I Am In Love
by Nikhil Parekh
What was this O! Lord;
That my lips refrained to speak;
Sung mystical tunes instead while walking on the streets?
What was this O! Lord;
That my fingers incorrigibly refused to write;
Drawing incoherent shapes in the mud instead?
What was this O! Lord;
That my eyes stared wildly in open space;
Instead of shutting down under the blistering sun?
What was this O! Lord;
That I forgot to have my afternoon meals;
When normally I was the first one to finish food in our family?
What was this O! Lord;
That I dreamt even while signing checks;
Entering in mind boggling amounts;
That eventually left me bankrupt?
What was this O! Lord;
That I erupted out in fantasies of my childhood;
When infact I was supposed to give a lecture on Business Economics?
What was this O! Lord;
That I crashed head on with the waiter carrying a tray full of pastry;
When infact I had already sighted him from miles apart?
What was this O! Lord;
That I presumed it to be brilliant afternoon;
When actually it was just a little before midnight?
What was this O! Lord;
That I barged my car right into the hotel coffee shop;
Instead of parking it outside and walking down the distance?
What was this O! Lord;
That I cut my hands severely while chopping vegetables;
When infact there was superb synchronization between the knife and my little finger?
What was this O! Lord;
That I gasped for breath like a dead man;
When infact I had just arisen from bed after infinite hours of blissful sleep?
What was this O! Lord;
That a sheepish grin encompassed the contours of my face all day;
When usually I was extremely stringent in my behavior?
What was this O! Lord;
That I reached the ghastly graveyard;
When infact I was headed for attending prayers in church?
What was this O! Lord;
That I embraced an old woman on the verge of relinquishing breath;
Cognizing her to be the girl of my dreams?
What was this O! Lord;
That the blood in my veins ran at electric speeds;
Inspite of my medical practitioner ruling out any chance of blood pressure?
And what was this O! Lord;
That my heart palpitated at a million beats per minute;
Although she resided continent's apart?
You know what;
Your guess is as good as mine;
And there was simply no rhyme or reason to defy it;
For I think that the inevitable has happened;
I was struck by the same fever as millions of my kind are struck every day;
O! Yes I think I am in love…
(C)Copyright--2003, by Nikhil Parekh. All rights reserved.
Submitted: September 4th, 2003
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