Hide and Seek
By
Nikhil Parekh
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About the Author
Nikhil Parekh from Ahmedabad, India- is a Love Poet and
World Record Holder for Poetry with the Limca Book of
Records India (Only 2nd in Official World Rankings to the
Guinness Book of World Records) . His complete poems,
poetry books, awards and works can be browsed online at:
www.nikhilparekh.org or www.nikhilparekh.com
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About the Poetry Book
Parekh's earliest collection of verse. Written in
unparallelled fervor, this collection is a delectable blend of
topics from 'love' to 'death', probing into countless
infinitesimal aspects of existence which make a significant
impact to it. The beauty of this compendium lies in its
magical brevity at places and in the most mundane things
of life around us brought to the fore like a magicians wand,
in brilliant poetic flair by Parekh. Contains poems on topics
impossible for one to envisage that a poem could be
written about such an inconspicuous little thing--but
Parekh evolves bountiful rhyme from the word go and
coalesces vivacious color in the little tid-bits of the chapter
called life to optimum effect. A must read for all those who
find color, charm and significance in even the smallest
things of life and are enthused by even the most mercurial
bit of stray paper loitering around. A poetic tribute to the
ordinary, projecting its colorful extraordinary bit to the
planet with raw panache.
This book tingles every living being's imagination to
fantasize beyond the ordinary. Look at all those
meaningful tid-bits around us which have a complete book
written in each one of them. All those joyous and
unfortunate anecdotes around us which make us blossom
into the true spirit of existence; into the amazing
celebration of omnipotent life.
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The Poems
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WHEN I THOUGHT
When i thought about filth and dirt,
unethical images of floating sewage blended with
faeces capsized my mental
imagery.
when i thought about transparently luring crystal
water,
panoramic visions of undulating mountains besieged me
in entirety.
when i thought about finely crushed chowder of piquant
salt,
rambunctious memories of the sea flooded
desolate regions of my soul.
when i thought about tenaciously blowing coats of
wind,
lascivious mass of dense tree foliage revolved subtly
through my mind.
when i thought about bountiful springs of frosty milk,
sacrosanct images of the twin horned cow submerged me
with glee.
when i thought about swaying my body in animated
jubilation,
extravagant pictures of the country barn discotheque
gleamed large in my
eyes.
when i thought about prolific waves of acerbic heat,
charismatic demeanor of the sun god shot loud and
clear all throughout cells
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of my brain.
when i thought about praying to the almighty,
omniscient portraits of Christ nailed to bare wood
proliferated in my memory.
when i thought about the destitute succumbing to pangs
of starvation,
shriveled silhouettes of skinny children
instantaneously crept up my scalp.
when i thought about exorbitant luxury with king sized
dishes of food,
frivolous images of silken gold took strangle hold of
my impeccable heart.
and when i thought about perennial threads of sacred
matrimony,
effeminate outlines of the girl i loved delectably
settled in topmost
compartments of my mind.
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100 HOLES
If there were a 100 holes in the dry ground,
small rivulets of water would get accumulated after
seasonal spells of
monsoon,
a blend of mice, rabbit, and ant would continue to live
in passionate harmony.
If there existed a 100 holes in the ornately
sculptured tea kettle,
Sizzling droplets of brown liquid would ooze as if
from a lawn sprinkler,
Scalding all in vicinity with boiling showers of
freshly made tea.
If there were a 100 holes in well spun office shirt,
There would probably be no need for fans and large
coolers,
Natural draughts of air would pierce sweat laden zones
of chest,
Thereby compensating the need for artificial
contrivances.
If there were a 100 holes in the base of my leather
shoe,
Fresh waves of wind would ventilate through my feet,
Hence filtering tension clogged veins inhabiting the
body.
If there were a 100 holes in luxury liner floating on
ocean water,
Saline liquid from the sea would painstakingly
penetrate,
Ergonomically plush interiors of ship would be flooded
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with water,
The ship made of the strongest wood fibre would sink
to the bottom of the
ocean.
If there were a 100 holes in the juicy fruit of
african apple,
A cluster of worm would nibble its core,
Rendering it as a commodity to be used as a
duplication for stone.
If there appeared a 100 holes in the flaming silhoutte
of sun,
The light dispersing on earth would be complete with
gloom and haze,
Prompting the young to walk with sticks in their hands
groping blindly for
direction.
If there were a 100 holes in my heart,
I would drill it with many more still deeper,
Filling them all with reflections of whom I loved,
Keeping them full upto the brim for the remaining
quota of years,
I am destined to tread on the soil of earth.
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AUTOBIOGRAPHY
i occur in spots of irregular proportions,
i might be black, brown or blue,
i hold great significance in tuning a human being,
i am present right since the first cry of life,
i am indeed a BIRTHMARK.
{1}......
i have undulating rash waves,
i rise and fall with respect to placement of moon,
i am peculiarly salty in taste,
i am a boarding house for fern and fish,
i constitute more than 70 percent of earths surface,
i am the deep blue ocean smashing on rocks.
{2}
i have brown precipices,
i have loose soil cascading down,
i stand like a fortress amidst a cocoon of clouds,
i am a warehouse of museums of minerals,
i don’t like people blasting me with explosive,
i am a chain of mammoth shining rock.
{3}
i have multicolored yellow wings,
i posses stripes of scarlet red,
i feed on minuscule ants and grub,
i perch on dark corners of the room,
i love to fly all sunlit day,
i christen myself the butterfly.
{4}
i emit poisonous smoke,
i know i look like rotten egg,
i cause several diseases and pain,
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i lie at the rear of a motorized vehicle,
i want to commit suicide,
i am none other than a circular exhaust pipe.
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BAR MAGNET
I took a mammoth slab of bar magnet in my hands,
camouflaged within interiors of colored plastic.
traversing through plush lanes of the city,
sandwiched between hordes of building and shopping
malls,
thoroughly illuminated in silver light of the moon,
i walked at euphoric pace clad in thin summer
clothing,
with the monstrous iron magnet tightly strangled in my
palm.
the events that unfolded were a feast to the eye,
slender pins of needle hurtled towards me,
worn out pieces of rusty metal got firmly riveted,
sign boards of metal got uprooted from their concrete
base,
reinforced doors of safe deposit vault tore free from
barricade of lock,
gates of wrought iron sung open granting me royal
access to the castle,
portable canisters of food landed on my lap breaking
the display glass in
frenzy,
tall poles of gaudy sodium light developed angular
curvatures,
rustic candelabrum danced violently on
the mantelpiece,
all metal in proximity swayed infectiously,
I then tried to capture the heart of a young maiden,
Loitered around her for humid hours of the day,
Slept a few feet away through the equally breezy
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night,
Alas! The gizmo had eluded me this time,
It was blended with the prowess to attract the
mightiest on earth,
Although the reigning moment it had miserably flunked,
It hadn't succeeded in capturing her tender heart,
Shattering her arrogance like a pack of playing cards,
Drawing her close within millimeters of my vicinity,
The GIGANTIC BAR MAGNET had failed to strike when it
mattered the most,
imprison forever the love I always desired.
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AGONY IN BATHROOM
The newspaper was soiled with moisture and dirt,
long strands of my hair lay thoroughly dismantled,
perfumed cloth of shirt was soaked in pools of sweat,
the nylon vest clung tightly to my broad chest frame,
beads of water trickled down bushy eyebrows,
smudges of condensed vapour adhered to the crystal
mirror,
i could see an army of red ant transporting grain,
twin cuckoo birds flying with small pieces of twig and
broken straw,
large tablets of carbolic, disinfectant, colored shampoo
liquid camouflaged me
from the world,
a solid teak door concealed me from embarrassing gaze,
stingy draughts of air blew from the partially open
vent,
hordes of mosquito stung ripe areas of my flesh,
lazy flies buzzed incessantly in the hollow ambience
of my eardrum,
my body perspired like torrential rain pelting down,
crisp noises of newspaper shuffling emanated as i
read.
there was a shining chain suspended from the roof,
tickling sensitive areas of my nostril,
the minute i anticipated had finally arrived,
the painstaking agony was now on the verge of
conclusion,
it was now conducive to flush away the accumulated
debris,
consisting of foul Chinese matter which i had consumed
the previous night,
i pulled the chain with all my existing might,
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gushing rivulets of water flushed the dirt,
infinite bowels in my intestine were now rendered
clean,
as i emitted a sigh of relief, a hearty thanks to the
creator,
stripped of natural reserves of energy,
I stepped out of the disdainful interiors of my
bathroom.
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MY MIND
In the darkness that surrounds me,
a light wavers above my head,
maneuvering my thoughts to moonlight,
with a blurred destiny to handle,
through finely stitched fields of a happy pepped up
mind.
that light gives me guided hope,
in the black starry night,
reinvigorating my belief in mystic faith,
winding entangled keys of my mind.
the cool air hits my eyes,
tracing salty liquid of complexity,
knocking the healthy blue tinge away,
in that varied shocking manner,
from top compartments of my mind.
those punching thoughts press my mind,
leading me to the abysmal world below,
in an atmosphere of heavily laden gloom,
as i discover my concious breath at last.
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ALL HUNGER QUENCHED BY RAIN
Meteors shot from crystal clear sky mass,
leaped down the galaxy at the onset of twilight,
diffusing finally into fluorescent molecules of shiny
light.
parrot green buds ripened on live branches of oak
tree,
bushy squirrel flesh kissed umpteenth spots in the
hollow trunk,
the living pores of hard wood cried,
when scientists passed spasmodic currents of
electricity.
the cows bathed in a cascade of chilly ice-cream,
waded their path through paths of thick curry,
leaving trails of footprints triangular in pattern,
coating their white skin with blotches of clay mud.
the sparrows chirped enchanting rhymes in unison,
hoisted fine threads of bamboo sticks to their place
of dwelling,
constructing warm network of crisscrossed twigs,
laid round white pearls of egg with nourishing yolk.
there was thunder accompanied with streaks of
lightning,
the shooting stars had fallen hours ago,
soft balls of clouds clashed mercilessly,
parched cracks of earth eventually separated,
to devour hungrily torrential sheets of pelting rain.
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THREE YEARS
She was all that i ever desired,
her body was engulfed with waves of enchantment,
slender fingers smelt of heavenly nectar,
fleshy earlobes were adorned with beads of gold,
luscious lips murmured fairy tales of uncurbed desire,
angular neck swung instantly to my soft reflection,
daintily carved feet tread on a mountain of thorns,
olive skinned palms spread eagled for everlasting
embrace,
silky strands of hair cascaded down her shoulder,
crystal white armory of teeth produced magical
smiles,
she was a goddess drenching me with rain showers of
eternal love.
{1}
sunlit days sped into gruesome chilly nights,
clock seconds ticked at amazing speeds,
the tyranny of time had taken its toll,
corrupted human mass had rendered me peniless,
there was no scope for employment at distant quarters
of society,
strong rooms of currency were sealed with iron bars of
denial,
brutal strokes of destiny levered my head down in
shame,
i knew she was the queen of my heart,
bound we were going to be in threads of holy
matrimony,
empty containers of food grain echoing like dead
skeletons,
a labyrinth of sockets in my purse devoid of
life bestowing note,
and a dreadful images of newborn offspring’s dying of
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starvation,
slaughtered my ideas of blissful romance,
crippled me in person with spearheads of
pragmatic reality,
there was no point in acquainting her with the
distraught scenario,
neither did I intend to expose her to harsh
territories of life,
prompting me to consume a liter of rat poison,
the venom painstakingly ending "THREE YEARS OF OUR
INTENSE LOVE"
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A PALACE IN STILL WATER
This vast expanse of blue tepid water,
the yellow sun evading the skies,
the beauty all so glamorous,
the shimmering spires of the town.
green pastures ,chirping birds,
colored sands at their perennial best,
puts beautiful palace at incisive test.
stalwarts built it firm and strong,
entrepreneurs decorated it with bronze.
water cascading at umpteenth places,
makes it the darling of all races.
garlanded with human emotions,
looks like a fire ablaze at night,
a real treat to the human eye,
with tawny fishes saying goodbye.
the colorful bonanza of gaudy lights,
the orchestra singing to a perfect rhyme,
the ornamental clock tower gives a midnight chime,
blissful silence descends all over,
as i succumb to the delight of invincible sleep.
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WHEN I LOST MY LOVE
I drowned myself in large beer cans of alcohol,
lay the whole night on desolate sands of the beach,
traversed bare feet through scorching territories of
stone ground,
sang nostalgic rhymes while kissing the winter breeze,
grew strands of unruly beard on the immaculate skin of
my face,
stared unrelentingly all night at the cameo of
twinkling stars,
consumed food abstemiously with occasional sips of
soiled water,
erupted with volatile outbursts of anger at the
slightest of provocation,
walked at languid pace with the acerbic sun filtering
through my eyes,
wore pure suits of torn jute blended with cheap pieces
of leather,
lambasted myself with incessant strokes of the
whiplash at dawn,
distributed all my affluence to the needy and
impoverished,
disposed my smoke grey sedan in fathomless waters of
the ocean,
burnt all novels which contained even minuscule traces
of romance,
refrained to cast frivolous glances the charismatic
passing by,
sequestered myself from pragmatic realities of life,
spending life like a relic in a dilapidated barn,
ploughing the earth with my pickaxe shovel;the only
means of survival,
i had obscure memories of my last laughter,
the last time i had bounced radiantly;blooming with
life,
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at the present moment though i sobbed all day and
sinister night,
i no longer possessed the power to win back my love,
to shrug of the obliterations and make her forever
mine.
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PERFECT SCENERY-CLOUDS END
Here as i sit with network of green to surround,
the Falcon soaring high in the blue sky,
a blanket of dew drops on the fresh green leaves,
shining a perpetual golden brown.
the silence and tranquility of the blissful air,
blueberry flowers on steep slopes of valley,
causing mystical ravines of my heart to flood with
beauty and sizzling
excitement,
the magic touch of heavenly green spreads all over,
there follows a heavy downpour of tropical rain,
macro droplets of water cascade everywhere,
with the grass blades crying out in anticipation to
swallow the rain drops,
clear and transparent, quenching their thirst for
divine blessings,
leaving them submerged in a river of celestial love.
tall pine trees had their drooping branches covered
with white snow,
shielded the valley in heat with their shade and
warmth,
enriching every inch of soil with their overgrown
root,
as golden rays of the sun shine on their leaves,
displaying vivid contrasts of velvety green and satin
yellow,
obscuring my eyes with film of salty tears,
enjoying this lovely rapturous sight,
fulfilling desires lurking in my soul with vibrant
echoes of ravishing
nature.
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THE FLAMING SUN
Red rays of sunlight peep through my window,
focusing a path of mystic beauty,
shimmering into a pool of darkness,
falling directly in my wide open eyes,
tracing a look of abstract fear,
absorbing flimsy shells of courage,
deserting me in a state of speechless exuberance.
the flaming sun i see,
resembles the door of a fresh heart,
throbbing with a mild intensity,
red and gracious in color,
filtering burdened pores of intricate mind,
for a renewal of liveliness,
and powerful glints of hope astride.
the blazing sun behind me,
pats my back and says,
i want to come down, sit beside you my friend,
to enjoy this world from close quarters,
and lo! behold he is racing down,
his size has shrunken to a podded pea,
the world has turned upon him like a bee,
for if he comes down on earth,
who will give them courage and antiseptic light,
they would be left solitary on ground,
with dampness of humanity to surround.
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BATH
When i took a bath in red acrylic paint,
my body resembled the sun fading in murky horizons of
dusk.
when i drenched myself with coal tar liquid,
snow white patches of my skin transited to ghastly
black.
when i sprinkled buckets of rotten vegetable juice in
plenty,
i smelt like i had last bathed in innocent childhood.
when i rolled wildly in mud lying in fresh pools of
rain,
multiple pores of my body went berserk in heated
euphoria.
when i poured large cans of honey extracted from
bee-hive,
my body became a breeding place for red ant and worm.
when i swam in white icy waters of the mountain
stream,
i shivered incessantly with a plethora of goose-bumps
instantly formed.
When I submerged myself in a tank of steaming acid,
soft layers of flesh got denuded of silky hair.
when I engulfed myself in churned green chili juice,
i felt live currents of electricity circulating
through my blood.
when I sprayed petrol with high pressured hose,
entangled mass of my intestine vomited settled food
granules.
And finally when I stood beneath a shower oozing gold
coin,
I felt this bath should go on for decades immemorial.
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LIFE AFTER DEATH
My eyes open with tremendous velocity,
my lips mumble the essence of life,
my teeth grit, like a formidable fortress,
my body probes with upsurgent fervor,
as i am exuberant beyond capacity.
{1}
the pain subsides to nothingness,
a memorandum of life time cherishment,
as the unprecedented force of destiny,
the curtain spread of wilderness,
strikes a deal with the traumatic cadence of survival,
mesmerized by the amazing body machinery,
dictating a "sizzling new chapter of existence"
{2}
ah! many a lesson learnt,
fiddling with natural mechanisms,
leads to the horrendous path of treacherous agony,
evaporating every ounce of enthusiasm,
drowning 'me' into dark cataclysmic waters.
{3}
the drainpipe of creativity,
finally succumbing to human fallacy,
trying to breathe through minute pores of legitimate
versatility,
devastated every minute by the inevitable lechery of
self productivity,
with an abysmal desire to challenge almighty,
leading to convulsive repetitions of suicidal
simplicity,
finally assassinating the eccentric chapter,
of sinful imagination,
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dismantling the torrid structure of rigid thought
flow,
from its very non existent roots,
accentuating 'harmony with nature'
as the ' peak of reality'
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A HOMICIDAL BEGGAR
A casual glimpse at the beggars face,
can reveal altogether a new case.
its filled with substantial beauties and charm,
the joy hidden in occasionally occurring sleepy trance.
the bone jarring thoughts of his simplistic mind,
involve no trickery plots like the educated kind.
his hands so shabby look black and soggy,
they cant get the ingredients of an ivory flask.
homicidal tendencies crept in his mind,
he held gleaming knives in his hand,
ripped through bulging pockets of passing bystanders,
laughed like a harmless devil sipping icy mouthfuls
of left over food.
his eyes have an uncanny touch of blue,
they don’t envisage great ideas of creation,
instead give realistic clues of hunger at its very
best.
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BLAME IT
The rain goes on; blame it on the weatherman,
The mud appears dreadfully scorched; blame it on
paucity of water,
The cigarette causes hostile cancer; blame it on
fillings of noxious tobacco,
The automobile plummets down the valley; blame it on
failure of intricate
brake,
The glistening marble looks untidy; blame it on
blemishes of dark chocolate,
The luxury liner sinks in the ocean; blame it on
gaping holes in its persona,
The man trips over and bruises his nose; blame it on
the loose splinters of
stone,
The contemporary computer closes abruptly; blame it on
a plethora of nefarious
virus,
The plush cable car hurtles down the mountain; blame
it on the frigid wire,
The deadly poison strangulates breath; blame it on the
venomous adder,
The demeanor of white paper transits of disdainful
yellow; blame it on the
process of perpetual decay,
The knotted hand pains while hoisting loads; blame it
on a network of
fracture,
The outlines of objects seems to be fading; blame it
on diminishing vision,
Immaculate chunks of rosewood develop an army of
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indentation; blame it on the
belligerent termite,
The fledglings didn’t hatch from the shell; blame it
on inadequate proportion
of heat,
The body was grotesquely distorted since birth; blame
it on the chromosomes,
Infinite fibers of hair were sprawled with dandruff;
blame it on the lack of
oil,
The lights on the street flickered violently; blame it
on weak current,
The eyes inevitably felt dreary with intoxication;
blame it on the honey
golden alcohol,
The soul trembled for mercy; blame it on the sins of
past life;
And the heart stopped throbbing;relinquishing to beat;
blame it on the
compassionate love lost.
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BLANKETS
When i slept on a razor sharp blanket of thorns,
tiny buds of needle pierced ashen white regions of my
flesh,
painstakingly penetrating pliable arenas of supple
skin,
prompting my rudimentary blood to ooze,
keeping me awake all throughout long hours of the
autumn night.
