Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

in the realms of sacrosanct marriage


There was a time when we talked in hushed whispers
behind the bushes; endeavoring our best to camouflage
our bodies from the extraneous world,
While today we sat closely beside each other under
brilliant daylight; entwining our palms formidably
against each other; blatantly in the midst of the
bustling streets.
There was a time when we waited for marathon hours to
meet; anxiously anticipating the sun to set down in
the hills before we started for our clandestine
expeditions,
While today we spent each moment together; with our
breaths drifting down passionately without the
slightest of synchronized control.
There was a time when we painstakingly craved to hear
each others voices; trying to frantically search our
memory as far as possible to salvage the last word we
spoke,
While today we indefatigably talked till our tongues
ached; conversed about the weirdest topics in this
world; our eyes locked immortally with each other.
There was a time when we cordially smiled in front of
the society; to depict that we were nothing else but
good friends of after school,
While today we laughed to our hearts content
philandering euphorically through the labyrinth of
mystical valleys; leaving the civilized planet
forever; well behind our times.
There was a time when we yearned to see all rays
relinquish completely in our dwellings; so that we
could surreptitiously meet and sight each other for a
short while under milky moonbeams,
While today we admired each other to the most
unprecedented capacity of our minds; in tenaciously
fiery and flamboyant full house lights.
There was a time when we witnessed each other with
stooping eyes; profoundly mortified by each others
presence in front of our revered elders,
While today we danced in ebullient energy even after
midnight; with our lids incorrigibly refusing to bat
the tiniest; gazing wide open till unsurpassable
times.
There was a time when we ate our food in separate
plates; ardently remembering each other; with tears
welling up in our eyes as we nostalgically reminisced
our playful times,
While today we fed each other with our own hands; sat
at whisker length distances with our lips profusely
intermingled; entirely oblivious to the unfurling of
rapid time.
There was a time when we were petrified to see to each
other without prior permissions; as we knew that the
ramifications of that could be punishment upto the
highest decree,
While today we waved at everybody on the roads with
uninhibited freedom; audaciously proclaiming to the
world the tales of our invincible romance.
And there was a time when we had newly met; said 'I
Love you' to each other; were groping to find our
veritable places; blend with the Herculean struggle to
blissfully survive in this colossal globe,
While today we had just tied the nuptial thread;
bonding our mind; body; soul for centuries immemorial;
drifting in a world wholesomely of our own; in the
realms of sacrosanct marriage. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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  • Akhtar Jawad (8/16/2014 1:53:00 AM)

    The time has changed and now we have a lot of freedom but the romance of restrictions was more joyful in those days. When we met in a lonely place after much struggle and efforts was really so much pleasant that just a meeting and exchange of a few pleasantries was enough for us. (Report) Reply

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