Holding Back - Poem by Nikhil Parekh
If we held back our thunderous laughter,
boisterous episodes of joy would get crucified in
dungeons of sorrow,
accompanied by hysterical sobbing at times of ecstatic
if we held back our breath for more than few seconds,
the body would feel choked and suffocated,
we would inadvertently release the same with
exhilarated sighs and gasps.
if we held back saline tears from dribbling down,
we would become brutally cold to pragmatic realities of
would soon become insane and misfits to exist in the
if we held back outrageous anger from expurgating out,
outbursts of violence would strangulate our heart,
leading to imprisoned feelings of savage vindication.
if we held back our sneeze from diffusing out into
crusts of moist mucus would get deposited in our
causing inevitable sensations to occasionally finger
if we held back our coats of nails from growing tall,
they would forcibly find a way to flourish,
piercing through the plethora of sophisticated armory
placed beside them.
if we held back our speech from making obstreperous
the fleshy organ of our tongue would decay, trapped
between a cluster of
dying a natural death in hollow ambience of mouth.
if we held back dazzling yellow pools of water in our
the spongy caricature of body would feel overwhelmingly
the liquid would spasmodically gush out after few
hours of feckless control.
if we held back unsurpassable feelings of holistic
there would be frugal purpose in this life to exist,
we would simply waste precious years bestowed upon us
to breathe as humans.
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