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Chandresh Parmar

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My doppelganger pretends to be an assistant professor in English. A logogogue, into philosophy & art.
September 10, 2016
 

#Inversion #Solipsist

Lost in you.
Found in self.

- Chandresh Parmar

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September 10, 2016
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The less is more, more than, the more is less.

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September 10, 2016
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#NanoWrite

"I don't know you. I know my perception about you."

- Chandresh Parmar

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September 10, 2016
Bharuch, India

#Aspersions #LoveHate

Why do you want me
to breathe now
this fetid air of
stagnant water,
when once I had
breathed frothy
redolence of
mad sea
that loved
my every
single pore
so gently?

- Chandresh Parmar

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March 25, 2016
 

Stopped writing or enured to pain?
The question, I seek in vain.
"How far shall you go?"
Huh. I won't listen to it, though.
I failed to have a mot juste
for 'how we relate in love, at first'.
My thoughts, like a lost covey,
languid of strain, seek their way.
All I can sum up is here.
We walked together
but it was only I that
dwelled in the other!

© Chandresh Parmar

JE SUIS BELGIUM
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March 25, 2016
 

Tied with the nuptial knot
before four years,
but I feel you came across thestreen.
We cherish for gossamer dreams
that have come true.
We read each other flipping
some pages
A few in distress and more
in beatitude.
I didn't eblandish you
for your hand.
I knew, I was flown.
I don't brag of contentment as
we built a bridge over differences.
Yes. We fought like hell
but more of we loved like heaven.
'Found in each other' is mot juste for us.
If ever my notes, you feel, are perfervid,
let me remind, feelings are much more
than all the words express.
Let's not be perfect.
Let the perfect be us.

- Chandresh Parmar

JE SUIS BELGIUM
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March 25, 2016
 

You said that you were offended.
I sensed somehow,
I was on your mind.
I said that I hadn't an iota of quibble.
I think you're in my heart.

© Chandresh Parmar

JE SUIS BELGIUM
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March 24, 2016
 

#NanoWrite

Was just a smile away,
but your belgard,
the grace of
your demeanour,
was a better
reason to carry on
'the way it is.'

- Chandresh Parmar

JE SUIS BELGIUM
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March 24, 2016
 

No more haze on the maze,
that used to obfuscate.
Bouncy locks and
sooty arrows.
Beauty is morning.
(An inversion)

© Chandresh Parmar

JE SUIS BELGIUM
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March 24, 2016
 

My fag goes off.
You die in my ashtray
just to emerge again
from my curled up
fancies.

- Chandresh Parmar

JE SUIS BELGIUM
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February 25, 2016
 

This darkness
enfolds me
but ignites a
light within.
The zephyr hums
me a secret of
yours and thus
I flail my arms
in rivulet.
You fade,
fade in no time.
I don't wait for
an another
star to break
for you were
hesternal fancy
and I'm, my
eternal truth!

© Chandresh Parmar

GEORGE MICHAEL
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December 31, 2015
Bharuch, India

None but You made a split
in my core.
Catalyst unaffected.
Not broken. Two whole.
I'm an/in ailment and
I'm my only panacea.

© Chandresh Parmar

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December 31, 2015
Bharuch, India

#Poem
Love turned like confetti,
words- soothing, emollient
but beloved, no longer sentient
to see my exigencies.
Fears obvolving my 'being' and
feeelings groping for
hands at night.

© Chandresh Parmar

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December 31, 2015
Bharuch, India

#Poem
Nidificating in a dark nook,
I usher thee in.
Wish I had
a camouflaged cocoon
to clad ourselves.
I crave thee, o soul.
Be insouciant with me.
Make each moment
a zillion lives
and explaterate
till time ceases.

© Chandresh Parmar

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October 29, 2015
 

What if I'm the most fulgent
in the galaxy?
My beams gambol in
firmament and
in nooks unknown.
They travel for zillions of
kilometres but you know,
it's in vain eventually
for they are vanquished
on thy walloping waves.
Alas! I could never touch
your dark core!

