Poems by Dhruv Parekh

Waiting

a poem by

Dhruv Parekh

I am the eternal
Eternally waiting

And the waiter does not know
Who is waiting?
Waiting for what?
Why waiting?

For it matters no more
What only matters is
The Waiting

And hence I will wait
For an Eternity
Till all walls and Differences
Drop and merge
And cannot distinguish
The waiting from eternity
And so I become the ‘Waiting’

Waiting for Myself?
Waiting for God?
Waiting for Godot?

For it matters no more
What only matters is
The Waiting

And hence I will wait
For an Eternity
Till all walls and Differences
Drop and merge
And cannot distinguish
The waiting from eternity
And so waiting becomes the Eternal
And so I am the eternal!

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Feelings, at Birth!

a poem by

Dhruv Parekh

Feelings
Out of depth
Out of an abyss
Out of a whirlpool
Hands move slowly
Out of Habit
Splash around as if
Swimming through Air
First time.
Feeling of freedom!

Feelings
Of tasting the Sound
Like the wind whispering
Against the waters of the Sea
The exclamations and sighs
The sniffles and cries
Of delight
Uttered and Heard
First time.
Feeling of Joy!

Feelings
Of Tasting the Light
Like sea waves touched
By first rays of sunshine
The very being
Touched by Light.
Warm, glowing and engulfing
First time.
Feeling of belonging!

Feelings
Of Tasting the Touch
Like sea shore touched
By the waves of a cool contended sea
The very being
In Hands firm sure and soft
Of comfort in arms
First time.
Feeling of security!

Feelings of opening the eyes
Feelings of seeing the smiles
Feelings of a hot tear on cheek
Feelings of an accomplishment
First time.
Feelings, Feelings of being born!

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Life’s Autobiography

a poem by

Dhruv Parekh

I am the absolute
Waiting to be known
I am the known
Waiting to be recognized
I am recognition
Waiting to be explored
I am exploration
Waiting to be discovered
I am discovery
Waiting to be understood
I am the understanding
Waiting to be accepted
I am the acceptance
Waiting to be perfect
I am the perfection
Waiting to be absolute!
I am the absolute

I am breath
Waiting to be born
I am birth
Waiting for a life
I am life
Waiting to be lived
I am the lived
Waiting to die
I am death
Waiting to return home
I am the home
Waiting to wander
I am the wandering
Waiting to explore
I am the exploration
Waiting to be realized
I am the realization
Waiting for a form
I am the form
Waiting for the breath
I am the Life!

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Canvass

a poem by

Dhruv Parekh

Life is full of colour, a colourful tapestry.
And you would like to paint existence in all its hues, myriad colours.
Cheerful. Riotous. Melancholy. Reflective.

But than what are you waiting for?
I am your canvass. Your Creation. So Begin.
Paint me the way you want.

And when you begin to paint you will use lots of colours, wild bold stokes.
For you’ll have so much to say.
And when you step back to reflect you may find it a tad confusing, crammed.
For you may have tried to say everything, all together.

But then you can remove a few layers of paint and begin all over again.and again and again.
And perhaps each time the colours may reduce, strokes smoother, pallet more pleasing.
And then you scarp it clean and start all over again.

Till you can say all that you want with fewer colours, fewer strokes.

And then perhaps after scraping, cleaning you might leave the Canvas Blank.
Absolutely Blank.
In all its pristine original glory.
Back to square one?
Back to the Beginning?

Till you begin all over again, maybe?
The End. The Beginning. The Canvass.

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Diamonds

a poem by

Dhruv Parekh

In the Dark Black Emptiness
of the Void.
A spark, A Sparkle.
Getting brighter with each passing moment.
Emitting iridescent beauty from within.

And then one more sparkle in the distant corner.
A blue in this, a yellow in another.
The Grand Spectacle of Diamonds in the sky.

Like the birth of a diamond
from the dark black emptiness of the coal mine,
Birth of Stars, Universe, Galaxies
form the Dark Black Emptiness of the Void.

Both Brilliant Shining Sparkling.
And will go on thus.
Till Eternity.

For Diamonds are forever.

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