Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

companion


The flamboyantly blazing rays of the marvelously royal
Sun; were my passionately piquant companions; for the
perseveringly sweltering day,
Ravishing beams of mystically resplendent moonlight;
were my eternally gratifying companions; for the
voluptuously silken night,
The tree leaves rustling in spell binding
vivaciousness; were my most blissful companions in my
times of; disastrously sordid loneliness,
Springs of Omnisciently cascading water; were my
bountifully quelling companions; when I dreadfully
sulked in a whirlpool of abominably horrendous dirt,
Pristine shores incessantly rumbling with
tantalizingly undulating waves; were my ravishingly
tangy companions; in my times of drearily despicable
depression,
Fathomless carpets of enchantingly grandiloquent
skies; were my timelessly invincible companions; in my
times of lackadaisically crippling boredom,
Hives of melodiously sweet and glitteringly golden
honey; were my beautifully enamoring companions; in my
times of gruesomely malevolent bitterness,
Truculently vibrant tornados of patriotism; were my
unflinchingly intrepid companions; in my times of
remorsefully morbid stagnation and doleful malice,
Innocuously Omnipotent and divinely children; were my
unequivocally benign companions; in my times of
horrendously manipulative distress,
Enigmatically slithering and charismatic snakes; were
my enchantingly evoking companions; in my times of
maniacally commercial monotonousness,
Redolently everlasting and incredulously profuse
roses; were my integrally handsome companions; in my
times of despairingly staggering melancholy,
Whirlwinds of untamed exuberance; were my perpetually
bestowing companions; in my times of nonchalantly
dwindling towards my gorily sinister corpse,
Aristocratically silken and mesmerizing feathers; were
my magically symbiotic companions; in my times of
irascibly disdainful nervousness,
Rhapsodically raining marshmallows of azure clouds;
were my torrentially dynamic companions; in my times
of penalizingly sorrowful banishment,
Tantalizingly boisterous and fascinating fairies; were
my ingratiatingly iridescent companions; in my times
of disgustingly orphaned prejudice,
Rivers of impeccably glistening milk; were my
celestially profound companions; in my times of
murderously abhorrent fanaticism,
Omnipresently sacrosanct steps of the princely mosque;
were my pricelessly ultimate companions; in my times
of inexplicably unending and tyrannizing trauma,
Fireballs of insatiably untamed breath; were my
tumultuously compassionate companions; in my times of
dastardly extinguishing into winds of cowardly
oblivion,

But your immortally impregnable and ebullient heart;
was my Omnipotently eternal companion; for each
impoverished moment of my present; and countless more
optimistically scintillating lifetimes. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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