Veritable Death Mine (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

Veritable Death Mine
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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My mind was like the fulminating volcano; which kept on passionately erupting; even after the entire earth had blissfully slept, My mind was like an uninhibitedly philandering panther; which thunderously roared each unfurling second of the day, My mind was like a turbulently swirling ocean; which culminated each instant into a flurry of violent waves, My mind was like the poignant whirlpool of sand; which evolved at cyclonic speeds; sweeping across the fathomless deserts inevitably every afternoon, My mind was like the blazing inferno; which kept augmenting to astronomical heights with each nimble stroke of the brazen wind, My mind was like the hideously savage vulture; whose hunger arose the very next moment; after it had just devoured its previous bit of robust carrion, My mind was like the indefatigably running spider; which didn't rest for even a minuscule minute; entrenched and wavering amidst the silvery strands of its web, My mind was like streaks of white lightening which profusely enveloped the sky; creating insanely havoc on the whatever space they fell, My mind was like infinite clouds sprawled vindictively in the cosmos; creeping up every day to try and camouflage vivacious rays of brilliant light, My mind was like the unstoppably perennial stream; which leapt and swelled; irrespective of the acrimonious battalion of barricades that confronted it in its celestial way, My mind was like the plane which inexorably kept flying all its life; without stooping down a fraction; or caressing the tarmac with its spongy sheath of wheels, My mind was like the mystical echo which reverberated countless number of times; after ephemerally clashing against the formidably boundless valley, My mind was like the lethally bouncing striped shark; which unrelentingly surged forward with hostile euphoria even in the middle of the perilously gloomy night, My mind was like the centuries old grandfather clock; which continued to tirelessly tick; irrespective of the most deadliest of holocaust or rain, My mind was like the deafening thud of the dinosaurs foot; which kept going on and on for times immemorial; even after the monster had become remotely obsolete and wholesomely extinct, My mind was like the globules golden sweat; which kept incorrigibly trickling down the arms; even after applying the most profound balm of stupendously redolent scent, My mind was like the unfathomably deep well; which indeed did have an opening; but there simply seemed no end, My mind was like the tangible population; which perpetually kept increasing as each second unveiled into a full fledged minute In the end it is my humble plea to you; O! Almighty Creator; not to give people a mind like mine; for although I had developed an intrinsic bondage with its vagaries over a period of time; for others it could very well prove to a veritable death mine.