Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


When a conglomerate of thunder clouds collided in the cosmos, 


Infinite splinters of water pelted down in fury; gently bruising naked patches of my skin.


 


When multiple balls of bulky glass clashed with tumultuous fury, 


Acerbic splinters of jagged mirror pierced with hostile fervor through my skin; prompting crimson blood to flow.


 


When I dexterously sliced colossal chunks of tree lumber with my serrated pickaxe, 


Pulverized splinters of saw dust flew in unsymmetrical unison; inundating my eyeball with series of allergy.


 


When obdurate balls of round steel smashed tenaciously with each other, 


Minuscule splinters of metal settled haphazardly on my scalp; with obstreperous cacophony tickling my eardrum. 


 


When I pricked the gargantuan balloon with a rusted pin; tones of air blew out at overwhelming speeds, 


Soft splinters of rubber descended down on my feet; and I slipped while walking inadvertently on the same.


 


When menacing masses of ice tumbled down the mountain; they formed a monstrous


avalanche, 


Which diffused into incommensurate splinters after striking the ground; stabbing my flesh like a quiver full of arrows.


 


When I shook a barrel full of fermented cream vigorously in the air, 


Decayed splinters of milk splashed disdainfully across my face; with a stench of rotten rat emanating; besieging all in proximity.


 


When I placed a mammoth elephant tusk in amicable contact with circulating 


blades of the ceiling fan, 


Bountiful splinters of powder blended with small bone infiltrated into my nostril; making me vociferously sneeze.


 


When I entered the unscrupulous ambience of the darkened cloth factory, 


Irascible splinters of cotton fiber camouflaged my cheek; instigating me to voraciously scratch.


 


And eventually when the immaculate crystal of her splendor; burst with a bang


over my forehead, 


A myriad of victimized arenas in my silhouette; relinquished pain instantly, 


Wounded avenues of my heart and soul perpetually healed; after being injected with splinters of her unprejudiced love.



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