You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

28. THE FIRST TIME 

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 .