Clinging Tightly to the Body of My Mother





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Published on Apr 22, 2013

Clinging Tightly to the Body of My Mother
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by Nikhil Parekh. All rights reserved.

Music: Land of the Mystic by AshleyAlyse

Video edited by Chuck Kluesner

I wanted to have breakfast on the Himalayas; profoundly admiring and captivated by the brilliant morning light,

I wanted to perform yogic exercise; sit with my legs crossed in blissful meditation on the 100th floor of the colossal building,

I wanted to breathe whirlwinds of exotic air; wholesomely engulfed by twinkling stars of the sky and the enigma of the night,

I wanted to dance exuberantly under the scintillating moon; swaying my body rhythmically with the mystical tunes of air,

I wanted to masticate succulent chunks of raspberry; in an ambience of dense shrub and enchanting wilderness of the mountain,

I wanted to drink gallons of reinvigorating water; standing at the base of the virgin chain of corrugated rocks,

I wanted to witness my reflection in the mesmerizing eyes of the angel; drown profusely and forever into the ocean of empathy she radiated,

I wanted to laugh standing in the midst of the steep gorge; hearing each giggle reverberate boundless number of times before striking me back in the ear,

I wanted to perspire lazing on the grass; with the majestic rays of the Sun fomenting globules of golden sweat to trickle down my skin,

I wanted to write while seated royally on the cocoon of pearly clouds; metamorphosing each fantasy of mine into a perpetual reality,

I wanted to run along with the battalion of Kangaroos; picking up spurts of speed and expending every iota of power lingering in my leg,

I wanted to give orders sitting on the Princely cushion; seeing to it that the entire nation was prudently synchronized and listened to even the most minuscule of my commands,

I wanted to play incessantly with the dolphins; fondle their ravishing snouts to feel entrenched with waves of unprecedented excitement,

I wanted to sketch and paint seated on the deck of the ship; stroking the barren sheet of canvas with resplendent shades of enamoring color,

I wanted to violently fight in the heart of the pugnacious battlefield; brandishing a shimmering sword in my palms; and an overwhelming ardor to conquer sunk deep into my blood,

I wanted to bathe in a tank of pure honey; allowing it to trickle tantalizingly through each pore of my skin,

I wanted to dig a tunnel prolifically embedded with pearls; savor the opulence and glow that emanated as my pickaxe burrowed a way of its own,

I wanted to pray diligently to the creator; in a century old temple hidden handsomely within the murky camouflage of the dispersed coconut trees,

I wanted to love for fathomless times in the lap of my beloved; intermingling each breath of hers; each heart beat of hers that arose; completely with mine,

And in the end I wanted to sleep; rest in blissful silence far away and oblivious to the tensions of this world; escaping all death and pain; escaping all evil and satanically dark; breathing deeply and feeling invincibly secure; clinging tightly to the body of my mother...


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