When I bathed my body in pure crimson blood; the world
outside seemed to be horrendously appalling and
ghastly as I stepped out,
When I bathed my body in an
ocean of squelched garbage; the world outside seemed
to be rotten fish; with all entities wandering in
vicinity seeming as if unwashed since marathon years,
When I bathed my body in scintillating white and
sacrosanct cow milk; the world outside seemed to be an
evanescent fog; with each object striking my eye as a
hazy and distorted mirage,
When I bathed my body in stupendously redolent lotus
juice; the world outside seemed to be extravagantly
fragrant; without the slightest trace of dirt and
promiscuous stain,
When I bathed my body in a river of foaming saliva;
the world outside seemed to be as slippery as the eel;
the gargantuan roads appeared to be coated with tons
of oil; with every single individual falling head on
the ground; after unwittingly loosing his heavy grip,
When I bathed my body in a pond of talcum powder; the
world outside seemed to resemble a clown; and I held
the sides of my stomach incorrigibly tight; as I was a
trifle afraid that they would explode out laughing,
When I bathed my body in a pool of blistering
sunlight; the world outside seemed to be burning and
scalding hot; with my fingers circumspect of touching
any object in fear of being gruesomely charred,
When I
bathed my body in a stream of white electricity; the
world outside seemed to emit pugnacious sparks; and I
dared not put my foot on the earth in danger of
getting wholesomely electrocuted,
When I bathed my body in a puddle of vivacious
scorpion juice; the world outside seemed to be as
ominous as the hideous reptile; with each person
appearing to ooze lethal venom from his mouth; instead
of eloquent and enchanting speech,
When I bathed my body in a film of pungent tears; the
world outside seemed to be effusively crying; every
man and woman appeared to be sad; and edging towards
the brink of extinction,
When I bathed my body in pulverized cactus pulp; the
world outside seemed to be irritable and irascible;
with people scratching their scalps every second in
utter exasperation,
When I bathed my body in glittering liquid of pure
gold; the world outside seemed exorbitantly rich and
marvelous; with every person inundated with fancy
chequebooks and chains of shimmering pearls,
When I
bathed my body in crushed garlic; the world outside
seemed like the decaying fish; wafting an odor that
fomented me to puke out all that was trapped inside my
stomach,
When I bathed my body in the floating clouds; the
world outside seemed to be insurmountably windy; with
man flying a few feet above the ground flapping his
fleshy wings,
When I bathed my body in a fulminating tub of acid;
the world outside seemed to be like a sizzling pancake
simmering boisterously to erupt in hostile fumes,
When I bathed my body in silvery sands; the world
outside seemed to be gradually slipping; with every
visible glass and body completely engulfed with
monotonous dust,
When I bathed my body in finely pulverized bone
powder; the world outside seemed to be an obsolete
dead corpse; with ghoulish images of ghosts wandering
on the streets instead of robust individuals,
When I bathed my body in a conglomerate of satiny
hair; the world outside seemed to be a mesmerizing
planet; on which fairies floated and basked in the
aisles of unprecedented romance,
When I bathed my body in a pool of pure shit; the
world outside seemed to be a stinking dustbin; with
every individual vomiting out every second instead of
blissfully inhaling air and living,
When I bathed my body in silvery moonlight; the world
outside seemed to be an enchanting paradise; with a
fleet of tantalizing fairies eating, sipping and
sleeping milk,
When I bathed my body in firewood ash; the world
outside seemed to be brutally burnt; with every object
in vicinity appearing as if charred to wholesomely
black soot,
When I bathed my body in pungent acrylic paint; the
world outside seemed to be freshly whitewashed;
everything seemed to be newly constructed; with
people's faces sparkling even after wee hours of
chilly midnight,
When I bathed my body in a lake of molten wax; the
world outside seemed to be melting at electric speeds;
blatantly prominent outlines of the city seemed to be
fading rapidly into thin wisps of oblivion,
When I bathed my body in enigmatically slithering
snake skin; the world outside seemed to be hideously
snaring; with pedestrians seeming to viciously bite
each time they opened their mouths to speak,
When I bathed my body in a finely squelched pulp of
green grass; the world outside seemed to be
passionately raw; with humans inevitably tickling
themselves in a state of restless frenzy,
When I bathed my body in strands of morbid spider web;
the world outside seemed to be an eerie playground;
with humans having unpleasantly ghoulish designs
engulfing their face,
When I bathed my body in superlatively piquant tomato
curry; the world outside seemed to be a delicious
pizza taken out right from the sizzling oven; with all
tangible and intangible sprawled around appearing to
be completely red; appearing as if uninhibitedly
blushing unstoppably all the time,
When I bathed my body in a rivulet of vitamin tonic;
the world outside seemed to be a pathetic hospital;
with people holding their faces in inexplicable
despair; orphans wandering on the roads with
antiseptic bandages wound to their throats,
When I bathed my body in a bucket replete with foamy
soap; the world outside seemed to be a profuse blanket
of frothy spray; with denizens walking on an island of
spongy bubbles; bursting them pompously with their
fingers to clear their way,
When I bathed my body in whirlpools of pulsating rock
music; the world outside seemed to be a sleazily
blaring discotheque; with countless clusters of
youngsters gyrating their bodies to unsynchronized
beats of vibrant sound,
When I bathed my body in a shower of raunchy salt; the
world outside seemed to be overwhelmingly tantalizing;
with even the incomprehensibly old seeming to bounce
euphorically with new found rigors of life,
When I bathed my body in plumes of black vehicle
smoke; the world outside seemed to be an obfuscated
blur; with visibility cutting down to almost an
absolute zero and dynamic individuals hopelessly
tripping their footing even before they decided to
walk,
And eventually when I bathed my body in a
compassionate waterfall of her moist breath; the world
outside seemed to have vanished in entirety; didn’t
appear at all no matter how hard I strained my eyes;
for all I could feel; imagine; and appreciate was her
mesmerizing eyes and lips; the invincible seed of
romance; now palpitating turbulently in her heart as I
touched her…
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