As I camouflaged my body with a blanket of flower
petal,
A mesmerizing fragrance enveloped sultry cocoons of
atmosphere,
The aroma settling placidly under cloud covers of
dusk,
truckloads of worries evaporated from top compartments
of my mind,
And I felt invincibly drowned in bountiful scent of
nature.
When I squirmed violently on a blanket of steaming
slippery sand,
Minuscule shards of glass and dirt blended with
profusely dripping sweat,
There was a feeling of intense abrasion all over my
silhouette,
Accompanied with fiery desires to scratch my skin raw,
I suddenly felt soiled with an ocean of dirt,
Stood under the mountain springs to cleanse every iota
of my blotted persona.
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When I tossed in quiet contentment on a blanket of
authentic cheddar cheese,
There came a battalion of red ant to nibble and gnaw,
King sized mice crept stealthily to devour the feast,
I myself felt suddenly hungry,witnessing the creatures
relish their meal,
Thoroughly inspired I tore at solid chunks of salted
milk,
Swallowing them with profound glee,satisfying my
omnipotent gluttony for
food.
I spent all day perched on blankets of perpetual love,
Sharing the traumatic agony of all in vicinity,
Catering to unsurpassable needs of my beloved,
Gratifying impoverished souls with chivalrous smiles,
I finally arrived at indispensable conclusions of
clinging hard to this
blanket,
For the remaining tenure of years I tread my feet as a
human on this earth.
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WATER
I consumed a meal consisting of crushed chili with
poignant fillings of snake
brown pepper,
immediately felt the urge to gulp a can full of water.
i abruptly got up from the vigils of sleep; to eructate
my inflated bowels,
instantaneously felt the need for gallons of water.
i noticed corrugated blotches of stain sprawling
wildly on my car windshield,
prompting me to spray it clean with refined globules
of water.
i jogged incessantly through undulating landscapes of
the rocky terrain,
felt appeasingly relaxed after sipping crystal water
from the monsoon
springs.
i woke with terrified jolts;envisaging a horrendous
dream,
recieved instant gratification as i drank colossal
pints of flavored water.
i scribbled painstakingly obnoxious pages of the
annual exam papers,
reclined back on my rocking chair drowned in colossal
pools of coconut water.
i tresspassed through arid regions of the sahara
desert,
intermittently wetting my tongue with infinitesimal
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amounts of water.
i percieved utter desolation enveloping my demeanour,
chivalrously swallowed herculean streams of melon
water,
to relinquish the memory of my departed beloved.
i felt epidemic fever circulate through entangled
capillaries of my body,
flooded my belly with marathon oceans of water to
swipe off the deadly
infection.
i felt stinging pangs of acrimonious heat strike me in
the peak of summer,
felt as if floating in paradise;minutes after drinking
farm fresh sugarcane
water.
i knew deep inside; that i could live without food for
days on the trot,
but to remain divested of ground water even for more
than an hour was
disconcertingly impossible.
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BLOOD RED APPLE JUICE
I flung pointed pebbles leaning on the balcony rail,
gnawed incessantly at my soft finger flesh,
poked at entangled knots of hair mixing long
fingernails with scalp zone,
spit loads of saliva on pavements of stale concrete,
kicked violently at loose chunks of sand lying
unattended,
tore every bit of transparent cloth in close
proximity,
trampled on infinite insects that lurked
infuriatingly(irritatingly) across my
way,
devoured solid bones of calcium, crushing them with my
teeth,
peeled crisp wall paint in plenty with incoherent
strokes of footnail,
ripped triangular caps from compressed bottles of soda
drink,
spilled jars containing carbon ink on satiny covers of
the bedroom mattress,
plucked masses of grass blades rolling languidly in
undulating landscape of
the garden,
transformed pencil ends to distorted junk by
repetitive chewing,
added tones of salt to fruit juice before consumption,
pedaled my bicycle till a river of sweat descended
down my neck,
revolved my body in clockwise journeys at electric
beats of music,
trimmed waste hair emanating sparsely from twin
nostrils,
applied scented lotion to the back of palm to
revitalize skin,
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roamed aimlessly through solitary streets at the onset
of midnight.
Weird situations of nil work had made me fidgety,
Obsessions for exorbitant adventure seemed
to be fast fading,
I strolled at fast pace across the periphery of my
fruit orchard,
Clambered up a tall tree bearing blood red apple,
Snatched it deftly from within its house of green
leaf,
Drank sweet juice charged with small pints of
ravishing flavour,
From deep cores within its delicately tender heart.
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BRAKE FAIL
When twin rubber brakes of my amber Mercedes abruptly
failed,
while i traversed at shooting speeds through
meandering curves of the valley,
bulky brake rubber melting in acrimonious rays of the
midday sun,
the car hurtled down vacuum pores of the mountain,
diffusing into infinite splinters, burying itself a few
feet below green
waters.
as i kissed the rear of a horse with fuming ends of
red coal,
the tamed beast erupted loose from domains of decency,
ran berserk through fecund fields of ripened
sugarcane,
tossing me high in the air for a brief discourse with
god,
finally somersaulting down with bones broken beneath
silky recesses of my
skin.
when dirty black carpets of clouds had a brake fail,
macro droplets of rain pelted down with passionate
fury,
the titanic mass of sky wept unrelentingly all day and
placid night,
submerged all existing on land in lakes of fresh
water,
percolating at astounding speeds through innumerable
holes in my house roof.
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when monstrous waves in the ocean had a failure of
brakes,
they overtoppled strong ships sailing in water,
crashing with profound rage against strings of jagged
rocks,
thoroughly flooding barren regions of shore land mud,
devouring with a devilish intent all in proximity and
intimate contact.
when frigid brakes of my heart failed to beat
rhythmically,
there was an intense pounding that followed suit,
outrageous bouts of euphoria replaced subtle ways of
interaction,
i confronted her in person startling her with my
piercing gaze,
mustered the strength to propose the girl i loved
after years of sequestering
myself in oblivion.
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CAKES
As i strolled languidly on smooth cakes of road
tarmac,
stringent pellets of sunshine struck my eyes,
blistering sheets of wind whipped petite regions of my
flesh,
the steaming persona of ground formed a volley of
cracks,
radiating at right angles from my slender soled feet.
when i frivolously wandered on the fluorescent cake of
midnight moon,
ornately draped angels collided with soft cushions of
my hair,
the ambience was overflowing with a sedative calm,
blotches of crime had faded into kingdoms of oblivion,
my conscience reverberated with impeccable nostalgia of
early childhood.
after walking for long hours on cakes of snow,
savage blizzards hitting my cheek like an army of
pistol bullets,
infinite territories of my skin transiting to an
embarrassing crimson red,
the inner periphery of my ear frozen in the deafening
cold,
i willing settled for a cupful of boiling ginger tea.
all i wanted was a cake topped with icy peppermint,
consisting of tons of chocolate curry,
topped up with immaculate dressings of blood red
cherry,
a cake which could quench my insatiable gluttony,
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awaken sweet memories of perpetual love which i had
inadvertently craved for,
put me to sleep with an aura of immortal bliss
encompassing my face,
dreaming about the palpable goodness that ever did
exist.
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THE CANDLE WAX PALACE
I built a palace of pure molten wax,
painting it with gaudy coats of tree root color,
studding the kingly doors with brooches of gold,
providing a plethora of waterfall dribbling down,
the fragile walls built with reinforced slabs of burnt
candle debris.
the blistering waves of sun caused hot juices to flow,
placid reflections of full moon embodied it with loads
of strength,
obnoxious currents of wind punctured depressions in
its wall,
torrential whips of rain rendered it softer in
texture,
prowling mass of mice burrowed tunnels of semicircular
dimension,
handsome eagles laid white eggs on its roof,
a cluster of termite nibbled at foundations way below
the ground,
a battalion of hybrid horse ran across its periphery,
venomous snakes slithered on satiny floors,
sharp nailed leopards clawed incessantly for instant
gratification.
the arduous spells of summer soon arrived,
uncouth light of the sun now replaced the cushion of
suspended moisture,
blazing rays of sun god now engulfed it with buoyant
tenacity,
stringent currents of merciless wind pounded with full
might,
the wax cried all scorching day,
wept infinte tears bereft of traces of respite,
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colossal exteriors of the palace deteriorated at
amazing speeds,
the savage heat of sun had prompted the inevitable,
transforming the palace once flooded with
grandiloquent riches,
reducing it to an ocean of CANDLE WAX strewn on acres
of fertile farm land.
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ALLIGATOR ON THE PROWL IN FULL MOON
Round balls of pearly white gas,
with thin wisps of grey cloud floating haphazardly,
as cool as snow drops of ice at night,
assassinating traces of daytime heat,
with crystal beams of singular fluorescent light,
perched high in the galaxy of stars,
revolving at astronomical speeds across the sun
periphery,
being the only source of placid comfort during pitch
dark ambience of the
night,
the celestial figure of the moon smiled mischievously,
as the hour hand ticked past midnight in city clock
tower.
the lethal alligator waded silently through the
waters,
biting mighty chunks of dead logwood,
flickering its abraded tail at small cocoons of fish,
squirting blood from its eyeball ,
opening its kingly jaw to display an armory of canine
teeth.
there were men ahead pedaling a row boat,
consuming large glasses of ravishing gin tonic,
with strong fishing rods levered skillfully in the
jungle stream,
they joked, sung, swayed their bodies in the arid
air,
little knowing of the deadly monster stealthily
encroaching,
the beast sank a few feet beneath the boat,
gave loud snorts toppled it crushing sewn timber to
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mangled junk,
loud wails besieged the night calm,
the moonlight clearly portrayed torn parts of their
bodies,
white waters smudged with fresh human blood,
the birds screeched loudly in the sky,
as the 20 feet long crocodile relished man flesh,
trapped between the cavities of its elephant teeth.
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CEILING FAN
Regulating incessant draughts of fresh air,
revolving in circular clockwise journeys,
tapered blades riveted to oval bodied bearing,
suspended from a jugglery of plastic wire,
firmly secured to an overhead iron hook,
with flower petal carvings sewn to wing,
evacuating stale air with scent of congestion,
revitalizing individuals, drenched in pools of summer
exhaustion,
driving away hordes of buzzing flies,
eliminating seeds of epidemic by fumigating air,
filtering atmosphere obscured with coats of dust,
an inevitable commodity in scorching summer,
equally essential in sedate chills of approaching
winter,
feeding drained nostrils with pouches of surplus air,
extracting moisture from wet cloth,
prompting sheets of paper to fly haphazardly,
shredding to minuscule pieces large objects in close
proximity,
rotating at whirlwind speed, at mere caress of
switchboard plastic,
dancing to supplied currents of electricity,
is my sea green colored ,room "CEILING FAN"
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CLUSTER OF TEETH
They can chew hard sugarcane,
entangle seeds from fibrous fruits,
snatch fodder for survival,
bite into hard skull of coconut,
gnaw at hard pieces of chicken bone,
hold things about to tumble down,
hang on branches for protection,
dig tunnels of earth if required,
chatter incessantly when struck by cold,
nibble large chunks of chocolate cake,
sip greedily water, champagne, and fruit juice,
gnarl in frustration and intense anger,
tear apart flowing strands of silk,
make crisp noises when struck,
relish tasty food, frosty delights of white cream,
mould wax to idols for sale,
they come in bunches of glittering 16,
with exterior polish of natural enamel,
embedded firmly in skin cavities of hard jaw,
closley stitched with spit and blood,
small sized white buds at birth,
having split personality of being named as,
baby milk and hardened yellow,
making passage for flexible tongue,
facilitating speech and innocent smiles,
a precious gift of the living anatomy,
nominated as imperative for healthy life,
a thorough churner of consumed goods,
brushed thrice a day with fluoride paste,
projecting it as an object of desire,
is all that needs to be mentioned,
about a cluster of teeth.
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COMPOSITIONS
The wall of the edifice was composed of contemporary
brick,
the waters in oceans were composed of gargantuan
pinches of salt,
mighty precipices of the mountain were composed of
diffused rock and mud,
stolid poles of light on the street were composed of
jugglery of iridescent
bulb,
the air borne butterfly in the sky was composed of a
plethora of stripes,
the sand strewn savagely on the road was composed of
acrimonious heat,
the enchanting island of moon was composed of
benevolent warmth,
the hunch backed camel in the desert was composed of
hidden resources of
water,
swaying tree lumber in the breeze; was composed of
bountiful lumber,
ravishing dish of tortilla; was composed of piquant
extracts of chili,
compactly wound time piece was composed of needle and
accuracy,
the leather bound dictionary was composed of infinite
words,
filter pipes of cigarette were composed of venomous
nicotine,
flamboyant interiors of car were composed of luxury
seat and brake,
mouth palette of a dog was composed of sharp canine
teeth,
software of a computer was composed of integrated
chips,
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sleek showers in the bath were composed of spring
water,
towering church spires of the city were composed of
christ,
water clogged lines of the gutter were composed of
obnoxious sewage,
slender stihoutte of the fountain pen was composed of
ink,
innumerable brains of humans were composed of living
cells of grey matter,
the nocturnal reptile was composed of life banishing
poison,
whisl't my heart was composed of magnanimous love for
the girl i loved;the
ideal woman of my dreams.
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CONGREGATION OF NUMBERS
Numbers have a profound power to enchant,
it all started centuries ago,
like a magic wand in a conjurer's hand,
when astral constellation in the sky shone;
revealing the mystical tale ,
which i now present with authority:
number one depicts outstanding caliber,
number two is sensitive and pessimistic,
number three is forcefully domineering,
number four is unfailingly loyal,
number five is highly materialistic,
number six is sincerely steadfast,
number seven is unpredictably exciting,
number eight is a pendulum of emotions,
number nine is a born warrior,
number ten is a disposition of short temper,
number eleven is over ambitious,
number twelve is a thorough dreamer,
number thirteen is all willpower,
number fourteen is a solitary personality,
number fifteen is financially comfortable,
number sixteen is a true wanderer,
number seventeen is intelligently forceful,
number eighteen is a roughshod laborer,
number nineteen is arrogantly dynamic,
number twenty is deeply depressed,
number twenty-one is a negative thinker,
number twenty-two lacks self confidence,
number twenty three has a greed to dominate,
number twenty-four is an idealist of love,
number twenty five has a fiery temper,
number twenty-six is a bit impatient,
number twenty seven is a strong dictator,
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number twenty eight crumbles to pressure,
number twenty nine cant face defeat,
number thirty can rise to great heights,
and number thirty-one is extremely diligent.
that concludes the summary of those born,
between the first and thirty-first of an astral month.
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CRAB POISON
Glistening golden sands of the beach,
A lunch box for venomous crabs,
Stormy waves dispatching sheets of salt,
With metallic clangs on crab shell,
Prompting elaborate spread of noxious tentacles,
Temporary dislocating the gallant brown spider,
Into well spun cocoons of slippery mud.
The sea recedes ,a van stops on adjoining asphalt,
A trio of school kids step out beamingly,
Dressed in luxurious flannel beach wear,
With firm fitted and triangular caps,
Innocent wrists wound with water proof time,
And flying saucers whirled with speed,
In gleeful anticipation of splashing rockets,
Of salt water on their bare backs,
Shouts of laughter,articulately made sandcastles,
Big chunks of sand gliding harmlessly,
Past mischivious facial contours,
Utter amazement at encountering fossils,
Moulded marine green, with faded exteriors,
Hungry sipping of coconut water,
Causing vertical oscillations of adams apple,
And chorused singing of nursery rhymes,
Accompanied by the skipping rope flying high,
And fishing boats fast approaching,
Oh! Yes the toddlers were having a ball of a time.
A sudden yelp rises in the air,
Led by immediate collapse of tiny feet,
Baby white skin, with a tinge of blue poison,
As dirty brown spider stings unripened flesh,
With pointed crusts of hairy legs,
Inserting paltry vials of crab poison,
Spreading slowly through circuitous blood,
Divesting it of precious oxygen,
Cautioning all on sea sand,
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Highlighting effects of crab poison.
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CUCKOO CLOCK
Made of curvaceous ornamental brass,
sometimes parallel straight arms of white metal,
coated with different shades of radium paint,
hung to long center pivot thoroughly oiled and
greased,
the hour hand moves at painstaking speed,
the minute hand ticks a shade faster,
the second hand is the fastest of them all.
all thick needles displaying time,
passing moments of pragmatic life,
traversing in circular clockwise journeys,
in a background of finely calibrated dial,
and roman numerals ascending from one to twelve,
all this compactly imprisoned in water proof glass,
tightened by an artillery of shock proof screw,
triggered by maze of compressed springs,
with gold plated chains suspended to be wound,
and the chirpy cuckoo announcing its presence every
hour,
with melodious cadence of bird sound,
nailed to plaster in our living room,
winning accolades of innumerable visitors,
is our unfailingly loyal cuckoo clock.
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THE COLD BLOODED ROCK
The chain of black stretched all over,
the pointed surfaces, the leading of suicidal death,
the tedious climb encircled by emotionless faces,
all of which have a maniacal look,
abraded exteriors of rock posses shining faces,
spreading waves of savage delight and brutal splendor,
trapping innocent prey in their vice like grip.
the air mightily pounds on its surface,
removing small chunks of graphite powder,
transporting loose pieces of stone down the valley,
leaking inside the comfort houses of several ant and
white rabbit.
hollow crevices in the rock are filled with crusty
liquid,
growing in stature by the advancing day,
bubbling in nervous energy imparted by sheltered
warmth,
at last gushing out in frenzy,
forming volatile springs of boiling lava,
assasinating possible signs of life in several
kilometers of vicinity.
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DEAD AND STILL LIVING WITH ME
The heart had ceased to beat completely,
the eyes didn’t move a fraction of centimeter,
juxtaposed arteries of blood had frozen midway,
twin pairs of lips lay partially open to the filtering
sunlight,
breaths emanating from nostrils had disappeared into
oblivion,
there was no sweat formed on sensitive zones of body,
the expurgation of fluids had been completely sealed,
fresh buds of skin vehemently refrained from taking
birth,
tender sacs of lungs now lay lifeless,
nut shells of kidney no longer toiled to produce
saline water,
glittering contours of teeth showed signs of decay,
robust patches of flesh had transited to a ghastly
white,
his body lay lifeless staring altruistically at me,
bereft of traces of
emotion.
i had loved him more than i could love god,
his scent had mesmerized dormant chambers of my inner
being,
alas! he no longer walked on the ripened soil of the
lawns,
a brutal mishap had snatched him away from the
bloodcurling embrace of my
arms,
i had thereafter preserved his dead body in a pool of
antiseptic,
the hair still grew in abundance,
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his beard had now multiplied to astronomical
proportions,
it was almost a month since he had exited for his
heavenly abode,
i still didnt feel like burying him,wanting to keep
him close to my heart,
for the remainder of my life.
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CHARRED TO DEATH
Naked parchments of paper burnt in crackling fire,
long pieces of timber wood were charred to junk,
transparent window glass melted to wax,
stone chips of white marble transited to sooty black,
rich chunks of upholstery were stripped of Dunlop
foam,
statues of pure gold developed an army of irregular
cracks,
spiral balustrades crumbled like a pack of crisp
playing cards,
electronic gadgetry emitted sparks of volatile
current,
mystic sheets of curtain spread sash split into
threadbare fragments,
space chambers of cloth and perfume were devoured in
the smoke,
a network of crisscrossed lintel collapsed with a thud,
as savage flames of fire licked minute quarters of the
palatial mansion.
masses of humans ran helter-skelter,
the ambience echoed with chorused pandemonium,
impetuous fingers compressed extinguisher nozzles,
frenzied feet traversed speedily across vantage spaces
of the house ,
terrorized mouths babbled incoherent passages of
urgent commands,
twin parrots in cage screeched in hopeless despair,
bright eyed children clung tightly to plump
silhouette’s of their mother,
missiles of grey smoke erupted from burnt effigies of
solid furniture,
people lay in a wreck crippled by mammoth loads of
ceiling plaster,
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shrill cries of anguish emanated from scorched parts
of their body,
their breaths rose rhythmically high,
radiant patches of skin contorted to deathly white,
valiant attempts of survival were stifled by a
thunderous blast,
as concrete compartments of bricks came tumbling down,
burying a cluster of individuals,
into a charred heap stabbed by hot ambers coats of
house fire.
