Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

romancing


The rocks were romancing with the vivacious waves;
enjoying the rhapsodic tanginess on their exotically
bare bodied periphery,
The sheep were romancing with the voluptuous carpet of
grass; rolling in untamed jubilation on its stalks; as
the Sun descended over the golden horizons,
The horses were romancing with the mystical mountains;
gallivanting like a jeweled prince through the
unfathomable labyrinth of gorgeously twisted paths,
The cricket bat was romancing with the glistening
leather ball; tossing it like a majestic eagle; deep
and profound into the heart of the wonderfully
enchanting clouds,
The roses were romancing with the stupendously vibrant
winds; fluttering like a pampered prince; as the air
profusely besieged each petal in whirlpools of
exhilaration,
The eyeballs were romancing with the passionately
winking lids; relishing and wholesomely embracing the
compassionate coat of tingling moisture,
The fathomless deserts were romancing with the
marvelously eluding mirages; being tantalized to the
most unprecedented limits; as they danced the
fascinating dance of their lives,
The reptiles were romancing with raunchy cocoons of
soil; slithering with insurmountable frenzy; as
celestial moonshine penetrated through the
curtainspread of the phlegmatic night,
The bees were romancing with the impeccably sacrosanct
lotus; transiting into waves of silken delight;
seductively suckling the aromatic nectar incarcerated
inside,
The pen was romancing with boundless sheets of bonded
paper; inundating its serene trajectory with exquisite
calligraphy; weaving through the essence of immortal
times,
The palms were romancing with the enigmatic destiny
lines; blossoming into a land of overwhelming of
unparalleled mystique; as each ray crept; as each
instant unveiled,
The crocodiles were romancing with the incongruous
marshes; ominously pulverizing robust prey; lurking in
the glory of ethereal light as mesmerizing dawn
unleashed on the banks,
The valley was romancing with the royally oligarchic
echoes; swirling in the enormous fountainhead of
unsurpassable ecstasy and opulent charm,
The snowballs were romancing with the Omnipotent
morning light; melting with unconquerable titillation
into streams of gurgling melody,
The candle was romancing with the magnanimously Kingly
flames; infiltrating astounding beams of optimism; in
the morbid entrenchment scurried with black mice,
The mosquito was romancing with immaculate flesh;
indefatigably tickling and sucking it; till the
ultimate layer of its soul's contentment,
The lips were romancing with the unrelenting island of
whispers; kissing the enthralling softness of their
resonation; floating with their glory into a land
beyond paradise,
The child was romancing with its divinely mother;
bouncing in her heavenly lap; innocently reaching out
to the most remotest stars in the scarlet sky,
And my mind; body and breath; were romancing with your
philanthropic heart; perpetually bonding with its
beats; to always emerge the triumphant winner; to add
immortal dimensions to exhausted life. 

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2014
Edited: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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