Life = Death - Volume 3 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

6. TIME PASS.

I meticulously counted the number of waves; rising and falling in the majestically undulating sea, I sang occasionally with the birds; humming a myriad of spell binding tunes,

I tore a sheet of lanky dilapidated paper; into measly bits of orphaned fragments,

I nonchalantly kicked each stone that confronted me in my way; hurling it high and handsome towards mystical puffs of sky,

O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment

life was nothing but a big time pass. 

I shooed the birds sitting tranquilly on the jaded rocks; chasing them till the point I wholesomely collapsed in a bedraggled heap on cold ground,

I made boundless sandcastles in insurmountably slippery sand; dismantling them as they gathered the slightest of solid proportion,

I held my ear abysmally close to the hollow walls; awaiting for the tiniest of sound that simply wasn’t there,

I indefatigably kept chanting a silly tune; giving it the pompously pretentious status of being the astronomical best,

O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment

life was nothing but a big time pass. 

I voraciously rubbed my glasses till the time they shone vivaciously bright; although they were already  sparkling more than the mid-day Sun,

I tied my handkerchief into unfathomable number of folds; spent countless moments thereafter in entangling the disdainful mess of my insane creation,

I washed my body vigorously all throughout the night; evacuating the last bit of superficial dirt that just wasn’t to be seen,

I flipped through pages of the bulky history book; browsing through an unending labyrinth of dates; with beads of exasperating sweat trickling feverishly down my nape,

O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment

life was nothing but a big time pass.

I yawned like a maniacally fanatic; although the bones incarcerated in my body rared to surge forward with spurts of exuberant enthusiasm,

I chewed slices of tangy gum for times immemorial; evolving a cocoon of bubbles only to obnoxiously burst them,

I incoherently scribbled gargantuan tons of literature on barren paper; expending Herculean loads of my lazy frustration on my tiny little fountain pen,

I relentlessly kept tapping my nimble feet; scowling in inexplicable disdain at whomsoever who encountered me in my way.

O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment

life was nothing but a big time pass.