Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


When i spit saliva on brackish complexioned tan ground, 


there were pearly streaks of white formed amidst an assemblage of disdainful black.


 


when i spit saliva on the scintillating surface of immaculate marble, 


hordes of pedestrians tripped headlong; after an encounter with the slippery surface.


 


when i spit saliva on ravishing morsels of steaming food, 


the concoction transited to a fetid brown; hosting an army of obnoxious mosquito.


 


when i spit saliva on delectable pints of frosty milk, 


the opulently prosperous liquid turned into fermented bitter cream.


 


when i spit saliva on finely decimated granules of sugar, 


it produced a molten ointment of jaggery; deleterious to health.


 


when i spit saliva on arid patches of blistering air, 


the ambience was submerged in passionate humidity; pacifying high strung temper.


 


when i spit saliva on the surface of vast sapphire ocean, 


it simply faded into oblivion; diffusing amongst colossal chains of trapped salt.


 


when i spit saliva in vehicular petrol, 


the elixir was rendered useless for further use; failing miserably in its


attempts to rekindle the machine.


 


when i spit saliva on a jugglery of software electronic, 


the contraption hissed currents of venomous electricity; electrocuting tender bones in my skin.


 


when i spit saliva on slithering persona of jungle reptile, 


its demeanor glittered like pure gold; blended with stripes of vibrant yellow.


 


when i spit saliva on crisp sheets of morning paper, 


the manuscript was reduced to threadbare pulp; with distorted lines of English literature.


 


when i spit saliva on burning embers of black coal, 


the flames died a natural death; with sporadic spurts in intensity.


 


when i spit saliva on parched soil of the desert, 


it applauded my efforts; thanking me heartily for my assiduous efforts.


 


and when i didn't spit saliva at all; my body


retaliated in poignant anger, 


irresistible sensations proliferated in my mouth, 


and i eventually burst open my constipated mouth; emitting a frothy spray; as it didn't cost me to spit loads of free saliva.



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