Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

keeping her love

I kept the reinvigorating pints of soda securely in a
transparent bottle; tightly clasping the lid with
screws of scintillating steel,
I kept the cubes of exotically transparent ice; in the
inner most dormitories of the freezing refrigerator;
overwhelmingly engulfed by a chilling calm,
I kept the conglomerate of stupendously redolent
flowers in a grandiloquent vase; as they wafted their
heavenly scent to every cranny of my profusely
amicable dwelling,
I kept the battalion of gaudy shirts in cloistered
interiors of my bedroom closet; wholesomely
sequestered from even the most minuscule trace of
alien light,
I kept the festoon of glittering jewels in the
invincible realms of the bank locker; ensuring their
perpetual safety against the deadliest of invasion,
I kept the bulky wallet in the back pocket of my
handsomely jaded trousers; meticulously safe guarding
the crisply bundled notes of currency; against
disdainful dirt and storm,
I kept the swanky automobile in the delectably compact
garage; shielding it from salaciously ogling eyes and
acrimonious beams of sweltering Sunshine,
I kept the germicidal tablet of stringent soap in
proximity with the lavatory seat; to wholesomely
annihilate even the last bit of stench adhering
intransigently to my palms,
I kept scattered sheaf of random papers compiled
safely in a cardboard file; ensuring that they
appeared in a scrupulously chronological order;
whenever the whites of my eye tried to glimpse them,
I kept the obnoxious buts of ash extruding from my
cigar in an emerald ashtray; insurmountably seeing to
it that the smoke died a ghastly death; there in
I kept the fabulously studded designer belt on the
shimmering hook; gliding like a majestic snake;
kissing carpets of seductive air as it cascaded down
like an angel,
I kept the cartons of appetizing fruit pulp on the
sparkling kitchen slab; feasting my eyes profoundly on
the bunch; each time I felt even the tiniest pang of
hunger reverberate in my stomach,
I kept the sounds of the melodiously chirping cuckoo;
impregnably imprisoned in my ears; cherishing the
mesmerizing tunes in my mind; in times of unfathomable
I kept the pet rabbits in their amicably warm kennel;
sheltering them from the vicious onslaught of wildly
frenzied wolves,
I kept the gruesomely orphaned eggs in the
compassionately moist nest; for them to blossom into
blissful fledglings of vibrant tomorrow,
I kept the mystically enamoring and checkered
chessboard close to the lawns; maneuvering the royally
embellished pieces while transgressing through a
blanket of glistening dew drops,
I kept the sachet of tangy peppermints in the topmost
compartment of my shirt; popping a pill every now and
again into my mouth; to impart that reinvigorating
spice to my monotonously treacherous life,
I kept the idol of my sacrosanct mother in my
conscience and my mind; leaning upon it in my times of
insurmountably escalating tension; times when I was
about to embark on any new expedition in life,
And I kept her love always deep inside my heart;
bonding my impoverished soul with hers for countless
more births; bonding my breath with hers for
fathomless more lives to unveil.

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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