Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

only you o! beloved

For as far as my arms could stretch; extending to the
most unprecedented of their capacity in free space,
For as far as my eyes could sight; opening wider than
the blazing Sun,
For as far as my ears could hear; straining themselves
agonizingly to decipher the most inconspicuous trace
of sound; lingering for kilometers in vicinity,
For as far as my feet could run; conquering
unfathomable miles of territory without buckling or
flinching the slightest,
For as far as my mind could wander; perceiving even
the most remotest and weirdest of things existing on
this earth,
For as far as my voice could travel; expending my
lungs to the most bizarre capacity,
For as far as my pen could write; inundating every
barren bit of paper on this globe; with countless
lines of literature,
For as far as my hands could caress; extending forward
as straight as an arrow; and to fullest of their
For as far as my sweat could flow; after dribbling off
painstakingly from my skin,
For as far as my neck could turn; dexterously twisting
itself to sight objects even behind the back,
For as far as my hair could rise; after being
voraciously tickled by the mesmerizing wind,
For as far as my fantasy could continue; dreaming
about delectable fairies dancing in wonderland,
For as far as my breath could reach; chiseling a
tunnel replete with passionate moisture as it blew,
For as far as my stomach could inflate; as I tried to
swell it after deliberately taking in volumes of free
oxygen imprisoned in air,
For as far as my lips could open; after being
viciously attacked by a thunderous yawn,
For as far as my fists could punch; paving their way
unrelentingly to win virgin landscapes prevailing on
this planet,
For as far as my memory could capture; recognizing
even the most obsolete of grass sticks after a
monstrous night's sleep,
And as far as my heart could beat; incorporating all
the emotions that lingered in the atmosphere; as well
as those beyond the celestial heavens,
There was only one thing that I revered and loved;
cared and cherished more than myself; and that was you
O! beloved;

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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