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BOWL OF WATER
There was infectious pus germinating in its body,
long silken ears were flooded with tic,
forehead scalp had paltry hair standing,
hard claw nails were badly uprooted from basal
connections,
a concoction of blood and water flowed from
its eyes,
deep gashes lined round periphery of furry collared
neck,
large smudges of dirt adorned its coat of golden
brown,
dried pouches of stomach contained decayed food,
its tail which once wagged incessantly when happy,
was now bruised and withdrawn far between its feeble
legs.
the same creature hissed fire once,
gave a volley of barks at the slightest provocation,
guarded the mansion at prime cost of its life,
tore apart to pieces venom snakes and unwanted prey,
slept all night cozily tucked between large gentle
feet of its master,
devoured chunks of rabbit meat, gulped gallons of
water,
licked all in the family from head to toe at faint
rising of dawn each day.
as time elapsed, the onset of old age made it stoop,
it now lay neglected at remote corners of the barn,
gasping for breath, uttering subdued groans of agony,
it already knew death was fast approaching,
all it desired at the moment was just its favorite
bowl of water,
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be filled with inexpensive liquid pouring in
abundance,
from the rusty hand pump a few feet away from its worn
out body.
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VOICES
When i tried to masquerade in the voice of a woman,
tuned decibels of my voice to effeminately soft
frequency,
trying to whisper like a dainty maiden boisterous in
youth,
the result was abashingly bad, as all i ended up doing
,
was like a eunuch wailing his woes on the vacant
street.
when i tried to emulate the voice of humming bird,
attempting to chirp with emphatic authority,
mesmerizing arid patches of air with placid tunes,
drowning a majority of animals in spells of my
infectious sound,
all i ended up doing was sputter like a parrot
replicating its masters voice.
when i tried to duplicate the voice of a dog,
growling fiercely with spurts of tenacity and vigour,
snaring my teeth as if thoroughly infuriated,
the actual monsters on the street stared at me
ambiguous suspicion,
smelt intricate parts of my body, discarding me as an
outcast from their
community.
eventually when i discovered my own tongue to speak,
the effect of my sonorous voice was stupendously
enchanting,
it easily surpassed the effects of all voices i tried
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to imitate,
thus teaching me a lesson to speak in the dialect and
sound i naturally
possessed,
the voice that was 100% mine.
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THE DESERTED MANSION
Steaming coffee in the tall mugs was growing cold,
long table cloth was developing blotches of brown mud
stain,
the ground floor was engulfed in heaps of disdainful
dust,
sparkling glass tops displayed infinite scratch marks,
a basket of fresh fruit now lay squashed in neglect,
utensils of stainless steel had transformed into pale
bronze,
rich portraits portraying war scenes hung listlessly
from the wall,
heaps of literary books lay buried under a mountain of
sand,
pitchers full of mineral water now bred a cluster of
fungus,
roof light bulbs had formed a fountain of cracks,
ivory doors of cupboards were smudged with bird
manure,
wooden legs of furniture had crawling termite,
the mirror on the staircase gave ghostly reflections,
wild stalks of grass projected from the infertile
soil.
he had bid farewell to the earth decades ago,
lived life like a thorough eccentric when alive,
his mansion now lay deserted,
tucked within the picturesque plains of the tropical
forests,
the desolate palace was worth a handsome fortune,
if only someone ventured through dense territories of
the jungle,
unveiling the monastery standing solitary in its
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mystical charm,
in a camouflage of parasitic creepers trying to suck
blood from the wall of
century old brick.
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HOT WATER BOTTLE
I burnt long sheets of plastic in orange flames of gas
burner,
extracted a molten mixture of sticky wax,
placed it for several hours in a large pitcher
containing cool water,
obtained residue left overs of elastic rubber,
which I compressed into straight folds,
stitching the straight ends with curved rivet pins,
I finally composed a utility rubber bottle ,
Fitted with a lid cork revolving in the clockwise
direction.
High up in the snow clad terrain I dwelt,
With icy sheets of winds depositing paltry amounts of
frozen liquid,
Crackling firewood proving insufficient in the biting
cold,
The bedroom window overlooking ivory white landscapes
laden with snow crusts,
Christmas pine trees camouflaged beneath velvety cover
of condensed rain,
It was a breathtaking sight to witness in the day,
The night stabbed me like a thousand daggers dipped in
hard ice-cream,
There simply seemed no respite from chilly disposition
of winter cold.
I knew something had to be done to save my skin,
Provide me reassuring comfort throughout lengthy hours
of the brutal night,
Reinforce my pale and shrunken body machinery with
luke warm currents of
wind,
That was exactly when minute fibers of brain chalked a
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plan of action,
I decided to fill blistering(boiling) liquid in the
rubber bottle,
Which I had previously prepared with loads of caution,
Closed the lid tight, placed the bottle on my
shivering chest,
Snuggled under my favorite bearskin quilt,
To relish and savour infinite hours of unending sleep.
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STONE PILLOW
I took irregular pieces of threadbare stone,
painted them with vibrant flashes of crimson red,
chiseled them to look like porous stone idol,
cut them with an iron knife into multiple fragments,
dipped them in steaming acid to divest them of natural
shine,
soaked them in chocolate curry, rendering them a
breeding ground for insect,
baked them in an oven transforming them into roasted
potato,
mixed them with spicy pickle charging them with tinges
of spice,
hurled them at window panes shattering glass into
infinite molecules of
glass,
polished them with golden emery till they shone as
crystal diamond,
lay them at random on wet mud surface to act as a tar
road,
diffused them with electric machine into a heap of
fine powder charcoal,
blended them with sandalwood paste to yield heavenly
aroma in the day,
stacked them in coarse bags of denim ready to be
dispatched in foreign land,
used them as beads of playing marble colliding with
soft thuds,
melted them in boiling gas flame forming light grey
tonic sticky in
complexion.
the night was engulfed with chilly currents of wind,
soft portions of my neck stabbed me like a thousand
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needles,
intimate portions of scalp demanded adequate backrest,
that was exactly when vital brain waves struck me,
i crushed all the stone piece into a solitary slab,
covered it with rich dunlop cushion foam,
slept like a prince all night and sunlit day,
on my very own & innovative "STONE PILLOW"
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DOORS
When collapsible doors of the aircraft opened at high
altitude,
hordes of passenger were hurled out at volcanic
speeds,
nose-diving devoid of apparatus towards the hard skull
of earth.
as sliding doors of the train were exposed to
atmosphere,
the century old engine clambering through ice clad
domains of the mountain,
chilly currents of wind froze my breath momentarily.
wrought iron doors of submarine opened underwater,
the vociferous sea flooded into the compact interiors,
blending the luxurious ambience of wooden floor with
scores of jelly fish.
when ornate doors of the currency safe brushed across
light particles of air,
strong beams of sunlight filtered inside,
accentuating the glory of life bestowing colored
paper.
translucent glass doors of the Mercedes swung open,
satin upholstery of cushioned leather welcomed me
inside,
enchanting clouds of perfume settled on my skin,
the driving wheel felt as light as a dog whisker,
as the car sky rocketed a few inches above the ground,
zipping past picturesque falls cascading from
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umpteenth spots of the
mountain.
and finally when i unfastened strings imprisoning
tender doors of my heart,
there lay a crystal clear picture of my beloved,
drowning in deep waters with her hand tightly clasped
in mine,
this was the door i intended to seal forever,
with a fountain of blood evacuted from deep within our
veins.
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DROUGHT
Hordes of cattle lay lifeless on the streets,
lush green crops had withered in meek submission,
succulent fruits on tree branches had died a gruesome
death,
a trio of birds had forgotten to chirp their daily
rhymes,
predecessors of the ophidian had sunk deep
beneath cocoons of soil,
dense foliage of green was now reduced to threadbare
strips of brittle brown,
crystal white streams of the mountain had dried in
their roots,
mighty perennial rivers could now be sighted as fetid
pools of shallow water,
gallons of saline liquid had evaporated from the
oceans,
glistening surface of barren rock boiled in tumultuous
fury of the sun,
tantalizing mirages loomed large at steaming patches
of road,
the ground was strewn with sizzling pancakes resting
on embers of red coal,
rotund island of fuming sun smiled brutally all day,
long wires of cable had started to melt in the heat,
desires for thirst soared to gigantic proportions,
spots of shade were a rare treat to witness in the
nerve-wrecking heat,
dirty brown lizards swished their tongues viciously in
disdain,
levels of mercury reached astronomical heights in the
day,
with little respite in the abhorrent sultry night,
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the sky hadnt wept since times immemorial,
there was not a droplet of free water availaible to
quench my thirst,
it seemed as if god had forgotten to bless the earth
with rain,
penalizing millions of human on earth for their
catalogue of misdeeds,
with savage strokes to encounter the brunt of DROUGHT.
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A VALIANT SEED
The seed sown in thick dark mud,
accompanies the soil with a slow thud.
blanket covers of soil provide it that salubrious
fertility,
piercing through a web of dramatic appearance,
which leads to the dynamic prone world,
giving boisterous and hearty feelings,
and leaving no trace of malice.
the seed comes pops out with sporadic bursts of
energy,
greeted by a sudden gush of blindness,
with the sun filtering straight through its eyes,
leaving possible autopsies underived.
obstacles engulf it from all quarters of land,
to subject it to a tough examination,
testing where it actually lies.
its appearance at maturity puristically flamboyant,
mighty storm winds strike it with rebellious force,
ultimately causing it to deteriorate,
fixing the humans on earth a new subsidized rate.
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1000 FEET BELOW THE EARTH
there was wet moisture camouflaging the earth,
condensed slices of soil slept in perennial darkness,
tiny bits of stone lay embedded in loose gravel,
radiating worms weaved their way through tunnels of
mud,
reptiles slithered harmlessly past dungeons of
darkness,
yellow crested frogs danced in abundant ponds of
water,
the sun had never blazed on this part of the world,
sporadic outbursts of moonshine had faded long ago
into oblivion,
humid pouches of air blew at sedate velocities,
entwined roots of tree and grass extruded from the
mud,
thin wisps of pungent fertilizer cakes caressed the
soil,
a plehtora of red ant marched boisterously towards
their den,
droplets of liquid percolated painstakingly, exhausted
from deep journeys of
incessant travel,
a slurry of black oil and grease lay trapped at
several patches,
dead mushroom chunks lay buried for decades in
obscurity,
there was no adulteration in the mass of clay for
millions of kilometers,
the soil was as pure as gods bathed in rich cow milk,
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with nil traces of metal,pesticide,shards of tainted
glass,
and surplus amounts of crystal water imprisoned in its
core,
catering to infinite numbers of scorched mouths dying
in blistering heat,
all this and things more exotic existed,
an approximate thousand feet beneath the surface of
mud painted earth.
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EARTHQUAKE
an assembly of ornate utensils clashed down with
fervor on the floor,
the ceiling fan got uprooted from its hinges,
there was a wailing echo emanating from the earth,
an avalanche of bulky rocks tumbled down the mountain
slope,
blissful carpets of roads in the valley lay imprisoned
beneath a river of
mud,
gigantic trees which once breathed fire; now lay limp
on the ground,
a fountain of cracks spread at maniacal speeds through
walls in the edifice,
obstreperous sounds from the soil flooded the
atmosphere,
a plethora of houses crumbled ;like a pack of plastic
cards,
sharp shards of metal flew haphazardly in the air,
rivers diverted their flow towards arid land,
animals hibernated from plush interiors of jungle to
urban sands,
infinite denizens were sucked in ghastly crevices,
with immaculate children being torched by steaming
curry of hot lava,
there was chaotic pandemonium on the once solitary
streets,
people ran helter skelter;with tender siblings in
hand,
the sun had forgotten to shine;the moon was juxtaposed
behind clouds of
oblivion,
my dwelling swayed like articulate swings of the
golden circus,
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with side slopes eventually caving in due to traumatic
pressure of earth,
it was a gruesome catastrophe;which had decimated
millions,
leaving their counterparts stranded on undulating
hillocks of land,
the damage to life was unprecedented;
with the whole nation reeling under the onslaught of
mother nature,
some prayed to god for forgiveness;some for holistic
solace,
the EARTHQUAKE had measured 6.4 on the ritchers
scale,
lasting for a threadbare minimum of 10 seconds,
still able to assasinate minute traces of
civilization;suckle the mightiest in
blistering hot recesses of earth's belly.
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GOOD SHOT
I chose a man slender and skinny,
draped his body in leather skin of witchcraft black,
pierced his earlobe with beads of silver,
tonsured his scalp with corrugated edge of
knife,
sprinkled his cheek with perfumed cologne,
divested his blood of every sedative,
tied him to a square wooden chair with cushioned
backrest,
drenched him completely with pure spring water,
aligned him straight so as to face me in the eye,
placing him a good 50 feet away,
gazed through the tiny glass nozzle of my bronze
pistol,
to get a proficient crystal clear aim.
i began by placing a large melon on his shaven scalp,
pierced it into flying splinters in the first shot
itself.
i then stuck a medium sized apple with sprouting leaf,
closed an eye and ruptured the fruit into infinite
segments.
a peeled orange on his head looked blissfully pretty,
was a gruesome sight to witness as poisonous lead
ripped through its body.
it was now the turn of a minuscule violet grape,
the handcuffed man looked in growing disbelief,
he was now sure of death fast approaching,
as a loud voice shook the stillness of the jungle air,
the violet grape lay punctured and lifeless on the
ground,
shouts of new found joy emanated from his throat,
he then ended our brief encounter by wildly
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gesticulating,
GOOD SHOT FRIEND,VERY GOOD SHOT.
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MAGICAL PALM
Dark forked lines sprawling on flesh,
stretching wildly on soft areas of palm,
crisscrossed with stars, circles, triangular
indentations,
bifurcating hand skin into several compartments,
oval islands depicting inevitable tensions,
chained strings highlighting spells of discomfort,
forked terminations, resulting in webs of imagination,
protuberant mounts, a must for prosperity,
angularly curved thumb, a sign of flexibility,
blazing tinge's of red, demonstrating radiant health,
sacred specks of brown portraying affluence,
with the trio of main lines being,
that of life, heart, and intricate mind,
all having an eminent bearing on vagaries of life,
studded firmly on interior skin mass,
arising while in Luke warm recesses of womb,
with tiny fists being divested of movement,
gaining in prominence with advancing age,
a hot subject of contention in astral groups,
indispensable to be compared ,
before tying threads of holy matrimony,
an issue of permutated deliberation,
causing religious blasphemy on asiatic land,
i stare at my palm for long hours,
trying to unfold my future in scattered lines,fading
skin of "MAGICAL PALM".
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EFFECTS OF MUSK PERFUME
cloud smokes of aroma rose tantalizingly in the air,
dull sheaths of cabin air were drenched with
fragrance,
spotless patches of shirt were smeared with wet spray,
transparent beds of water got coated with musk
flavor,
bunch of flowers in cane pots went berserk,
dry parchments of paper fluttered in glee,
sheets of polished wood bubbled in ecstasy,
bathroom tiles sparkled, smelt of fresh scotch whisky,
heavy curtain drapery greedily absorbed moisture,
grey crested peacock spread majestic wings to full
circles,
bulky leather folders were enveloped in residue of
molten wax,
wire meshed window grills breathed in scented air,
ceiling fan blades revolved faster with pepped
exhilaration,
pure stone idols showed feeble signs of new found
life,
straight walls of plaster leaned closer for mere
caresses,
persian ground carpet raised its fur in insatiable
desire,
electronic telephone developed shriller tunes,
as i sprayed the deer musk perfume at all quarters,
maniacally compressed the release button to its
fullest capacity,
spreading its exotic effect to every inch of free
space in my room.
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ELECTROCUTION
I watched television in fading hours of the evening,
resting against a cushioned foam of pure Dunlop,
pointing my large feet towards the placid moon,
twin pair of hands shielding my dreary eyes,
long quilt of rich satin engulfing my persona,
an uncorked bottle of white champagne full to the brim
lying by my side,
crisp voices emanating from the t.v.set flooding my
ears,
i was ecstatic beyond definition of pleasure,
relishing roasted chunks of fish curry,
with torrential rain splashing vociferously through
the partially open window
pane.
the sky barked loud echoes of lightening thunder,
swollen clouds collided with volatile intensity,
streaks of electricity swept across the galaxy,
magnified droplets of rain pelted down in vindication,
as masses of pitch dark air hovered dangerously above
my house,
the inclement weather had taken complete toll on the
proceedings.
the fury of rain was simply invincible,
fresh liquid now leaked from multiple cracks in the
ceiling,
light switchboard sockets now oozed rain water,
sparks flew high and handsome from wire panels,
colossal consumption of alcohol had rendered me
inalert,
as i alighted from my sleeping cave of kingly comfort,
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to activate the switch for the morning alarm,
deathly chills of naked current ran through my entire
body,
healthy blood froze in its veins,
the heart had stopped throbbing as an aftermath of
shock,
my feeble knees couldn't hold me any longer,
i collapsed in a heap on the wet floor,
realms of death strangulated me in entirety,
acrid sparks of current causing instant electrocution.
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ELECTRONIC EMPEROR
A warehouse of information,
a godown of electronic food grain,
with coagulated chips of telecommunication,
an instrument for incessant chat,
engraved with multiple numerals,
bold print of manufacturing firms,
dangling spirals of entwined rubber,
sealed to resistant cushioned plugs,
with shiny screw fasteners,
riveting a jugglery of charged fiber nodules,
entrapping signal waves from thick steel transmission
cables,
interlocked with an array of codal communication,
bustling with feverish jingling activity,
piercing the air with melodious sounds,
flexing electronically configured vocal chords,
at instants of finger flesh,
in close proximity with protuberant plastic.
a pagan for exchanging emotions,
far distance business notes,
acclimatizing rural masses with marvels of electronic
revolutions,
spanning unprecedented breadths of the countryside,
encompassing infinite habitats of survival,
with threads of indispensable sophistication.
an enviable transmitter of the human voice,
crowned as the "ELECTRONIC EMPEROR'
with a life span of more than a century,
and a gentle river of dial tone,
is what the telephone's all about.
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URGES
As the amber ball of sun peeped from white puffs of
clouds,
weak and languid beams of light caressed the earth,
engulfing pitch dark blackness with faint rays of
dawn,
prompting abrupt closures of artificial light,
there rose sporadic urges in the body to walk past
barriers of sleep.
as the football of blazing light grew colossal in
size,
acrid rays of light fell stringently on the ocean,
heating suspended dust and concrete tower,
illuminating the atmosphere with dazzling sunshine,
there arose thunderous urges in the body to start
work.
as the molten island of fire began sinking behind the
mountain,
faded pink currents of light overpowered the day,
cool waves of air descended down the network of roads,
naturally lit mulitfloor offices transited to murky
grey,
there arose hasty urges in the body to return back to
return to the place of
dwelling.
as the golden web of steam finally disappeared from
boundaries of vision,
overpowering darkness taking a stranglehold on light,
vehicular traffic now between few and sparse on the
carpet of road,
gruesome blackness imprisoning every iota of land and
space,
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there arose an universal need in the body to hide
beneath the blanket and
sleep.
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EMISSIONS
The sun emitted acerbic rays of stringent light,
flooding darkened zones of the cosmos,
providing dazzling brightness to all existing in
realms of unconsciousness,
filtering encrypted arena's scattered along
innumerable pores of the body.
the celestial body of moon emitted placid beams of
fluorescent color,
inhabiting infinite spaces on earth with dormant
ecstasy,
injecting fuming patches of land with loads of dreamy
sedation,
piercing through the entangled labyrinth of mind with
body blows of solitude.
the multicolored silhouette of rainbow emitted a blend
of translucent gas,
illuminating the murky persona of sky with a plethora
of gaudy paint,
encompassing boundless regions of the mundane galaxy,
posing as an ultimate novelty to the eye when spotted
in river water.
gigantic towers of the chimney emitted grey balls of
obnoxious smoke,
hanging for incessant periods of time in mute shells
of air,
polluting wild undergrowths of foliage with its
abysmal caress,
stabbing innocent pedestrians with draughts of
abhorrent contamination.
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Crystal balls of eyes emitted palpable rays of
empathy,
Melting the most obdurate of hearts existing,
Captivating all with their immaculate presence,
Transforming wretched individuals besieged with
immortality,
Into sagacious personalities uttering tales of
benevolent love.
