Nikhil Parekh Poems

When I study the softness and true intimacy of the air,
It encapsulates my mind with an altruistic blare.
The velvety touch, the shadowy grace,
Have evaporated fully without a trace.
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The mystic tune of melodious air,
Shimmering brightly in perennial softness,
With breaths of insatiable desire,
Like a golden harp beside me,
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The vivid moonlight amidst the vast expanse of black,
Mesmerizing with tranquil tunes,
Whispers its sanity below,
To dark and moisture laden sultry air,
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Those dark brown fields of life,
So vast in an entrenchment of their own,
Lost in the syndrome of beauty,
Towering over all heights,
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A dog is an animal of peace and love,
He is adolescent and tough.
He has his ears cocked high up in the air,
His feet are locked in mystery's grace,
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The brown crusty surface of the desert soil,
Can always be ploughed by hard turmoil.
There is an outburst of an hurricane,
That invades the privacy of the old dame.
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When I want it the most,
I feel the most deprived.
When I like it the most,
It just fades into oblivion.
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Pure blood circulating froze midway in my veins,
My heart throbbed 10 beats faster,
Dormant regions of ecstasy catapulted to dizzy heights,
And I moaned rhythmically in sheer disbelief.
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The kids somersaulted on the carpet green grass,
digging holes in fresh mud with plastic spade,
Whirling flying saucers that went whizzing past the blueberry tree,
Yelling at full capacity of lung whilst playing games of red Indian.
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Each time you enter the field in your royal robes of blue— it makes the hair of a billion of us stand up in uncanny excitement, high and handsome towards the sky,

Each time you wave to us from the dressing room—it makes a billion of us feel that we're the most united family ever on surface of planet divine,
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