Nikhil Parekh Poems

I'd like to uninhibitedly beckon you to my vivid and sacrosanct country,

Where rest the insuperable foundations of Mosques; Temples; Churches; Gurudwaras- devoutly worshipped by millions of people fearlessly following the religion of their choice and their invincible faith in God Almighty,
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The Sun may have forgotten to shine at times; leaving the Earth submerged in partial darkness,

The eyes may have forgotten to close; staring unrelentingly in the blazing fires,
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Greatness was in the bountifully altruistic lap of mother nature; which didn't raise its voice even an infinitesimal whisper; although plucked an infinite times for its fruit and nutrient; by despicably impoverished man,

Greatness was in the wholehearted smile of the newborn child; which brought the most pricelessly inimitable cheer; to even the most morbidly deadened corpses floating fecklessly in the atmosphere,
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Embrace me like I've forever wanted to embrace every pore of your sensuously
poignant silhouette; and I promise I'll embrace you till times beyond infinite infinity; embrace you even more than ever before,

Nibble me like I've forever wanted to nibble the pungently robust outlines of your radiantly rubicund ears; and I promise I'll nibble you till times beyond infinite infinity; nibble you even more than ever before,
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For them; there was simply no difference between the diminutively poor and the unfathomably rich; as they considered both to be symbiotically blending and alike,

For them; there was simply no difference between the preposterously obese and the parsimoniously thin; as they considered both to be gregariously melanging and alike,
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The silence was solely hers; inscrutably lingering in her mesmerizing eyes,

The charisma was solely hers; uninhibitedly dribbling from each of her compassionately divine senses,
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Your Kiss; was like sensuous droplets of fresh rain water; magnificently caressing the petals of the majestically blossoming rose,

Your Kiss; was like the marvelously young fledglings pecking on their mothers compassionately silken breast; enveloping my frigidly trembling countenance
with the warmth of miraculously Omniscient togetherness,
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If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you dedicated wholesomely to our child; at times deliberately stirring the mischievous devil within it,

If only you'd spent only a single minute reading my poetry; out of those thousands of your hours; which you meaninglessly wasted staring into blank bits of space; which led solely to the mortuaries of nothingness,
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As I surveyed the area sitting like a prince on the helicopter seat; sipping
with great relish; from a canister replete with chilled champagne,
The scenes that struck my vision were profoundly appalling; and a silent sob
escaped my breath; making me nostalgic about my blissful past.
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Some said it was empty; while some said that the glass was half full with water,

Some said that it was rising in the sky; while some said that the color of the Sun was insipid and weak,
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