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INDISPUTABLE WEALTH
Satiny cloth fluttering in the air,
hollow poles of steel embedded in concrete,
conspicuous symbols stitched to perfection,
depicting national pride, unparalleled privilege,
the flag tapers to the sky in crisp draughts of autumn
breeze.
Fiber metal sheets glowing in radium light,
Crystal glass windows sliding down,
Cushioned steering power packed with compressible
Dunlop,
Coats of silver paint sizzling in sunshine,
Twin rubber seats draped in opalescent cover,
The sapphire blue sedan dipped down steep curves of
the valley.
Round white beads of synthetic plastic,
Sewn articulately to glossy coarse cloth,
Parallel cuts of arm length sleeve,
Faded exteriors blended with blotches of light blue
dye,
Sweat proof texture hindering perspiring whiffs of
odour,
The cloud blue denim shirt hangs on curved hangers of
the city showroom.
Square chocolates of thick bulky rock,
Submerged in golden extracts of medieval liquid,
Cut in oval shapes by electric cutters of steel,
Glistening wildly in an ambience of dull murky light,
The sackfull of gold coins lay stashed in realms of
coded iron safe.
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Bare stone bricks abraded with sandpaper,
Sloping roofs lined with exquisite china tile,
Polished mahogany doors studded with brass,
Palacial marble columns holding dead live weight of
roof,
Mystical cuckoo bird bathing in mud bowls of water,
The split level house loomed large on undulating
landscapes of swiss plateau.
Frothy white liquid dripping at slow speeds,
Due to deft hand massage of fertile cow teats,
Filling bronze buckets with liters of cream,
Gratifying millions of mouths with early morning
meals,
The pure cow milk churned waves of desire after
spoonfuls of consumption.
Striking its fangs against an enclosure of bronze,
Riveted firmly to rolled surface of plaster,
Triggered by intricate mechanisms of coiled wire,
Producing sugary tunes by mere caress to the spongy
switch,
The magnificent house bell lights up molecules of doom
suspended,
With melodious rhymes circulating sedately through
atmosphere.
Striped furry coat stuck tightly to skin,
Eyes radiating in orange roof light,
Whiskers drooping down in bruised pride,
Razor sharp teeth emitting a ferocious growl,
Perched for centuries on rock tablets of hard ground,
The wild stuffed leopard stands lifeless after years
of jungle rule.
Tubular body reinforced with steel chips,
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Having watertight windows overlooking the sea,
Long tunnel passages illuminated with fluorescent
bulb,
Spending its entire life in vast prisons of salty
water,
The submarine proudly marched kissing colonies of sea
weed bush.
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FANTASY SELDOM BECOMES REALITY
I thought of nose diving from the 100th floor of the
edifice,
shivered incessantly when perched right on the top,
abruptly changed my decision as i stared in deathly
horror,
at the fathomless distance between the ground and my
silhouette.
i visualized trespassing through amber flames of the
bonfire,
as they licked barren arenas of the misty blue sky,
i vehemently changed my outlook; as i actually felt
their savage heat,
refrained from venturing even miles near the
conflagration.
i perceived chewing brittle shards of broken glass,
disintegrating them firmly with my teeth,
dreaded visions of blood gushing from chambers in
mouth engulfed me,
as i formally held a solitary chunk of glass in my
palms,
prompting me to dismiss the obnoxious idea from my
mind.
i envisaged riding on the silken body of blue ocean
whale,
admiring the scenic beauty of the captivating
Atlantic,
ghastly images of its canine teeth petrified me in
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entirety,
with hollow kingdoms of its mouth relishing my bones,
causing me to instantaneously relinquish the fantasy
before it took firm
roots.
i imagined conversing with the magnanimous princess,
floating high in the clouds with her mesmerizing
grace,
i then looked down at the torn lace of my
shoe, infinite stains in my vest, the
emptiness of my purse,
the visions of blossoming romance died there itself,
and i admonished my mind stringently saying to myself,
that "FANTASY SELDOM BECOMES REALITY".
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FARMER RELISHES SUGARCANE JUICE
Rotten leaves lay in dark corners,
soggy mud was sprawled through acres of land,
rusty barbed wire lined vast expanse of territory,
dull roots of juicy cane plant projected from the mud,
a strong pair of black bull bathed in rain ponds of
wet mud slurry,
infinite earthworms popped from beneath cocoons of
ground,
long snakes buried themselves in dark holes,
multilegged caterpillar crawled through open skin of
wild flower,
a family of untamed rabbit trespassed for nibbling
fruit,
the apple trees swayed with gusty currents of humid
wind,
as ripened fruits incorporated with natural sweet
juice,
fell in paltry amounts from the angular wood branch.
the golden sun rose behind the V shaped hill,
cast its first burning rays on the fertile land,
gradually awakening the husky farmer,
tossing in blissful fantasies of sleep,
to start his routine ploughing activity for the
succeeding day.
the mesmerizing sunlight took its toll on him,
he looked drowned in jubilation amidst the tall
cultivation of sugarcane,
red ants greedily sucking his seasoned blood,
as he strained his eyes to devour the breathtaking
scene,
of sunshine, scarlet apple, juicy sugarcane, chocolate
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brown mud,
and gushing waters through gigantic cloth pipes,
it took him a lengthy amount of time to drift into
reality,
and when he did, he saw precious hectares of his own
land,
floating with wealthy crop, tonnes of haphazardly
strewn crimson apple,
he now took a slender pair of shears alongwith bare
blades of country knife,
sliced ripened sugarcane crop, blended the ravishing
juice oozing,
into his large mouth chambers, thoroughly parched in
the dazzling sun.
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FEAR
The twin horned cow prays to god,
for fear of not producing frosty rich cream milk.
the scorched patch of infertile land prays to god,
for fear of not yielding consumable grains of food.
the large butcher knife prays to god,
for fear of not being able to slain obdurate chunks of
meat, a cluster of
spruced vegetable.
the devilish chain of mountain prays to god,
for fear of collapsing, when struck my cyclonic wind
and rain.
the enchanting elevation of the edifice
prays to god,
for fear of being charred by flaming fires, transiting
into realms of
dilapidation.
the light brown crab on the slippery beach prays to
god,
for fear of being trampled to death by bulky soles of
inarticulate feet.
airborne birds in the sky pray to god,
for fear of snapping their wings, nose-diving thereby
towards the uncouth
surface of earth.
the juicy fruit of apple prays to god,
for fear of being pecked by venomous reptile injecting
paltry vials of
poison.
innocent orphan children pray to god,
for fear of being stashed like truckloads of garbage.
immaculately white satin cloth prays to god,
for fear of developing disdainful blotches and stain.
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the lush green blades of grass pray to god,
for fear of being devoured by the roaming stray
cattle.
the ornately exquisite mercedes prays to god,
for fear of being brutally bashed by tankers holding
grease.
the emerald green waters of ocean pray to god,
for fear of being contaminated by gun powder and
residue of missiles.
appetizing slabs of pure chocolate pray to god,
for fear of harbouring an army of red ant and insects.
suspended wires of cable pray to god,
for fear of electrocuting all those in proximity after
fresh spells of
monsoon.
the croaking frog in the lake prays to god,
for fear of being swallowed by killer lizards on the
prowl.
humans existing on this earth pray to god,
for fear of losing their lives,starving like the
desert camel bereft of
fodder.
i pray to god,
for fear of being seperated from the person i loved,
the ones i really cared
for.
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MAN HAD
Man had the ability to walk on articulately carved
feet,
man had an uncanny knack of tackling problems.
man had large palms which could be curled into a fist,
man had sharp beads of visual apparatus distinguishing
between good and evil.
man had lips which turned scarlet when he chewed green
leaves of betel,
man had eardrums detecting the minutest of sound.
man had the capacity to perspire in the flaming sun,
man had twin pair of nostrils which excreted snores at
night.
man had a mass of shiny hair projecting from shaven
scalp,
man had finger nails blended with several coats of
white calcium.
man had bulging arm muscle raising cotton fabric of
his shirt,
man had a bunch of well chiseled teeth biting through
the hardest of
sugarcane stick.
man had built palaces with silver granite and volumes
of red brick,
man had bathed for centuries in water extracted from
earths crust.
man had the prowess of memorizing long stanzas of
numeric verse,
man had a body which had evolved from the primitive
ape.
man had a voice that could be synthesized into
melodious notes of music,
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man had acquired occult powers by incessant worship
of the divine creator.
man had the infinite power of bringing stars to the
earth,
man had ruled over all living and created for
centuries since he was born.
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ANGRY YOUNG MAN
I struck my tender fist vociferously against the hard
wall,
round globules of indignant anger welled up in my
eyes,
mighty pounds of fresh air died a gruesome death in my
lungs,
tapered outlines of my toe fingers took a vice like
grip of the floor,
crimson blood traveled multiple times faster through
my veins,
snow white pearls of my eyes acquired streaks of
corrugated scarlet,
dozens of my teeth clenched themselves to form a
formidable fortress,
infinite hair on my body stood up in hostile acrimony,
the tiny blob of Adams apple oscillated violently like
a parasitic leech,
amber fumes emanated in quick successions from my
nostril,
a volley of profound abuse escaped through the
luscious envelope of my lips,
gallons of adrenalin flowed intermittently via my
kidneys,
feeble muscles of my persona transited to taut balls
of anguished fervor,
i gnawed my nails raw of rich calcium,
chewed my thumb for times immemorial,
staring unflinchingly at my adversary who had
humiliated me a few hours ago,
had also evaporated traces of exorbitant
felicity that i was
besieged with.
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i couldn't bear it any longer,
my entire silhouette radiated with waves of demonic
anger,
prompting me to punch stringently with my rock hard
palms,
into the supple core of his solar plexus,
evacuating tonnes of air trapped in his flatulent
belly,
annihilating forever the ostentation he displayed in
ridiculing the "THE YOUTH
OF MY AGE".
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TYRANNIZED SHEEP
Woolen threads of cozy winter wear,
forming bundles of warm noodles,
interstitched to furry proportions,
tasteless and tailored to high degrees of bitter cold,
sheared with large cleavers,
from skins of fat mountain sheep,
wandering in abundance on hilly terrains,
in search of leafy shrub and small prey,
shielding freezing winds in their natural dress,
with woolen sprouts in clusters since birth,
long drooling ears, effusive bleats of denial,
gnarled teeth, stamping of feet on white ice,
diffusing chinaware of snow into fragments,
but alas! at last they succumb to brutal force,
of breathing hearts ,and reasoning brains,
the most supreme form of godly creation,
with trillions of activated brain cells,
decades of smartest existence, as man,
utilizing animal comfort for human greed,
stripping them of their only defense,
to manufacture, snow white cardigans,
long spun robes with internal heat,
royal caps with woolen skin,
well spun socks with breathing pores,
flexible hand gloves deactivating chill,
embroidered scarves with sheets of wool,
and a host of winter wear, to numb cold,
nip it in its frozen buds,
with rich stripped wool of innocent sheep
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FLAGRANT IMAGINATION'
I toss around with lazy energy,
beads of water run down my mane,
my head burns like a piece of coal,
to conquer life is my ultimate goal,
my feet yield to unsustainable pressure,
trampling cold sheets of marble chips,
aggrandizing my tryst with misfortune,
my close rapport with ill luck.
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i gnaw my nails with great tenacity,
firmly tethered to their cuticles,
stuck to red raw flesh,
producing semicircular indentations,
on the nail and mind alike.
my pink tongue dances to,
a pentagon of blatant reality,
an unsubscribed figment of thought,
severing rainbows of desire,
achromatic saliva dribbling from my mouth,
"a simple case of flagrant imagination"
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FLOOD
Black clouds vomited torrential rain,
streaks of lightning blazed through the sky,
bright light transited to doomsday murky,
flaming sun ball jailed within puffs of grey,
heat gods fast asleep in guest houses of monsoon,
as oblong droplets of water tumbled down.
drenching parched fragments of boiling soil,
washing tonnes of dust on tree leaves,
sweeping stubborn layers of noxious debris,
providing free baths to perspiring humans,
sprinkling coolant liquid on scorched birds,
dissipating chemicals from river bed,
depleting fresh whitewash paint off gaudy color,
prompting rivulets of water, to gush from drainpipe,
flooding coastal ocean, swelling domestic river
stream,
with sheets of salty water encapsulating low land,
dismantling weak foundations of cheap bamboo,
tearing apart tin roofs from thatched hay,
uprooting tree roots from deep recesses of ground,
the rain continued with unrelenting fury,
sparing none in proximity with earth,
submerging visible land with pools of cloud water,
revealing passionate creation of water,
after arduous spells of steaming summer.
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FOUNTAIN PEN
I scribbled innumerable lines of literature with it,
it was still ready to execute a umpteenth phrases
more,
being as strong as an ox when it came to decoding
thoughts into verse,
even when tested at bizarre limits of endurance.
i sketched glowing peaks of mountain basking in the
golden sun,
weaving articulate outlines of the encroaching
shadows,
it yielded to the faintest of my caress; unleashing
dark forms with fountain
ink,
a true stalwart engulfing me in the times of
difficulty.
i even used it for scraping minute blotches of dirt
from my ear,
delicately tickling the inner soft skin with insipid
strokes,
it obliged pathetically to whatever i did,
didn’t shed a tear from its eye; nor developed a
retaliatory hole in its heart.
i filled it with surplus amounts of colored ink,
sprinkling the same with lots of glee on the faces of
my counterpart mates,
transforming them into jocular clowns,
with an awe-inspiring caricature of white skin with
opalescent paint.
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i kept it well stuffed within the interiors of my
waistcoat pocket,
lived with it for all night and sunlit day,
it had fulfilled my insatiable desire to explore the
world,
assisted me create the animate;and already burried,
i hardly skipped exiting my place of dwelling,
without the reassuring comfort of my chrome tipped
FOUNTAIN PEN.
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FREEDOM FROM LIFE
A trembling little heart,
unable to express itself,
capsized by the will power of others,
waiting to be free from this earthly form,
feeble to posses it,
escaping far away from the graveyard of miseries,
in the midst of tremendous fight for existence,
breaks free at last from the vice like confinement of
self introversions,
like the core of the hot earth,
with molten lava gushing out at last,
after years of struggle and unrelenting strife,
which soon after eruption gets cooled by mother earth,
who cant let her surface be full of tears,
for if she starts weeping,
who will look after her millions of sons,
dying every minute of thirst, hunger,and inexplicable
pain,
struck with horrendous grief,
with a bleak future ahead,and no bright lights
shinining yo guide them ahead,
leaving them in alone in a world of blood thirst and
corruption,
to the never ending tale of gruesome death,
finding the true beating of the heart,
at least momentarily, in a river of gods love to
surround,
never saying yes to love, peace,affection and faith,
trailing away from the mysteries of life,
closing sinful chapters of existence forever.
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GARDEN HOSEPIPE
Plastic tube of high quality rubber,
crisscrossed like a reptile across vast expanse of lush
green lawn,
fitted tightly to tiny apertures of gushing liquid,
sprinkling even sprays of water on irregular
protrusions of land,
washing tonnes of dirt from broad leaf skin,
submerging patches of fallow land in wet pools of
nutrition,
milking young seedlings with motherly caress,
filling empty mud bowls for the sparrows to bathe,
quenching thirst of scorched travelers passing by,
rendering baked tree branch unsuitable for firewood,
splashing it fiercely with straight missiles of water,
producing fountains of water when compressed subtly by
hand,
a portable instrument for conveying gallons of water,
lambasting the soil with rockets of frothy spray,
flooding vacant crevices of land with buckets of
minerals,
whitewashing walls of the stone brick house of years
of accumulated dust,
enabling flower buds to blossom after few days of
application,
smooth bodied exterior comprising a kilometer of
length,
with several offshooting nozzles vomiting droplets of
water,
having the potential of being used as a sturdy rope,
lying limp amidst the camouflage of entangled grass,
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is my decade old and tubular "GREEN GARDEN
HOSEPIPE"
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GARLANDS
Snakes slithered harmlessly in lush green terrains of
lawns,
swishing their tongues viciously in the autumn breeze,
i stealthily encroached them with nimble feet,
hoisted them in the air, adroitly snapping their venom
fangs,
wound them round my neck to relish the tender warmth
of reptile garland.
the body of chameleon changed color with surrounding
foliage,
its serrations stood erect when tickled by red brick,
as it glared devilishly at innocuous bunch of radiating
insects.
i punctured its silhouette with needle arrow,
captured more of its species with meticulous
proficiency,
adorned my slender neck with a garlands of dead
chameleon.
i evacuated rich oysters from the carribean sea,
pilfered the shells to obtain a plethora of sparkling
pearls,
weaved them with ultra thin floss of honey golden,
sprinkling the beads with pungent amounts of rose
perfume,
i enveloped my persona with garlands of exquisite
glistening pearl stones.
and finally when i engulfed my body in a festoon of
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her satiny hair,
a celestial fragrance emanating from the natural
sheath of black,
my heart underwent uncontrollable convulsions,
finally yielding my entity in complete submission to
this inexplicable garland
of love.
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FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT
Brown smoke rose from the tall chimney,
sinister eagles glided creating powerful draughts of
wind,
grey lizards swished their tail as they clawed
upwards,
dried moisture from the river bank descended on the
tapered structure,
engulfing parched skin of concrete with paltry amounts
of natural coolant.
high up in the tower dwelt a grizzly haired man,
solitude camouflaged him in totality,
shriveled bones of his body shone prominently,
silky white beard flowed majestically from his facial
contours,
adorned he was in godly robes of saffron gold,
each of his finger was studded with a mystical charm,
there lay a crystal globe abreast of him,
which he presumed dissipated entangled enigmas of
life.
an affluent man met him with loads of hope,
bereft he was of precious centers of life bestowing
vision,
he had groped about in darkness ever since he was
born.
the eccentric saint stared at him for long hours,
commanded him to kiss the crystal trophy, containing
perfumed mountain shrub
and water,
sprinkled all parts of his persona with pinches of
turmeric powder,
smeared his eyes with a paste of rabbit whisker and
boiled mushroom,
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chanted spell bounding rhymes with proficient ease,
swayed like a maniac expending all energy possesed by
his wrinkled feet,
the transformation that occured was breathtaking,
transparent globules of water welled up in the mans
eyes,
blurred outlines of the room became slowly visible,
decades of agony in dark seemed to be fading fast,
he could now see the razor sharp outlines of ducks in
the river,
as fresh rays of morning sunlight caressed him with
their full might.
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THE GENTLE GIANT
They poured buckets of icy water over him,
drenched his body with steaming hot soup curry,
added pinches of sea salt on his lips,
tickled his eardrum with feckless strokes of bird
feather,
left an army of red ant on his body to wander,
tonsured his scalp of thick curls of hair,
pushed and probed his flesh with red hot pokers of
wood,
ignited a plethora of wax candle on his chest,
fed hollow regions of his eardrum with a cluster of
stinging jungle mosquito,
lambasted him brutal strokes of the snake leather
whip,
shouted at deafening voices, beating hands in despair
on his flabby chest,
as the unscrupulous giant slept in tranquil peace,
unperturbed by the thunderous commotion stabbing
umpteenth parts of his body.
He had been cast a spell by the goddess of sleep,
To lie dormant for centuries till he existed,
Unfazed by all power on earth,
There was not a soul who could wake him up from sleep.
That’s when they executed the following on sudden
impulse,
they laid a drum of cooked sweets beside him,
Appetizing fruit juice filled in transparent jars,
Cooked morsels of fish and rice at his feet,
Round pancakes with frosty butter sandwiched in his
hands,
they poured a river of pure honey on his belly,
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Placed an ornate plate of sizzling turkey caressing
his demon lips.
The metamorphosis that occurred placed us in enigma,
Torrential snores of the giant were now being
disrupted,
The heavenly aroma of food had thoroughly tickled
Cupid zones of his
heart,
The smell of boiled toffee exploited his penchant for
sweets,
He flinched a couple of times before regaining
wholesome consciousness,
And when he stood upright, it was an astounding sight
for one to witness,
He stood 100 feet tall, with a long hair cascading
down his nape,
The GENTLE GIANT now ate the food with gusto,
Devouring occasionally mouthfuls of juice,
Quenching his thirst for the agonizing period of
sleep.
