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starved
Every writer is starved for a publisher; the
indispensable channel to propagate his work
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
small box of matchsticks
Don't just consider them to be lifeless pieces of
wood; soggy and extruding black beads of stingy coal,
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
something that pours from the heart
Poetry is something as mystical as the mountains;
shimmering majestically on the rivers in diffused
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
big thumb
When I held it dead straight and candidly in free
space; people thought I was being overwhelmingly rude
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
the color of my cheeks
The color of my cheeks was whiter than the innocuous
Moon; when I just got up from sleep with the first
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
sweet alarm clock
I marched rambunctiously up the steps to my office;
greeted my boss before anybody else could with a
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
a bucket of breath
A bucket of stones; to built and resurrect my
gruesomely broken dwelling,
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
squint eyed
Some presumed that I was staring towards the sky;
while some felt that I gazed towards the gutter
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
half a victory
It nimbly swished its tail; as the blaring horns of
boundless trapped vehicles; deluged the membranes of
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
dying for the first time
The outlines of vivacious trees seemed to be getting
blurred as the minutes unveiled; with their colossal
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
every day
In the beginning I perceived that if I consumed
colossal morsels of food at a time; then I would be
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
beautiful dwelling
For me it was a retreat where I could shout
uninhibitedly; without caring a damn about the
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
balance
The eagle soaring handsomely in the air; balanced
itself adroitly on its pair of long wings,
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
The Girl Is As Such, The Girl Is As Such...
The girls is as such,
The girl is as such, that I could not forget her,
Bijay Kant Dubey poet by Bijay Kant Dubey
on 8/17/2014
found my own corpse
Above the soil the cars appeared to be like royal
emperors; traversing majestically on the silken coat
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
faster than the speed of light
Every century looked so long; that in the beginning I
felt it would last till more than what the Creator
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
my garishly striped helmet
Normally I would have fallen on the ground in a
bedraggled heap; as the colossal slabs of concrete
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
the chapter of love. the chapter of life.
The same legs which I once considered supremely
bohemian and useless; an incorrigible weight dragging
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
in order to savagely die
In order to embarrassingly fall on the ground; one
must first try to audaciously stand,
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
the world outside after bath
When I bathed my body in pure crimson blood; the world
outside seemed to be horrendously appalling and
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
The Tyrant
How cruel is love:
That it might entice a statue,
St.Richard Ben poet by St.Richard Ben
on 8/17/2014
a complete 100 floors
Scores of squeals inundated the atmosphere; clusters
of people hugged each other close in utter
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
sadly punctured
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt as
soft as the fluffy feather of the flamingo; speeded at
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
There is No Name
There is no name,
When you're screaming in silence,
Cheyenne Rhon poet by Cheyenne Rhon
on 8/17/2014
every writers boss
Every mouse's boss was the tawny cat; ready to pounce
upon its diminutive demeanor each instant; pulverize
Nikhil Parekh poet by Nikhil Parekh
on 8/17/2014
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