Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


When I took a plunge into the treacherously perilous valley; all that was left of me; was countless pieces of raw chowder; disintegrated incoherently amidst the conglomerate of ominous rock, 


 


When I took a plunge into the web of unprecedented lies; all that was left of me; was flaming embers of inconspicuous ash; pathetically melting in the trauma of 


insatiable malice, 


 


When I took a plunge into the violently circulating ceiling fan; all that was left of me; was boundless bits of profuse blood and diminutive bone; as the wings mercilessly beheaded me from each of my precious senses, 


 


When I took a plunge into the dungeon of hideous scorpions; all that was left of me; was a mockingly ghastly bodied caricature; as the beats infiltrated their insidious fangs; well beneath the domains of my immaculate flesh, 


 


When I took a plunge into the battlefield of indiscriminate bloodshed; all that was left of me; was a horrendously ruptured eye; frantically groping for illumination; even in the most flamboyantly sweltering Sunlight, 


 


When I took a plunge into the fathomless avalanches of satanic ice; all that was left of me; was a skeleton of indefatigably clattering bones; rejected by even the most famished of crocodile, 


 


When I took a plunge into the lactating lionesses den; all that was left of me; was infinitesimal bits of hair strewn incongruously on cold ground; as the monster penalized me to the most unsurpassable decree; for trying to steal her impeccable cubs, 


 


When I took a plunge into the graves of my revered ones; all that was left of me; was an unrelenting cloudburst of tears; as I sadly remembered my near and dear; eccentrically transiting into sheer nostalgia; even as the clock astoundingly sped, 


 


When I took a plunge into the sea of lethally glaring sharks; all that was left of me; was stray pieces of brutally decimated cloth; which the beasts apparently didn't like, 


 


When I took a plunge into the land of manipulative commercialism; all that was left of me; was a stone ghastily immune to all ecstasy and pain; even as globules of tantalizing rain pelted ferociously outside, 


 


When I took a plunge into the corridors of abhorrent betrayal; all that was left of me; was a poisonous arrow ludicrously flying in all directions; eventually burying itself infinite kilometers beneath dead soil; miserably failing to hits its target outside, 


 


When I took a plunge into the abominably thorny cactus; all that was left of me; was a scarecrow with an insurmountable flurry of scratches; wildly groping for water; as sound irrevocably ceased to escape out of my imprisoned mouth, 


 


When I took a plunge into the horrifically despondent gutter; all that was left of me; was a sardonically titillating entity; becoming an unsurpassably bountiful delight for savage pigs, 


 


When I took a plunge into a pond of heinously discriminating grease; all that was left of me; was a fountain of inexplicable nervousness; disastrously stumbling to kiss mud; each time I tried to elope and alight, 


 


When I took a plunge into the precarious electricity switchboard; all that was left of me; was barbarically  electrocuted embers of worthless shit; simply unable to coalesce into a bonded entity for never ending times, 


 


When I took a plunge into monotonous clockwork machinery; all that was left of me; was an insipid leaf of disdainful pragmatism; drifting sadly away from enchanting fantasy and wonderfully exotic life, 


 


When I took a plunge into nonchalantly lackluster asphalt; all that was left of me; was an incorrigibly condensed stone; lackadaisically rotting every second towards the corpses of hell; as the globe smiled and sang outside, 


 


When I took a plunge into the platform of incomprehensibly murderous knives; all that was left of me; was an unfathomably bleeding soul; lingering with supreme lunatism between fabulous heaven; and depraving hell, 


 


And when I took a plunge into the immortal beats of your benevolent heart; all that was left of me; was countless of my kind reborn again; impregnably fortifying their pledge as each morning unveiled; to embrace the entire planet; in invincible threads of love and mankind



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