Nikhil Parekh Poems

When I stood on the earth and stared at the sky; I wasn't the least ruffled by what I saw; continuing to stroll at a leisurely pace humming a mystical tune,
While it was only when I peered down from the helicopter amidst the clouds;
that I felt an uncanny wave of fear grip my mind; the mind-boggling distance;
scaring the daylights out of my breath.
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I wanted people to recognize me as a poet penning down volumes of mystical verse; not as a mundane businessman,

I wanted people to recognize me as true perspiration trickling in the Sun; not as the sleazy bottle of artificial scent,
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I didn't need a pair of scissors; glistening wildly in yellow Sunlight,

I didn't need a knife; protruding gallantly from the slender handle,
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A single rotten apple with flies feasting on its succulent body; decays the entire ensemble of robust apples,

A single stain of black dye sprawling rampantly; spoils the beauty of the entire white fabric,
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All I want is a chain of thick gold adorning my neck,

All I want is a stream of white champagne to incessantly titillate my throat,
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The Sun had never seemed so brilliant before; with its pungent rays streaming through the eerie darkness,

The winds had never seemed so exciting before; whizzing past my scalp in nervous exhilaration,
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A thousand heads surged forward; whizzing at electric speeds past the assemblage of dense trees,

A thousand mouths heaved a sigh of relief; releasing tones of frustrated spit imprisoned inside,
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The worst thing that could have happened to a fish; was that it fell innocently in the midst of the sweltering desert instead of slithering voluptuously in its tank,

The worst thing that could have happened to a cockroach; was that it found itself perched at the top of a kingly throne; instead of feasting its tentacles on the foul smell of the lavatory,
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Till the time there was brilliant light; there existed the spell of gruesome darkness,

Till the time there was perennial happiness; there existed the blanket of dolorous sadness,
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It produced a melodious sound on emanating; flooding the gloomy ambience with profound tinges of rhapsody,

It awoke the squirrels fast asleep in the dense bushes; as they scampered helter-skelter to hunt for their prey,
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