Nikhil Parekh

Freshman - 508 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

At Her Doorstep - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When I was sleeping blissfully on my bed; she came intermittently in my
dreams,
And as I emitted my first thunderous yawn after awakening; the dainty
outlines of her visage last night struck me like bolts of lightening.
When I just bathed my disheveled persona; taking stupendous care to
evacuate
the last bit of dirt adhering to my eardrum,
The scent of her body tingled me beyond the point of no control; and a
sly
smile crept viciously across the contours of my lips.
When I thought of starting from home; her dwelling seemed far away;
with
several barricades separating us,
The summit of her building seemed like an ephemeral glimpse of my
memory;
with a desire to meet her heavily stifled due to the long distance.
When I just kicked my scooter to commence on my expedition; my heart
throbbed a little,
And there was a profound glimmer of hope in my eyes; that I might
salvage a
chance to meet her.
When I hit the streets; traversing leisurely lost in the enchantment of
the
mystical surroundings,
Her voice seemed to stimulate my nerves; and the ravishing silhouette
of her
eyelashes propeled me to increase my speed a trifle further.
When I had to stand still in the traffic; with the lights changing
brusquely
to red,
I wildly tried to cognize our last conversation; in the midst of
chaotic
pandemonium of blaring horns and exhaust smoke.
When I met her friends in the way, I gave a peevish smile; with a tiny
wave
of my hands,
Tried to visualize the infinite aspects which made my beloved more
beautiful
than her spuriously attired mate.
When I was extremely near her lawns; the blocks of her edifice now
prominently visible to my eye,
The blood in my veins ran faster; and buckets of perspiration trickled
down
my nape in rapid succession.
And when I reached her doorsteps; the caress of her doorbell at whisker
lengths from my hands,
That was the moment; when I swooned on the floor in sheer ecstasy; and
before I could knock on the wood; her mesmerizing forehead appeared
before
me; and her breath bonded perpetually with mine. 


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014



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