Nikhil Parekh

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

Caps - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When I wore a cap of profusely lambasted eggs; all
that my brain could ever envisage; was pathetically
strangulated and disgustingly sullen boredom,
When I wore a cap of ravishingly seductive lotus; all
that my brain could ever conceive; was exotically
voluptuous fragrance; sensuously flirting in the
aisles of untamed desire; for times immemorial,
When I wore a cap of gorily squelched thorns; all that
my brain could ever perceive; was brutally acrimonious
disaster; with my entire countenance perennially
enshrouded by vindictive cloudbursts of vengeful war,
When I wore a cap of disdainfully pulverized butter;
all that my brain could ever contemplate; was
miserably horrendous grease; my entire visage
trembling in a pool of lividly despicable frustration,
When I wore a cap of profoundly scintillating pearls;
all that my brain could ever imagine; was dancing in
the corridors of everlasting prosperity; with
aristocratically nubile maidens of my choice,
When I wore a cap of ravishingly rudimentary mud; all
that my brain could ever visualize; was patriotically
surging ahead to blissfully free my savagely
incarcerated and sacrosanct motherland,
When I wore a cap of beautifully mesmerizing silk; all
that my brain could ever comprehend; was a timelessly
sensuous entrenchment of enchanting fairies; the
angels of seductive romance forever casting a spell
binding spell,
When I wore a cap of daintily rhetoric nightingale
feather; all that my brain could ever cogitate; was a
stupendously enthralling gorge of celestially
placating sounds; divinely blessing each of my
tumultuously frazzled senses,
When I wore a cap of unfathomably eternal dewdrops;
all that my brain could ever ponder; was a wonderfully
majestic civilization of impregnably united harmony; a
blending of all goodness into the religion of mankind,
When I wore a cap of disgustingly decaying mushrooms;
all that my brain could ever ruminate; was mercurial
fractions of ungainly obsolescence; the
lackadaisically morbid stones strewn laggardly on the
dusty ground,
When I wore a cap of boisterously buzzing and rampant
honey bees; all that my brain could ever wonder; was
holistically vibrant sweetness; the astounding
kaleidoscope of vivacious colors in marvelous life,
When I wore a cap of hi-tech and overwhelmingly
contemporary computer microchips; all that my brain
could ever fantasize; was aliens descending in
torrential frenzy from fathomless carpets of space; to
extraordinary metamorphose the complexion of this;
ludicrously dull planet,
When I wore a cap of poignantly tangy lemons; all that
my brain could ever dream; was intrepidly swimming
through the heart of the ecstatically choppy sea;
thunderously feasting every bedraggled pore of my
anguished skin; with the flamboyant shimmer of the
midday Sun,
When I wore a cap of mystically slithering snakes; all
that my brain could ever think; was lethally venomous
danger indefatigably encircling my penurious life; an
inscrutable grandeur that sent a chill to even the
last bone down my naked spine,
When I wore a cap of sordidly ominous charcoal; all
that my brain could ever hypothesize; was abominably
faltering dirt; a dungeon of despondently treacherous
blackness; drifting me towards the aisles of gruesome
nothingness,
When I wore a cap of irrefutably unassailable and
priceless truth; all that my brain could ever
romanticize; was unconquerably glittering triumph; an
unsurpassable urge to ardently exist with infinite
more innocuous of mind; for centuries immemorial,
When I wore a cap of pricelessly benevolent
solidarity; all that my brain could ever believe; was
that there was no strength greater than the fortress
of celestially amalgamated humanity; which confronted
even the most tyrannically uncouth of impediments;
with the grace of a victoriously brandishing prince,
When I wore a cap of exuberantly exhilarating air; all
that my brain could ever feel; was that the chapter of
life perpetually proliferating upon this boundless
planet; the royally Omnipotent desire to forever live;
and let live,
And when I wore a cap of my immortally sacred beloved;
all that my brain could ever think; was the
perennially Omnipresent garden of amiable sharing; the
most invincible element of creation; called timeless
love. 


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