Life = Death - Volume 7 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

36. JUST A PAIR OF BONES

Beneath my shirt; the gaudy clothes that engulfed my body,

Beneath the infinite mass of hair; that sprouted from my scalp and skin, Beneath the exorbitantly costly rings; scintillating majestically from my finger,

Beneath the golden sweat that oozed profusely down my nape; cooling my agitated senses,

Beneath the aroma of musk perfume; diffusing from my armpits,

Beneath the mesmerizing black mascara; painted intricately on my eyelashes,

Beneath the Spanish watch; luminating royally from my wrist,

Beneath the snake leather footwear; fitted to designer perfection on my toes,

Beneath all the delectable food dumped in my stomach; sleeping blissfully inside,

Beneath the voluptuous lipstick; embossed glossily on my lips,

Beneath the mystical lines of my palm; portraying me to the world as a king, I was just a pair of bones. 

Beneath swanky cars; which I drove at rocketing velocities through the streets,

Beneath all the wine that I had consumed; which was extracted from the tangiest of herbs,

Beneath dungeons of wealth; which I had stashed upto the brim with glittering gold,

Beneath all the fantasies revolving pompously in my brain; engendering the entire world to spin on my fingertips,

Beneath the feather coated couch on which I slept; gleefully tossing my mountain of jewels,

Beneath all the Business clients who saluted me; opening their mouth in open mouthed admiration,

Beneath the billion kilometers of land I possessed; on which philandered women of my very own choice,

Beneath all the intricate figurines and scents lined on my mantelpiece; the boundless leopard skins suspended from walls of my palace,

Beneath all the princely languages; that flowed out at ease from my tongue,

Beneath several tales of love and enchantment; that I had executed out with my beloved, Beneath all the pretensions I had of presuming myself to be some sort of God; although without the ability of even knowing what would happen a few seconds after,

I was simply a light weight skeleton; just a pair of bones.