Nikhil Parekh
Nikhil Parekh Poems
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I dreadfully shivered; collapsing in utter nervousness on the obdurate ground,
And today you were blatantly telling me in my face; that you planned to leave me for 3 complete days; 3 complete nights.
Even when the thought of leaving you for a mere 3 seconds in the day came to my mind; I forgot to normally blink; stared unrelentingly into open space as if somebody had stabbed me in my chest; the entire world outside had come to an abrupt end,
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The Greatest Happiness on this Universe was in; bringing unsurpassable Happiness to the lives of all those; unfortunately divested of mesmerizing fortunes; tragically lambasted by strokes of uncouth destiny from all sides,
The Greatest Victory on this Universe was in; bringing unassailable Victory to the lives of all those; miserably slithering without their loved ones; despicably sinking deeper and deeper into the graveyard at every step; for ostensibly no fault of theirs,
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Be it in the very first rays of ethereally magnificent dawn; enlightening every cranny of despairingly flagrant blackness with unfathomably unceasing majesty,
Be it in the nimble squeaking of the freshly born infant; profoundly enrapturing monotonously usurped existence; with an unprecedented power to forever survive,
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It was as ravishing; as the black bear trampling indiscreetly through the dense
foliage of the jungle,
Humming incoherent tunes in a poignantly husky; while in its quest for concealed prey.
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When I stood on the summit of the fabulously fathomless valley; feasting on beams of majestically pearly moonlight; as it kissed the trees and the untamed wilderness,
I was greedy for plunging into it head on; romancing with each leaf submerged in a blanket of dewdrops; and the enthralling breeze as my ultimate savior.
When I irrevocably stuck in the disdainfully claustrophobic traffic; the cacophonic horns and unruly smoke nearly asphyxiating me to veritable death,
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Compassion; I can understand was extremely indispensable; so that it always felt the most invincible organism alive; so that it remained close to your befriending chest; in the midst of this treacherously pulverizing planet,
Laughter; I can understand was unassailably indispensable; so that it never ever stagnated in the coffins of despicable solitariness; so that it perennially felt that life was an unconquerably cheerful flower; blossoming in your arms,
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I preferred to call smoke; ONLY SMOKE; as it was disdainfully dirty and horrendously polluted the serene carpets of atmosphere,
I preferred to call the stone ONLY STONE; as it was bereft of the slightest of empathy; stared in morbid silence for hours immemorial towards the blanket of
stars,
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Let majestically glistening sands forever stay; only in the regally colossal and timelessly sweltering deserts,
Let enigmatic whispers forever stay; only in the mystically reverberating and sensuously enchanting forests,
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Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I would; unequivocally disseminate the stupendously grandiloquent essence of blissful peace; in every dwelling besieged with satanic bloodshed,
Give the reins of the entire world to me; only if I would; philanthropically act as a harbinger of irrefutably righteous and eternally sparkling humanity; for infinite more births yet to unveil,
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I don't know what else could I have so stupendously cherished for; without your majestically seductive and iridescently twinkling eyelashes?
I don't know what else could I have so wonderfully fantasized for; without your fantastically vibrant and timelessly sensuous stride?
