Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

leaving my past well behind


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. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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