Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

a carpet of life


I wore a brilliantly orange cloak of vibrant oranges;
when I felt I was ardently surging forward; towards
the fireballs of untamed exuberance,
I wore a sedately tranquil apron of celestial
dewdrops; when I felt a wave of overwhelming
contentment wholesomely enshrouding; every iota of my
profusely fatigued countenance,
I wore a seductive cistern of rustling tree leaves;
when I felt the bountifully enchanting winds of the
astoundingly tantalizing night; tickle me like a new
born child,
I wore a mystically fragrant garland of robust roses;
when I felt every step of my impoverished existence;
unfurling into an unfathomably priceless ocean of
virile dreams,
I wore a thunderously poignant tiger skin; when I felt
the insatiable inferno of surreptitious carnal desire;
transcend its ebullient spell over each of my;
devastatingly beleaguered senses,
I wore a titillating cloud of enamoring velvet; when I
felt the skies of profoundly enigmatic mysticism;
unrelentingly bequeathing upon me; the spell binding
rain drops of perennial yearning,
I wore a statue of profusely intrepid earth; when I
felt the unflinchingly impregnable mountain of blazing
patriotism; scintillating unleash from every pore of
my nimble visage,
I wore a piquant shawl of tumultuously fiery chili;
when I felt irascibly provoked by the uncouthly savage
and acrimoniously conventional society; when the
spirit of retribution was all that diffused from my
diminutive soul,
I wore a gorgeous sheet of emphatically whistling
bells; when I felt jubilantly philandering through the
aisles of fascinating romance; euphorically
hoodwinking the majestic Sun; before it kissed the
horizons goodbye,
I wore a sparkling scarf of innocuously radiating
pearls; when I felt as if the entire grandiloquence on
this Universe; had divinely blended with each droplet
of my effusively scarlet blood,
I wore a dilapidated curtain of threadbare cotton;
when I felt invidiously stabbed for centuries
immemorial; by dolorously depressing coffins of;
bizarre loneliness,
I wore a incredulously slim handkerchief of moisture;
when I felt the blistering heat of the treacherously
sweltering Sun; disdainfully scorch my demeanor to;
gruesomely livid ash,
I wore a compassionately warm mattress of sheepskin;
when I felt particles of forlorn remorsefulness
infiltrate deep down into my soul; when the avalanches
of freezing winter unsparingly endeavored their best;
to asphyxiate the last breath out of my lungs,
I wore boundless helmets of formidable solidarity;
when the sky surrounding me rained down globules of
penalizing hell; ruthlessly lambasting my body with
whirlwinds of maliciously disparaging discontent,
I wore colossal jackets of ravishing watermelon skin;
when I felt my mind was going insanely berserk; when I
felt that I needed to melodiously placate that extra
iota of my; vindictive steam,
I wore a robotic map of pragmatic commercialism; when
I felt that I was drifting a trifle too much; towards
the world of surreally meaningless and lackadaisical
nothingness,
I wore an irrefutably unassailable fortress of truth;
when I felt that I was blissfully transiting into
impeccable childhood; seeking the most mesmerizing of
solace in life; in the feet of my divinely mother,
I wore a stupendously grandiloquent entrenchment of
breath; when I felt that I was deliberating dwindling
towards my morbidly insidious corpse; when I felt as
if I had abnegated all charm to exist,
And I wore an immortal carpet of unconquerable life;
when I felt I was falling in sacred love; perpetually
entwining every element of my persona with my heavenly
beloved; forever and ever and ever. 

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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