© Chandresh Parmar

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October 29, 2015
 

Let's attune our convulsive gasp and
Inscribe verses on each other's collarbone with lips
Let's soar at sensational pinnacle
and let snuggling reach
to smothering wild.
Let's merge our entities.

© Chandresh Parmar

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October 29, 2015
 

'Together and Miles Apart'

Where does your contour wane?
I rave underneath and sing
thy grace to my confidante, night.
My reverberations don't reach to you
but I do break in splits of seconds.
You coyly lurk in back of
imbriferous clouds
and my patience slips
into oblivion.
Nectar in stillatitious
downpour won't satiate
my soul, an anadipsic,
for I get quenched when
your beams gambol on me
and I gobble you up
twixt my every thudding.
But even in my nescience of
how far you may be
I still and will for time, infinite,
wallop myself singing
the saga of love.
I wish, I could leap from offing
and reach to you through
penumbral shade furtively
and obvolve you in my core!

© Chandresh Parm...

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September 12, 2015
 

'Od, Are You Asleep?

Thole thy life
and stand parfay
'Tis all thou can say.
'Od, are you asleep?,
when derelicts sniff cockain
and guns are shaped?  
You're out of my mind,for
You made us reach mars,
Still we fear unknown hours
of impending mishaps.
How and when,
shall we find the way
you want to convey?
A starta gasps in
Sysiphean labour,
the other rolling in
luccalan life.
Here, youth in rampage
and chirubs in stampede
are victims of headless rage.
Are you there to see?
is this the way you
want us cease to be?
Your agents fudge
your preaching.
Infer I, not all
want to sift
and impart
your meaning.
Are not you willing
to deter them dealing?
I know not your
Quintessence,
I beseech th...

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August 14, 2015
 

'Note of a Nyctophile'

What if I say,
day is the vision of the sun
and night, the truth.
Wasn't globe born outta
womb of darkness?
Corpses move mechanically
at day in all directions.
While night infuses the soul
that plays jovially at rest.
Masquerade I, at day when
sighs are held back with reins
of finer breaths on countenance.
Nope. But I concoct not
to distract you chaps.
Though I wish you
to attune with me.
How can I be wrong for
I love those perky moments?
Like moonlight romancing
furtively with intricate corners,
my frisky ruffled hair
outta car window
feel air lingering
on artery at night.
I enfold my soul
among dark draperies
left loose by night.
Reason that surpasses
is h...

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August 5, 2015
 

'I am Gonna Paint You'

I'm lost but not found.
You know, I sip not,
I always slug down.
I pick now my goblet
that leaves the lips scarlet.
I am gonna paint you
till I taste the same as you.
Let silhouettes slip into dark
where passions interwine
and even Eros says, hark!
You dragged me once outta vacuity.
And now I'll coalesce you in my entity!

© Chandresh Parmar

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July 29, 2015
 

'Slant I Slightly...'

Slant I slightly and
clad the sigh.
Soar I high
so sneaks the lie.
Fulgent sun has set and
back to where I nestle
I lower heart's portcullis,
for only you can dwell
in my castle.
Silence kvetches
loud within
and voice whimpers
in trance.
Stars too hoodwink
as they fall when I blink.
Ceaseless psithurism
brings along
smell of yours,
that tantalises.
I cherish past
rendezvous
when dwindled moon
beheld our love
bashing furtively
behind imbriferous clouds!
Bring back the beat
razzmatazz
where my soul
used to rollick
on floor of your dreams!
Bring back the beat.
Bring back the beat.

© Chandresh Parmar

LOVE WINS
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July 21, 2015
 

'Whence Serein Whispers'

I won't.
I won't swashbuckle more
and I no longer ponder over your pyrrhic win.
I'm no Shelley to sing
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed.
For mind rumbles Keatsian line,
heard melodies are sweet but those unheard are sweeter.
I spill my words amongst drops
whence serein whispers tune
and things loose their edges.
I sing in fogy dislimned way
and guzzle the elixir, exotica.
Shed I skin of thy memories
along with my angst and
inured I move ahead
melting in my Vision!

