Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


No ornaments of gold needed; to embellish my body, 


 


No chunks of land needed; for me to tread blissfully on this earth, 


 


No flames of fire needed; to warm me and illuminate my night, 


 


No streams of water needed; to wash myself and rejuvenate my senses to the pinnacle of ecstasy, 


 


No island of Sun needed; to impart warmth to my life, 


 


No strawberry sweets needed; to placate my dying taste buds, 


 


No rainbow in the sky needed; to vivaciously glimmering my eyes, 


 


No sparkling slabs of glass needed; in which I could sight my reflection, 


 


No salt needed; to add pinches of exotic taste to my food, 


 


No grandiloquent watch needed; to accurately apprise me of every second unleashing, 


 


No enchanting music needed; to pacify my agitated senses, 


 


No tantalizing dance needed; to wake me up from dreary sleep, 


 


No gaudy clothes needed; to sequester me from bizarre cold, 


 


No morsels of rice and curd needed to appease my insatiable hunger, 


 


No spurious armory of smiles needed; to unrelentingly shower upon me droplets of pure rain, 


 


No tears of empathy needed; to sympathize with me in my times of affliction and distress, 


 


No books of literature needed to; enrich my knowledge about the historical times, 


 


No cherries and wine needed; to entertain me beyond the point of no control, 


 


No draughts of cool air needed; to wipe of the sweat trickling down my nape, 


 


No bundles of currency needed; to execute all my desires to lavishly spend, 


No bombastic attention needed; to escalate me to the corridors of supreme fame, 


 


No cushions of grass needed; to shield my feet from a ground laid with acerbic thorns, 


 


No blood needed; to circulate in my body granting me the tenacity to gush forward, 


 


No ideals needed; to chisel a new and philosophical chapter in life, 


 


No lights needed; to guide me ahead after stringently breaking through the darkness of the gruesome night, 


 


No palaces needed; to serve me oligarchic cuisine; with the triangular crown placed fancily on my head, 


 


No bones needed; to fortify my body; grant me the resilience to fight against the uncouth society, 


 


No garlands needed; to felicitate me sanctimoniously; loud speakers announcing my presence in every road and street, 


 


No dreams needed; to tingle the chords of rampant imagination; place me in a paradise of lost fairies, 


 


No love needed; to maneuver me into a world of passionate romance; ignite unburned desires of my soul, 


 


No breath needed; to peacefully meditate; carry on the chapter of harmonious existence,  


 


just me and my CREATOR; staring profoundly at each Other; with my head knelt in meek submission in His lap; and the omnipotent power in His palms; besieging my heart with perennial happiness; putting me to an eternal sleep; with the world failing miserably this time to disturb me.



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Just Me And My Creator

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