Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

for every beat of hers


I wanted to live for each smile of hers; the laughter
that uninhibitedly emanated from her throat; that made
me feel greater than the God's,

I wanted to live for each tear of hers; the poignant
river of empathy which oozed from her mesmerizing
eyes; catapulting me into a paradise beyond realms of
mundane earth,

I wanted to live for each word of hers; the majestic
sounds that wafted from her mouth when she spoke;
propelling me to float in the surreal clouds with the
cadence of her seductive voice,

I wanted to live for each whim of hers; the fastidious
festoon of intricacies that enveloped her persona;
making me admire her for her profoundly babyish
attitudes,

I wanted to live for each footstep of hers; the
stupendously exotic rhythm that drifted as she
caressed the soil; making me oblivious to all other
sounds that existed in this Universe,

I wanted to live for each finger of hers; the rubicund
tinge which encompassed her dainty fists; that
fomented me to stare wildly till times beyond
eternity,

I wanted to live for each wink of hers; the uncannily
enigmatic way in which her eyelashes fluttered
flirtatiously; inundating my life with waves of
insurmountable ecstasy and the dance of sheer
euphoria,

I wanted to live for each dream of hers; the
cloudbursts of vivacious fantasy in her eyes as each
minute unveiled; which made me blinded to the most
brilliantly dazzling Sunlight,

I wanted to live for each passion of hers; the
unrelenting ardor that besieged her countenance with
as she marched towards triumph; making me rise above
the ashes to discover my soul,

I wanted to live for every vein of hers; the
tumultuous fervency with which an ocean of scarlet
blood flowed through her body; making my conviction in
self more fortified than the colossal mountains,

I wanted to live for every shadow of hers; the
mystical way in which her contours nictitated with
changing shades of light; wrecking the last iota of
sleep from my insatiably wandering sight,

I wanted to live for every cry of hers; the
insurmountable innocence that reflected profusely in
her voice; transiting me way back to the times when I
had just tread my first foot on mother earth,

I wanted to live for every yawn of hers; the
ravishingly ingratiating aura that encapsulated her
visage; which made me collapse like a box of lifeless
matchsticks on blankets of cold ground,

I wanted to live for every sigh of hers; the supreme
contentment that celestially settled on each pore of
her body; which made me relinquish all my volcano of
overwhelming greed in life,

I wanted to live for every dance of hers; the
tantalizing way in which she swished her heavenly
demeanor in torrential rain; making me exist far
beyond my destined quota of years,

I wanted to live for every snore of hers; the
delectably immaculate island of fairies which resided
in her luscious lips; flooding my life with
unsurpassable ebullience and cheer,

I wanted to live for every nod of hers; the
irrefutably assertiveness with which she said 'no';
augmenting my tenacious determination to face each
hurdle of acrimonious life,

I wanted to live for every breath of hers; the
Omnipotent grace with which it diffused from her
nostrils; instilling in me an invincible power to
live,

And over and above all I wanted to live for every beat
of hers; the indefatigable number of times her heart
palpitated passionately; fortifying my faith in dying
existence; fortifying my faith in dying mankind. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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