Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet by I Liked The Way nikhil parekh

Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

I liked the way; the jugglery of bones moved in the body,

I liked the way thunderous clouds in the cosmos produced sheets of torrential rain,

I liked the way in which fish swam articulately swishing their silken fins,

I liked the way; in which handsome horses galloped down the plateau at swashbuckling speeds,

I liked the way; in which fluorescent bulbs diffused gaudy lights on the street,

I liked the way; in which steaming brown filter coffee was poured melodiously in bar mugs,

I liked the way; in which intricate zones in my eardrum reacted ecstatically to vociferous sound,

I liked the way; tones of literature was juxtaposed on immaculate bond paper

of books,

I liked the way; in which gleaming sheath of Black hair cascaded down effeminate shoulders,

I liked the way; in which the railway engine obstreperously chugged through

solitary arenas of desert,

I liked the way; in which a plethora of bamboo sticks were used to construct fortified enclosures for dwelling,

I liked the way; in which golden particles of saw dust flew haphazardly in the austere breeze,

I liked the way; in which the princely panther clambered tall trees with nonchalant ease,

I liked the way; in which scores of glowworm radiated mystical rays at the onset of twilight,

I liked the way; in which the crystal waterfall plummeted down the slopes at tumultuous speeds,

I liked the way; in which small cubes of ice rolled down the slope; eventually transiting into a mighty avalanche,

I liked the way; in which enchanting shapes were sketched by synchronized strokes of the paint brush,

I liked the way; in which those dying of thirst; quenched their thirst drinking

gallons of spring water,

I liked the way; in which ostentatious cars sped down the valley at rollicking speeds,

I liked the way; in which people bounced on an island of pure jelly; catapulting a few feet above ground,

I liked the way; in which the cricket ball was hurled over the fence with overwhelming tenacity,

I liked the way; in which innocuous toddlers played incessantly in pools of wet mud,

I liked the way; in which the philanthropic politician helped clusters of individuals afflicted by distress,

I liked the way; in which the voluptuous nightingale flooded the atmosphere with mesmerizing rhyme,

I liked the way; in which crisp flakes of popcorn tumbled in unison from the wending machine,

I liked the way; in which man toiled to unprecedented limits in order to retain his self esteem,

I liked the way; in which young hearts throbbed violently; falling prey to inevitable love,

I liked the way; in which tender patches of my skin developed disdainful rash when stung by harmless nettle,

I liked the way; in which the flag patronizing my nation fluttered high in the wind,

I liked the way; in which people bereft of sight; still had a zeal to live; relying solely on the sense of hearing,

I liked the way; in which acrimonious rays of Sun fumigated all the filth on earth,

I liked the way; in which colossal mountains trembled due to onslaught of the earthquake,

I liked the way; in which pellucid mirror of glass reflected my authentic image,

I liked the way; in which the tranquil moon shone on my eyes when I was in

realms of deep sleep,

I liked the way; in which all the tangible and intangible existed; under a single roof; blended with harmony and love,

And over and above all I liked the way; in which God created man; from which hailed my very own ancestors,

Who in turn bestowed upon me the power to like and dislike.

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