Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

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The most priceless thing that the clouds in
fathomlessly crimson sky could ever refer you to; was
tantalizing globules of golden rain,
The most priceless thing that sweltering sands of the
desert could ever refer you to; was acrimonious
tornadoes of painstakingly persevering heat,
The most priceless thing that the unfathomably
voluptuous blades of grass could ever refer you to;
was an enchantingly everlasting carpet of silken
dewdrops,
The most priceless thing that the bountifully rustling
leaves could ever refer you to; was unrelenting
entrenchments of euphorically exotic breeze,
The most priceless thing that the indomitably
scintillating mountain peaks could ever refer you to;
was the Omnipotently ferocious blaze of the majestic
Sun,
The most priceless thing that the inscrutably untamed
forests could ever refer you to; was the profoundly
regale crest; of the thunderously poignant lion,
The most priceless thing that the insurmountably
choppy ocean could ever refer you to; was a profusely
tangy waterfall; of spell bindingly rejuvenating salt,
The most priceless thing that the flame of sparkling
truth could ever refer you to; was the unassailably
grandiloquent religion of mankind,
The most priceless thing that the seductively
titillating rose could ever refer you to; was a
relentless fountain of stupendously endowing scent,
The most priceless thing that the fascinatingly
pristine oyster could ever refer you to; was a
gloriously delectable whirlpool of resplendently
mesmerizing pearls,
The most priceless thing that the disdainfully
impoverished beggar could ever refer you to; was
indispensable morsels of divinely appetizing food,
The most priceless thing that the marvelously
iridescent rainbow could ever refer you to; was the
emphatically boisterous spirit of supremely astounding
vivaciousness,
The most priceless thing that the penuriously orphaned
could ever refer you to; was the compassionately
sequestering walls of the harmoniously placating
dwelling,
The most priceless thing that the silver droplets of
redolent sweat could ever refer you to; was unendingly
persevering timelessness,
The most priceless thing that the charismatically
sensuous lips could ever refer you to; was an
incredulously gregarious sky of fabulously fantastic
smiles,
The most priceless thing that the indefatigable
patriots could ever refer you to; was the flag of
unconquerably magnificent; and triumphantly blazing
victory,
The most priceless thing that the fleet footed
squirrel could ever refer you to; was an insatiably
unbelievable river of ebullient frolic,
The most priceless thing that the marvelously rubicund
nostrils could ever refer you to; was intransigently
passionate maelstroms of reinvigoratingly tingling
breath,
And the most priceless thing that the perpetually
bountiful heart could ever refer you to; was an
immortally royal Universe of impregnable love; love
and only celestial love. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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