Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
When I pricked a large bubble impregnated with acid; infinite droplets of fumes flew all over my persona,
Transforming my glowing skin; into complete shambles of pathetic brown; and I emitted a few tears unable to bear the anguish.
When I pricked minuscule bubbles of soap emanating from the bathtub; a pungent
spray flew in my eyes,
It was as if someone had hurled tones of chili powder; and the interiors of my eye developed a severe red allergy.
When I pricked rotund bubbles incorporated with honey; sweet globs of liquid
fell on my face,
I felt nice in the beginning; but it soon became a disdainful nuisance; as clusters of stinging ants clambered up at fast pace.
When I pricked plastic bubbles looking thoroughly inflated; a sudden gush of
stale air rushed across my lips,
There was a deafening roar produced that inundated my ears; and for the next
few minutes I was unable to decode sound.
When I pricked bubbles filled with crimson blood; my immaculate clothes
acquired blotches of red,
A sickening smell encompassed the ambience; and I felt like vomiting out
consumed food; wanting to eliminate the process of death.
When I pricked bubbles compactly filled with frozen ice; tiny nuggets of ice
cascaded down my neck,
Umpteenth hair on my body stood up due to impact of the bitter cold; and my
teeth started to violently clatter.
When I pricked frothy bubbles wafting out of a stray dogs mouth; a fountain of
water gently caressed my face,
A fetid stench arose in the air; and I knew I had an overwhelming chance of contracting deadly rabies.
When I pricked bubbles drifting from the periphery of sizzling hot tea; blistering sprays of water collided with my face,
Scalding sensitive arenas of my silhouette as they trickled down my chest; also my body smelt of tea leaf for remainder of the day.
When I pricked bubbles generated by the ravishing sea waves; salty foam struck
me stringently in my face,
My eyes started to profusely water; with an inevitable sensation to scratch painstakingly developing all throughout.
Eventually when I pricked the colossal bubble of our perennial love; there was
a rainfall of fragrant water; that imprisoned us in bonds of immortal embrace,
And there were many more such bubbles which proliferated every unleashing
minute; uniting us for the present and many births to unveil in the distant future
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