Nikhil Parekh Poems

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ounce of diabolically demented lies; the profanely beleaguered manipulation of the tongue which was the greatest of
living parasite,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of pathetically impoverished racial indiscrimination; the sanctimonious boundaries of caste; creed; color and race; which irrevocably crippled resplendent earth; for an infinite more of its destined lives,
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Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed "Destiny" in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed "Smile" in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate
lips,
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When two pairs of lips came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either compassionately smooched each other; or stab each other with daggerheads of maliciously prejudiced contempt,

When two pairs of eyes came in close proximity; they were inevitably bound to; either flirtatiously wink at each other; or burn each other with the fires of unceremoniously atrocious and unlimited vindication,
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The shadow of the palm was inevitably and of course once again; another bountifully humanitarian and innocuous palm. This shadow was unbelievably Herculean; boundlessly stretched; and indefinably elongated.

The shadow of the eyelid was inevitably and of course once again; another mischievously fluttering and blessed eyelid. This shadow was unbelievably
Herculean; unbelievably stretched; and indefinably elongated.
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I really didn't possess even the most infinitesimal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of vivaciously
enthralling and stupendously proliferating life,

I really didn't possess even the most ethereal of urge to know; as to what the very next moment would bring or hold for me; in the chapter of gloriously nubile
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What if I had to choose between the two of them; her ravishingly ecstatic eyelashes; or her vivaciously brazen hair; which timelessly blew towards the eternally blissful cosmos?

What if I had to choose between the two of them; her seductively redolent lips; or her philanthropically altruistic palms; which tirelessly disseminated the essence of unprejudiced humanity?
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The night obviously seemed incredulously titillating to me; but its voluptuously inscrutable magnetism wholesomely created an infinite unabashed goosebumps
on my skin; only when you were sitting beside me; O! eclectically beautiful beloved,

The sands obviously seemed gloriously glistening to me; but their uninhibitedly undaunted exhilarated wholesomely metamorphosed every ounce of my monotony
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When I stood on the summit of the fabulously fathomless valley; feasting on beams of majestically pearly moonlight; as it kissed the trees and the untamed wilderness,
I was greedy for plunging into it head on; romancing with each leaf submerged in a blanket of dewdrops; and the enthralling breeze as my ultimate savior.

When I irrevocably stuck in the disdainfully claustrophobic traffic; the cacophonic horns and unruly smoke nearly asphyxiating me to veritable death,
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When my love was on your hair; it lingered in overwhelming fascination; of your majestic exuberance drifting royally with the compassionate winds,

When my love was on your forehead; it bonded with threads of your sacred imagery; the mesmerizing fantasies that revolved in your mind,
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You don't need to teach the voluptuous blanket of clouds; to torrentially rain,

You don't need to teach the seductively alluring rose; to disseminate its scent ubiquitously across the fathomless Universe,
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