The First Thing That Flooded My Mind Poem by Nikhil Parekh

When they said fruits; the first thing that flooded my mind was the succulent clusters of scarlet apple suspended in harmony from the tree,

When they said salt; the first thing that flooded my mind was the colossal expanse of sea leaping magnificently and without restraint towards the sky,

When they said animal; the first thing that flooded my mind was the majestic and dense furred lion; sprinting towards me at electric pace with fire in its eyes,

When they said light; the first thing that flooded my mind was the belligerent fireball of Sun; blazing a stream of unprecedented beauty; through every deserted spot on this earth,

When they said sedation; the first thing that flooded my mind was the spell binding light of the moon; the conglomerate of its pearly rays enchanting my every night,

When they said melody; the first thing that flooded my mind was the voluptuous nightingale; tingling the most dreariest of my senses with reinvigorating sound,

When they said dust; the first thing that flooded my mind was the undulating terrain of the desert; the disdainful hillocks of sand terribly scorched and crying for water,

When they said dream; the first thing that flooded my mind were the ravishing clouds of heaven; infinite number of fairies dancing in the aisles of unfathomable desire and romance,

When they said ice; the first thing that flooded my mind was the frozen slopes of the Himalayas; the sheet of snowy white which delectably enveloped the ensemble of fir trees,

When they said laughter; the first thing that flooded my mind; was the rustic clown viciously stretching the contours of his face; until people in the audience had
tears rolling down their eyes,

When they said color; the first thing that flooded my mind was the superbly resplendent rainbow; casting a mystical spell on this earth with its rhapsodic glow
and shine,

When they said office; the first thing that flooded my mind; was a bunch of monotonous morons; with their noses obnoxiously buried beneath bulky sheaf of paper,

When they said poison; the first thing that flooded my mind; was the hideous looking serpent; snaring its fangs wickedly at the innocent child,

When they said speed; the first thing that flooded my mind; was the pouch bellied kangaroo; galloping at lightening pace; cutting across the whiplash of wind and entangled forest with two steps at a time,

When they said ugliness; the first thing that flooded my mind; was the gruesomely distorted face of the lanky eunuch; sending shivers down the spine of the infant newly born,

When they said beauty; the first thing that flooded my mind was the crown princess; with her eyelashes appearing as if soaked in rich nectar; and the fragrance emanating from her tantalizing form pacifying all my apprehensions,

When they said jewel; the first thing that flooded my mind was the virgin pearl; incarcerated securely in the heart of the oyster,

When they said muscle; the first thing that flooded my mind was the tanned wrestler; tenaciously rubbing oil on his legs and palms,

When they said power; the first thing that flooded my mind was the omnipotent creator; able to create and destroy at stupendous will,

When they said upbringing; the first thing that flooded my mind was my mother; who had nourished me to become what I was today; with the blood and milk in her body,

And when they said love; the first thing that flooded my mind was my beloved; her incredible entity taking complete control of my senses and my soul.