Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


A mountain of ideas always proliferating; picking up swashbuckling currents of speed as the minutes unveil, 


 


A blanket of mesmerizing beauty laden voluptuously on earth; on which slept the most beautiful fairies of the sky, 


 


A playground of innocent children; shouting and dancing gleefully in the aisles of rustic childhood, 


 


A garland of poignant emotions; arrows of volatile passion stinging 


thunderously through the atmosphere, 


 


A nest of daunting courage; the fortitude to stand tall and withstand the mightiest of disaster, 


 


A cloud of unrelenting fantasy; the incredulously exotic essence of imagination taking complete control, 


 


A river of empathy with perennial flow; gently caressing every fraternity of the varied society with astronomical compassion and care, 


 


A beam of Sunlight which brilliantly filtered through morbid space; profoundly illuminated every unveiling dawn, 


 


A garden of incomprehensibly fragrant lotus; the enchanting odor which pierced through each pore of the skin, 


 


A jungle inundated with delectably fresh fruits; from which oozed infinite juices and salubrious nutrition of Mother Nature, 


 


A vivacious rainbow of optimistic hope; which thoroughly overwhelmed all despair and helplessness in monotonous life, 


 


A shadow of enigmatic mysticism; which left the soul inevitably searching for the real meaning of tangible existence, 


 


A minuscule footprint drawn incoherently in the sands; making nostalgic remembrances of the past deluge like a whirlpool in the mind, 


 


A tornado of relentless vacillations; which kept creeping at every cranny to add to the spice and handsome ardor of breath, 


 


A valley reverberating with fabulously melodious sounds; the unsurpassable charisma of past life candidly reflected, 


 


A gateway of invincible triumph; valiantly conquered victory in each path that inexplicably unfurled before clear sight, 


 


A beehive of incessant turmoil; exploring and discovering the most alluring things strewn across the trajectory of this boundless planet, 


 


A bridge of immortal love; divinely bonding the mind; body and soul with the threads of insatiable longing, 


 


A soil to indefatigably struggle for existence; survive amongst a pack of savage wolves hovering around with fire in their eyes, 


 


Is how I have always desired my life to be O! Almighty Lord; and I thank you from the inner most recesses of my heart; for blessing this molecule of yours; with


one countless times better than thee.



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