Nikhil Parekh

Rookie - 488 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Trampled By Her Love - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When I was trampled by an devilish horde of menacing
crocodiles; invidiously clambering upon my nimble body
from all sides,
All that was left of me after a while; was orphaned
bits of gruesomely pulverized chowder and stray bone;
with the contours of body now unfathomably beyond the
corridors of sane recognition….
When I was trampled by a savage pack of hideous eyed
vultures; cold-bloodedly pecking at my poignantly
intricate flesh,
All that was left of me after a while; was a
mercilessly mangled mass of veins; and an endless
river of gory blood pouring from all sides….
When I was trampled by an irascible fleet of satanic
ants; salaciously crawling upon even the most
infinitesimally naked arena of my sensitive skin,
All that was left of me after a while; was a
grotesquely irate blanket of agonizing redness; an
overpowering sensation to itch till centuries
immemorial; even after I died….
When I was trampled by a traumatic battalion of
gargantuan dinosaurs; gnawing at my trembling visage
like a cherry on the minuscule pie,
All that was left of me after a while; was a whirlpool
of inconspicuously threadbare sawdust; being whistled
beyond the dungeons of absolution; at the slightest
puff of somebody's breath….
When I was trampled by a limitless well of acrid
scorpions; truculently jabbing their tail into my
petite demeanor; left; right and complete center,
All that was left of me after a while; was a severely
asphyxiated and butchered carcass; ghoulishly scaring
every sagacious organism in near vicinity….
When I was trampled by an insurmountable mountain of
swords; barbarically excoriating the fabric of my
holistic existence; like the treacherous demon
marauding in overwhelmingly gay abandon,
All that was left of me after a while; was a gory
chunks of distorted flesh; the sockets of my eye
ludicrously bouncing to blend with the island of
derogatorily dilapidated hell….
When I was trampled by the licentiously sleazy corpse
of manipulation; with the noose of disgusting lies
strangulating me more vindictively as each instant
unveiled into an entire minute,
All that was left of me after a while; was a
remorsefully fretting ghost without even the most
inconspicuous of stature; miserably slithering towards
the mists of oblivious nothingness…..
When I was trampled by an invidious graveyard of
perniciously sinister spirits; with the ghosts of
unfinished desire crippling me on every step that I
intrepidly transgressed,
All that was left of me after a while; was an
uncontrollably trembling shadow; that was
indescribably ostracized and spat upon by macabre
monsters wandering at will….
But when I was trampled by her immortally aristocratic
grace; the fragrance of her spell binding
righteousness infiltrating every famished pore of my
devastatingly dithering body,
All that was left after a while; was an Omnipotently
blazing Sun of eternal truth that not only overpowered
all of the above; but instilled in me the unflinching
tenacity to be reborn for a countless more lifetimes;
as her celestial love had perpetually bonded with
mine. 


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014



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