© Chandresh Parmar

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July 15, 2015
 

'I Lumbered in Lanes....'

I lumbered in lanes in my leisure but
my shadow followed you back.
I scurried back to you sea but
you resonate laments of river,
formed when I threw my world
into it for her.
Spumes I see remind me unfinished
dreams, dispersed,
that touch the shore of my heart
and I have to let them retreat.
You reflect my woebegone demeanour
but we differ on a point
where you reveal and I conceal
the waves.
My waves, esoterica
seek the sea that'll  embrace
their entities deep in its heart
for the time, infinite.  

© Chandresh Parmar

AMETHYST ORCHID
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July 13, 2015
 

'Behind Embraced Eyelashes'

(To me) Hush! mumble not even in silence.
Let my words be wrapped in plush
soaring along to a distant azure.
Behind embraced eyelashes I pamper past days of seclusion.
I ensconce on a straying cloud, thinking,
How did I leave my ivory tower for you?
Where in moments at day I was silent
and at night, I and moon were equally vibrant.
Usher me in or better let me fly
for my feathers are fluffier than your feelings.
I won't amputate my limbs
for I have some different whims.
My heart, a pendulum ociliating between sky and soil.
But my brain wishes to vanquish this toil.
My feathers shed and my hopes dangle but for the time left with me, I won't wrangle!

© Chandresh ...

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July 9, 2015
 

'For You, Bygone'

Mizzle kisses its mother earth and
Flowers have their heads up.
Droplets run at edges of their leaves and barks absorb the awaited elixir.
Ay me! No longer hear I, thy name.
I wait for downpour that will wash
my windowpane, besmeared with thy name.
In my somniloquy, there used to be thy name, yelled.
Now our fingers no longer twiddle together
Set apart you seek anew in this weather
Why do I recall, I still can't relate.
I look now at a gallivant moppet
that hops to splash running water.
Let me be like it, uncared and zealous ever.
Let me be at peace, you bygone
For I hold, real ones do never leave but fake ones do.

© Chandresh Parmar

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July 8, 2015
 

You lived with me.
But I lived in you.
You exhaled me in disdain.
But I inhaled you in affection.
You loved an ocean, confined.
But I loved the sky, infinite.
You only verbalised feelings.
But I gave them meaning.
When you couldn't find the right meaning, you fabricated the one.
Let me revert the order.
I just changed
But you got revealed.

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July 7, 2015
 

'Won't Holler at You'

My ramshackle heart
and voice won't holler at you.
I listen the string being plunked
and my wistful memories splatter.
Wishes again entwine my lithe limbs.
From the curls of my hair glide my fingertips.
How come I forgot your being an itinerant?
I dreamt you, busker, fanning the flame.
Recall I insanely bygone days when
I used to lie on chintz couch, waffling.
You, lost in my visage with your ravishing lips.
I scampered in my ethereal mind to pluck the words to allure you with.
But you faded without leaving even a souvenir.
My ink now blots on paper with the squirm of thy thoughts.
and my vestigial words have been scribbled.
I won't ever flip this page of love.
In my ...

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July 4, 2015
 

'A Serenade Under a Palace, Luxe'

'Twas dark starry canopy then.
A demoiselle in slumber,
in her palace, luxe.
A hombre enamored of her
stood underneath her gallery
with lambent flares of fancies
but impatiently pondering about time, too,
which with talons will pounce soon.
Still in his voguish trilby, fiddled he an exotic tune,
a mistaken busker he was before.
Thither, her opened eyes gazed at chandelier and
saw the countless questions in reflection of eyes.
Awakened by the tune, she left for the gallery.
Glinting moonbeams gamboled on her face,
frail fingers played at the hem of her gaudy pomp.
She beheld him with ogling, enigmatic eyes.
Her mind, a sanctum of solitude,
subdued now ...

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July 4, 2015
 

Chuckled and bade adieu.
Home was left in throbbing of the other half.
Wayfarer faded plunking the string as if he is inured and moving in introspection.

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LOVE WINS
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