Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent patterns in the powder 


with my big toe, 


It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin; poignantly tickling every part of my body. 


 


When I smeared a parsimonious amount of it on my tongue; the taste buds 


instantly stood up; as if after a marathon period of prolonged rest, 


My throat cried for water soon after; to pacify its inevitable thirst. 


 


When I sprinkled it gently in the drifting breeze; it rose high and handsome in the atmosphere; adhering to the crisp tree leaves, 


While some part of it descended down painstakingly; causing my eyes to profusely water as it barged in forcefully. 


 


When I blended it with pure water; vigorously stirring the concoction till it spewed bubbles of sparkling froth, 


The elixir produced was wholesomely spicy to drink; and I washed my mouth scrupulously clean; after consuming a few sips.


 


When I rubbed it fervently against the periphery of succulent fruit; completely engulfing the same with its surplus fillings, 


The berry remained as fresh as ever even after several weeks had elapsed; unperturbed by the onslaught of deleterious insects. 


 


When mixed it with the chocolate brown soil; it acquired evanescent tinges of cream, 


The mud now looked far more enticing; with streaks of impeccable white clearly accentuated. 


 


When I heated it on the stove to form a composite bar of soap; it willingly underwent the metamorphosis, 


And I felt hot fumes emanating from my persona; when I took bath with it. 


 


When I hurled it mischievously at passing pedestrians; they were partially 


perplexed by my uncanny behavior, 


Their initial anger soon converted into intense indignation; as they were left scratching their flesh raw till it bled. 


 


When I dissolved colossal pints of it in the fathomless ocean; it was supremely grateful, 


Thanking me from its heart for submerging it back; in the place it actually belonged to. 


 


And eventually when I added frugal pinches of it in my food; my supper transited to the tastiest of all times, 


With commensurate proportions of sweetness and spice; overwhelmingly gratifying the pangs of hunger in my stomach, 


It was now that my bottle of table salt had served me to its absolute best; 


had indeed embodied lots of color to my spiceless life



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