Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


The first time when I swam in fathomless waters of the Atlantic; my legs felt dreary with feverish exhilaration; my heart palpitated 100 beats faster, 


There was an incredulous feeling of confronting the storm; floating


abreast the opalescent fish; caressing the drifting corals as I plunged down.


 


The first time when I ate freezing icecream; infinite buds of taste


stood up on my tongue in bewildered alacrity, 


I greedily gulped the blend of protuberant cherry and cream inadvertently smearing some of it on my nose; to satiate my thirst in the scorching winds of summer.


 


The first time when I witnessed an accident; the lifeless form of an innocuous


pedestrian lying in a river of crimson blood, 


Uncanny shivers ran down my spine at swashbuckling speeds; a dark blur


obliterated my eyes; and I swooned in a disheveled heap on the ground.


 


The first time when I saw a crackling fire; heaps of logs being incinerated by


a tiny matchstick, 


I felt besieged by waves of curiosity; unwittingly poking my fingers in the 


sapphire blue flames; although I quickly withdrew them before my flesh


got charred to soot.


 


The first time when I smoked a cigarette; I felt something vindictively


burning in my throat, 


There were incessant bouts of coughing; succeeded by clouds of grey air


wafting from my mouth.


 


The first time when I drove my car; I felt tumultuous power


encompassing me; as I could increase the speed at a mere kiss to the accelerator, 


However when I did so; the automobile sky rocketed towards the sky; 


eventually crashing into the bakery full of rotten eggs and cakes.


 


The first time when I sat in the aircraft; I felt overwhelmed by the ostentatious interiors; the trays of plum juice being served in kingly fashion, 


I thought of opening the translucent glass window as I usually did as I


got up from sleep; this time though I was rebuked by the airhostess from doing


so; as it could mean a difference between life and death.


 


The first time when I drank peach flavored wine; there was a massive cyclone


that engulfed my mind, 


I seemed to have lost refined degrees of sophistication; barked a volley of


malicious expletives looking my employer straight in his eyes.


The first time when I heard the tiger growl in the jungle; the sonorous screeching of the owl; I felt clusters of hair stand like needles on my skin, 


Also I didn't need to find a plush lavatory; as I had performed the call of


nature in my pants.


 


The first time I attended a bombastic party; with a conglomerate of sparkling


lights falling in dispersed beams; I felt awkward reverberations entrench me


from all sides, 


And my situation exacerbated; when my parents introduced me to the ensemble of


dignitaries; who sipped beer as casually as they had mineral water from their glass.


 


The first time I held a gun in my hands; they unrelentingly shivered with cold


sweat dribbling down my forehead, 


I knew I had to kill my adversary to save my own life; but in the end succumbed to the tyranny of fate; as I couldn't muster the tenacity to fire.


 


The first time when I heard my name; the voice of my mother stringently addressing me in her domineering, 


I felt as impregnable as god in the sky; as I had now been bestowed supreme


recognition to my otherwise neglected entity.


 


And the first time when I saw her; sighting her silken hair blowing with the


wind; I instantly fell in the dungeon of love, 


Wanting to be incarcerated with her celestial form; away from the nuances of


the world for ever and ever and ever.



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