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A MODERN KITCHEN
Round colored balls of crystal glass,
oval shaped mugs of bone china,
engraved impressions of fish on thermos flask,
tiny cutglass bowls for consuming vodka,
heat resistant specimens of pressure cooker,
heavy safety valves curbing escape of steam,
circular rubber rings sewn with fire proof material,
frozen refrigerators cooling a factory of food,
hi-tech microwave boilers nursing unburnt meals,
hollow iron drums storing yearly food grain,
vibrating grinders for softening curd,
tetra burner cooking range warming milk,
large butcher knives for slicing jackfruit,
sleek bottle openers for releasing tin caps,
penta cavitied toasters for roasting bread,
large alloyed vessels for baking egg,
tri cylinder apparatus for filtering ground water,
slimy water bowls for wiping utensils,
corrugated iron sticks for grilled barbecue,
well spun coarse cloth for rubbing hands and stain,
shady compartments of exhaust vents,
obliterating traces of harsh light,
tin metal dishwasher scraping stubborn dirt,
cane baskets holding a bunch of spoon and fork,
small cuplets filled with
chilli ,pepper ,salt, corriander seed..... etc,
multifold light bulbs fastened to ceiling,
with dedicated housewives preparing mouth watering
dishes,
and a pitcher of beer on the granite slab,
is a glimpse of the 20th century modern kitchen.
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FREEDOM
I pedal my bicycle furiously,
at unearthly hour of midnight,
ripping past juicy breeze of the summer month,
with increasing pressure on coiled springs,
compressed in plastic interiors of cycle seat.
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frenzied movement of muscular leg,
thorough dismantle of combed hair,
watery mucus flowing through square nose,
body sac filled with pouches of exhilaration,
deactivating tense network of frayed nerve cell,
releasing trapped energies of my mind,
sweat drops of hate oozing out,
venom webs of complication snapping apart,
stale air gushing from wide open mouth,
cleansing dirt from contaminated platelets of blood,
i gradually arrive by the silent river side,
park my sleek bike on angular stand,
securing it with locked chain metal,
descend down the steps of the river,
splash my feet depleted of footwear,
with body blows of wind across my chest,
in the luke warm waters of the holy ganges.
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WHEN GOD OPENED HIS MOUTH
When the crimson crested parrot opened its mouth,
gruff sounds; astoundingly similar to humans emanated
from its beak.
when the elephant opened its mouth; hoisting its trunk
to speak,
a roaring echo diffused with volatile bursts of
emotion.
when the striped black leopard opened its ferocious
mouth,
there came out sounds resembling thunder clashing in
the sky,
silencing all animated commotion prevalent in the
township of jungle.
when the slime painted frog opened its cupid
mouth,
disenchanting notes of harsh music flooded the
atmosphere.
when the boisterous honey bee opened her tiny mouth,
sounds of infuriating buzzing dismantled the harmony
of air.
when handsomely coiled reptiles on the ground opened
their venom mouths,
poignant noises of hissing pierced the alacrity of
stringent breeze.
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when the cow in green pastures opened her amicable
mouth,
timid sounds of indolent mooing blended perfectly with
the succulent grass.
when the furry sheepskin dog opened its cannine tipped
mouth,
gruesome growls expurgated;initiating infinite hair on
body to stand.
when a bunch of humans opened their articulately
shaped mouths,
there came galloping fast;tales of intellect and
imagination.
and when the omnipresent personality of godhead opened
his mouth,
one could see the entire universe revolving inside,
undulating terrains ,turbulent sea's, flaming persona of
the sun, silver
silhouette of the moon,
dense tropical forests; sparkling waterfalls of crystal
water,
the creator sparingly uttered few words of wisdom,
embodied with the supreme aura of righteousness,
which was still the magical verse centuries after he
created man "TO LIVE AND
LET LIVE".
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HABITS
The crimson grey clouds have an obsessive habit to
cry,
inundate barren regions of earth with surplus amount
of fresh water.
the washerman has a stringent habit of washing blotted
cloth,
scraping tonnes of dirt with adroit strokes of wooden
batten.
the city traffic police have an impulsive habit of
waving their sticks,
cant help but do so, even when in realms of deep
sleep.
the soil has a bountiful habit of giving birth to
blades of wild grass,
when fed with paltry amounts of achromatic water.
the sheep on mountains have a routine habit of walking
in clusters,
weave their way through interspersed regions of the
jungle leaning on one
another.
the birds in the sky have extravagant habits of
chirping incessantly,
convey the innermost of their feeling via this medium
of coherent music.
the saline waters of sea are prone to habits of
crashing against chains of
rock,
falling with a loud thud on the shore when imparted
turbulence by the moon.
the milkman has an infuriating habit of delivering
milk in wee hours of the
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morning,
waking people up from domains of celestial sleep.
the dog has a noninvasive habit of barking
vociferously at strangers,
wagging its tail when jubiliant,in criss-cross
fashions dismantling the
harmony of air.
the venomous snake has lethal habits of consuming baby
milk,
injects its poison while relishing the same with
slender tongue.
politicians worldwide have chivalrous habits of making
promises,
fail to deliver the same when floating high in webs of
corruption.
striped lizards have denfensive habits of squirting
blood when attacked,
change their color with nonchalant ease to strangulate
unsuspecting prey.
i had an unrelenting habit of running till i found
paradise on earth,
bathe under the crystal springs of mesmerizing nature,
live in transcendental oblivion sheltered from
pragmatic realities of life.
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HAIR CUTTING SALOON
Thick mirrors of transparent glass,
slates of graphite stuck to wall,
big bottles of shaving foam,
flammable containers of liquid spray,
a tetra assembly of royal chairs,
with protruding headrests of cushioned rexin,
fluorescent light rods producing blue light,
arrays of scissors made of stainless steel,
razor switch blades in plastic shells,
brown hairbrush with artificial teeth,
polygonal cans of medicated shampoo,
soft white towels dipped in hot steam,
aromatic hair oil in copper tins,
giant clock hung to wall nail,
electronic hair drier suspended from a jugglery of
wires,
wooden boxes of talcum powder,
tantalizing odour of body cologne,
huge paint brush coated with black dye,
rectangular green tablets of antiseptic soap,
flocks of silky hair lying dead on the floor,
offering a wide range of services like,
haircut,massage,facial,bleach,
special shave and shampoo bath,
with an iron safe for stacking currency notes,
and a large tumbler of cool water,
shaping hairy demons to presentable gods,
as i stretch my legs,
in the crowded ambience of the hair cutting saloon.
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HAIRSTYLES
When i molded long strands of my hair into slender
curls,
fastening them with strings of sticky elastic rubber,
with infinite fibers of black cascading down like a
fountain,
my manly exteriors transited to those of a daintily
adorned teenage girl.
when i submerged the wild mass of my hair in an exact
liter of coriander
oil,
they slept in tranquil contentment on glistening
regions of my scalp,
refraining to budge an inch in stormy sheets of
inclement weather,
dying a disdainful death without savoring the true
taste of life.
when i sheared bulky loads of my hair with a pair of
pocket jacknife,
rustic pathces of my scalp potrayed an alien look,
the humming bees sung merrily on the barren islands,
my head now resembled polished briquette's of
coal;sprawled with white
powder.
when i camouflaged my scalp with beads of pure silver,
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adhering sedately to rudimentary bits of yellow gold,
it appeared as if possesed a dungeon of riches,
with parasitic individuals of the society pilfering
through my house of bare
brick.
when i tonsured my skull completely of hair,
gently plucking the last bits of floss with my knotted
fingers,
my scalp got scorched in acerbic rays of the sun,
sparkling a pure ivory white in resplendent beams of
the moon,
i was a grotesque sight to stare;as people offended me
with pools of ludicrous
laughter.
when i parted my hair in exact equal halves,
sprinkling the central rift with pinches of crimson
vermilon powder,
riveting braids of scented flower with scrupulous
proficiency,
i looked strikingly similar to the traditionally
living indian women.
and when i finally combed my hair with casual strokes
of the serrated brush,
splashing jagged stubs of my beard with revitalising
cologne,
kneading my hair vigorously with piquant extracts of
blue whale fish,
i could be sighted unanimously by one and all;as a
truly authentic volatile
man.
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HAIR
Bald patches of earth bore olive green hair of silken
grass,
which swayed frivolously with swift currents of winter
breeze.
snow white rabbits had a furry shock of hard hair,
galloped at electric pace through winding lanes of the
valley.
lethal alligators were adorned with a bush of needle
like hair,
glided with languid energy through deep waters of the
jungle river.
the maple trees possessed wild hair projecting from
their roots,
gave birth to a cluster of sweet fruit tumbling down
with sporadic outbursts
of wind.
pure bed sheets of silk had a plethora of feeble hair,
ready to get brutally crushed at instantaneous contacts
of bulky flesh.
the disheveled body of chameleon had sprouts of razor
edged hair,
tickled masses of insects,bare walls of brick as it
clambered up with
difficulty.
long handle of broomstick had infinite hair of cheap
cane,
scraped trapped molecules of dust and loiter from
remote corners of kitchen
walls.
the sparkling surface of ocean had ravishing hair of
salt,
struck colossal portions of jagged rock with
unparalled intensity of a wild
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tiger.
a bundle of crisp currency note had concealed hair of
ecstasy,
had the tumultuous power to purchase all animate
objects on mother earth.
all humans born had fragile bunches of hair emanating
from their scalp,
the same grew into islands inhabited by deceit and
lechery,
as advancing years crept,vanquishing immaculate hair
of childhood,
into traces of everlasting oblivion.
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HANDS
Hands can spin webs of magic,
some hands can sketch artistically,
some write in majestic fashion,
some can covert molten wax into jeweled statue,
some can rotate pointed spindles,
some can juggle multiple balls at a time,
some can compose exquisite poetry,
some chop living tree with axe,
some can swim through tidal currents,
some can repair dilapidated machinery,
some can create electronic toys,
some plough brown fields of undulating mud,
some distribute amenities of life,
some drive speedy race automobile,
some prepare delicious fodder for survival,
some can excavate oil from tunnels of earth,
some can stitch firmly loose fragments of cloth,
some can dance to beats of high pitched music,
some perform intricate surgery of heart,
some can play enthusing cricket,
some play masterly games of chess,
so far, so good,
but there are hands coated with blood,
stubby fingers ,unshaven hair,
merciless disposition,brutal force,
waiting to dismantle all the good,
tearing apart to complete shambles,
blissful personalities from earth like mine.
these constitute what we call,
hands of MOTHER DESTINY.
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HARMONY
Parrot green buds of nimble grass existed in harmony
with the soil,
sprawled with rampant ease engulfing acres of barren
land,
when the rain plummeted down from the sky in plenty.
a plethora of birds sailing at high altitudes lived in
harmony with the wind,
gliding like small angels with adroit strokes of their
wings,
traversing thousands of kilometers with the
sky, wind, and light as their
savior.
the slimy bodies of fish survived in complete harmony
with the sea,
swimming with their silken grace through tidal
currents of choppy spray,
procreating their offspring’s in salt tunnels of ocean
water,
having the tumultuous capacity of toppling
cruise liners,
when inhabiting the colossal form of smoke grey
whales.
the rustic stature of a country dog lived in harmony
with its tail,
wagging it with uninhibited passion while spotting a
friend,
curling it tightly between its legs when attacked by a
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hostile bunch of
humans.
a cluster of animated squirrel existed in perfect
harmony with the tree,
traversing through hollow cavities, aided by staccato
movements of their body,
munching and relishing sprouts of bountiful green
foliage.
freshly extracted pails of cream lived in co-ordinated
harmony with the cow,
oozing with melodious rhythm from her ripened teats,
satisfying insatiable desires of consuming
unadulterated milk.
millions of humans on earth survived in harmony with
sunlight,
thoroughly dependant on the first rays of dawn to
start work,
and pitch dark beams of night to fall in a sedative
trance,
a blissfully refreshing, celestial sleep.
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WHEN MY HEART CEASED TO FUNCTION
When sensitive tunnels in my eardrum stopped
functioning,
amicable voices of chirping birds failed to cast an
impression,
stringent sounds emanating from vocal chords of my
mother,
struck me as inaudibly sedative whispers of the girl i
immensely loved.
as rosy pink fangs of my tongue shut down without
prior notice,
there were insatiable urges to demonstrate my
emotions,
my face contorted with hapless paralysis,
with my whole being plunging into opalescent fountains
bereft of water.
when indispensable centers of my vision rebuked to
function,
hazy blobs of grayish scarlet inundated my eyeball,
intricate outlines of the moon resembled disheveled
chunks of ice-cream,
the catastrophe had marooned me on a paradise of
dreams,
divested of the philanthropic power to see.
as my stolid pair of my feet brusquely froze in their
advancing tread,
minuscule distances of the city; loomed menacingly as
marathon race tracks,
the simplistic idea of walking seemed bizarrely
austere,
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infinite compartments of my body tugged me towards
untimely slumber .
when clusters of my knotted fingers shunned to work,
mystical enigmas in my brain unleashed themselves at
frantic pace,
flowery lines of contemporary literature seemed to
erupt from my mouth,
with my manual apparatus unable to tranform fantasy
into written reality.
and eventually when boisterous threads of my heart
relinquished vibrations,
gallons of crimson blood flowing transited to deathly
blue,
rubicund complexion of my skin developed patches of
febrile yellow,
my moistened breath evaporated in its rudimentary
roots,
and i bid a tearful adieu to mother earth;which i had
inhabited as a man for
50 long years.
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A HEARTY BREAKFAST
I coated roasted bread periphery with surplus extracts
of cow butter,
stuffed hollow spaces between twin slices with
squashed tomato curry,
baked round crystalline egg to fluffy proportion,
crushed a pair of sour lemon to form appetizing juice,
flooded polished interiors of glass with blood red
wine,
sliced infinite biscuits of farm fresh radish,
blended chunks of mustard seed in huge jars of ground
well water,
dropped sizzling pieces of goat meat in gigantic foils
of silver,
ripped open olive green coconut shell with slender
butcher knife,
peeled wild skin of fleshy orange after feeble
resistance from the fruit,
decorated the slimy surface of exquisite marble,
with bulky slabs of chilly ice-cream,
sprinkled pinches of pure salt on visible patches of
spiceless food,
laid a cluster of hybrid grapes in minuscule baskets
of cane,
filled miniature soup bowls with clear paste of noodle
and garlic powder,
chopped with deft strokes of skill entangled bundles
of cauliflower root,
burnt sugar to chocolate brown in low rising flames of
electronic stove,
rubbed green chilli sticks with volatile force on my
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lifeless lips,
opened sliding glass panels of the green house roof,
to let in revitalising draughts of the mountain air,
reclined and sank in the plush upholstery of king
sized chair,
to relish the concoctions and recipe which were simply
for morning
consumption,
listening to enlightening tunes diffusing softly, from
plastic pellets of my
portable walkman.
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HELL AND BEYOND
Dragonflies entered entangled mass of my intestine,
black scorpions clambered up conical face,
venom spiders spun silky webs in my mouth,
red termites stung naked patches of my flesh,
colossal pythons embraced me in a strangle hold grip,
wild creepers curled themselves choking concealed
arteries of my throat,
sharp blades of sword caressed limp hair on my chest,
concentrated curry of salt was poured on body,
spiked leather whips lambasted(thrashed) salt soaked
regions of my back,
flaming embers of coal were placed in my eye,
a cluster of alligator were left berserk to roam
beside me,
a ball of pointed thorn was placed before me to eat,
buckets of fuming acid were emptied over my feet,
a plethora of sewage cockroach was thrown on scalp
hair,
i had just arrived a few hours ago,
the surface of land was scattered with dead bone and
skull,
there was gruesome darkness everywhere, without a trace
of dawn and light,
it was raining incessantly, with the rain drops being
of pure blood.
weeks elapsed as the torture continued unrelentingly,
a sudden spurt of blindness gushed past my eyes,
strong beams of light emanated from his persona,
a golden aura encompassed his facial contours,
he proclaimed himself to be the god of HELL,
enumerated the list of my brutal misdeeds on earth,
charging me with heinous crimes, murder, and assault on
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the innocent,
dictating orders to subservient followers of
tormenting me,
left as abruptly as he had appeared,
leaving me to bear the brunt of what we perceive in
common parlance,
as HELL AND BEYOND.
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HER HEALING ASHES
There were cubes of white ice strewn on the floor,
melting into paltry amounts of water when licked by
sunlight,
transiting into a solidified mass when kissed by the
placid moon,
i entered the room with a hand bleeding profusely,
inserted my palm beneath a slab of frozen liquid,
thereby ceasing the flow of trickling blood,
eliminating stabs of bursting pain with inexpensive
plaster of ice.
i was engulfed in a coat of mud slurry,
tonnes of broken debris lined collar and scalp,
ugly sores and bruises projected from several parts of
body,
that’s when i decided to step in the steaming shower,
scrubbed myself with huge tablets of antiseptic,
cleansed traces of moisture with blow dryer guns,
despite my valiant efforts,
the blood i noticed was still oozing.
i then applied stingy amounts of my mothers ashes,
which i had diligently preserved years after she died,
a magical transformation took place,
the scenario to witness was priceless and
spellbinding,
the stream of flowing blood froze in its roots,
hard crusts of brown now replaced the torn pulp,
tears of gratitude rolled down my cheek,
she still cared for me, couldnt see me in agonizing
sorrow,
she was still there with me in my time of distress,
sleeping with a celestial bliss in those grey ashes,
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which i had stashed safely within lock proof interiors
of my cherished safe.
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UNBIASED BEAUTY
I covered my body with pure silk garment,
sprinkled wild shrub extract on countless pores of
skin,
shaved my face of the minutest of hair with
Flintstone,
oiled scalp root hair till they shone like gold,
massaged my arms with sandalwood paste,
bathed in perfumed water cascading from the mountain,
rubbed teeth enamel with neem tree bark,
adorned eyelashes with wax mascara,
crushed lotus petals with my feet,
polished my nails with rose nail paint,
evacuated moistened sweat with cologne tissue,
slept on king sized bed filled with iced water,
walked through dungeons dripping with grape vine rain,
cut slices of peach with diamond studded knife,
rolled wildly in heaps of talcum powder,
transforming my wheatish flesh to snow white.
licked my lips with slimy tongue,
accentuating their blood red colour,
i then stared in the mirror,
awaiting kingly handsome flashes of reflection,
the thick glass reflector vomited artificial beauty,
echoed that true splendor lies in unbiased love,
residing deep in dormitories of throbbing heart"
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HIDE AND SEEK
The steaming island of sun played hide and seek amidst
the smoke grey clouds,
peeping sporadically with stringent tenacity,
filtering with flamboyant exuberance pallid spots of
the galaxy,
fumigating dirt and stench with antiseptic rays of
dazzling light.
tranquil contours of the moon played hide and seek
between brown sandwiches of
mountain,
illuminating the gruesome blackness of arid night,
stuck like perpetual glue to azure carpets
of the sky,
imparting placid waves of passionate moisture to
scorched patches of earth.
a cluster of woodpecker played hide and seek in an
ambience of foliated
trees,
chirping affable rhymes in melodramatic unison,
gliding no invasively past an assemblage of tall
hawthorn bush,
taking frequent dips ,submerging their weary in the
crystal stream of silken
white jungle water bodies,
truckloads of golden sawdust played hide and seek in
an environment of mighty
edifices,
blowing in feverish exhilaration with torrential
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draughts of wind,
incessantly covering exposed portions of stainless
glass pane,
intruding upon the intricate coat of snow white eye,
enveloping polished arenas of space with blotches of
disdainful mud.
articulate webs of conscience play hide and seek with
the good and bad,
yielding predominantly to insatiable desires of evil,
succumbing with languid ease to lucrative options of
crime,
seldom adhering to persevering routes of immaculate
truth,
falling prey to hollow caves of affluence and
superficial glamour.
