Time Pass. (poem) by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet on AuthorsDen

Time Pass.
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Sunday, March 20, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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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.