Nikhil Parekh

Gold Star - 5,952 Points (27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

Without Her Hands In Mine - Poem by Nikhil Parekh

In order to erase my name from the soil; all I did was kick the loose sands with my feet; and it blended almost magically with the mundane mud,

In order to erase my name from my skin; all I did was wash it with stringent antiseptic; to swipe out the most minuscule trace that might be incorrigibly remaining,

In order to erase my name from my lips; all I did was to purse them passionately with my tongue; then see for myself how handsomely did the ink coalesce in entirety with my saliva,

In order to erase my name from the walls; all I did was to paint them afresh with loads of scintillating whitewash and poignant color,

In order to erase my name from the tree trunk; all I did was slice off that chunk of guilty wood; with effortless ease and incoherent strokes of my lanky pocket knife,

In order to erase my name from the birthday cake; all I did was to gobble it with an insatiable frenzy; guzzle down the most inconspicuous of ingredients adhering to my throat; over a glass of cool water,

In order to erase my name from a bonded sheet of white paper; all I did was to use a gargantuan rubber; caressing it arduously across the squalid sheet; to make the stain vanish into thin oblivion,

In order to erase my name from the transparently sparkling mirror; I applied few pints of stale liquid; got rid off the same with incredulous ease; rubbing it with a soft blanket of sponge,

In order to erase my name from the greasy kitchen table; all I did was to nonchalantly dismiss off the pool of oil; languidly towards the hollow sink,

In order to erase my name from my diabolically bald scalp; all I did was to grow a new mass of hair; which beautifully camouflaged it and shimmered magnificently
under the river of pearly moonlight,

In order to erase my name from the artificially embossed pencil tip; all I did was to chew it phlegmatically; and at the same time triggered the dormant cells of my brain to imagine till unprecedented limits,

In order to erase my name from the passionate sea shores; all I did was wait for the waves to swirl ecstatically; joyfully slap the sands and brutally dismantle the synchronized alphabets,

In order to erase my name from the swanky car windshield; all I did was to switch on the long wipers; which swiped off even the most diminutive trace of dirt; metamorphosing its demeanor as if I had just purchased it from the showroom,

In order to erase my name from my eye; all I did was to simply wink; see for myself as to how insipidly it disappeared along with my volatile film of emphatic tears,

In order to erase my name from the regional town map; all I did was to substitute it with the initials of an entity more proficient than me; more versatile than me in all respects,

In order to erase my name from the records of heinous crime; all I did was drift my life away from the most obsolete shadow of evil; spend the remainder of my breath left in philanthropically serving all mankind,

In order to erase my name from the cheque; all I did was adroitly replicate it with the profound seal of my bohemian thumb,

In order to erase my name from my friends heart; all I did was neglected him a trifle in his times of unsurpassably hopeless distress,

In order to erase my name from the robust bone; all I did was to offer it to the famished stray dog; who pulverized it within seconds into raw chowder; with the insurmountable tenacity in his teeth,

But when I tried to erase my name from hers; that very instant I transformed into worthless streams of condemnable ash; left for my heavenly abode; brutally
penalized by the Almighty; and this time without her hands in mine.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


Comments about Without Her Hands In Mine by Nikhil Parekh

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (11/23/2015 7:38:00 AM)

    Awesome write. You could do so many things willfully to erase your name from so many places but you could not tolerate the thought even 0f erasing your name from hers and got disintegrated. Intensity of love of very high order displayed. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 23, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 27, 2016


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