Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

had room for none else


Even if the entire world disdainfully shrugged you;
dismissing you as a piece of inconspicuously
threadbare shit,
Even if the entire world lecherously whipped you;
mercilessly hurtling you in a dungeon of ominous
scorpions for ostensibly no fault of yours,
Even if the entire world impugned you of being bawdily
adulterated; although your soul was as pristine as the
godly mother's milk,
Even if the entire world indefatigably jeered at you;
for solely following the voices of your immaculate
conscience,
The beats of my heart still throbbed more passionately
for you even as the whole planet outside cruelly
lambasted and castigated; and the corridors of my
impoverished life had room for no other organism on
earth but you; you and only you O! Eternal beloved….
1…
Even if the entire world hedonistically spat on your
sparkling honesty; ghoulishly yearning to jinx every
righteous step that you tread,
Even if the entire world fretfully blinded your
immaculate integrity; with corpses of acrimoniously
pugnacious manipulation,
Even if the entire world salaciously molested every
trace of your sacrosanct shadow; relentlessly trying
to metamorphose all your insatiable jubilation into a
wisp of infidel nothingness,
Even if the entire world invidiously obfuscated your
path to philanthropism; wanting you to perilously
coalesce with the mortuary of delinquent politics
instead,
The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for
you even as the whole planet outside satanically
cursed and wailed; and the corridors of my truncated
life had room for no other organism on earth but you;
you and only you O! Priceless beloved….
2…
Even if the entire world incessantly shrugged at you
in bizarre skepticism; impugning you of the most
cannibalistic crimes; which you had never ever dreamt
or committed,
Even if the entire world treated you as a diminutively
feckless dustbin; giving you only lackadaisical stone
to eat; while they profusely bathed in waterfalls of
crimson wine,
Even if the entire world heinously hissed at your
innocuous dwelling; making each unfurling instant of
your existence; more venomously diabolical than the
scorpion sting,
Even if the entire world horrendously slashed your
stupendously mellifluous voice; with parasitically
blood-stained chains of delirious immorality,
The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for
you even as the whole planet outside baselessly
crucified and burnt; and the corridors of my destined
life had room for no other organism on earth but you;
you and only you O! Omnipotent beloved….

3….
Even if the entire world barbarously torched you to
the last bone of your spine; meting out their
dastardly graveyards of frustration; upon your
innocently shimmering skin,
Even if the entire world mordantly toyed with your
river of uninhibitedly spell bidning emotions;
maliciously exploiting your irrevocable honesty; to
construct the foundations of their hideous
cowardliness,
Even if the entire world ghastily tormented you beyond
the thresholds of sagacious sanity; overshadowing the
wave of your blazing patriotism with opprobrious
retribution,
Even if the entire world lethally adulterated every
aspect of your brilliantly beautiful life;
incarcerating you like a miserably chained puppet; in
the dungeons of disparaging depravation,
The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for
you even as the whole planet outside sadistically
tyrannized and mutiliated; and the corridors of my
minuscule life had room for no other organism on earth
but you; you and only you O! Immortal beloved. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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