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HINGES
The gigantic silhouette of neem tree rested on hinges
of tender roots,
embedded firmly at colossal depths from surface of
ground,
anchoring the mighty structure for centuries till it
swayed in the breeze.
polished teak doors studded with brass leaned on
hinges of pure metal,
thoroughly oiled, lubricated with whale fat grease,
maneuvering with dexterous ease at instants of
proximity with curled finger.
pearly white waters of the gurgling waterfall rested
on hinges of the bare
mountain,
plummeted down the barren slopes at breathtaking
speeds,
diffusing into Herculean amounts of frothy spray,
while colliding with the
obdurate trajectory of black rocks.
cat combed hives of the humming bee spun their homes
on hinges of foliage,
bustled with feverish activity through speeding hours
of the clock,
stuffing multiple pores of their tree top den,
with loads of freshly manufactured sickening sweet
honey.
a plethora of birds flew with spurts of newly found
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energy,
resting lucratively on broad hinges of their wings,
relished the supreme freedom of sighting the world
from infinite paces above
the ground.
i envisaged of sleeping on blissful hinges of love,
hinges luminating large with vibrant possession,
which could be provided only by unprejudiced feeling,
the person i possessed in mind, body, and spirit,
held captive deep within sensitive chambers of my
heart,
the person i cared for above all denominations of the
hollow society.
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THE HISTORY TEACHER
I listened with rapt attention to the sonorous voice,
my feet were locked in recesses of tight boot,
body besieged with several coats of salty sweat juice,
hands trapped in dark realms of trouser pocket,
loose chalk powder smeared on curls of scalp hair,
large palms soaked in a blend of fountain ink and
perspiration,
with a carton of paper sprawled before me,
bulky textbook volumes to be read for the day,
i was getting restless by the passing clock second,
as streaks of grey camouflaged the sky,
droplets of fresh monsoon pelted down in savage fury,
large masses of mundane crowd shouted in animated
glee,
while me and my counterpart mates absorbed the
stringent voice of our history
teacher.
the situation had risen beyond limits of tolerance,
our hearts throbbed in mounting excitement,
scorched bodies of ours bathed in pools of exhaustion,
each syllable he uttered struck us with magnified
intensity,
restless feet trampled the sun baked floor,
while our teeth clusters gnawed every possible inch of
object in proximity,
as we formulated mischivious plans of getting respite,
from crowded interiors of the obnoxious classroom.
we collected small pinches of red chilli extract,
ground it into small fragments of powder mix,
hurled it in chorused unison towards the man who
taught us in dedication,
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galloped out to smell waves diffusing from freshly
soaked mud,
as the history teacher held his face in contorted
dismay,
admiring the extravagant courage of aspiring youth
existing in the brand new
millenium.
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HOUSE BOAT
The straw brimmed hat bobbed on the surface of the
sea,
sleek motorboats churned through white froth of water,
pearly white shark glided harmlessly beneath a
plethora of marine shrub,
the sun blazed violently from behind dirty grey cloud
covers,
strong pouches of wind caused the waves to rise sky
high,
thereby toppling the hat into deep territories of the
emerald green ocean.
high powered torch beams cut tranquil stillness of the
night,
the huge mast danced tantalizingly in the breeze,
large walls of timber were coated with wax paint,
conical rooms were fitted with paraffin lamp,
there were a battalion of mice on the kitchen floor,
pungent aroma of maize whisky floated in the air,
a pandemonium of voices rose in chorused unison,
crackling fires burnt on the broad steel deck,
menacing octopus roasted on barbecue grills,
blasting tunes diffused from the programmed
loudspeaker,
gentle silver light of the moon engulfed their bodies,
big drops of the salt and mineral struck them in
frenzy,
the gypsies were having the time of their lives,
with several hours left before the next brilliant
dawn,
and a host of sea food bubbling in red hot steam of
the oven,
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as the two storeyed house boat gathered spurts of
speed,
galloping towards realms of the distantly stretched
black horizon.
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THE HOUSE LIZARD
Clawed feet stuck to concrete wall,
emanating wildly from my 10 cm body,
propagating sandpaper effect as i run,
traversing few miles of territory,
stealthily encroaching communities of insects,
nibbling spider with my lips,
gulping ants, mosquitoes, swarms of flies,
feasting myself on tender bird egg,
bread crumbs, stale fruit, cheese chunks, i ravish,
inhabiting faulty crevice in decayed plaster,
clinging all night to high voltage bulb,
breeding in pitch dark corners of gutter pipe,
several of my shape i procreate,
with tiny beads of twin black eyes,
shooting a fountain of blood when attacked,
climbing high rise structures devoid support,
i have a lengthy period of survival,
prowling boldly into the cleanest of environment,
flickering my tail when provoked by kin,
possessing the capacity to regenerate it,
i'll trespass in your house with informal ease, I need
no invitation,
0! yes i am indeed a dirty brown house lizard
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A HOUSE WITH SEA WATER
Reacting to wild suggestions of fantasy,
obsessive desires of throbbing heart,
maniacal flow of thoughts going berserk,
impulsive desires gaining momentum,
and rock hard sugarcane stalks melting in dry
compartments of my mouth,
i dreamt of the following,
chalking plans to reinforce it at some stage,
as and when,
my feet took complete stranglehold of the soil
on which i tread.
a king sized room riveted to tight cane roof,
tall slabs of wall made of white crystal mirrors,
towering columns carved of ultra light metal,
hollow interiors filled with saline sea water,
artificial springs of red liquid cascading down a
gallery of rock,
electric grey dolphins gliding with silken comfort,
infinite lotus shrub floating in tranquil peace,'
glass aquariums of fish suspended from golden rope,
i would then ride in my sea horse boat,
parading through an ambience of man-made sea,
speeding across undulating currents of condensed salt,
finally plunging myself head on,
into the tap warm waters of my created ocean,
swimming with the underwater fish for as long,
as my breath could last within dark brown jackets of
my lungs.
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HOUSES
If i lived in a house blended with ripened banana,
clusters of the fresh green fruit extruding in
abundance from the roof,
i wouldn't have to cook my meal; surviving handsomely
on slices of sugary
white pulp.
if i resided in a house made of invincible steel
bereft of corrugations,
and the beds being of molten iron curry,
i would seldom fall into bouts of sleep; roaming around
wildly in sheer
insomnia.
if i dwelt in a house impregnated with fearsome
alligator skin,
bold premonitions of the monster encroaching would
nictitate in my mind,
prompting me to sweat even in the freezing winter
night.
if i occupied a house painted with cow dung plaster,
with fresh cakes of goat manure adhered to the floor,
the preposterous stench would suffocate me to
unwarranted death.
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if i slept in a house made of articulate time pieces,
the needle hands ticking in obstreperous unison,
i would continue to inhabit this earth with a niggling
conciousness of
evanescent time.
if i occupied a house with symmetrical holes in the
roof,
with barren spaces impersonating clerestory windows,
water would cascade down torrentially in the monsoon,
transforming my abode into a sea of fresh liquid.
if i established my entity in a house juxtaposed with
slabs of yellow gold,
also an incessant cascade of sparkling silver from the
tall roof,
i would be sure of wasting the remainder of my life
counting the affluence i
possessed.
and if by chance i procured a house in sacrosanct
realms of heaven,
with fairy god mothers flying around,
the philanthropic personality of almighty ready to
converse with me all day,
i would consider myself as someone blessed with the
most cherishable house of
all.
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THE HUMAN BREATH
It occurs all day and night,
through hairy pipes of soft flesh,
contracting and expanding the lung apparatus,
consuming vital oxygen from atmosphere,
bellowing crisp draughts of air in blood,
inflating belly pouches for flash seconds,
imparting vibrant energy to pounding heart,
embracing throat windpipe with soft cushion,
prompting production of waste in chambers of gas,
reinforcing body defense to disease,
radiating natural air conditioning in flesh stuck to
skeleton,
regenerating worn out tissue cells,
purifying dark red liquid flowing through veins,
filtering shell stones from kidney sac,
heating cheek and ear when done rapidly,
reinvigorating intricate parts of brain,
occurring in gasps, shallow inhalation, puffed
sensations,
even at work while in deep waters,
impossible to be stopped for more than a minute,
an involuntary reflex possesed by all living,
striking against sticky nasal foreign matter,
while entering the body,
is the beautiful and reliable human breath.
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TRANSITIONS
Dusty demeanor of the stone transited to sparkling
grey,
as big crystal drops of rain fell in frenzy from the
sky,
diffusing into multiple bubbles of clear froth,
evacuating streaks of dirt from morbid exteriors,
abandoning it with glowing tinges of torrential rain.
dilapidated walls of the tumble down hut transited to
fortified enclosures,
as whirlwinds of silver sands struck them with brutal
force,
steel grey waves of the sea deposited gallons of
water,
and coconut trees shed their leafy clothes in plenty,
enveloping bare shivering walls of the coastal
mansion,
with loads of compassion and benevolent warmth.
pitchers full of frosty milk transited to solid jelly,
when injected with volatile currents of frozen air,
placed on bulky slices of transparent ice,
exposed to bitter cold conditions of alps laden with
snow,
the luke warm cow milk found no remorse,
yielding to vagaries of weather,magical prowess of
frozen water.
hearts in tumultuous agony transited to fainter shades
of sorrow,
as a person sobbed hysterically losing refined degrees
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of control,
saline tears rolling down his victimised cheek,
filtering colossal burdens from spaceships of mind,
releasing a flurry of emotions cascading down as salt
water,
revitalizing him of the overwhelming distress and the
mountain of misdeeds,
he lay listlessly sunk deep beneath.
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I FELT GOOD
I felt good while swimming in choppy waves of the
tidal sea,
diving underwater to have subtle glimpses of the
aquatic fish.
i felt good gnawing at the rudimentary apple
protruding from the tall tree,
ripping apart succulent chunks of the fruit with
boisterous fervor.
i felt good plucking dead grass from nimble soil of
earth,
tickling my ear with a blend of humid mud and spongy
tufts of grass.
i felt good when i drank pure extracts of violet grape
vine,
slept like a demon relinquishing the agonies of
routine life.
i felt good when i stared at the enchanting demeanour
of the sky,
spent all night counting innumerable numbers of
resplendent stars.
i felt good when marooned without aid on an desolate
island,
leading life in solitary calm, catching small fish with
thorny sticks of wild
bush.
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i felt good when i perceived my childhood in
transparent fossils,
visualizing myself clinging tightly to the plump
silhouette of my mother.
i felt good when clambering steep slopes of the
mountain,
pilfering the loose soil with large treads of my
rustic feet.
i felt good when sprinkled with bountiful amounts of
lotus spray,
rolled on stone cold arenas of floor with my body clad
in royal silk garment.
i felt good when whistling indigenous tunes
sitting on my mud house
roof,
coating barren walls of my dwelling with cakes of
cowdung plaster.
i felt good working with scrupulous care; perspiring in
the fuming sun,
being thoroughly applauded for the onerous tasks i had
accomplished.
i felt good in close proximity of her tender arms,
her Luke warm breath drifting down my nape,
the mystical spell of her love embracing me in a vice
like grip forever.
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I SAW
I saw big shards of glass hurtle down the multi-floored
building,
i saw well oiled elevators bounce on cushioned spring,
i saw sparkling river water transit black at sunset,
i saw spongy tufts of grass with gold patches of
castor oil,
i saw thin needle levers of watch complete clockwise
journeys,
i saw hungry street dogs devour chunks of left over
meal,
i saw steaming hot tea extract being poured in tapered
glass mug,
i saw expensive ball point refill full with condensed
ink,
i saw sandstone palaces basking in silver light of the
moon,
i saw boiled candy sweets in air tight bottles of blue
crystal,
i saw coiled python skin crushing its prey to death,
i saw snow white shoes with jet black knotted laces,
i saw emerald green coconuts containing ripened sweet
water,
i saw shabbily attired beggars with bruised metal
bowls,
i saw twin winged aircraft rolling on the carpeted
tarmac,
i saw an army of ant with food grain stuffed in their
antenna,
i saw gigantic fluffs of cotton leaking from dwarf
potted plant,
i saw barrels of kerosene stacked neatly at the
grocery store,
i saw a bunch of hard banana projecting from forked
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tree branch,
i saw towering church spires with king sized bells of
brass,
i saw blood red wine adhering to polished interiors of
champagne bottle,
i saw power propelled water craft churning through the
sea,
i saw barbaric Tarzan swing merrily on twined bamboo
roots,
i saw dark grey lizards on infinite spots of house
wall,
i saw splendid portraits of articulately carved Indian
god,
i saw wooden bridges with side margins of puristic
ivory,
i saw hunch backed camel strolling through parched
terrain of the desert,
i saw frozen balls of snow tumble down slopes of the
Swiss mountain,
i saw ultra light butterflies float gently in moisture
laden air,
i saw brittle hen eggs simmering in intense fury of
the gas flame,
i saw fat cubes of molten cheese stored in cool
comforts of the freezer tray,
i saw square shaped sodium bulbs burning incessantly
through the night,
i saw gold rings studded with several diamonds cut in
semicircular shape,
i saw acres of farm land with straw stuffed statues of
gruesome scarecrow,
i saw a cluster of tiny wooden sticks coated with
fillings of fire lead,
i saw tablets of pink soap lying dormant on chipped
slabs of marble,
i saw toy fairy dolls with twin pairs of sapphire blue
eyes,
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i saw heaps of black charcoal stashed within open
spaces of timber wood,
i saw live shows of stars in the London planetarium,
i saw pools of achromatic saliva decaying in vicinity
of hospital bed,
i saw mammoth footsteps of elephant feet embedded in
loose soil,
i saw the stars twinkle in exuberance at the onset of
twilight,
i saw the sea waves rise to a crescendo as clouds
wept torrential rain,
i saw menacing vultures tearing away flesh stuck
firmly to tender bones,
i saw tantalizing black cloth fluttering in the rustic
breeze,
i saw streaks of deathly silver flash across the
ravishing sky,
i saw beads of multiple pearls pop out from humid
recesses of oyster shell,
i saw denim grey whales toppling huge assembly of
concrete ship,
i saw carved blades of ceiling fan flood the ambience
with fresh air,
i saw the gardener sprinkle tepid water on bald
patches of mud,
i saw the ambulance zip across the city at electric
speeds,
i saw gutter water oozing out from neglected pores of
sewer drains,
i saw the humming bee depositing gallons of sickening
sweet nectar,
i saw the cricket ball soaring high in the mass of
lowly suspended cloud,
i saw snake leather purse inhabiting pockets of cotton
trouser,
i saw gaudy colored posters projecting from
air-conditioned cinema halls,
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i saw a battalion of soldiers marching through
territories of upright thorn,
i saw people beating drum with long sticks of sliced
bamboo,
i saw bundle of holy thread crisscrossed on sweaty
palm,
i saw frogs croaking noisily at amazing depths of the
century old well,
i saw wild shrub grow on barren landscapes after
initial spells of rain,
i saw sail boats containing fish tied to pier
abutments,
i saw the pouched kangaroo take volatile leaps through
the jungle,
i saw the mesmerizing idol of lord Buddha in stone and
studded gold,
i saw bicycle tyre trampling tonnes of compact earth
road,
i saw exquisite curtain drapery obscuring harsh rays of
midday sun,
i saw dark green leaves of full grown lotus flower,
i saw the steep slope of the hair raising valley,
i saw crumbs of bread slice roasting in heat
compartments of the toaster,
i saw icy bed sheets of lake water,
i saw the mighty snatching wealth from the feeble and
weak,
i saw brutal terror prevalent in minute quarters of
the globe,
i saw the earth burdened by evil doings of fellow
beings,
i thought i had seen enough,
my mind was bursting like a volcano with traces of hot
lava,
it was time to put brakes on weird mental imagery,
reinforce intricate body mechanisms with,
holistic amounts of blissful sleep.
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I STOOD BENEATH
i stood beneath the gurgling waterfall plummeting down
the mountain slope,
with icy coats of air slapping my face,
felt tingling sensations creep all over my exhausted
persona,
drowning me in an ocean of unfathomable euphoria.
I stood beneath blazing roof of the fiery sunball,
A swarm of flies buzzed incoherently in my ear,
Blistering carpets of heat stabbed fragile pores of my
skin,
As I bathed in the vicinity of the open street in
ponds of perspiration.
I stood beneath the dense camouflage of leafy tree,
Melodious rhymes of the cuckoo entangled frayed nerves
of my mind,
Rain showers of water diffused from the clouds,
I slept on the bed of wet jungle weed with colored
grape fruit strewn beside
me.
I stood beneath a roof of pure silk cloth,
Ultra thin threads of floss tickling my nostrils,
The aura of luxury encapsulating impoverished zones of
my mind,
Drifting me temporarily away from pragmatic realities
of life.
I stood beneath the mystical idol of god all life,
Praying incessantly without reprieve,
Refraining from cumbersome work and daily tasks,
Visualizing quintals of grey notes to cascade from the
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statue,
My reverie was abruptly broken ,
I heard in disdain the message floating loud and
vibrant,
The idol admonishing me to perspire and bleed,
Shed costly tears in abundance, develop stains of mud
on my immaculately white
shirt,
To pay the rent for the iota of space I occupied on
mother earth.
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I WALKED BAREFOOT
When i walked barefoot on a cushion of jungle thorn,
the blazing sun boiling moist portions of bald earth,
with blistering waves of heat stabbing naked spots on
my skin,
i felt a rich gravy of blood trickle at rapid pace
from my sole.
when i walked barefoot on dying embers of seasoned
lumber
sparks of red coal flying sporadically in the air,
a blend of grey ash and mud stinging my tender eye,
i felt like a slaughtered chicken with tumultuous
numbness enveloping my
body.
When I walked barefoot on frozen coats of ice,
Icy winds of snow caressing my unwashed hair,
With mercury dipping an abysmal low below freezing,
I felt blood in infinite veins of my body starting to
transit into a solid
curry of cold water.
When I walked barefoot on a large slab of cake,
The heavenly aroma of crushed cherry tickling starved
hair of my nostril,
An icing of molten sugar now juxtaposed with my toe
nail,
I felt concentrated waves of euphoria descend down my
entity.
When I walked barefoot on the luxury coffin holding
one of my kin,
Ghastly blows of sorrow encompassing my trembling
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body,
Hysterical sobs emanating from dormant regions of my
throat,
I felt as if the world had come to a mute standstill,
The creator had promptly vanished,
leaving me deserted, to face the worst agony walking
barefoot.
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I WANTED TO PAINT
I wanted to paint ornate flower petals with spring
water,
swallow the residue of perfumed liquid dripping down
its stalk.
i wanted to paint blue chipped marble floors with
freshly extracted cow
butter,
roll violently in the grease for several days on the
trot.
i wanted to paint chicken flesh with hot ginger curry,
boil it in steaming water blended with a plethora of
vegetable.
i wanted to paint bare walls of the castle in crimson
color,
engrave mystical designs on it with my uncut
fingernail.
i wanted to paint tall poles of the maple tree with
extremely saline sea
water,
lick as long as my tongue could last, spicy patches of
tree shivering in the
breeze.
i wanted to paint my toenails with brilliant red dye,
dance on the sun with blistering light filtering
through delicate pores of
skin.
i wanted to paint my hair with golden honey,
expose them to the atmosphere for the birds to feed.
i wanted to paint barren patches of land with blades
of lush green grass,
sprinkle the infertile land with gargantuan amount of
goat manure.
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i wanted to paint white canvas with swashbuckling
strokes of feather brush,
draw a sketch depicting blissful territories of the
globe.
i wanted to paint immaculate walls of her heart with
my thick blood,
pray that the scripture lays imprisoned for decades
till we exist.
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I WANTED
I wanted to be a part of the kingly orchestra,
dance wildly all night flexing dormant muscles of my
body.
i wanted to swing in silky webs weaved of spider
thread,
drown in the saline ocean amidst an ambience of grey
whale.
i wanted to devour large chunks of unripened banana,
roll in silver sands with awesome amount of rain
tumbling down.
i wanted to smell the sugary aroma of brilliant red
rose,
bathe in shower taps oozing an incessant flow of
golden honey.
i wanted murky clouds soaked in sandalwood to tickle
hair in my nostril,
swim through frightening deep areas of the water pool.
i wanted tonnes of salt in the food i consumed,
walk on sparkling floor smeared with rich quality
grease.
i wanted a compact wrist watch studded with roman
numerals,
sleep all night in a cane straw house high up in
twined branches of neem
tree.
i wanted to plunge into the dark valley with a
parachute attached,
sip violet grape juice at painstaking speeds from the
crystal glass.
i wanted to gallop across mighty currents of african
wind,
feed the fishes in the tank with minuscule grub and
crushed bone.
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i wanted to help all in distress and afflicted with
pain,
earn gargantum amount of wealth to achieve the same.
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IF ONLY I WERE GOD
If i were god,
i would put sea in land,
gold liquid in blood veins,
send rain with currency notes attached to droplets,
transform all humans to aquatic fish,
having a mermaid like disposition,
living in all equality with bundles of salt,
rebuke the sparse few, left on land,
for their plethora of misdeeds,
charging them with the highest treason,
sweeping them away like piece of dirt,
with cheap broomsticks of twined bamboo.
then there would be,
no poverty, indiscreet trampling of deprived,
no panic stricken, aggrieved , mutilated,
no innocent assaulted ,
by powerhouses of wealth and illegitimate pride,
no shivering in chilly winters,
no dying of sun strokes,
no scope for inflicted brutalism,
no supply of hazardous narcotic,
absolute prohibition of life ending liquor,
manufactured in dilapidated breweries,
complete harmony amongst all tribes in flesh,
beheading sinful chapters of mutual racism,
dulling the nerves of rampant blood shed,
elimination of traumatized anecdotes,
of premature death,
through vehicular clashes,
air, water and rail collisions,
no mammoth crowds flocking for ,
oil, petrol, gas, essential fodder for survival,
no palaces for some,
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and unbaked cow dung plaster huts for others,
uprooting all kinds of glamour ,
reinforcing it with simplistic existence,
no indecent portrayal of stalwarts,
sacrificing personal lives, releasing us from jaws of
captivity,
no inflation, unauthorised storage of food grain,
no urchins left like garbage,
in clammy interiors of unkempt orphanages,
i would evaporate every trace of crime,
with complete equality nestling in all quarters,
all this and a host to follow,
as i wish and pray fervently,
if only i were God.
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IF ONLY
If only sunshine replaced gloomy nights of winter
cold,
if only tufts of grass replaced barren patches of
infertile land,
if only cars replaced filthy exteriors of tumbledown
bus,
if only tropical juice replaced beer mugfulls of
contaminated water,
if only yards of silk replaced yellow rolls of
threadbare cotton,
if only compressed honey biscuits replaced hard loafs
of bacterial bread,
if only petroleum extract replaced illegal sales of
noxious kerosene,
if only hi-tech computers replaced quintals of school
paper stationary,
if only white sparkling marble replaced unpolished
fragments of cheap tile,
if only silver spoons replaced their counterpart mates
engraved in thick
plastic,
if only mirrors replaced morbid walls with crumbling
plaster,
if only exquisite snake leather replaced large purses
of inferior suede,
if only golden sodium lights replaced dim emissions of
fluorescent tubes,
if only luxury air-conditioner replaced Luke warm air
draughts of ceiling
fan,
if only fecund soil mass replaced colossal
plains of scorched sand,
if only varnished mahogany replaced plaintive sheets
of ordinary wood,
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if only balls of white snow replaced dry laden winds
of boiling heat,
if only gold coins replaced all kinds of stone strewn
on the ground,
if only affluence replaced poverty residing in all
domains of the globe,
then we would seldom pray to the supreme creator,
his quota of responsibilities thus fading into
oblivion,
each of us would then transit to super gods breathing
for eternity,
in a strife free world bestowed with undeserved riches
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TRANQUIL GREEN PASTURES
Tender green tufts of emerald green sponge,
riveted firmly to fertile landscapes of earth,
dancing to sedate tunes of swashbuckling breeze,
growing at rapid paces in a blend of manure and fresh
water,
feasting on nutritious rays of unadulterated sunlight,
greedily devouring tap water sprinkled at spaced
intervals of time,
glowing sedately in artificial lights of sodium bulb,
submerged in ponds of placid moonshine,
a bountiful warehouse of red ant and earth worm,
the green grass meadows were a breathtaking sight,
oblivious to the vagaries of jet paced life.
Cows grazed quietly trampling the grass cushions,
Long beaked cranes nibbled at pieces of left over
corn,
Wild pigs gulped loads of untreated sewage,
Petite fleshy ducks floated in tank water,
Thoroughbred horses galloped in enclosures of wire
mesh,
Athletic rabbits leaped with long strides of feet,
Wide winged eagles glided harmlessly through the sky,
It all seemed set for yet another day fading,
When finally the amber ball of sun hid behind the
mountain,
Encompassing the tranquil green pastures with,
Tarpaulin covers of pitch dark night.
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HOLDING BACK
If we held back our thunderous laughter,
boisterous episodes of joy would get crucified in
dungeons of sorrow,
accompanied by hysterical sobbing at times of ecstatic
jubilation.
if we held back our breath for more than few seconds,
the body would feel choked and suffocated,
we would inadvertently release the same with
exhilarated sighs and gasps.
if we held back saline tears from dribbling down,
we would become brutally cold to pragmatic realities of
death,
would soon become insane and misfits to exist in the
society.
if we held back outrageous anger from expurgating out,
outbursts of violence would strangulate our heart,
leading to imprisoned feelings of savage vindication.
if we held back our sneeze from diffusing out into
frothy spray,
crusts of moist mucus would get deposited in our
nostril,
causing inevitable sensations to occasionally finger
our nose.
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if we held back our coats of nails from growing tall,
they would forcibly find a way to flourish,
piercing through the plethora of sophisticated armory
placed beside them.
if we held back our speech from making obstreperous
noise,
the fleshy organ of our tongue would decay, trapped
between a cluster of
teeth,
dying a natural death in hollow ambience of mouth.
if we held back dazzling yellow pools of water in our
bladder,
the spongy caricature of body would feel overwhelmingly
restless,
the liquid would spasmodically gush out after few
hours of feckless control.
if we held back unsurpassable feelings of holistic
love,
there would be frugal purpose in this life to exist,
we would simply waste precious years bestowed upon us
to breathe as humans.
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AROMATIC HAIR OIL
Thick shock of jet black hair,
sprawled languidly on white domes of hard mass,
stuck to skin with offshooting pores,
sprouting from umpteenth prickly roots,
sizzle in hot rays of the sun,
heating their periphery with flashes of fire,
scorching patches of flesh on which they stand,
with readily absorbed natural solar energy,
hairy follicles shine in radiance,
parted to high degrees of comfort,
compressed by electric hot wind guns,
blowing air over silky strands,
shaping them to angled perfection,
with abundant supply of white allergic powder,
sliding down the black stalks,
filling virgin cavities with white plagued dust,
an obnoxious termite for the natural sheath of black,
an alien relative of disdainful proportion,
resulting in premature wearing of hair mass,
shrinking, shrivelling, withering, the most precious
component,
of breathing souls ,
the only solution being,
mega sized hollow glass bottles,
tightly corked and transparent,
filled with aromatic hair oil.
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IN EVERY BIT OF
In every bit of white enamel engulfing teeth; there
sleeps calcium,
in every bit of morbid stone; there sleeps a radiant
crystal,
in every bit of green grass; there sleeps a blissful
dew drop,
in every bit of scorched sand; there sleeps a penchant
for rain,
in every bit of blood strewn on the floor; there sleeps
tumultuous pain,
in every bit of scalp hair emanating; there sleeps
white flakes of dandruff,
in every bit of time piece wound on the wrist; there
sleeps hands of hour and
unleashing minute,
in every bit of dazzling sun ball; there sleeps
indispensable beams of
stringent light,
in every bit of the century old mansion; sleeps
compressed briquettes of dust,
in every bit of satiny web lingering from the
wall; there sleeps an innocuous
spider,
in every bit of sapphire blue sky; there sleeps an
innocuous cloud,
in every bit of castor seed oil; there sleeps a
ravishing fragrance,
in every bit of copious saliva; there sleeps an army of
germ,
in every bit of woven gold mattress; there sleeps a
royal king,
in every bit of poetic verse; there sleeps an enigmatic
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meaning,
in every bit of scarlet rose; there sleeps a wrinkled
petal,
in every bit of pachyderm feet; sleeps
polished nails of ivory,
in every bit of mother's heart; there sleeps perennial
affinity,
in every bit of fiendish monster; there sleeps
perpetual animosity,
and in every bit of the omniscient creator; there
sleeps magnanimous love.
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IN ORDER TO WIPE MY SINS
In order to wipe sweat trickling down my nape; I used a
large bandanna,
in order to wipe blotches of mud from my demeanor; I
used a soft towel,
in order to wipe scalding tea from my shirt; I used a
colossal palm leaf,
in order to wipe invincible stains of crimson betel; I
used stringent
antiseptic,
in order to wipe agglutinated paint from the wall; I
used a blend of water and
salt,
in order to wipe tonnes of sawdust from the pellucid
glass; I used a fluffy
brush of handsome cotton,
in order to wipe sumptuous grape vine from the
barrel; I used my tongue,
in order to wipe oleaginous grease from live grass; I
used micro thin bristles
of brush,
in order to wipe disdainful sewage from earth; I used a
pair of dry twigs to
incinerate,
in order to wipe saline tears from her eyes; I used my
strong palm,
in order to wipe immaculate chalk from the
blackboard, I used a rosewood
duster,
in order to wipe incongruous thorns from the mystical
grave; I used a forked
pickaxe,
in order to wipe blood oozing profusely from my
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wounds; I used a concoction of
whisky and sponge,
in order to wipe erroneous blunders in
pronunciation; I used the dictionary,
in order to wipe mascara from her dainty eyes; I used
my luscious red lips,
in order to wipe my bowels clean of debris; I used a
well spun sanitary towel,
in order to wipe brackish footprints of my triangular
feet; I used soft
detergent,
in order to wipe flakes of white powder from my scalp;
i vociferously used an
extract of medieval roots,
in order to wipe venomous poison from her cheek; I
articulately used my teeth
and withdrew,
in order to wipe moisture from sequestered interiors
of my home; I made use of
fumigating sunlight,
and in order to wipe the heinous sins I committed this
existing life; I took
birth for infinite decades,
harnessing the void created with my precious blood
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THE INNER VOICE OF MIND
I thought of swimming in the sparkling waters of the
lake,
the inner voice of mind held me back saying,
deathly green waters will suck you deep within the
point of no return.
i mused on skiing down the ice clad mountain,
the inner voice of mind refrained me from doing so,
as mighty avalanches of snow would strangulate me,
burying me a few feet beneath the frozen coat of
spring water.
i pondered on penning a few lines of composition,
the inner voice of mind made strong inroads of denial,
saying that the carbon ink was sure to leak,
creating embarrassed smudges on the flawless sheet of
paper.
i speculated on investing in the stock market,
the inner voice of mind guffawed in pools of laughter,
admonishing me from proceeding forward,
as the entire index would collapse within seconds of
my investment.
i visualized gulping large barrels of tropical coconut
water,
the inner voice of mind stringently halted my stream
of fantasy thought,
reinforcing my mind with obnoxious visions of the
water containing traces of
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snake poison.
i perceived of spending my life with the person who
loved me,
as usual the inner voice of mind prompted me to alter
my course of action,
acquainting me of the dire consequences likely to
follow,
this time though beats of my heart were stronger than
tunes of mind,
facilitating me to work antagonistic to the mind,
execute a perception into pragmatic reality,
despite the precarious influence of INNER VOICE OF
MIND.
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VEHICULAR RUBBER
the inflated swell of vehicular rubber,
with soft rectangular indentations,
help captive in circular hollow of the tyre,
traverses speedily along well binded metallic roads,
crushing dried leaves, trampling unkempt wild weeds,
fixed and stuck to metallic plates,
with radiating spikes, midget spokes of steel,
maneuvering sharply across barren concrete landscape,
with deft strokes to the driving wheel,
firm slanted pressure to the compressible gas pedal,
and coherent articulate movement of the gear shift
machinery,
the tyre treads race through wet mud roads,
leaving behind trails of woven patterns,
resembling dead sticks of unconsumed sugarcane,
a sudden whirring noise encapsulates the atmosphere,
as tonnes of dust blow,
silencing the crux of exuberant activity,
brakes wailing in cacophonic unison,
tyre chunks bleeding against mass of hardened mud,
creating asymmetrical rings of disdainful dust,
the main culprit being,
a cluster of metallic pins, in hot agony,
strewn in savage random proportions,
waiting to trap innocent preys of vehicular rubber,
inserting themselves into thickened rubber flesh,
squeezing out macro plumage of air mass, a
rendering the spongy sheath of solidified rubber,
into distorted piles of mangled junk.
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IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE
It was impossible to inhale air without twin
bifurcation of nostrils,
sustain life with nonchalant ease; for more than an
wholesome minute.
it was impossible to walk without angularly sculptured
legs,
viciously kick grey boulders of stone; acting as
barricade's in unveiling
path.
it was impossible to scribble literature without
articulate synchronization of
hands,
emboss exquisite lines of calligraphy on naked sheets
of bond paper.
it was impossible to segregate minuscule threads of
color without immaculate
vision,
distinguish between the good and gruesomely bad;
lurking on this earth.
it was impossible to decimate food into supple
chowder; without strong
teeth,
produce gregarious smiles in tandem; when frivolously
appreciated.
it was impossible to secrete saliva without rosy pink
organ of tongue,
rebuke people with loads of spit; in response to their
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uncouth deeds.
it was impossible to uproot concrete edifices with
bare hands,
amalgamate sapphire arenas of sky with the periphery
of monotonous earth.
it was impossible to operate the hi-tech computer
without a plethora of
software chips,
type a battalion of literature at swashbuckling
speeds.
it was impossible to quench thirst without gallons of
fresh water,
assassinate intractable blotches of dirt; agglutinated
to clean cloth.
it was impossible to die without abrupt closure of
tangible heart beat,
infinite cells of animation; freezing in the body.
and it was impossible to live without loving a person
in heart; body; and
spirit,
dedicating marathon hours in life; harnessing that
perpetual affinity.
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IT WAS NICE
It was nice fondling silken curls of your mesmerizing
hair,
it was nice drenching your persona in icy cool pints
of jungle water,
it was nice tickling your ear with serrated feather of
protuberant crested
pigeon,
it was nice painting your cheek with shades of
resplendent color,
it was nice hoisting you several floors above the
ground on my shoulder,
it was nice blowing puffs of tingling breath in your
crystalline eyes,
it was nice feeding your voluptuous mouth; with slices
of fresh pineapple,
it was nice embossing preambles of fathomless love in
your heart,
it was nice provoking you to pugnacious realms of
anger;witnessing your
acrimonious face,
it was nice guiding you past the congested
street;clasping your hands in
mine,
it was nice slapping you in intense
indignation; succeeded by passionate
kisses,
it was nice swimming with you through waters of the
choppy ocean,
it was nice draping you in grandiloquent floss of
silk; staring at you for
hours immemorial,
it was nice camouflaging your profusely bleeding
wounds; with strips of my
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holistic skin,
it was nice obliterating you from acrimonious beams of
light; with my web of
scalp hair,
it was nice instigating you into ludicrous
laughter; observing mystical
outlines of your teeth,
it was nice helping you a accomplish a plethora of
household task; prepare
sumptuous tea for you at dusk,
it was nice recounting enchanting
fantasies; incorporating your fragile brain
with tumultuous strength,
it was nice uttering your captivating name every
unveiling minute of the day,
it was nice iterating my omnipotent love to you all
day,
it was nice pestering you to go to sleep; cuddled like
a fairy beneath a golden
quilt,
but let me tell you sweetheart it would be nicer still
;if you were to be my
lover,
for countless births we traverse on this earth as
philanthropic humans.
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TRACES OF ADULTERATION
Floating specks of dirt occupied drinking water,
paltry amounts of venom seemed abundant in gelatin
capsule,
the tribal liquor had extracts of sedative nicotine,
sliding door of luxury car contained an impurity of
threadbare plastic,
polished chunks of pure marble had reinforcements of
loose mud,
rich granules of food grain were blended with sharp
glass and stone,
navy blue solution of carbon ink was filled partially
with chalk,
glossy sheets of milled paper possessed tinges of raw
jute,
100 percent mixture of concrete had mammoth amounts of
burnt brick,
gallons of consumable milk was adulterated with tap
water,
finely ironed currency note lived in harmony with its
fake counterpart,
natural sea water developed traces of oil and thick
grease,
round biscuits of gold reflected sparse territories of
faded bronze,
meticulously printed ancient literature was remixed to
music album,
fertile clay mud resembled a vast assemblage of strewn
insecticide,
winter caves with drooping icicles were displayed in
exhibitions,
plastic exteriors of the monsoon raincoat had
invisible patches of colored
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cloth,
a cluster of hybrid mango tasted like acid when
dissolved in salivary bud,
there was inflation prevalent in all quarters of
global society,
the only thing it was unable to imprison,
was the heart pumping at full speeds, nestling in
chamber rooms of true
conscience.
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TORTURE
They made me sit on ugly bare current chair,
clasped my hands with rusty iron wire,
strangled my neck with metal plaster,
dragged my feet in boiling effluent,
tore my scalp with steel toothed combs,
pierced my nail in halves with knife,
coated my face with acidic tar,
broke my nose with gruesome fist blows,
stitched my lips with needle and thread,
engraved designs on flesh with rusty pins,
severed bunch of veins with carpenter saw,
divested me of water for long hours,
enclosed my face in jute bags,
containing an army of African wild rat,
whipped me with leather skin dipped in salt curry,
unclothed me in the chilly night,
sprayed obnoxious petrol with large hosepipes,
punctured my features to look like a ghost,
left me hanging in dangling chains,
in dilapidated comforts of crumbling roof,
i then lost faith in the reigning creator,
who put blood in my flesh, pumped oxygen in my chest,
which now converted into complete shambles,
agony groans echoing through walls of confinement,
my eyes finally closed in submission,
ending the ordeal, sealing bleeding pores of my body.
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I WAS NOT GOD
I wanted to be like the opalescent flame of the wax
candle,
Which burnt unrelentingly; even when caressed by wild
draughts of wind.
I wanted to be like the sheet of pellucid glass,
Which didn’t diffuse into splinters; even on deafening
collision with obdurate
ground.
I wanted to be like the tall and majestic edifice,
Which stood like an immaculate angel; even after
bearing the brunt of flood and
crimson fire.
I wanted to be like the turbulently moving silver
sedan,
Clambering steep slopes of the treacherous
terrain; with exorbitant ease.
I wanted to be like the aircraft with twin pairs of
ivory wings,
That hovered high in the sky for times
immemorial; bereft of life yielding
fuel.
I wanted to be like the ship clad in sheets of
fortified iron,
Which refrained from sinking; even when attacked by a
battalion of blue whale.
I wanted to be like the succulent leaf on the maple
tree,
Which remained blissfully green; even when its
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counterparts withered to the
tyranny of autumn heat.
I wanted to be like the glittering spires of the
century old temple,
Which didn’t show signs of rust; even after marathon
years of construction.
I wanted to be like the steaming brown filter coffee,
Which never got stale and cold; even after being
exposed to the monotony of
atmosphere.
I wanted to be like dazzling light rays of the day,
Which were never obliterated by shadow; fumigating the
evil residing in distant
corners of globe.
I wanted to be like the cloud showers of torrential
rain;
Which ceased to stop; even when the amber ball of sun
crept up in the sky.
I wanted to be like the articulately molded skeleton
key;
That bludgeoned its way; through the most obstinate of
lock.
I wanted to be like the saline waters of colossal sea,
Which never evaporated; even when subjected to
overwhelming heat.
I wanted to be like the coherently synchronized
versatile robot,
Which executed tasks to meticulous perfection; even in
times of bizarre
catastrophe.
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I wanted to lead life on the soil of mystical earth,
As the strongest being ever encountered; with
unfathomable capacity of brain.
The very next instant; the creator robbed me of
indispensable breath,
Making me realize wasn’t god; not even fraction of
his celestial reflection,
As I left for my heavenly abode; to sleep peacefully in
the arms of the
almighty.
