Nikhil Parekh

Gold Star - 6,486 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Leaving My Past Well Behind - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

Just give me your hand; and I'll get ready to face the mightiest of challenge; with an irrefutable scent of victory lingering profusely in my every stride,

Just give me your hand; and I'll escalate higher than the azure skies; to snatch the festoon of overwhelmingly glittering stars for the delights of your impeccable lap,

Just give me your hand; and I'll become an inferno blazing with the most omnipotent of light; refraining to dwindle a trifle even in thunderous rain and bizarre storm,

Just give me your hand; and I'll stay awake to euphorically dance all day and night; relinquish the last iota of gloomy dreariness from my bleary pair of eyes,

Just give me your hand; and I'll spawn a mesmerizing fountain in the heart of the sweltering desert; pacify infinite granules of gruesomely parched sand with
supremely rejuvenating water,

Just give me your hand; and I'll illuminate even the most horrendous patch of morbidly despairing space; with profound beams of stringent light,

Just give me your hand; and I'll stand taller than the clouds even as the earth reverberated; staring intransigently into your countenance as you danced in
my palms,

Just give me your hand; and I'll transit back into exuberantly nostalgic childhood; intrepidly ride on the striped panthers back; without a single strip of cloth on my barren chest,

Just give me your hand; and I'll conjure stupendous magic on every path I transgressed; metamorphosing dead chunks of stinking wood into monumental pillars
of glistening gold,

Just give me your hand; and I'll levitate to the summit of the mountain in one step; ebulliently breathe with insurmountable compassion; and dynamic light filtering through the frightened whites of my eye,

Just give me your hand; and I'll float till eternity like a fragrant petal in the air; wafting my exotic redolence to whomsoever who needed it the most,

Just give me your hand; and I'll trespass bare soled even on blistering red embers of flamboyant fire; swallow the most treacherous droplets of misery without the slightest gasp in my throat,

Just give me your hand; and I'll ignite vivacious flames even in a lifeless pond of water; instill traces of immortal love in the ghastliest of entities entrenching me,

Just give me your hand; and I'll ecstatically bounce as if the richest man in this Universe; doughtily wade past even an ocean of fulminating acid to achieve the
most unbelievable of my dreams,

Just give me your hand; and I'll leap into the valley of death; rise inexorably high above the ashes with optimistic traces of breath invincibly incarcerated within the dormitories of my heart,

Just give me your hand; and I'll make a grandiloquent castle out of obsoletely thin air; evolve a paradise for all humans to exist; in the midst of satanic barbarism that inundated each part of the atmosphere,

Just give me your hand; and I'll sing till times immemorial; granting reprieve to countless entities from their unrelenting string of tyrannical woes,

Just give me your hand; and I'll blend all fabulous beauty with mundane mud; transform this sacred land of Almighty God; into a veritable paradise,

And just give me your hand O! enchanting beloved; and I'll rise as the most powerful human from infinite feet beneath the corpse; surge forward with an insatiable ardor in my bones; reinstating a smile back in whomsoever I encountered in my way; leaving my hopeless past well behind; to celestially lead boundless more sunlit days.

Topic(s) of this poem: victory


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 2, 2016



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