Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

writing poetry


Writing poetry is like the newborn draughts of ecstatic wind; kissing
the innocuous cluster of green leaves; with the most uninhibited ardor
and camaraderie of all times,

Writing poetry is like the soul wholesomely cleansing itself of even
the most inadvertently committed of its sins; as it blended with the
beats of magical verse; which transcended over every religion; caste;
creed; color and tribe,

Writing poetry is like a bird exuberantly flapping its wings; having
just being released from years of insidious captivity; and now ready
to commence upon its most royal flight,

Writing poetry is like the queenly droplet of glistening sweat; which
tantalized the skin to the nth degree of sensuousness; as it
enchantingly traversed towards the most hidden corner of the big toe;
and then embraced death,

Writing poetry is like a kingly magnet attracting the most inanimate
objects; and then befriending them forever in a swirl of invincible
togetherness; under the broadest daylight and sinister blackness of
the morbid night,

Writing poetry is like a vivacious rainbow enlightening even the most
drearily lambasted portions of adulterated living kind; with new found
rays of courage; compassion and everlasting hope,

Writing poetry is like pristine white lightening enrapturing the
entire Universe; reducing every trace of sin to infinitesimal ash; and
rekindling every soul towards the path of freshly untainted optimism,

Writing poetry is like an untamed whirlpool reaching its enthralling
crescendo; and devouring everything and anything that came in its
vicinity; into the flames of its unabashed desire,

Writing poetry is like the ebullient scent of virgin mud after showers
of unfettered rain; which evoked life of all shapes; sizes and color
on the Universe; to sing and dance in the timeless rhythm of a united
existence,

Writing poetry is like a cathartic revolution for something to happen
from the wisps of absolute nothingness; so that every ingredient of
the besmirched human atmosphere; started to reverberate with the
pulsations of companionship,

Writing poetry is like the wail of freshly born life; when the cradle
of undefeated innocence bonded one and all alike; in a never before
celebration of infallible newness,

Writing poetry is like the crackling voice of thunder heard at a
distance; tingling the corridors of the mind with mystery
unprecedented; as cloudbursts of rain fervently advance in their
odyssey towards simmering ground,

Writing poetry is like freshly formed globules of golden dew being
dispersed into a boundless more bits of their kind; with every
footstep that voluptuously caresses the blades of sensitive grass,

Writing poetry is like dazzling rays of dawn splitting into zillion
rays of blessed light; illuminating every conceivable cranny of earth;
with the joyously rejoicing power to survive; till destined,

Writing poetry is like a promise made and irrefutably adhered to till
the end of life; upon the foundations of solidarity; truth; friendship
and most importantly the religion of humanity,

Writing poetry is like a nightingale humming the sweetest songs of its
life; every day a different tune; but with an unhindered intensity
which kept proliferating leaps and bounds; till the time it existed,

Writing poetry is like an undefeated zealous wave; which rose yet
again; victoriously undulating and high towards blue sky; even after
being reduced to nothingness- clashing against the merciless grey
rocks,

Writing poetry is like uninhibitedly dancing upon every chance that
life offered; expending every ounce of trapped frustration in the
nerve wrecked body; to blend in impregnable oneness with the
fathomless atmosphere,

Writing poetry is like falling deeper and deeper into the valley of
Immortal love; a love which made you feel alive without a grain of
food in your body; as it became your sole reason; elixir; direction
and adventure to survive. 

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014

Topic(s): poetry


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