Route To Examinations - Poem by Nikhil Parekh
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
rolled on the spongy mattress placed on flat rosewood
of my bed.
i felt strangulated by feckless obsessions draining
reserve quota's of
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
i felt captivated by the poignant aroma of the garden
drank with gusto, sickening sweet curry of beehive
i felt imprisoned by the melodramatic chirping of
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
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
Dreamy regions of mind found cumbersome to decipher
intermingled lines of
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
One thing was dead sure,
If this was the route I adopted till my exams
Truckloads of luck would desert me midway,
Nefarious outcomes would haunt me for the rest of my
It was a pragmatic certainty,
That my youthful demeanor was likely to succumb
When confronted with the might of annual examinations.
Comments about Route To Examinations by Nikhil Parekh
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe