Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


When I was in a good mood; the elevator seemed to be made of pure gold; transporting me towards the cotton wool of clouds in the sky, 


While when I was in a bad mood; the same lift seemed to resemble a hideous snake; trying to strangulate me to death with its snaring jaws.


 


When I was in a good mood; the verdant patches of soil looked mesmerizing; with vivacious stalks of grass appearing splendid to sight in the backdrop of the valley, 


While when I was in bad mood; the same fields of grass looked like sinking sand; ready to suckle me and blend me with century old dungeons beneath land.


 


When I was in a good mood; the upper story's of the building; looked like biscuits of pure silver; shimmering profoundly under the Sun, 


While when I was in a bad mood; the same floors appeared to be boxes of broken matchsticks; badly distorted and just on the verge of collapsing down.


 


When I was in a good mood; the Sun seemed to be a blazing ball of fire; flamboyantly permeating every rotting cranny of insipid earth, 


While when I was in a bad mood; the same appeared as an acrid island of acid; charring every soul trespassing on mud; to inconspicuous ash.


 


When I was in a good mood; the waves of the ocean seemed majestic; rising and falling delectably with each current of enchanting wind; 


While when I was in a bad mood; the assemblage of waters appeared to be ghastly blood; engulfing each puff of my breath with brutal perceptions of hell.


 


When I was in a good mood; the watch on my wrist; looked like a marvel of technology; apprising me accurately of the changing seasons and night, 


While when I was in a bad mood; the contraption seemed wholesomely apalling; depicting to me the seconds left until my death.


 


When I was in a good mood; people hovering around me; looked like immaculate angels; bestowing upon me their mystical touch, 


While when I was in a bad mood; the same humans seemed to be ghosts just arisen from their coffins; staring at me with animosity; as if to gobble me up with their


eyes.


 


When I was in a good mood; the fishes swimming in the glass aquarium; looked like fairies having descended from the sky, 


While when I was in a bad mood; the same seemed like mammoth sized sharks; hurtling at lightening speeds for the veins of my throat.


 


When I was in a good mood; the picture I viewed on television; seemed to be a stupendous piece of art; enamoring me to the last bone in my spine, 


While when I was in a bad mood; the same appeared to be a boring documentary; like a million needles piercing me from all sides. 


 


And when I was in a good mood; life seemed beautiful & fascinating; wonderful and animated; bubbling with tremendous euphoria and excitement; as each dawn unveiled into darkness, 


While when I was in a bad mood; it struck me viciously like infinite deaths together; embedding and replacing every ounce of enthusiasm in my mind; with the seeds of treacherous negativity.



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