Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


A garland of formidably handsome mountains; royally decked


up in beautifully unparalleled tufts of emerald green vegetation, 


 


Dense and astoundingly profound clusters of clouds floating in


unfettered abandon; kissing the farthermost epitomes of the


hills with untold stories of enamoring benevolence, 


 


Delightfully robust creeks weaving their way in an unabashed


freshness through the rocky swirl; as they eventually melanged


with sobriety atthe rock bottom of the river bed, 


 


Tantalizing waterfalls of immaculate white froth cascading


majestically into a mist triumphant optimism; that thoroughly


charmed the spirit of a commercially depraved and


impoverished existence, 


 


Exuberant and curved lanes through the gigantic slopes that


rhapsodically led a beleaguered traveler to one of his most


cherished destinations; in an adventure towards exhilarating


righteousness, 


 


Fiercely mischievous monkeys gnawing at fruits of myriad


shapes and proportions - feasting at those occasional


succulent crumbs hurled by children - without giving a trifle


damn to vehicles that whizzed past at whirlwind speeds, 


 


Sporadic thunderstorms accompanied with indomitably


passionate streaks of silver lightening; that triggered


unmatched infernos of desire through the solitariness of


untainted valley, 


 


An instantaneous spell of torrential rain whilst sipping


marvelous hot tea in the garden; which to the utter and


incredulous amazement yielded impeccable white pearls of the


seasons virgin snow, 


 


An entire Herculean maze of tall trees that constituted the royal


approach to the spectacular city; an entrenchment so thickly


foliated; that it was here that wildlife existed to its unhesitatingly


glorious best, 


 


An unprecedented chill in the atmosphere as the night


romantically descended in the pristine gorge; and the woolens


which had become so obsolete in the sweltering city now


snatched impromptu from the innermost corners of the


suitcase, 


 


Unbelievably tall peaks clad in frosty coats of ice; looming


large and phlegmatically into the distant horizons as the car


entered and swerved sharply towards the last motorable patch


on the extraordinarily tenacious rock, 


 


A gloriously golden dawn which brought alongwith it an


optimistic desire to excel for the cause of goodness and truth -


as the invincible fireball of Sun brilliantly empowered the


surface of earth with the light of love and friendship, 


 


Gregarious grass buds sensuously draped in dew; with frogs


joyously scampering through the plush lawns - as nimble feet


indisputably relished their compassionate stroll on the ground


after ages; early morning, 


 


Tourists flocking from different parts of the globe; at their


vibrantly colorful best; cherishing the verdant landscapes and


that steeped to incomprehensibly surreal heights - ultimately


ending into bits of ebullient open space, 


 


A veritable treat for true lovers who philandered and flirted in


compassionate desire; on a land which was replete with


sumptuously ecstatic adventure and a serenity that befitted


perfect camaraderie, 


 


Poets, writers - described the town's imperious beauty in


verses, essays, that stupendously enthralled - and artists; 


sculptors; delivered their fantabulous best - amidst the aweinspiring


natural environment which mollified the tiniest of


apprehension, 


 


A panoramically adorable facilitator of peace - making the most


spitefully vengeful wholesomely shunt war and abominable


hatred - embrace the fellow living being in the essence of true


brotherhood, 


 


The palatial house of my wonderfully impressive grandparents


where I spent some of the most victorious moment of my


childhood - without worrying or contemplating an ounce on the


vagaries of the pompously spurious society, 


 


I salute my revered and sacrosanct birthplace - ‘ Dehradun '


and the imposingly towering queen hills of Mussorrie.



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