Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet

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Normally when I started back for home; I commenced my


journey languidly eating pop-corn; aimlessly kicking


small stones that came in my way, 


While today I tripped each time I raised my foot; 


relinquished all capacity to sight objects even a foot


further.


 


Normally when I started back for home; I hummed


melodious tunes; smiling flirtatiously at every girl I


encountered on the way, 


While today I looked at my watch a million times; 


grunted in exasperation as I couldn't bear to see the


disdainful blotches of slush adhering all across my


immaculate shirt.


 


Normally when I started back for home; I winked


mischievously at the sun; took marathon minutes in


idling my scooter to full gear, 


While today I trembled in the icy winds; felt utterly


miserable as my feather weight shoes; felt as heavy as


heavy ships floating on the sea.


 


Normally when I started back for home; I waved goodbye


to all my colleagues; wishing them a blissful and


tranquil sleep, 


While today as I stepped out in the ominous dark; I


closed my ears in alarm; to shun the chaotic


pandemonium of horns and blaring traffic.


 


Normally when I started back for home; I phoned my


wife on the mobile; romancing dreamily for long


minutes about our experiences of the past; 


While today I emptied my pants of all contraptions and


my wallet; scampered for safety like a rabbit for


under gigantic branches of the tree.


 


Normally when I started for home; my mind wandered


rampantly; envisaging all the delectable delicacies


which I would consume for supper in the night, 


While today the food in my stomach churned in nervous


energy; almost strangulating my senses as it tried to


puke out from my mouth.


 


Normally when I started for home; I always made it a


rule to halt my vehicle at signals; thereby letting


others pass peacefully before I proceeded further, 


While today my foot refrained to leave the


accelerator; as I sky rocketed cursing the skies; at


electric speeds towards my dwelling.


 


Normally when I started for home; I stopped


frequently in the way to munch sandwiches; smoked a


cigarette or two in the crowded shopping square, 


While today my sole focus was to wade myself


dexterously through the rivers overflowing; protecting


my cherished checkbook from getting soiled.


 


Normally when I started for home; I spent good amount


of time choosing my favorite pen; for signing the


company guestbook, 


While today I virtually dropped all what I was


carrying; dragged my weight outside like a charged


volcano; running at full speed and at the same time


yelling at the top of my breath.


 


And Normally when I started for home; the skies were


crystal clear; with the Sun god about to set


splendidly into the horizon; the birds chirping


boisterously to announce the onset of cool night, 


While today the reason for my behaving insane; was


that there were streaks of white lightening in the


sky; with thunderbolts of rain pelting in uncouth fury


all over.



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Thunderbolts Of Rain