Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

would you ever believe


Would you ever believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as
a
vivacious bird soaring high in the sky,
Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk
of
glittering gold,
Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with
diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone,
Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a
switchboard of pugnacious electricity,
Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as
a
broomstick with incongruous bristles,
Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated
iron; as a
mesmerizing rose growing in the garden,
Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a
mosquito
hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room,
Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the
undulating
waves; as a rustic jungle spider,
Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with
snow; as
an unscrupulous dog on the street,
Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a
disdainfully
fetid shoe,
Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a
jagged
bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert,
Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of
delectable chocolate,
Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid
bubbling in a swanky bottle,
Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an
inarticulate
matchstick coated with lead,
Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the
ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat,
Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a
dead
mans morbid tooth,
Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as
gaudily
colored water emanating from the street fountains,
Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered
historian;
as a slab of tangy peanut butter,
Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant
pigeon
discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor,
Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a
camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass,
Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep
gorges; as
a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage,
Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict
nefariously
lurking through solitary streets of the city,
Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as
a weird
tattoo to be adhered to the chest,
Would you ever believe if I called a chicken's egg; as logs of sooty
charcoal
abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse,
Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey
; as a
ominously slithering reptile in the jungles,
Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly
tonsured
scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air,
Would you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal
diamonds;
as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin,
Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray
containing frozen ice,
Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a
gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs,
Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the
ceiling; as
finely squelched juice of red radish,
Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as
slime
coated fossil lying in close proximity with the sea bed,
Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified
wall
commensurately aligned with burnt bricks,
Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp
of mango
being tossed indiscriminately on the street,
Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome
machines;
as an aromatic seed of plant,
Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a
rubicund fruit
of juicy plum,
Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a
greeting
card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines,
Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a
disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice,
Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a
preposterously huge whale of the ocean,
Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an
animated
butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground,
Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a
mushroom
sizzling in the blistering oven,
Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an
avalanche
of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds,
Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner;
as a
curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap,
Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe
of a
striped panther,
Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a
corrugated
assemblage of tree roots,
Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier
floating
harmlessly in water,
Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a
graveyard
sprawled with morbid coffins,
Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid
peel
of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall,
Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a
zany
zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert,
Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a
frigid
contact lens agglutinated to the eye,
Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious
profanity,
Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly
blatant lie,
Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of god;
as a
perniciously diabolical devil,
And would you ever believe if I called 'true love'; as a spurious
product of
imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation. 

Submitted: Friday, August 15, 2014

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