Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

without my beloved


Every wall of this house stabbed me like a million
scorpions; venomously crippling each fountain of my
exquisitely bountiful thought,
Every stair of this house made me stagger like a
boundless matchsticks; uncouthly pulverizing me at
every step; for ostensibly no fault of mine,
Every nail of this house pierced me brutally like the
corridors of hell; unrelentingly permeating deeper and
deeper into my satiny flesh; playing a sadistically
gory game with my disastrously wailing nerves,
Every space of this house devilishly stared at me for
times immemorial; savagely lambasting every cranny of
my drearily wasting persona; with remorsefully satanic
morbidity,
Every picture of this house thrashed me unsparingly
like a salaciously ghoulish ghost; vindictively
scaring even the most infinitesimal wisps of daylight;
from every bone of my shivering countenance,
Every web of this house gruesomely diseased me;
lethally incarcerating even the most blissful of my
energies; in a corpse of forlorn oblivion and
nothingness,
Every window of this house abhorrently spewed shards
of vengeful glass into my eyes; profusely staining
even the most inconspicuous element of my persona;
with unfathomable oceans of savage blood,
Every mirror of this house reflected a billion witches
to me; ghastily inundating my impeccable soul with
the; traumatically tyrannized cry of the insidious
devil,
Every dust particle of this house lecherously tainted
my visage forever; ominously drowning each speck of
benign goodness embedded in my conscience; in the sea
of coldblooded murder,
Every droplet of water in this house demonically
blinded my eyes; metamorphosed me into a pool of
sardonically fulminating acid; the very instant that I
consumed even a fraction of it,
Every dungeon of this house barbarically imprisoned me
for countless more births to unveil; murderously
slashing my wrists and fingers; of their magnificently
spell binding artistry,
Every tap of this house barked a volley of
incoherently mortifying abuse at my righteous flesh;
incessantly drifting me towards the world of bawdy
raunchiness; a prison of preposterously empty
skeletons and parasitic mice,
Every brick of this house horrendously squelched my
innocent toes; viciously raining like a thunderbolt of
endless anguish upon my senses; on every step that I
trespassed ahead,
Every watch of this house vengefully threatened me
with its deafening sound; as its series of tick-tocks
devilishly augmented by the unfurling minute; to
acridly blast even the most sensitively immaculate
arenas of my eardrums,
Every curtain of this house perniciously asphyxiated
me in the heart of the precariously ungainly midnight;
choking even the remotest traces of humility from my
demeanor; to eventually sleep with the naked crabs,
Every echo of this house indiscriminately stripped me
of all my robust flesh; feasting on my gorily barren
skeleton; with its teeth of dolorously debilitating
doom,
Every rail of this house perennially whipped me on my
silken backside; tormenting even the most holistic
ingredients in my blood; to ultimately surrender to
the commands of the lecherously gleaming devil,
Every thread of this house slit my throat into a
countless strands of mangled flesh and bone; even
before I could utter my last prayer; whisper the
slightest of passionate sound,
Every currency coin in this house slit me apart into
an infinite pieces of worthless shit; making it hard
for the commoner to discern; between my grotesque
carcass and the meat of the stinking pigs,
And believe me; this was the same house in which I had
lived all my life like a priceless prince innocuously
blending my soul with God and the panoramic winds of
Mother nature; while today the same haunted me worse
than my veritable corpse; as it lay empty without my
beloved. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

Topic(s): poetry


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