Nikhil Parekh

Freshman - 508 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Is Anybody Listening? - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

I am relentlessly asphyxiating in a world of
derogatorily stinking politics; with sinfully dastard
manipulation invidiously creeping like an inevitable
parasite; into the poignantly fresh blood of my veins.
Is anybody Listening?
I am being ruthlessly stabbed by preposterously banal
maelstroms of boredom; with the gutter of bizarrely
unending corruption; transforming me into a hapless
eunuch; although I was born as blazing as the
Omnipotently blistering Sun. Is anybody Listening?
I am feeling like a frigidly inconspicuous mendicant
of gruesome shit; in the atmosphere adulterated with
venomous cigarette smoke and heinously vicious dust
outside. Is anybody Listening?
I am penuriously depleted of even the most ethereally
infinitesimal of my desires; as brutally tyrannical
savagery and crime incessantly kept excoriating;
priceless life around. Is anybody Listening?
I am vindictively stagnating even in the most
opulently garnished of castles; as every stone on
which its foundation lay was devilishly erected on
innocuously pristine blood. Is anybody Listening?
I am uncouthly reeling under conventionally
chauvinistic malpractices; with macabre demons
indiscriminately trampling over my nimble form; to
transcend beyond the skies of fathomlessly ultimate
success. Is anybody Listening?
I am hedonistically drowning under the waters of
blatantly maladroit lies and insane perfidiousness;
with absolutely none on this earth today radiating a
philanthropically truthful smile. Is anybody Listening
?
I am squirming intransigently on diabolically
shivering ground; with my naked skin being satanically
lambasted by cleavers of barbaric corruption. Is
anybody Listening?
I am experiencing each unraveling instant of priceless
life through the eyes of an insane lunatic; with the
germs of cold-blooded communalism being abjectly
perpetuate into every cranny of my impoverished soul.
Is anybody Listening?
I am worthlessly wasting precociously innovative
moments of my life staring meaninglessly at the
abysmal skies; as the chains of indigently ostracizing
unemployment strangulated one and all alike on this
colossal planet today. Is anybody Listening?
I am helplessly slavering on unlimited trash cans of
orphaned garbage; frantically searching for those
quintessential droplets of compassionate empathy; in
eyes which had become sadistically estranged and
dried. Is anybody Listening?
I am inexplicably deteriorating like a diminutively
extinguishing matchstick on lackadaisical soil;
circumscribed and uxoriously castrated by the
bawdiness of spurious religion today. Is anybody
Listening?
I am inexhaustibly begging on the acrimoniously
wastrel streets; fervently waiting for those
symbiotically unconquerable bonds of brotherhood which
had so pathetically diminished from the planet today.
Is anybody Listening?
I am being obnoxiously blown like a molecule of
besmirched dust; by powerhouses of wealth; wine; vixen
and rapaciously decrepit greed. Is anybody Listening?
I am being subjected to the most horrifically
apocalypses even under brilliantly fearless sunshine;
as man roasted another of his blissfully harmonious
kind; for just parsimonious wads of tawdry currency
coin. Is anybody Listening?
I am being truculently marred by iconoclastically
debasing debauchery from every conceivable end on this
gigantic planet; disdainfully stuttering towards
ominously flagrant dereliction on every prejudiced
step that I transgressed. Is anybody Listening?
I am fraught with unceasingly maiming anxiety; with
the dreadfully ungainly monotony of threadbarely
pulverizing office paralyzing every ounce of
exhilaration in my bones. Is anybody Listening?
I am uncontrollably weeping beside the unfortunate
graves of my parents and kin; with raw blood dribbling
from my eyes as I reminisced the ghastly mob who
torched them alive in the name of religious fanaticism
and martyrdom. Is anybody Listening?
And I am exhaling the very last puffs of breath in my
life; as the girl to whom I had immortally dedicated
every beat of my passionately thundering heart; left
me forever for a man who had a coin extra in his
pocket than mine. Is anybody Listening?  


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014



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