Nikhil Parekh
I am in love

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…

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