I knew a guy named ‘angel’; who as his name suggests should have been
as
sacrosanct as gods residing in the cosmos,
However when one encountered him in pragmatic reality; he looked like
an
diabolical giant; with unruly strands of hair prominently cascading
down his
nape.
I knew a guy named ‘Tarzan’; who as his name suggests should have been
as
strong as the rocks; with a plethora of muscles bulging through his
shirt,
However when I saw him transgressing across the road; he looked as
feeble as
the innocuous rabbit; trying to shirk society and retreat as quickly as
possible into his den.
I knew a girl named ‘felicity’; who as her name suggested should have
been
basking in a river of perennial happiness,
However when I sat with her for marathon hours on the trot; I realized
she was
a misfit for her name; as she neither smiled nor moved; incessantly
maintaining a face as expressionless as a stone.
I knew a guy named ‘prince’; who as his name suggested should have been
embellished in an armory of exquisite diamonds and silver,
However when one saw him voraciously scratching his hair; he held a
threadbare
container of steel to beg; wore scanty rags of paper to drape his
shivering
silhouette.
I knew a girl named ‘honey’; who as her name suggests should have been
as
sweet and melodious as the nectar oozing from beehives,
However when I sat beside her across the table; she irascibly hurled at
me a
volley of abashing expletives; burst on me unrelentingly like a
pugnacious
green chili.
I knew a guy named ‘love’; who as his name suggests should have been
with a
congenial attitude; amicably propagating the essence of friendship,
However when I stumbled upon him suddenly at the discotheque; the first
thing
he said was; he wanted to mercilessly kill the girl next door for
rejecting
his proposal of illicit romance.
I knew a girl named ‘rose’; who as her name suggests should have been
as
mystical and enchanting as the mesmerizing flower,
However it was a fact that people shut their noses as she arrived; as
she
smelt of deplorable rotten eggs; intransigently spreading her aroma
wherever
she went.
I knew a guy named ‘crystal’; who as his name suggests should have been
as
scintillating as the conglomerate of silver mirrors,
However when I nudged by him on the street under the dazzling sunlight;
I
could hardly believe my eyes; as he appeared blacker than the blackest
piece
of coal existing on this earth.
On the other hand I knew a guy named ‘brownie’; who as his name
suggests
should have been colored as disdainful mud,
However when I saw him addressing a large assemblage of people; I
realized
that not only was he fair as white ice; but he had the charisma
embedded in
him which few residing on this globe possess.
Therefore folks this is a question I put before you; tell me all of you
‘WHAT’S THERE IN A NAME’; what’s there to even contemplate about a
name,
When the true beauty; the incorrigible spirit to live; the celestial
feeling
of benevolence and unbiased love; all lies impregnated in the throbbing
heart.
(c) (r) copyright- by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.



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Nikhil Parekh is a Five-Time World Record Holder Poet with the Limca Book of Records India (Only 2nd in World Rankings to the Guinness Book of World Records). His complete poems, books, world records in poetry, awards, works and most recent world peace projects can be sighted at his websites : NikhilParekh.org or NikhilParekh.com. One can also join thousands of his friends, fans, readers, patrons via the various links at his websites.
What’s in a name, well writtten,
just mortals here to be forgotten.
What’s in a name, may I claim,
when you die nothing would remain.
A rose could well be called lotus,
distraction could well be focus.
A prince could well be a pauper,
a mantis could be named a grasshopper.
A name perhaps is just to identify,
of your worth define and signify.
A name sometimes could be a burden,
its a practice for what, no one’s really certain.
What’s in a name really does matter,
for you can’t call a holy river a gutter.
And you may ask why,
still be clueless till I die.
Let the prince be a pauper,
a dreadful robber be a preacher.
Flowers could be called a nectar,
what really matters is the character.
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