Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

without these three


Without these three I would have run, but without the
slightest power or tenacity in my legs,
Without these three I would have dreamt, but those
fantasies would have revolved wholesomely around
ghastly death,
Without these three I would have smiled, but that
tinkle on my face would have been as morbid as the
buried corpse,
Without these three I would have eaten food, but each
morsel would have been like a million barrels of
poison,
Without these three I would have kissed, but my caress
would diffuse cancerous tissues instead of spreading
the bond of friendship,
Without these three I would have read, but the letters
would have seemed darker than the blackest of clouds,
Without these three I would have cried, but the tears
which dribbled down my cheek would be of pure blood,
Without these three I would have earned money, but the
currency would have been as infinitesimal as ash for
me,
Without these three I would have attended parties, but
would have sequestered myself under the table, with a
pool of mosquitoes hovering around,
Without these three I would have seen people wandering
around, but they would appear to me as lifeless
entities,
Without these three I would have heard voices, but
would have forgotten to decipher the melody in the
sound,
Without these three I would have gulped water, but
would have remained thirsty all throughout the day,
Without these three I would have written long letters,
but would perceive each word embossed as a rotten
abuse,
Without these three I would have driven my vehicle,
but would loose complete control of the steering
wheel,
Without these three I would have worn clothes, but
would have people laughing as I had worn my trousers
enveloping my neck instead of my shirt,
Without these three I would have sat on the royal
chair, but would have tripped head-on on the floor,
disdainfully losing my balance,
Without these three I would have gone to the market,
but would have spent my entire wallet on a flimsy
chunk of spiceless vegetable,
Without these three I would have fought valiantly with
my fists, but each punch of mine would have been like
frozen ice,
Without these three I would have behaved, but only for
the sake of appeasing a bunch of idiots running the
family business,
Without these three I would have perhaps have existed,
lived for the heck of it, but without my heart
actually throbbing in my ribs,
And I know, by now you must be desperately waiting to
know their names, And I have not the slightest of
hesitation; infact am proud to christen the three
immortals in my life as my 'CREATOR', my 'MOTHER', and
my 'BELOVED'. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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