Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

expectations massacre life


It was only when you started to insatiably expect;
that every stranger on the street would wholeheartedly
smile; altruistically enshroud each dreary aspect of
your beleaguered existence with unprecedented
happiness,
That it terribly hurt you; when he unsparingly abused
you; excoriating you apart like inconspicuously frigid
shit; for ostensibly no reason or plausible rhyme;
instead…

It was only when you started to inexorably expect;
that the conglomerate of voluptuous clouds in the
cosmos; perpetually inundated every emaciated cranny
of parched earth with enchantingly golden rain,
That it unsurpassably hurt you; when they immutably
refrained to shower even an evanescent trickle even
after drifting centimeters close to soil;
metamorphosed every conceivable tuft of exotic green;
into a graveyard of bizarrely disparaging sand;
instead….
It was only when you started to rapaciously expect;
that the boisterously cavorting bee; would handsomely
bless and enlighten the drearily lambasted roses
around you,
That it limitlessly hurt you; when it acrimoniously
hurtled right towards the whites of your impeccable
eye and vengefully stung you; instead….
It was only when you started to endlessly expect; that
the neighbor would chivalrously reciprocate your
congenital kindness; unflinching standing by you in
your times of horrendously inexplicable and cancerous
distress,
That it hedonistically hurt you; when he ghoulishly
smattered every speck of preposterous dirt in his
dwelling; with lethal disdain on your face; instead….
It was only when you started to unbelievably expect;
that every inch of soil that you timelessly
transgressed; would seductively tantalize and
compassionately greet the haplessly staggering soles
of your fatigued feet,
That it intransigently hurt you; when the ground
perpetuated you to fretfully bleed and crumble;
transforming into a battalion of cadaverously acerbic
thorns even before you could alight a single foot;
instead…
It was only when you started to tirelessly expect;
that the very first rays of brilliantly Omnipotent Sun
next morning; would miraculously mitigate you of even
the most infinitesimal iota of your torturous agony,
That it tyrannically hurt you; when the mordantly main
and viciously livid smog; hazily obfuscated every
trace of light; instead….
It was only when you started to passionately expect;
that the indomitably intrepid mountains; would
perpetually sequester you in their unshakably peerless
aura,
That it unimaginably hurt you; when they ignominiously
buried you alive under an avalanche of incongruously
untamed ice; instead…
It was only when you started to unconquerably expect;
that the immaculate woman on the turnstiles; would
invincibly treat you like her venerated son,
That it disconsolately hurt you; when she lasciviously
crept towards you and tawdrily offered you her
profanely sundry body; instead….

It was only when you started to unceasingly expect;
that every wave of the undulatingly frosty ocean;
would transcend you to above the realms of veritably
blissful paradise,
That it traumatically hurt you; when the waters
savagely drowned you to the rock bottom without giving
you the tiniest of subtle innuendo; instead….
And it was only when you started to unrelentingly
expect; that the girl for which your heart throbbed
more everlastingly than the corridors of eternal
eternity; would irrefutably become the sole partner of
your existence,
That it intolerably hurt you; when she came to
tantalizingly kiss you every moonlit evening; and then
bonded in threads of perennial matrimony with your
most dreaded enemy; choosing you for the night and him
for life; instead. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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