Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


In an ambience of rustic jungle trees; with their branches dangling incongruously towards the ground, 


In a backdrop of colossal mountains; with their summits sailing handsomely in the clouds, 


In a cloistered environment; sequestered partially from the blazing sun, 


In an island of marshy swamps; inundated with a plethora of languidly drifting logwood; puddles of muddy slush bountifully dispersed, 


Resides the ominous and hideous; serrated skinned alligator. 


 


In an atmosphere of golden dew drops; shimmering vividly under the moon, 


In a conglomerate of satiny puffs of sky; stooping effeminately down, 


In a mesmerizing lake; circumvented from all sides by the steep valley, 


In a stony silence prevailing eternally; with the only sound being evanescent ripples caused by wading birds, 


Resides the redolently pink and supremely voluptuous; fragrant lotus. 


 


In a camouflage of broken twigs; and incommensurate stalks of dried grass, 


In a compactly hollow space; neatly imprisoned by slender tower walls, 


In a whiplash of heavy wind; incessantly blowing in tenacious draughts, 


In a congenial warmth; provided indefatigably by the bird mother, 


Resides the palpable egg blended with yolk; of the hostile vulture. 


 


In a citadel constructed of savage stone; reinforced with umpteenth bars of strong metal, 


In an enclosure of acrimonious glass; scattered in hostile shards all around, 


In a jugglery of iron chains; viciously strapped around all parts of the body, 


In a room completely obfuscated from the most minuscule beam of light; threadbare chunks of rotten bread being the only solace for nocturnal meal, 


Resides the longhaired and diabolically toothed; nefarious convict. 


 


In the vicinity of tubular corals; swirling waves intermittently dismantling the tentacles of potbellied octopus, 


In an ingratiating serene provided by the unrelenting froth; gently permeating the sands, 


In an ensemble of entwined bushes; with protruding and spongy thorns, 


In a myriad of rising bubbles; trying incessantly to reach the surface of gigantic sea, 


Resides the scintillating and slime coated; incorrigibly virgin oyster. 


 


In an ocean of honey; with sticky droplets of pure nectar oozing out, 


In a network of dilapidated pillars; sometimes profoundly tall trees, 


In direct confrontation with stringent light from the sun; uncouthly heating its periphery, 


In a constant pandemonium; of cacophonic noise compounded with incoherent buzzing, 


Resides the delectably boisterous and poignant; small bodied humming bee. 


 


In a surrounding of indiscriminate violence; massacring of the impeccably innocent, 


In the hearts of ruthless assassins; butchering the needy for fat wads of currency, 


In a nation with incidences of rampant bloodshed; headed by a fleet of power hungry politicians, 


In a world where there are nuclear wars; on the spurious grounds of caste and creed, 


Resides a feeling of utter abhorrence; embedded with the perennial virtue of hatred. 


 


In the sacrosanct walls of heaven; emollient with the scent of divinity, 


In the dormitories of unprejudiced justice; profusely besieged by equality towards all, 


In a land replete with mystical fairies; an immortal paradise to exist forever, 


In the visage of omnipotent power; unprecedented empathy towards distressing pain, 


Resides the stupendously omnipresent who created this earth; the one whom we christen by the sacerdotal name of creator. 


 


And in the aisles of desire; languishing in the corridor of blissful romance, 


In the tunnel of unceasing fascination; juxtaposed with webs of unparalleled imagination, 


In a cascade of silken follicles; nimbly caressing her holistic back, 


In the cage of uninhibited pleasure; drowning me incredulously in the moistness of her breath, 


Resides my ravishing and marvelously enchanting; immaculate beloved.



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