Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

after marriage


Before marriage she used to keep me handsomely like a
king on her lids; dancing them every now and again to
rejuvenate my overwhelmingly harried senses,
While after marriage she hardly opened her eyes; kept
sleeping like an untamed monster all day; despite the
most passionate of my appeals.
Before marriage she harbored me like the most prized
ring on her finger; scrubbing it umpteenth number of
times with the ointment of her sensuous love,
While after marriage she locked her ornament in her
dilapidated rusty safe; leaving me in the realms of
obsolete oblivion to contend with the dust and demons.
Before marriage she possessed me like a cherished rose
in vase of her heart; harnessing me with the crimson
blood that flowed profusely through her veins,
While after marriage she ruthlessly ripped me apart;
left me to decay with the stinking pile of garbage and
the sweeper blowing me in nonchalant disdain; with the
bristles of his threadbare broomstick.
Before marriage she chanted my name infinite times in
a single minute; refraining to commence any activity
without its irrefutably sacred presence on her lips,
While after marriage she stared like a complete
stranger into my innocuous eyes; austerely asking who
I indeed was with an unheard abuse.
Before marriage she offered me a place to sit; even if
that meant that she stood for mind-boggling hours on
the trot,
While after marriage she sat on top of me with her
battalion of fat friends; started to thunderously
laugh without the slightest of gasp or respite.
Before marriage she remained starved till the time I
didn't eat; famishing her dainty persona to
unprecedented limits till the moment I fed her the
first morsel of food with my very own fingers,
While after marriage she finished breakfast; lunch;
dinner at a single shot; made me run for my life
before she decided to set her gigantic intentions on
my robust skin.
Before marriage she hummed mesmerizing tunes in my ear
before I went off to sleep; blessing my dreary
countenance with divinely reinvigoration and celestial
peace,
While after marriage she woke me the very next instant
with her volcanic flurry of snores; commanded me to
stand guard on the shivering gate to guard her until
she awoke sometime past brilliant afternoon.
Before marriage she bathed under the heavenly springs;
adorned her neck with the most stupendously scented
flowers; to astonishingly take my breath away from its
very roots,
While after marriage she kept stubbornly lying like a
corpse at one place; ordering me to snap the flies
wandering past her month long unwashed cheeks.
Before marriage she imprisoned me in her breath like
the most precious jewel that ever existed; immortally
holding me close to her chest as it rose and fell
harmoniously; in blissful tandem with the wind,
While after marriage she blew me away like a speck of
inconspicuous dirt; attaching a price tag to my neck
for auctioning me in the commercial junkyard.
Before marriage she kept compassionately kissing me
till eternity; igniting dormant infernos in my visage
to leap upto the fathomless sky,
While after marriage I made a dash for safer havens
with my tail beneath my legs; as I sighted the entire
jugglery of kitchen forks menacingly tighten in her
hands.
And Before marriage she made me feel like the King of
the Universe; applauding me insurmountably even for
the most blatant blunder that I might have committed,
While after marriage she gave her heart to the stone
miserably wailing on the streets; wholesomely kept me
only to convert it specially for her; into a fountain
of new life. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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