Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

route to examinations


I felt drowned in waves of pungent distraction,
as flickering images of the television flooded inert
regions of my eye.
i felt possessed by gargantuan amounts of languid
energy,
rolled on the spongy mattress placed on flat rosewood
of my bed.
i felt strangulated by feckless obsessions draining
reserve quota's of
energy,
as gallons of saliva leaked copiously from my mouth.
i felt submerged in violent fantasies all throughout
the sunlit day,
danced with lively animation on the blazing roof of my
sloping terrace.
i felt captivated by the poignant aroma of the garden
rose,
drank with gusto, sickening sweet curry of beehive
honey.
i felt imprisoned by the melodramatic chirping of
striped nightingale,
abruptly froze in my footsteps, shrugging away loads
of consequential work.

i felt mesmerized by husky voices of my beloved
floating in the air,
opened multiple windows of my house to distinguish the
heavenly cadence in her
sound.
I felt nostalgia for native land imprison my heart,
As infinite Goosebumps crept stealthily on fragile
pores of my skin.
I felt holocausts approaching me from all
quarters of the globe,
Plucked several blades of grass from fertile patches
of clayey mud.

The final examinations were looming large round the
corner,
Dreamy regions of mind found cumbersome to decipher
intermingled lines of
book,
There were coats of sedation enveloping my persona,
Reminisces of childhood era punctured diligent
balloons in my mind,
Fragrant premonitions of my love next door increased
multifold the beating of
heart,
One thing was dead sure,
If this was the route I adopted till my exams
commenced,
Truckloads of luck would desert me midway,
Nefarious outcomes would haunt me for the rest of my
life,
It was a pragmatic certainty,
That my youthful demeanor was likely to succumb
miserably,
When confronted with the might of annual examinations.

Submitted: Monday, August 18, 2014

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