Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

where were you?


Where were you when I was relentlessly slithering on freezing ground;
rapaciously fantasizing about your voluptuously silken hair?
Where were you when I eclectically sketched you in a countless shapes
and
exuberant forms; envisaging you to be the most sensuously untamed
female on
this colossal planet?
Where were you when I lunatically chatted with barren space for times
immemorial; insatiably wishing that my compassionately quavering voice;
reached you through thin air?
Where were you when I was tyrannically being drowned by the monstrously
cyclonic sea wave; perceiving nothing else but your magically
effervescent
smile; even as preposterously diabolical sharks and water; haplessly
sunk me
down?
Where were you when I desperately needed fathomless skies of
conviction;
when I fervently desired nothing else but your invincibly humanitarian
embrace; in my times of gruesomely bizarre dereliction?
Where were you when each devastatingly emaciated pore of my flesh;
uncontrollably sought for nothing else but your; tantalizingly
ingratiating
caress?
Where were you when I spent each unfurling second of the day;
enigmatically
inscribing your name on every wall of my house and my ecstatically
reverberating heart?
Where were you when I euphorically penned boundless lines of perpetual
poetry on your brilliantly magnanimous grace; sporadically wailing as I
unstoppably craved for your mischievously uninhibited laughter?
Where were you when I was being truculently whipped by the
indiscriminately
unforgiving and iconoclastically orthodox society; and every tear
oozing
from my eye; engulfed profusely with nothing else but your immaculately
divine soul?
Where were you when I was shivering even beneath the most opulently
flocculent of quilts; as every cranny of my countenance unsurpassably
yearned for nothing else; but your Omnipotently miraculous warmth?
Where were you when I frantically wandered for a countless days on the
frigidly dusty streets; fanatically searching for your Omnisciently
magical
essence without even knowing an alphabet from your heavenly name?
Where were you when I wholesomely surrendered my impoverished form to
the
satanic lions of the jungle; acquitting my form of all beautiful life;
without your majestically benign fragrance?
Where were you when I deliriously screamed for help towards the
enchantingly
endless sky; hopelessly unable to sight your lusciously venerated lips;
even
in the most flamboyantly dazzling light of the afternoon?
Where were you when I unfurled like a vivacious peacock into the aisles
of
unceasingly vibrant desire; with even the most infinitesimal ingredient
of
my blood unlimitedly wanting to dedicate itself to your divinely form?
Where were you when I disconsolately wept like a new-born infant for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme; inexplicably missing your congenitally
blessing rhythm; in even the most evanescent puff of air that I inhaled
?
Where were you when I zealously tried to stop every unraveling second
on the
dials of my luminescent watch; wanting every fraction of the planet to
come
to an absolute standstill; and only you to reign unassailably supreme?
Where were you when I inexhaustibly fantasized about you in my every
dream;
when the whites and black's of my eye garnished no other image; except
your
insuperably queenly form?
Where were you when I about to abdicate my very last breath at the
impromptu
command of the Omnipresent Lord; when the last wish that I breathed
from my
nostrils was to hear your mellifluously eternal voice?
Where were you when I timelessly proposed my immortal love for you;
limitlessly wanted to propound the condition of my passionately
enslaved
heart infront of your indomitably fearless grace?
And where were you when I was getting Married to a complete alien on
this
earth; just to fulfill the last wish of my dying mother; as there was
not
the most diminutive trace of you in front of her weary eyes; and all
that
she wanted to see before she died; was me in bonded in perennially
connubial
bliss and blithe. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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