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Just give me your hand; and I'll get ready to face the mightiest of challenge; with an irrefutable scent of victory lingering profusely in my every stride,
Just give me your hand; and I'll escalate higher than the azure skies; to snatch the festoon of overwhelmingly glittering stars for the delights of your impeccable lap,
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50% Vivacious; 50 % Vexed,
50 % Fresh; 50 % Feverish,
50 % Friendly; 50 % Fiend,
50 % Resplendent; 50 % Raunchy,
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Nikhil Parekh Biography
[ Note - Currently I seek a traditional publisher for the publication of my 46 varied Books in the Print form, which can be read in their entirety through; Tumblr, Inc in the United States at – variedbooks.tumblr.com, webpage. My style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal, though my Poetry / literature is normal and natural. GOD’S grace on me. i am nothing infront of GOD. i am nothing infront of GOD’S holy messengers. So any victorious publisher who may want to publish my Poetry in Paperback without Financial Expenditure to me, can directly communicate with me at the address, [email protected] or [email protected] ]. Nikhil Parekh, (born August 27,1977) , from Ahmedabad, India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India - limcabookofrecords.in, which is India's Best Book of Records, also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of World Records. He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ', which has a Print Length of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle. The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet by any mortal. Though his Poetry / literature is normal and natural. The 10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of Records India are for - (1) Being the First Indian Poet to be published/featured in McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary-for his poem: Come Lets Embrace our New Religion (2) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada (3) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is 'Aids doesn't kill. Your Attitude kills. (4) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best poetry e-book (5) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the most number of replies from World Leaders and World Organizations. (6) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace - GoodwillTreaty.org. (7) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing website. (8) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book - 'Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace', at Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and largest website for reading books on mobile phones. (9) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on Nelson Mandela, has been placed at the official website of the Government of South Africa. (10) Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and currently has approximately 1.15 million words, financially selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at - amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ. The Indian Poet has authored thousands of Poems on – God, Peace, Love, Anti Terrorism, Friendship, Life, Death, Environment, Wildlife, Mother, Father, Children, Parenthood, Humanity, Social Cause, Women empowerment, Poverty, Lovers, Brotherhood. His Books and Poems have had millions of viewers and downloads on the Internet. 47 varied Books written by the Poet include – 1 God (volume 1 to volume 4) , The Womb (volume 1 to volume 2) , Love Versus Terrorism (Part 1 to Part 2) , You die; I die – Love Poems (Part 1 to Part 16) , Life = Death (volume 1 to volume 10) , The Power of Black (volume 1 to volume 2) , If you cut a tree; you cut your own mother, Hide and Seek (part 1 to part 8) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh – Only as Life. These Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry in their totality. The Poet’s Poetry has had the patronization of several World Leaders including the Queen of England. Join thousands of the poet's fans and friends at - facebook.com/indianpoetnikhilparekh.)
The Best Poem Of Nikhil Parekh
To Forget Her Was Impossible
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,
The trees may have forgotten to shed their leaves; enticed to sway in the moist breeze,
The birds may have forgotten to chirp; thoroughly engrossed in building their nests,
The clouds may have forgotten to rain; drifting away submissively with the wind,
The lion may have forgotten to roar; lost in the aisles of desire and sleep,
The chameleon may have forgotten to change its color; with its jaws busy in gobbling fat caterpillars,
The diamonds may have forgotten to shine; when they were placed in a
disdainful backdrop of coal,
The rose may have forgotten to diffuse scent; trying to breathe for its life amidst a heap of pungent pesticide,
The scorpion may have forgotten to sting; running haywire in a pool of slushy water,
The snow may have forgotten to melt; not wanting to leave the body of the handsome mountain,
The lips may have forgotten to smile; being besieged by day to day professionalism in society,
The ocean may have forgotten to evolve waves; yielding pathetically to the tumultuous storm,
The stars in the cosmos may have forgotten to twinkle; profoundly absorbed in watching the dainty fairies,
The deserts may have forgotten to be hot; relishing the prospects of freaking out in the rain,
The fingers may have forgotten to write; resting lazily under the silken feathered pillow,
The dog may have forgotten to bark; petrified for an instant by the demon standing before him,
The infant may have forgotten to cry; bemused for a moment by the wide ensemble of electronic toys,
The Creator inadvertently may have forgotten to look at every man; busy chalking strategies to run the Universe,
But me Forgetting her was Impossible; as she resided in the center of my heart; and every beat of mine wholesomely depended upon her breath that passionately flowed.
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9/26/2026 7:52:16 AM # rel_20260925T122446Z_7d6ee41
Nice poemlist. God bless