Nikhil Parekh

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

Platform Of Love - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When I tried running on a platform of white ice; I
scornfully slipped; and in the end all that I was able
to taste was incredulously frozen water,
When I tried running on a platform of tangy salt; I
inevitably lost my footing; and there was nothing but
vivaciously ominous powder all over my trembling skin,
When I tried running on a platform of brilliantly
yellow and pure butter; I hurled forward with a
stifled gasp after some time; with the follicles of my
hair incorrigibly sticking to each other like the
gigantic tree and its flimsy roots,
When I tried running on a platform of scintillating
glass; I abysmally floundered; tripped head on to have
my supple skin ruthlessly punctured and in pools of
ghastly blood,
When I tried running on a platform of feathered silk;
I dismally broke the bones of my dainty nose; and my
eyeballs popped out like bouncy springs reverberating
incessantly in free space,
When I tried running on a platform of silver sands; I
collapsed with a thunderous thud on the obdurate
floor; with my shoe flying over my shoulder and all my
expensive pair of clothes ripping apart mercilessly at
their sensitive seams,
When I tried running on a platform of slimy oyster
shells; I heard a deafeningly banging noise inundate
the atmosphere; winced in incomprehensible amount of
agony after twisting my knee to unprecedented limits,
When I tried running on a platform of astoundingly
smooth talcum powder; I fell 10 steps backward instead
of marching towards realms of irrefutably victory,
When I tried running on a platform of disdainful
grease; I kept intractably jogging at a single spot
for hours on the trot; while infact all my adversaries
had already reached the voluptuous strings of the
finishing line,
When I tried running on a platform of satiny white
paper; there were infinite obstreperous and unruly
voices that deluged the soft ambience; and all that
resulted as an outcome was prominently gaping holes in
the body of the sheet which now fitted snugly on my
scalp,
When I tried running on a platform of rolling marbles;
all that was heard after a while was my horrifically
petrified screams and gasps as I found myself plunging
towards an ocean of gruesome blackness blended with
dilapidated nothingness,
When I tried running on a platform of freshly green
banana skins; I banged on my hindside with a force
greater than the force of Nature; and the complexion
of my cheeks metamorphosed to an embarrassingly
childish crimson,
When I tried running on a platform of spongy rubber
balls; I successfully managed to crush a few in my
initial conquests of reaching my mission; but soon
shuddered overwhelmingly before kissing dust on the
ground; dug partial graves for myself in loose soil,
When I tried running on a platform of lifeless whale
skin; I inadvertently shouted beyond hysterical
boundaries as if the monster was alive; collided
terribly on my ribs as I took just a few steps
forward,
When I tried running on a platform of insurmountably
red cherries; all I accomplished doing was finely
pulverizing the succulent fruit; while the
inconspicuously tiny seeds fomented me to tremble
hopelessly towards the cold floor,
When I tried running on a platform of pure Cadbury
chocolate; my feet primordially enjoyed transgressing
through the supremely soft bed; but after a while got
horrendously entangled in the mess; felt as if
deplorably sinking into the valley of death,
When I tried running on a platform of glittering
diamonds; in the beginning I felt insatiably delighted
at possessing such lavish amounts of opulence; but
soon regretted my decision tremendously; as their
pointed surface uncouthly infiltrated into my heart;
satanically assassinating the tiniest traces of
tangible life,
When I tried running on a platform of congenital lies;
I landed up in such a hell; that it was profoundly
sickening to bear with the aftermath's that unleashed
thereafter in my life,
When I tried running on a platform of salacious
lechery and malice; I ended up being imprisoned in my
own sinful trap; a prison which infact had a gleaming
lock without a single key,
While it was only when I tried running on a platform
of immortal love; that my life gained full fledged
momentum; irrevocably refrained to look backwards;
transited to blissfully bouncing and wholesomely
alive. 


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