as ravishing; as the black bear trampling indiscreetly through the dense
foliage of the jungle,
Humming incoherent tunes in a poignantly husky; while in its quest for concealed prey.
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She wanted to reach the summit of the mountain in a royal aircraft,
While I wished to walk on the scorching streets barefoot; basking in the full
Sunshine.
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When I smeared my lips entirely with brilliant scarlet paste,
they looked voluptuous and mesmerizing; but they produced obnoxious blemishes on whatever I kissed.

When I applied stringent white chalk powder on the intricate periphery of my lips,
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When a conglomerate of thunder clouds collided in the cosmos,
Infinite splinters of water pelted down in fury; gently bruising naked patches of my skin.

When multiple balls of bulky glass clashed with tumultuous fury,
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Shaking a cluster of hair vigorously; was a symbol of euphoric ecstasy,
Moving the feet unrelentingly; was a symbol of acute nervousness,
Punching the fists vehemently in placid air; was a symbol of impetuous indignation,
Opening the lips partially towards the moon; was a symbol of celestial dreaming,
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The blood flowing in her intricate veins; was as red as flaming ball of Sun in the cosmos,
Got instantly agitated when she sighted me; talking vociferously with another of her kind.

The skin covering her tender bones; was as Resplendent as the pelting showers of rain,
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The instrument indispensable to stay happy was to stay contented,
The instrument indispensable to feel warm; was to consume a pitcher full of sizzling tea,
The instrument indispensable to unrelentingly fight like a true stalwart; was courage blended with lots of brawn,
The instrument indispensable to swim in the choppy waves of ocean; was dexterous swirling of the hands and feet,
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Currently your eyes were just eyes; casting their impeccable blacks and whites to the very places they liked,
While I was waiting for the moment; when they would ooze poignant globules of empathy; candidly divulge the mysticism hidden in their softness; under the glistening effulgence of the Sun.

Currently your lips were just lips; tightly pursing every now and then; whenever you were entrenched with bouts of utter frustration,
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Your eyes made me the best poet in this Universe; penning down unsurpassable lines of mystical verse; profoundly lost in the tunnel of their majestic enchantment,

Your cheeks made me the best artist in this Universe; sketching the mesmerizing outlines of your shadow as you royally walked,
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