Nikhil Parekh Poems

When I tried to cross swirling waters of the river on threads of fragile paper,
The contraption disdainfully broke midway; and I hurtled down at astounding speeds to blend with the cold water.

When I tried to clamber up the mighty edifice on threads of molten wax,
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I used it to scrape streaks of blatant dirt; adhering languidly to my neck,
Rubbed it vigorously against my bare skin; the instant I felt petulant sensations of itching.

I dipped it in a barrel of aromatic paint; keeping It immersed in a concoction of flamboyant color,
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The mammoth elephants in the forest; made a thunderous noise; bellowing
rambunctious wails of sound from their trunk,
Inundating the placid ambience with obstreperous cacophony; I still slept
peacefully; with my hair drooling over my eyes.
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When I sliced volatile wire; impregnated with white currents of electricity,
It spewed out a volley of poignant sparks in tandem; I was stabbed with
several impacts of shock; falling like a lifeless pigeon on the ground.
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When I burnt a cluster of succulent green leaves; torching the same with the
poignant matchstick,
There arose a faded green smoke in the air; causing my intricate eyes to profusely tear.
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I ambled languidly on my rooftop terrace at evanescent dawn,
Invisibly faint rays of light gently caressing my silhouette; a chilly breeze blowing across my soft ear,
The cuckoo gave loud chirps; a blend of resplendent birds soared high in the impeccable clouds,
I felt dreariness besieging my exhausted eyes; and soon dozed off lost in realms of a mystical reverie.
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When I pricked a large bubble impregnated with acid; infinite droplets of fumes flew all over my persona,
Transforming my glowing skin; into complete shambles of pathetic brown; and I emitted a few tears unable to bear the anguish.

When I pricked minuscule bubbles of soap emanating from the bathtub; a pungent
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He babbled incoherently at innocuous pedestrians traversing through the streets,
Clenched his fist high in the air; barking a malicious volley of rustic expletives,
Spat loads of colored saliva on the ground; blending superbly with the loosely sprawled mud,
Danced languidly listening to the slightest of music; eventually collapsing in a bedraggled heap on the ground,
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Granules of silver sands drifted into my eye; tormenting them to the threshold of irritation,
Wild draughts of wind blew across my face; almost annihilating all the hair inhabiting my scalp,
Black wisps of clouds hovered disconcertingly close to my persona; circumventing me from all sides,
Scraps of strewn paper; threads of innocuous cotton rose high in the breeze; settled nimbly on my freckled nose,
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They blasted it with the most pugnacious of explosive; planting corrugated
sticks of dynamite around its periphery,
It bravely bore the onslaught; didn't sway a single inch; instead fortified its roots firmly into the ground.
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