Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

the first one


WHY DID YOU stare at me with profound hostility;
trying to devour me uncouthly with your ghastly
expression?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to wipe off my tears; as I hurt myself
on the floor and started to cry.

Why did you kick me ruthlessly with your feet; abusing
me incessantly with a volley of horrendous expletives?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to protect me; as scores of burglars
attacked me viciously with their pairs of gleaming
knives.

Why did you scorn at me in utter disdain; refraining
to talk to me no matter how vehemently I pleaded?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to sing umpteenth number of songs
melodiously in my ears; to put me off to blissful
sleep.

Why did you starve me of food; hid all baskets of
fruits in the house as I frantically groped for them
at midnight?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to steal appetizing food from the
neighborhood; in order to satiate my taste buds; the
moment I let out a string of hysterical squeals.

Why did you frown at me in overwhelming irritation;
drenching my clothes completely by hoisting at them
your pails of colored yolk,
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to dress me up again; iron the garments
I was about to wear to the most meticulous of
perfection.

Why did you mischievously embody the bed I was going
to sleep with a flurry of thorns; leaving a fleet of
red ants of dauntingly march through?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to apply the balm of your love on my
wounds; swipe the last iota of dirt with sheer
contempt outside our house.

Why did you puncture the tyre of my car as I was about
to leave for office; deflating the last bit of air
trapped robustly inside?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to carry me upon your shoulders; take me
wherever I wanted; sequestering me from the
acrimonious world; behind the cushion of your
voluptuous hair.

Why did you insult me in a group at the riverside
party; ostracizing me for not having worn clothes of
the matching color?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to apologize to all; and then
proclaiming loud and stringent to the world; that your
husband was the best of all.

Why did you try and snatch my children away from me;
trying to possess them more than anyone else in this
world?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to recount to them tales of my childhood
adventures; the path I undertook in life to achieve
the corridors of success.

And why did you leave me; domineeringly banging the
door in my face; cursing your destiny at the top of
your lungs for marrying me in the first place?
When you knew that the very next instant you would be
the first one to inevitably turn back with fiery love
swirling in your eyes; comprehending the passion in my
heart; and lock yourself in my embrace for
times immemorial. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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