Nikhil Parekh Poems

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this fathomlessly exultating earth; which was even an infinitesimal iota more fearlessly stronger; than your
very own impregnable self,

There was no organism ever born on the trajectory of this resplendently tireless earth; which was even an obfuscated iota more charismatically handsome; than your
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The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the fathomlessly swirling ocean; whose majestic waves touched the highest epitome of the golden sky everytime—before eventually dissipating into ebullient froth,

The best poetry ever on the Universe; in the form of the sensuously unabashed clouds; oozing with profoundly unconquerable virility upon the lap of ravishing brown earth,
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Nobody understood the incomprehensible agony in my mind; the volcanic fountain of disdainful thoughts it was encapsulated with every unveiling minute,

Nobody understood the inexplicable misery blended with my blood; traversing faster than the speed of white light as I tread on the surface of this colossal earth,
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He didn't need overwhelmingly lengthy articles written about him; to proclaim his glory sanctimoniously all around the globe,

He didn't need an armory of praise from a spurious bunch of individuals; to escalate his persona to the pinnacle of supremacy,
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When the garden of ravishingly crimson roses spoke; the acrimoniously miserly
thorn fell completely silent,

When the colossal dungeon replete with delectable honey spoke; the vial of heinous poison fell completely silent,
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We all must have called someone or the other spuriously as SIR during our lives; in our insatiable desire to reach the zenith of prosperity,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably marvelous Creator; on whose divine fingertips; danced the entire planet towards the path of unflinching righteousness.
We all must have called someone or the other lackadaisically as SIR during our lives; in our mission to shrug inexplicable poverty and be the stupendous best,
But the ultimate SIR was the irrefutably majestic Creator; who evolved every bit of mesmerizing beauty; wandering bountifully on this colossal Universe.
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Live like an grandiloquent eagle; soaring handsomely through the vivaciously bubbling crimson clouds,

Live like the mountains basking in the glory of perennially shimmering sunlight; intrepidly confronting every obstacle without their head flinching the slightest,
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My mother could never ever become my friend; too busy in her household chores and pursuing the passions of her life; always looking upon me as her newborn child; even though I catapulted to the greatest of heights,

My father could never ever become my friend; able to view nothing else but the colossal edifices of the robotic corporate empire before his eyes all night and day; with an occasional pat here and there on my head; too busy earning for the inevitable needs of the gargantuan family,
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To emulate a bird was very easy; as all you had to do was spread your arms wide; pretend to flap them in mighty draughts of air; standing on the pinnacle of the gorgeous valley,

To emulate a lion was very easy; as all you had to do was open your mouth wide; run in the midst of the densely foliated jungle; emanating thunderously roaring sounds,
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For your most rustically bohemian accent; which cacophonically inundated every conceivable speck of the atmosphere with; disdainfully stinging melancholy,

For your most hoarsely impoverished state; when all that indefatigably rattled in your pockets was nothing but lackadaisically sacrilegious stone; with the planet not paying you a single penny for even the most ecstatically brilliant of your artistry,
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