Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The century old fort had fading exteriors; although it stood fortified against the mightiest of whirlwinds and storms, 


While its contemporary counterparts constructed at electric speeds appeared bombastic; but collapsed like a soft pack of cards; at the slightest tremor of


the earthquake.


 


The thick rooted Banyan tree seemed outlandish; with infinite dusty tendrils cascading from its body; although it bore the brunt of the cyclone open chested without budging an inch from the place it had taken birth, 


While the rose embellished with glistening dew drops; looking flamboyant and


just a few days old; withered to blend with the mud at the first sign of 


thunder in the sky.


 


The large feathered grandfather eagle appeared rustic; flapping its corrugated


wings painstakingly in the air; although it soared like a handsome prince through the ominous cover of black clouds, 


While the silver streamed aircraft swished like a rocket through space; but resonated like a dying man nose-dived towards the earth; as streaks of turbulent lightening struck it unexpectedly.


 


The gargantuan lake looked monotonous; bereft of a single wave on its surface; 


although its swollen silhouette wasn't affected the least in the peak of sweltering summer, 


While the stream plummeting from the mountains looked enchanting; incessantly


producing a mesmerizing sound; but the assemblage of water shrunk to raw dust; 


under sizzling rays of the dazzling Sun.


 


The conglomerate of fingers appeared pretty disillusioning; with the feather coated pen in their grip embodied with antique designs; although they chiseled exquisite lines of delectable literature; all throughout the night, 


While the conventional computer typed lines at nerve wrecking speeds; was a symbol of profound sophistication in the new millennium; but metamorphosed all script into mumbled junk; the instant it was attacked by lethal virus.


 


The nuggets of glittering gold appeared indigenous; stashed well beneath in hideous dungeons; with the fangs of snake god guarding them against all evil; although when they were exposed to sun and unrelenting rain; the biscuits still retained their lustrous texture; the immortality of their shine, 


While the scintillating coins of modern silver looked alluring; were used profusely in day to day interaction; but the chips developed peels of obnoxious rust on their surface; a few weeks after the monsoons.


 


The bicycle looked ludicrous; with spokes of skeleton steel protruding from each of its bars; although it traversed smoothly on the streets; whether it be gruesome night; or the steaming day, 


While the swanky car was a stupendous delight to admire; zipped past the landscapes at roaring speeds; but halted abruptly midway; as the last droplet of petrol evaporated from its tank; leaving it stranded amidst an ambience of jungle and savage beasts.


 


The shades of rainbow in the cosmos appeared dull; failed to incarcerate attention at times; although they perennially appeared in the sky; after every shower of rain in sunlight, 


While the blend of colors in the artists palette looked fascinating; each stroke of the brush evolving a new network of enthusing designs; but they got massacred the moment I scrubbed them vigorously with the eraser; annihilating all traces of them from this universe.


 


And the grizzly haired man seemed to be on the verge of extinction; infinite portions of his skin sagging towards the soil; although the experiences of life had made his foundations astronomically strong; and he displayed paramount resilience in adeptly conquering the most Herculean of task, 


While the impetuous youngster looked brazenly dynamic; had blood circulating


passionately through his veins; but when it came to deciphering the enigmas of life; he buckled wholesomely under the pressure; the aftermath of which nearly


sent him on an expedition to his heavenly abode.



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