Nikhil Parekh

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

Candid Impression - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When I asked the serrated skinned crocodile to sketch
me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely
pulverized shape of my celestial form,

When I asked the clouds in the cosmos to sketch me;
all they ended up doing was; making an evanescent
image of my countenance; which faded sooner than it
had evolved,

When I asked the lecherously silken spider to sketch
me; all it ended up doing was; making an inconspicuous
thread like image; of my huge visage,

When I asked the profusely buried tree roots to sketch
me; all they ended up doing was; making an
overwhelmingly blotted caricature of my entity; strewn
with fathomless tons of dust,

When I asked the hideous vultures in the sky to sketch
me; all they ended up doing was; adding a pair of
diabolical wings to my body; which made people around
me run for their lives,

When I asked the army of abominable rats to sketch me;
all they ended up doing was; making cocoons of fetidly
stinking cheese; of my magnanimously philanthropic
facial contours,

When I asked the ominously savage stray dog to sketch
me; all it ended up doing was; making a deliciously
meaty bone of my exorbitantly heavy weight body,

When I asked the vivaciously striped croaking frog to
sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a lanky
blade of wild grass and blackness; of my robustly
sculptured agile framework,

When I asked the infinitesimally diminutive mosquito
to sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a
squalidly diseased form; of my supremely redolent
demeanor,

When I asked the resplendent blanket of stars to
sketch me; all they ended up doing was; making a
wildly flickering flame; of my emphatically sonorous
presence,

When I asked the mammoth plumes of ghastly bellowing
smoke to sketch me; all they ended up doing was;
making a unbelievably hostile portrait; of my
impeccable persona,

When I asked the gigantic elephant to sketch me; all
it ended up doing was; making an insurmountably
opprobrious mushroom; of my majestically domineering
form,

When I asked the satanically wading sharks in the
ocean to sketch me; all they ended up doing was;
making an enigmatic octopus; of my most unsurpassably
pragmatic form,

When I asked the melodiously ticking cuckoo clock to
sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making an
incomprehensibly pathetic numeral; of my insatiably
mystical and surreal brain,

When I asked the seed scattered rampantly on soil to
sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a magical
tree producing more of its kind; of my irrefutably
pristine visage,

When I asked the thunderously roaring panther to
sketch me; all it ended up doing was; making a
spuriously blowing whisker; of my boundless
conglomerate of authoritative bones,

When I asked the obnoxiously thorny cactus to sketch
me; all it ended up doing was; making a gruesomely
blistering desert; of my lusciously blossoming body,

When I asked my inimitably sacrosanct mother to sketch
me; all she ended up doing was; making an innocuously
sleeping child; of my completely grown up form,

But when I asked my divinely immortal beloved to
sketch me; she didn't sketch me at all; ripped apart
her heart instead; to show me my candid impression;
which had been there since centuries unfathomable; and
which she was sure would be always there; everytime
she took birth as a human again. 


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014



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