Nikhil Parekh Poems

God loves all those fearlessly impeccable eyes; which teach countless other haplessly despairing eyes; the virtues of pricelessly synergistic humanity,

God loves all those perennially smiling lips; which teach countless other despairingly desolate lips; to uninhibitedly diffuse into an unsurpassable of perennial happiness,
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A mountain of ideas always proliferating; picking up swashbuckling currents of speed as the minutes unveil,

A blanket of mesmerizing beauty laden voluptuously on earth; on which slept the most beautiful fairies of the sky,
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I didn't want to overrule anybody; make philanthropically blissful entities my slaves,

I didn't want to supercede anybody; make my wishes come true at the cost of peoples happiness,
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Love is a cloudburst of emotions; a torrential downpour of feelings from the inner most core of the heart,

Love is a rainbow of mesmerizing colors; effusively portraying the insatiably volatile urges of existence,
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Even before I could open my lips; he had already decided what was I going to speak; the synchronized order in which I would utter each word,

Even before I could hoist my foot; he had already decided which portions of earth I would tread on; the intricate path I would weave towards victory,
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If you were the redolent rose; shooting delectably from ravishing crusts of brown soil,
Then please bestow upon me your scent; flooding the most intricate of my senses with your stupendous fragrance.

If you were the colossal sky; profusely embedded with a cocoon of magnificently silken clouds,
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When I shook hands with your Omnipotent grace; I felt as if I had shaken hands with the entire world,

When I ran with you on the shimmering sea shores; I felt as if I had run in harmony with the entire world,
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Even if I had to cry tears of savage blood; with hysterical agony pouring turbulently from my cheeks,

Even if I had to chew biscuits of obdurate steel; ripping my teeth apart into infinite pieces,
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How could you ever call a miserly auto rickshaw an aircraft; just because it increased its speed to a threadbare maximum; every once in a while?

How could you ever call a diminutive stone as a colossal mountain; just because it punctured a hole through the transparent shard of window glass when hurled forcefully?
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Even before you could drag her hands towards the acerbically gleaming knife; slice my fingers into infinite pieces,

Even before you could drop a stone on her dainty head; smash my skull into a million fragments,
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