Hide and Seek - Part 2 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

35. HOUSES

If i lived in a house blended with ripened banana,

clusters of the fresh green fruit extruding in abundance from the roof,

i wouldn't have to cook my meal; surviving handsomely on slices of sugary white pulp.

if i resided in a house made of invincible steel bereft of corrugations,

and the beds being of molten iron curry,

i would seldom fall into bouts of sleep; roaming around wildly in sheer insomnia.

if i dwelt in a house impregnated with fearsome alligator skin,

bold premonitions of the monster encroaching would nictitate in my mind,

prompting me to sweat even in the freezing winter night.

if i occupied a house painted with cow dung plaster,

with fresh cakes of goat manure adhered to the floor,

the preposterous stench would suffocate me to unwarranted death.

if i slept in a house made of articulate time pieces,

the needle hands ticking in obstreperous unison,

i would continue to inhabit this earth with a niggling consciousness of evanescent  time.

if i occupied a house with symmetrical holes in the roof,

with barren spaces impersonating clerestory windows,

water would cascade down torrentially in the monsoon,

transforming my abode into a sea of fresh liquid.

if i established my entity in a house juxtaposed with slabs of yellow gold,

also an incessant cascade of sparkling silver from the tall roof,

i would be sure of wasting the remainder of my life counting the affluence i possessed.

and if by chance i procured a house in sacrosanct realms of heaven,

with fairy god mothers flying around,

the philanthropic personality of almighty ready to converse with me all day,

i would consider myself as someone blessed with the most cherishable house of all.