Nikhil Parekh

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

My Broken Heart Needed - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

The broken door of pure rosewood needed a carpenter to
repair it; replenishing its distorted edges with loads
of compassionate varnish and an array of hostile
The broken slabs of building needed an engineer to
refurbish it; reinforcing its surface with lanky beams
and columns; fortifying its gaping string of holes
with rich chunks of cement and concrete,
The broken pieces of cloth needed a tailor to stitch
them; blend the scattered fragments together; to
evolve the stupendous garment again,
The broken checkbooks and torn documents of financial
operation needed a banker to resurrect them; spawn
ingeniously manipulative policies to ensure that all
business bounced back to robust normalcy,
The broken switchboards needed an electrician to
configure them; intermingle the boundless conglomerate
of wires to produce sparkling beams of untainted
The broken fields needed a farmer to plough them; sow
the right concoction of seeds and manure; in order to
metamorphose the gruesome sand into blossoming land of
enchanting fertility,
The broken words of the book needed a writer to
rearrange them; meticulously sort out the baffling
jumble into magnificent lines of captivating
The broken spacecraft needed the scientist to remold
it; splendidly synchronize its arms and tail;
impregnate it with the most contemporary of machinery;
to enable it to gush at electric speeds towards the
heart of the blue sky,
The broken ornaments needed the goldsmith to
reinvigorate them; chisel the shards of unruly metal
into scintillating necklaces of fabulous silver,
The broken carving on the wall needed the artisan to
harness it; convert its disrupted demeanor into one
with astounding solidity and oligarchic magnificence,
The broken shoe lying desolate in the attic needed a
cobbler to mend it; transform its mocking and dusty
caricature into one with exquisite shine and abundant
The broken gutter needed a plumber to renovate it;
wholesomely stop the flow of spewing debris;
converting the rotten stench emanating into one of
placid and stringent calm,
The broken painting needed an artist to embellish it;
join all the horrendously massacred shapes into
mesmerizing contours of the spell binding fairy,
The broken bone needed a doctor to coalesce it; bond
the severely depleted fragments together to give birth
again to a rubicund entity,
The broken song needed a musician to reconstruct it;
embody it with jazzy tunes and revitalizing melody;
profusely recreating its stolen glory again,
The broken bird needed an ornithologist to rejuvenate
it; apply balm to its torn feathers; in order to
impart it with tumultuous force and propel it to fly,
The broken watch needed a watchmaker to wind it; oil
its rusty coalition of springs; so that it ticked
incessantly as time drifted by,
The broken law and order in the city needed a
policeman to rectify it; instill a sense of
impregnable security amongst citizens; with valiant
acts of his dynamic bravery,
The broken democracy in the world needed a flamboyant
leader to uplift it; judiciously channelize all the
energy of people for the betterment of this planet,
The broken lawns sprawling disdainfully over colossal
expanses of the valley needed a gardener to
reinvigorate them; prudently squelch the unwanted
weeds; in order to ensure that the roses bloomed
merrily without parasites,
The broken King needed a host of beautiful slaves to
stimulate his dead senses; obey the most minuscule of
his command; appease him thoroughly with dance; and
the tantalizing cadence in their voice,
The broken marriage needed a team of counselor's to
recap it; solve the infinitesimal differences that had
led to the execution of this bizarre event in life,
The broken beliefs needed a sagacious saint to rebuild
them; bring the abysmally lonely disciple closer to
the realms of the omnipotent creator,
The broken snapshot needed the photographer to reframe
it; meticulously arrange the solitary chunks into a
complete picture; depicting once again the smiling and
boisterous family,
The broken victim needed the pressman to alleviate her
pain; highlight to the world in his article; about the
plethora of lecherous atrocities committed on her
impeccable body,
The broken stomach needed a waiter to satisfy it;
serving it with mouth watering delicacies and thereby
ensuring that it succumbed to blissful and contented
The broken laughter needed a clown to re-establish it;
inundate its miserable life with unsurpassable amount
of smile and ecstasy,
The broken web needed a spider to reweave it;
embedding its mercilessly split trajectory; again with
silver threads of slime,
The broken sea needed a battalion of fish and coral
reefs to reform itself; relive the incredulous moment
of glory when it had just been created in this
The broken discotheque needed scores of impetuous boys
and girls to enliven it; flood its dreary ambience
with fiery passion; pulsating dance; and voluptuous
The broken history needed an archaeologist to recount
it; search for the missing links and clues that once
upon a time led to the formation of noble dynasties,
The broken hive needed boundless number of bees to
refill it; encompass each pore its persona with their
discordant buzzing; and supremely sweet streams of
The broken vegetables needed a chef to realign them;
prepare appetizing delicacies out of the shoddy mass
of loose grass and fruit,
The broken children needed a philanthropist to
liberate them; fill their lives with all the
jubilation and fantasy which they were so desperately
bereft off,
The broken mind needed a psychiatrist to retrieve it;
bring it to proportion with the civilized society;
from the corridors of despondency and lost oblivion,

The broken ship needed a captain to coherently steer
it; surge it forward with gusto and insurmountable
exhilaration into the deep waters of the sapphire
The broken army needed a brave and an audacious
soldier to instigate it; see to it that it emerged
victorious without the slightest of blemish to its
The broken den needed the lion to enlighten it; prove
it once again to the world that it harbored none
other; but the irrefutable king of the jungle,
The broken morning needed the cuckoo to animate it;
drive away all the gloominess prevailing in the
atmosphere; with the mesmerizing rhythm in its voice,
The broken line needed a teacher to restore it;
explicitly explain it to the student its symbolic
meaning and astronomical importance,
The broken voice needed a ventriloquist to harness it;
extract the hidden melody to the summit of its
capacity; portray to entire world the euphoric essence
of sound,
The broken automobile needed a mechanic to invigorate
it; lubricate its dying parts; pumping tons of fresh
air in its tyre; granting it the power to conquer the
most treacherous of slopes,
The broken balls needed a juggler to enhance their
charm; spin them at mind boggling speeds; revolving
them at all angles in the breeze before delectably
collapsing on the bed of pure silk,
The broken valley needed environmentalists to plant it
with infinite saplings; see the inconspicuous nodules
ripen into dense forests within a matter of fading
The broken house needed a ensemble of detectives to
find the culprits; hunt out the criminals who
transformed the family living in perpetual bliss into
deceased corpses buried beneath the earth,
The broken women needed faithful husbands to alleviate
their tale of deprivation; making them witness a new
and vibrantly optimistic face of tomorrow,
The broken lives needed a messiah from the heavens to
rehabilitate them; shower their bereaved souls with
immeasurable happiness,
And my broken heart needed a girl who could fully
comprehend my sorrow; love me like no one else did on
this globe; bonding every beat of mine with her
violently throbbing heart; healing every incurable
wound of mine; blending her breath with mine for times
and births immemorial. 

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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