Nikhil Parekh

Freshman - 508 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Thirsty - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

The acrimoniously sweltering sands of the blistering desert; were
perpetually thirsty for; unfathomably sparkling tumblers; of heavenly
rain
water,
The somberly drying stalks of obsoletely dilapidated grass; were
intransigently thirsty for; a vivacious kaleidoscope; of resplendently
twinkling dewdrops,
The sardonically corrugated and rotting walls of the disastrous
graveyard;
were insatiably thirsty for; an unsurpassably vibrant entrenchment; of
perennially blossoming life,
The pathetically sullen stillness of the murderously quiet valley; was
irrevocably thirsty for; an ebulliently mesmerizing cloud; of
melodiously
enchanting whistles,
The ludicrously scattered and orphaned nestles of the solitarily empty
nest;
were profusely thirsty for; an impeccable festoon; of compassionately
innocuous eggs,
The diabolically worthless skeletons of bizarrely insipid bones; were
relentlessly thirsty for; a veritably vital blanket; of crimson blood
and
boisterous life,
The preposterously gloomy and insidious dungeons; were profoundly
thirsty
for; an incomprehensibly endless sky; of celestially optimistic light,
The placidly derogatory surface of the lugubriously stagnant pond; was
irretrievably thirsty for; an exuberantly enthusing splash; of
ravishingly
sparkling waves,
The mercilessly thrashed and hopelessly abraded palms; were ardently
thirsty
for; a marvelously royal globe; of inscrutably magnificent destiny
lines,
The ominous periphery of the cloud camouflaged sky; was fervently
thirsty
for; a glitteringly crystalline garden; of opalescently beaming and
amicable
stars,
The miserably dusty attic horrendously besieged with sinister cobwebs;
was
indefatigably thirsty for; an aristocratically blooming civilization;
of
ubiquitously unending freshness,
The abominably fretting and horrifically stinking gutters; were
tirelessly
thirsty for; rhapsodically euphoric galleries; of ecstatically jubilant
scent,
The languidly indolent and preposterously slow tortoise; were
unimaginably
thirsty for; tumultuously triumphant thunderbolts; of ebulliently
galloping
speed,
The desolately neglected and gruesomely corrugated roads; were
intractably
greedy for; rambunctiously bustling pyrotechnics; of flamboyantly
gallivanting traffic,
The tyrannically whipped contours of haplessly bruised flesh; were
unfathomably thirsty for; compassionately silken waterfalls; of
priceless
empathy and love,
The miserably devastated corridors of the uncouthly bedraggled brain;
were
unconquerably thirsty for; enthrallingly spell binding clouds; of
tantalizingly serene fantasy,
The ruthlessly frozen avalanches of stringently condensed ice; were
incorrigibly thirsty for; passionately overwhelming fireballs; of
blazingly
sparkling heat,
The gorily mutilated and savagely punctured lungs; were unstoppably
thirsty
for; an everlastingly evergreen garden; of exotically enamoring and
evolving
breath,
The salaciously corrupt and manipulatively treacherous corpses of lies;
were
irrefutably thirsty for; a tenaciously unflinching and philanthropic;
harbinger of truth,
And the dormitories of my despondently impoverished heart; were
unsurpassably thirsty for; the invincibly divine mists; of brilliantly
pacifying and immortal love. 


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014



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