Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

now or never


When I thought of philandering with her high on the
summit of the Himalayas; feeling the icy winds dash
past my stomach,
All that happened in the end was that; I ended up
taking her out for a cup of sedate tea; the instant I
met her.
When I thought of kissing her wildly on her cheeks;
making exotic noises while executing the same,
All that happened in the end was that; I found myself
seated in front of her in the bullock cart; playing a
pack of cards.
When I thought of drenching myself with her; profusely
in the rain,
All that happened in the end was that; I found myself
crunching chocolate biscuits staring desperately into
open space.
When I thought of embedding a redolent rose in her
hair; letting the dense ensemble of flower tickle me
voraciously on my lashes,
All that happened in the end was that; I found myself
watering the lawns with her; the rusty lawn sprinkler
sedately held in my hands.
When I thought of bathing under the fountains with
her; splashing her visage with tangy cold drink
diffusing from my mouth,
All that happened in the end was that; I found myself
shopping with her in the grocery store; searching
frantically for a pack of soggy matchsticks.
When I thought of painting her enamouring visage;
instructing her to sit mute without even budging a
trifle from her place,
All that happened in the end was that; I found myself
lighting a candle in the church; intensely listening
to the admonitions of the priest.
When I thought of applying honey on her lips; before
greedily slurping the same from the periphery with my
tongue,
All that happened in the end was that; I found myself
tenaciously pulverizing medicinal herbs; to blend in
the water she had to consume after her nocturnal
supper.
When I thought of embracing her tightly; in an
ambience encapsulated with walls of frozen ice,
All that happened in the end was that; she slapped me
thunderously on my chin; for gawking at her open eyed
in brilliant sunlight and afternoon public.
When I thought of blowing air from my nostrils into
her ears; flooding them mercilessly with melodious
tunes emanating from my mouth,
All that happened in the end was that; she engaged me
in the task of swapping every mosquito hovering around
her face.
But it was only when I thought of proposing her;
audaciously proclaiming in front of the society as to
how much I loved her,
Was that she smiled at me for the first time; fell in
a celestial stupor on my feet; running her hands
wildly across the strands of my hair; tears of joy
gushing down her cheeks and at the same time staring
deeply into my eyes; scolding me for hiding my love
till today; telling me candidly that it could have
been NOW OR NEVER. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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