Nikhil Parekh Poems

He whom you can explicitly see is not God,
And he who was the strongest; without the most minuscule form appearing even in flaming Sunlight; was not one of God's infinite disciples; but God himself.

He whom you can profoundly feel is not God,
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Black. A Color which surreptitiously tingles even the most obliviously dormant crannies of your soul; to realms beyond the wisps of eternal eternity.

Black. A Color which triggers an unsurpassable inferno of hidden fires in your naked skin; indefatigably tantalizing your nimble shadow to forever blend with the celestially enamoring fabric of the night.
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The Greatest Happiness on this Universe was in; bringing unsurpassable Happiness to the lives of all those; unfortunately divested of mesmerizing fortunes; tragically lambasted by strokes of uncouth destiny from all sides,

The Greatest Victory on this Universe was in; bringing unassailable Victory to the lives of all those; miserably slithering without their loved ones; despicably sinking deeper and deeper into the graveyard at every step; for ostensibly no fault of theirs,
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If there were a 100 holes in the dry ground,
small rivulets of water would get accumulated after seasonal spells of monsoon,
a blend of mice, rabbit, and ant would continue to live in passionate harmony.
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May the coming year, bestow upon you bountiful Riches,

Bless you with all that is wholeheartedly benevolent,
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I thought of nose diving from the 100th floor of the edifice,
shivered incessantly when perched right on the top,
abruptly changed my decision as i stared in deathly horror,
at the fathomless distance between the ground and my silhouette.
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I thought of swimming in the sparkling waters of the lake,
the inner voice of mind held me back saying,
deathly green waters will suck you deep within the point of no return.
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I consumed rice blended with fish curry,
added pinches of salt to exit from realms of bland taste.

i licked bare brick wall coated with sand plaster,
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When i sedately pinched an opalescent balloon filled with tons of gas,
pricked it with ultra thin needles coated with scorpion sting,
gave it a volatile punch in its solar plexus,
the colossal ball of swollen rubber burst with obstreperous bangs,
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When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent patterns in the powder
with my big toe,
It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin; poignantly tickling every part of my body.
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