” That I was blind ” – A poem to sensitize those with eye-sight towards those who are blind….
Outside; the Sun fire-lit every sagging bit of nerve and adulterated
soil; into an unparalleled wind of optimism; blazing into dynamic
freshness,
For me though; the blackness grew even more disconcerting than ever;
slowly crippling all my dimensions of beauty and charm— a blackness
which rendered my existence into hysteric sadness with no respite….
Outside; the leaves blossomed into sparkling freshness from their
tender buds; as mists of desire not only kissed them; but gave them
the tenacity to lead a fulsome life,
For me though; the blackness pierced more ominously than a zillion
smoldering thorns; leading me to dungeons of despair—a blackness
which made me lose my way everytime I tread with new-found hope on
rustic soil…
Outside; there was unimaginably fervent hustle-bustle as people of all
color; caste; creed; race and religion—jostled helter-skelter in the
rat race of survival of the fittest,
For me though; the blackness spun its web of disdainful loneliness
till the last grain of my fantasy—a blackness which made me shunt
every fabric of society in a baseless apprehension of cold rejection….
Outside; there swirled festivity of all gigantic size and proportion;
with crackling thunder and white lightening of the sky; giving people
more reason to uninhibitedly cheer,
For me though; the blackness metamorphosed every piece of my
creativity into color of the morbid grave—-a blackness which made me
miserably writhe and flounder in the most primary of duties towards
life…
Outside; the shadows grew dismally taller and smaller depending on
shades of the majestic day; as it earnestly gave way to an even more
royally spell-binding and sensuous night,
For me though; the blackness made every joyous bit of existence a
squandering non-existence—a blackness which made me worse than a
new-born infant reaching out to a mother; sibling or hand
everytime—only to find empty space…
Outside; the planet behaved at gay abandon; throwing a spirit of
untamed adventure to the winds; as it dared to take the path
unexplored and experience the mystical vibrations of the unknown,
For me though; the blackness crucified every inscrutable imagery into
ashes of nothingness; a decrepit blackness that had rendered every
tear drop of mine to being merely called ‘saline’….
Outside; undulating waves of the ocean rose more and more euphorically
towards the profoundness of the sky; as ravishing storms and thunder
kissed its emerald water,
For me though; the blackness diabolically cursed with the most
intolerable of stench—a blackness which was a wall worse than jail;
painstakingly dissolving me into a hell of dreaded hatred….
Outside; people leapt out of bed at the most evanescent crackle of
dawn; full of undaunted ebullience to start afresh and with pride in
their souls; leaving the chapters of erroneously faltering past well
behind,
For me though; the blackness sinfully rendered every instant of life
howsoever past; present or future as just the same; a blackness which
made me stagnate into wretched gloom as I haplessly groped to find the
edge of my bed….
Outside; boundless civilizations of all living kind relished intricate
varieties of food; huddled together to form their own inimitable
chains for hearty ‘Breakfast’; succulent ‘Lunch’ and sumptuous
‘Dinner’,
For me though; the blackness discarded me like a chunk of orphaned
feces in busiest of streets; a blackness which at times made my
trembling hands feed my ears; eyes and forehead; if they were the
slightest occupied in finding a place for me to sit…
Outside; the globe changed everyday by the power of unduplicated
imagination; as a united mass of living beings dared to envision;
empower and enlighten with their mysticism extraordinaire,
For me though; the blackness hissed the ugliness of despairing
extinction; a blackness that made me perceive every space on this
planet as a miserably Lost World…
Outside; there eternally continued the chapters of effulgent life and
inevitable death; till the time God commanded this earth to
symbiotically exist,
For me though; the blackness heinously tightened its grip around my
neck; a blackness which made me feel as if traversing alive like a
meaningless corpse and being lambasted by the mortuaries of death….
No No. Before you start presuming me to be the worst kind of jinxed
human existing. Let me tell you that I wasn’t any of the sort.
As the truth was far more unbearably unfortunate. That I was Blind.
(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
