Nikhil Parekh Poems
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 ...
Black For The Blind.
Black for the blind is the most unassailable form of survival; a color which epitomizes even the most infinitesimal aspect of their lives to the most handsomely unprecedented limits,
Black for the blind is the most bewitching form of beauty; a color which sensuously enshrouds even the most obfuscated of their nerves; with the most supremely tantalizing enigmas of life,
Black for the blind is the only Sun of insuperable optimism; a color which forever paints the canvas of their haplessly