Nikhil Parekh (27/08/1977 / Dehradun)

Marooned on the island of dismally obnoxious hatred; I
tore the spell binding jacket of my lungs in
relentless frustration; ardently desiring nothing else
but exuberantly free space amidst the uninhibitedly
tantalizing clouds,

Marooned on the island of treacherously sordid
politics; I indefatigably kept gnawing my raw nails on
the fecklessly corrugated wall; tirelessly wishing for
the aisles of blissful freedom to kiss my pathetically
devastated bones,

Marooned on the island of dreadfully pulverizing
poverty; I vituperatively kept staring at open space;
yearning for perpetual freedom on the slopes of the
Omnipotently sun soaked hills,

Marooned on the island of bizarrely hapless
unemployment; I deliriously punctured every
construable vein of my nimble body; endlessly
searching for nothing else but the gateways of
everlastingly enchanting freedom,

Marooned on the island of salaciously egregious
betrayal; I incessantly whimpered like a
uncontrollably slavering corpse; insurmountably
wishing for moments immemorial of ebulliently
unshakable freedom,

Marooned on the island of obliviously cursed
dilapidation; I unceasingly bit my tongue into a
boundless pieces; unstoppably praying for eternally
bestowing freedom to kiss the contours of my brutally
emaciated lips,

Marooned on the island of boorishly baseless boredom;
I vicariously licked grotesquely fetid molehills of
crippling dirt; fervently wanting the paradise of
indomitably burgeoning freedom to descend upon my
impoverished soul,

Marooned on the island of raunchily petulant
indiscrimination; I unsparingly excoriated every trace
of happiness from my soul; desperately desiring the
mists of exotically iridescent freedom to forever
swirl across my estranged abode,

Marooned on the island of maliciously prejudiced
discontentment; I sadistically plucked the whites of
my eye out of my sockets; unlimitedly hoping for the
playgrounds of unequivocally priceless freedom to
enshroud me from all sides,

Marooned on the island of derogatorily debilitating
fever; I repugnantly snubbed at even the most
emollient of fantasies that swept my brain; inexorably
perceiving the meadows of celestially philanthropic
freedom,

Marooned on the island of blood-sucking inequality; I
broke down into an tornado of cataclysmic
meaninglessness; relentlessly chasing the rainbow of
perennially euphoric freedom,

Marooned on the island of invidiously amorphous
atrophy; I aimlessly ran the satanic cleavers on my
intricate veins; wistfully conceiving the fireballs of
unsurpassably insuperable freedom,

Marooned on the island of commercial monotony; I
disparagingly blew worthless saliva for hours
immemorial; irrefutably wanting to hold the wand of
miraculously mitigating freedom; in the center of my
intrepid palms,

Marooned on the island of maniacally hypochondriac
depression; I listlessly admired death to the most
unprecedented limits; inveterately wishing for the
march of patriotic freedom; to become my
quintessential way,
Marooned on the island of fanatically religious
eccentricity; I uxoriously tampered with every
blissfully vivid mechanism of my body; insatiably
wanting to bond with only with the essence of
unassailably righteous freedom,

Marooned on the island of dastardly squelching rumors;
I was confounded with the most inexplicably
annihilating of cancer; eternally wanting to blend
myself with the cisterns of Omnipresently enthralling
freedom,

Marooned on the island of bombastically tawdry
pretention; I unsavorily defecated prurient shit from
every palpable pore of my body; intransigently wanting
the whitewash of effulgent freedom; to take complete
control of my abhorrently beleaguered senses,

Marooned on the island of mercilessly cold-blooded
ruthlessness; I banged my brain into a countless
pieces against cold rock; irrevocably waiting each
minute for the clouds of sensuously liberating
freedom; to transcend over my flagrantly deteriorating
form,

But Marooned on the island of Immortal Love was the
first time in my life when I felt that freedom was
everywhere I roamed; freedom had become the most
Omnipotent lamp in my soul; freedom was an
unparalleled spirit of united existence that would
continue to exist even after this earth wholesomely
ceased; and it was also the very first time in my life
when I prayed to the Lord; to forever keep me
marooned….