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JEALOUSY
The opalescent moon was jealous of the flaming sun,
as the former provided dazzling light; with Herculean
amounts of comfort in the
day.
the desolate piece of stone was jealous of the
colossal mountain,
as it was minuscule in size; often kicked
contemptuously by ongoing people.
the perennial jungle river was jealous of the denim
blue ocean,
as it was unable to bear the weight of titanic
ships; as its counterpart was
able to do with nonchalant ease.
the century old typewriter was jealous of the hi-tech
gizmo of computer,
as it was bereft of sparkling chips of
memory; considered as outdated by the
youthful chunk of contemporary society.
sapphire blue patches in the sky were jealous of
blotted grey clouds,
as they simply didn’t have the capacity of blessing the
earth with pelting
showers of rain.
the ever reliable twin pedaled bicycle was jealous of
motorized cars,
as it was divested of powers to transgress beyond
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extreme speed limits.
the evanescent flames of candlelight were jealous of
the ceiling bulb,
as they weren't blessed with the prowess of
illuminating acres of pitch dark
night.
large jerry-cans of fruit juice were jealous of pure
water,
as they stumbled to quench thirst; the mystical way
water did.
frigid strands of grey hair were jealous of bulky
floss of glistening black,
as they highlighted the old and feeble; which was not
even shades nearer to the
flamboyant young.
the decade old tortoise was jealous of the aquatic
fish,
as it simply couldn't walk fast; perching in its
claustrophobic shell all
sunlit day.
undulating moulds of clay were jealous of smooth
carpets of road,
as they flunked miserably to impersonate the charisma
produced by flat land.
hard slices of bacterial bread were jealous of the
chocolate cake blended with
plums,
as they lacked the ingredients to deliver appetizing
taste.
shiny denominations of coin were jealous of exorbitant
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currency notes,
as they were maltreated; being stashed in dingy
compartments of purse.
the honey colored nimble deer was jealous of the
menacing striped panther,
as it was overwhelmingly defeated in its attempts of
being crowned the king of
jungle.
black complexioned individuals were jealous of their
fairer counterparts,
as they were gazed down upon as inferiors; with racial
discrimination plaguing
them for majority of their lives.
while i was intractably jealous of the boy next door,
who made unscrupulous advances to the girl i loved,
initiating me to stand like a pillar; between her
immaculate heart,
and the demonic glare he unleashed intransigently
riveted on her persona.
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FORTUNE STRIKES IN THE DESERT
Volumes of slippery sand escaped from my fist,
parched silver mud devoured me in entirety,
flaming sunlight stripped reserve quota of energy,
entangled thorny weeds scraped delicate layers of soft
skin,
whirlpools of dust blew with turbulent velocity,
strong rooms of blue sky were bereft of moisture laden
cloud,
trapped molecules of mercury rose high in compact case
of thermometer,
green cover of grass and tree was a rare treat to
witness,
large reptiles burrowed themselves in moist recesses
of earth,
evil eyed vultures glided across boiling currents of
wind,
grandfather tortoise traversed at painstaking speeds,
pot bellied spiders ran in gay abundance,
distant mirage's lured me to add velocity to stride,
undulating terrains of hot sand grain whipped me,
burning heat waves prompted me to melt in submission.
the situation was getting out of control,
secret reserves of stored water were drained with the
passing second,
scalp hair were camouflaged with gallons of sand,
my slimy tongue had consumed remnant saliva,
twin pair of feet blatantly refused to hold my weight,
a river of sweat flowed down my armpit,
there was not a soul to be sighted within a million
kilometers of vicinity,
when suddenly it seemed my feet struck a light green
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cactus,
infinite droplets of water oozed out,
charred chords of my throat erupted in wet ecstasy,
guttural sounds emanated as i sipped cool water,
as i deftly chiseled elastic branches of the desert
cactus,
with razor sharp edges of my portable knife.
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KLEPTOMANIA
He had fanatic obsessions for bulging trouser pockets,
overloaded sockets of office shirt,
silver chains fitted neatly to periphery of neck,
all kinds of heavy purse dangling from shoulder bone,
jeweled rings adorning daintily curved fingers,
beads of slim gold riveted firmly to ear lobe,
portable briefcase bags carried by executive staff,
bronze plated ribbons holding a bunch of hair,
he was a maniac patrolling through the busy city
streets,
sighting stashed trouser shelves with his hawk sharp
eyes,
waiting to capsize on every stealing opportunity that
came his way.
the passenger ahead had protruding pockets,
a short thick neck flooded with precious ornament,
he looked like a prince waiting for the bus,
with gold rimmed glasses nestling on his thin nose.
the maniac couldn’t resist any longer,
long hours of wait had tantalized burglar zones of his
mind,
saliva dribbled from his mouth in plenty,
his eyes lit up like briquette's of burning coal,
sly smiles encompassed wide corners of his mouth,
professional fingers now moved stealthily,
maneuvered skillfully caressing bulging outlines of
the pocket,
few swipes with cheap blade finished the job,
the passenger now felt light as he alighted the bus,
great chunks of his wealth now lay in cold hands of
the maniac,
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all he was left to confront was a big gaping hole,
torn threads emanating from infinite regions of the
stripped pant pocket.
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ICY DEATH
Snow drops fall incessantly,
cloud mass turns blacker in complexion,
as the sun sleeps in cosmic rays of galaxy.
avalanche of ice descends down the slope,
tumbling fast with violent draughts of Swiss wind,
growing larger with every coat of frozen ice,
passing tall Christmas pine,
projecting tracks of ice rail,
hollow caves of mountain bear,
finally reaches lonely stretch of desolate road,
breaking into scattered mass of icy platelets,
diffusing with an echoed thud,
on instants of land contact,
obscuring a furlong of visible concrete,
into multiple bed sheets of frozen water.
i stare in delight from my cottage window,
witnessing the encounter of snow and land,
drag myself into a atmosphere of death cold,
clad in heavy scarf and coat,
with Dunlop plugs embedded in both ears,
gum boots plodding vehemently,
forming triangular treads in crusts of snow,
and cylindrical torch light clearing the smog,
filtering a beam of welcome light,
as i stealthily approach the mound of ice,
make a silent prayer,
take fistfuls of snow in cupped hands,
devour it down my throat,
numbing and choking branched arteries,
slowing down metabolic rates of my body,
imprisoning my heart with a vice like grip.
deathly pall embraces my face,
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my legs tremble to hold my weight,
as i finally bid adieu to this world.
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SCHOOL LABORATORY
Steaming hot acid in glass crucibles,
stone slabs of individual apparatus,
labeled conical flasks with neutral bases,
glass cupboards full of performance journals,
hi-tech microscopes for analysis,
round jars of swimming flower roots,
specimens of algae, rats, and dead frog,
black full-scale charts of chromosome study,
programmed calculators strewn in fluorescent light,
electric meters with voltage fluctuating,
dangling copper wires for connection,
sharpened lead for sketching designs,
steel spheres suspended from oscillating threads,
cross ventilation for absorbing fumes,
mega dissection boxes with scientific artillery,
shaving blades for tearing root,
round the clock botanical demonstrations,
high powered glare bulbs,
bountiful samples of colored compounds,
thickened glass fish aquarium,
shining granite holding multiple computers,
with a host of modern software chips,
black canes of adjudicating supervisors,
ready to slash at instants of wrongdoing,
lavatories blended with pungent antiseptic,
with germicidal tablets of white carbolic,
collapsible springs attached to bar magnets,
the window overlooking bare bricks of school entrance,
projecting from dizzy heights of clock tower,
with blue apron adorning my stature,
a compulsory must during practical hours,
is a first hand discription of my school laboratory.
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LEAVES
When i burnt medicinal leaves of wild grass in a
cauldron,
blending them with sizeable amounts of rusty brown tea
powder,
adding paltry pinches of saccharine to the syrup,
stirred vigorously the concoction with an inflated
wooden batten,
the outcome was scintillatingly delicious tea; which i
sipped with profound
contentment.
when i torched a conglomerate of dead tree leaves,
scorching them with somber sticks of lead match and
paraffin wax,
there was a crackling fire that swayed with the
breeze,
with menacing flames; making futile attempts to lick
the sky,
offering me fountains of compassionate warmth;
sublimating my energy from shivers to blissful sleep.
when i ignited a cluster of rustic cowdung cakes,
occasionally probing the fetid slurry with my big toe,
there were delectable puffs of smoke that originated,
i then aligned a frying pan at right angles to the
conflagration,
and roasted for myself a sumptuous meal of baked corn
coated with salted
herring.
when i set ablaze acres of farmland sprawled with
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ripened nose buds of
tobacco,
submerging the entire region with an ocean of
stringent kerosene,
the atmosphere was engulfed with a noxious odour of
charred cigarette,
hurricanes of venomous wind annihilated palpable
organisms in the vicinity.
and when i burnt infinite leaves of my immaculate
heart,
there was a mystical aroma that imprisoned the
ambience,
it was a smell that portrayed sacrosanct love,
it was an insatiable odour of her mesmerizing soul
thoroughly entwined in
mine.
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LETS LEAVE IT TO THE CREATOR
If someone slapped me with swashbuckling strokes of
fingers,
i would retort back a volley of praise to pacify his
nerves.
if someone vomited loads of spit on my persona,
i would blend it with my precious blood before
returning the same to him.
if someone splashed my exteriors with pails of fuming
acid,
i would offer him a large pitcher full of sweet
mountain water.
if someone blended sizeable amounts of snake venom in
my food,
i would sprinkle sacred ash on his hair, paint his
forehead with golden
vermilion.
if someone left a battalion of red ant on my bare
flesh,
i would offer him a articulately carved oysters
containing a plethora of
pearls.
if someone rode on my back unrelentingly whipping my
skin,
i would carry his load even through arduous spells of
steaming summer.
if someone pinched dainty regions of my flesh amidst
an ambience of
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dignitaries,
i would embrace him with open arms pardoning his
disdainful deeds.
if someone tripped me midway, left me squirming
facedown on the ground,
i would simply wipe the blotches of dust from creases
of my attire.
if someone made me lick the mud on road with
corrugated flesh of my tongue,
i would reward him with biscuits of bonded gold.
if someone punctured transparent marbles in my eye
rendering me blind,
i would bless him with infinite pairs of eyes to
envisage perils lurking
towards him.
if someone left me unequipped in savage jungles of the
African valley,
i would smile all the way treading across den's of
striped panthers.
c'mon folks lets be ardently realistic,
the above actions can be replicated by none other than
god,
having divine powers to forgive the most heinous of
atrocity,
the magnanimous prowess of blessing all animate
existing:
we as a bunch of fallible humans would have onerous
difficulty in duplicating
the creator,
some tasks are better left to him, rather than
accomplishing them ourselves.
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TO BE HANGED TILL DEATH
Knotted chords of jute dangle from ceiling,
with large throat sized loop hole,
engulfed in perennial pitch darkness,
freezing cold bare stone walls,
a battalion of mosquitoes hovering around,
bone skeletons partially stuck to floor,
ghastly designs portraying execution,
clouds of dirt, with a backdrop of blood,
the ambience was complete with long iron lever,
compressible at instants of death command.
the courtroom was packed with audience,
uniformed guards, fool proof security,
black coated lawyers, bespectacled judge,
the murderer was in a sandalwood kiosk,
tears oozing from eyes, lips painted with fresh blood,
a volley of arguments followed pursuit,
law professionals displayed tact and eloquence,
with the killer being invited to dilapidated gallows,
ruthlessly hung, with dark hood covering face,
an aftermath of justice ink printing,
"TO BE HANGED TILL DEATH"
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BROKEN BONDS
If i forgot to tightly seal the projecting water tap,
gallons of liquid would dribble unrelentingly,
there would not be a solitary droplet of liquid in the
overhead tank,
and my body would acquire an unwashed disposition all
throughout the
sweltering day.
if i obdurately refrained from closing my mouth,
flooding the air with cacophonic webs of my husky
voice,
intricate regions of my throat would divested of
moisture,
causing me to cough and sputter when i needed my
speech the most.
if i intentionally kept the fluorescent bulb on in the
day,
with acerbic rays of sunlight filtering through my
moistened eyes,
the contrivance would shatter to infinite splinters,
portraying a lackluster appearance when i desired it
inevitably in the night.
if i heard deafening tunes of blaring music all day,
with the decibels ricocheting to supreme frequencies
of intolerance,
my ears would get immune to the fragility of sound,
being paralyzed to decipher the melodious sound of
nocturnal cuckoo.
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if i consumed mighty barrels of milk; instead of
crystalline water,
quenching irresistible pangs of thirst with pints of
artificial milk,
my body would expurgate all the richness,
demanding the perennial gift of nature to be fed
immediately.
and if i ran restlessly all stormy night,
without having a siesta in despicable heat of the day,
my legs would collapse midway on the bustling street,
transforming my persona into a temporary coma,
penalizing me just a fraction for breaking bonds with
essential rudiments of
nature.
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SHALL WE
Shall we climb mount Everest,
rest in shady domains of tree foliage.
shall we eat spicy food coated with cheese,
remain awake till late hours of the night.
shall we laugh till stream of tears roll down our
cheek,
splash our feet in gushing torrents of river water.
shall we make sandcastles in ocean sand,
gallop through paddy fields on strong race horse.
shall we play relishing games of card poker,
greedily gulp steaming brown coffee from mugs.
shall we drive through streets of the crowded city,
ring incessantly metallic bells of towering church.
shall we scrub marble floors with wet sponge,
wash sins of past lives with our precious blood.
shall we talk on telephone for unsurpassable length of
time,
watch us grow every unfolding minute of life.
shall we paint canvas with smudges of mixed color,
perspire together in scorching heat of unforgiving
sun.
shall we move our bodies to pulsating music,
serve humanity with all possible dedication and might.
shall we tear apart our hair in anger,
wade our way through artificial tunnels of ice.
shall we consume barrels of intoxicating wine,
get marooned in scarcely populated african jungle.
shall we fly high in gas baloons,
snap photographs of the mesmerizing moon.
shall we leap into dark death valleys,
stay united for many births as humans.
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THE MAN IN THE PHOTOGRAPH
The man in the photograph didn’t withdraw air from
surrounding,
While I breathed several times a single minute.
The man in the photograph didn’t laugh at a hilarious
joke,
While I burst into volleys of laughter at mention of
the slightest satire.
The man in the photograph didn’t feel at all thirsty,
While I couldn’t suffice without water for more than
an hour.
The man in the photograph wore an impeccable white
shirt; devoid of creases,
While the garments that fitted my body were with
blotches of stain and
grease.
The man in the photograph didn’t budge a fraction of
an inch,
While I tossed and turned with growing spurts of
overwhelming restlessness.
The man in the photograph was clad in threadbare
clothes even in chilly
winter,
While I draped my persona with furry covers of pure
sheepskin wool.
The man in the photograph never developed shabby
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stubble of beard,
While I shaved my skin scrupulously twice in a single
day.
The man in the photograph didn’t sweat drops of
pungent perspiration,
While I shed water from my armpits every unfolding
second in the sun.
The man in the photograph didn’t sit for years on the
trot,
While I needed to rest occasionally on the
ergonomically sculptured leather
pouch.
The man in the photograph didn’t expurgate his bowels,
While I made frequent journeys to the bathroom after
devouring plum juice and
water.
The man in the photograph didn’t cough when tickled by
pigeon feather,
While I erupted into an earth shattering sneeze when
struck by cold.
The man in the photograph was holistically phlegmatic,
While I was full of volatile energy; ready to plunge
into the sea of
adventure.
The man in the photograph had black hair since times
immemorial.
While I had acquired grizzly streaks of white with the
onset of age.
The man in the photograph didn’t struggle to earn
money,
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While I worked at frantic pace to make my livelihood.
As a matter of fact; the man in the photograph had died
decades ago,
And I was still living ;all set to change the
complexion of this earth.
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THE MAN,THE ORPHAN,THE DIE HARD
LADY
The man was stripped of sight since he was born,
groping around his way in perpetual darkness as a kid,
shielding his dilapidated eye with thick wipers of
charcoal black,
he rapidly learnt the art of deciphering protuberant
Braille,
acquired a kingly accolade in contemporary art;
being divested precious ingredients of vision
indispensable to execute it.
the orphan was deprived of the ability to disentangle
sound,
an aftermath of which he was oblivious to coherent
speech,
there was however no massacring his zeal for life,
he decoded words through subtle movements of lips,
was a dedicated pioneer in onerous freedom struggle of
his country,
refrained from portraying to the world; that he was deaf
as a silent stone.
the lady in the slum possessed twin pairs of crippled
feet,
bearing the brunt of irascible car wheels crushing her
bones,
she now walked with tapered calipers of cheap cane,
although she had a heart embodied with philanthropic
visions,
lending a helping hand to people suffering in
miserable plight.
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i wandered about jobless for several days,
bestowed upon with all tangible aspects of life,
punching the ground hard in inexplicable frustration
looming large,
i then witnessed the lives of the
abovementioned; utterly distraught yet ready
to smile,
it was that very day that i felt lucky; and sumptuously
blessed,
urged myself to laugh when i felt like sobbing;
reminiscing memories of the man, the orphan, and the
die hard lady.
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MEDICINE MAGIC
Two compartments of soft gelatin plastic,
dissolvable in spit and glandular secretions,
dipped in thick grey brilliant dye,
compressed by steel jaws of modern machine,
functioning till wee hours of midnight,
with meticulous efficiency and robotized control,
producing miniature plastic at lightning speed,
causing the strips of plastic to overlap,
into tiny shells bouncing in dispatch jars,
incorporating milligram amounts of medicine powder,
having curative potential to eliminate ailments,
attacking virus, anaemia, brain malfunction,
intractable woes of cancer&aids,
assassinating diseased outgrowths,
nestling in perennial supply of red blood,
targeting the heart of sickened behavior,
with mixed ingredients of sulphur, oxide, potassium,
and derivatives of molecular compounds,
procurable in a host of potency and cost,
from a franchise of licensed medical shops,
guaranteeing reprieve from invincible pain,
an effective way of ending misery,
decades of darkened existence,
masses of weakened body machinery,
gasps of insufficient contorted breath,
a savage killer of soaring body heat,
when taken with adequate amounts of water,
at regular intervals of the day,
is simply called and saluted as " MEDICINE MAGIC"
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THE TITANIC'
The sheets had never been slept on,
the china ware glittered like pure gold,
the blankets were of Persian wool,
the tables were built of solid teak,
the paintings were exquisitely sketched,
the brass handles had no smudges,
the mirrors shone in brilliant radiance,
the upholstery was ergonomically plush,
the boiler rooms were a bustle of feverish activity,
the clock tower had silver needles,
the auditorium echoed with catholic rhymes,
the first class chambers were somber sophistication,
the workers room flowed with beer and dance,
the lifts well oiled, carried people graciously,
the dinner room was full of flattery and rich cigar
smoke,
the alarm bells were nailed to plaster,
there was a separate floor for grotesque prison cells,
the mammoth chimneys breathed grey smoke,
the warning check post stood the tallest of all,
the vintage car hung in pride,
the coarse cloth sails cut chilly currents of
Atlantic,
the steel railings formed invincible periphery,
the captains room had maneuvering controls,
skilled manpower managed electric supply,
thousands of human sailed for two days of expedition,
existed in harmony,
in handsomely furnished cubicles,
with no scope for mice and dirt,
the ship was made of unsinkable iron,
a blend of grandeur, and majestic travel,
the strongest sailing monster on water,
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creating history in ship hierarchy,
with its hull biting into frozen Atlantic waters,
it was a ship of dreams,
a ship of artistically carved glamour ,
with life boats suspended for mere formality,
and winged propellers marching through territories of
water,
they called it the "TITANIC"
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MOTHERS
When the golden eagle laid her eggs in pallid
interiors of the jail prison,
in a pathetic ambience of torn spider web and wild
rat,
the inmates wailing their woes at discordant tunes,
the obdurate periphery of snow white shells simply
refrained from hatching,
the fledglings suffocated to death in the rudimentary
ocean of yolk and
blood.
the gaudily striped magpie built her nest of raw twigs
and grass,
nestling precariously on tall precipice of the
mountain,
in which she delivered a festoon of small yellow eggs,
there suddenly came torrential rain pelting down,
the sky camouflaged with flashes of cold crimson red,
her precious pearls of palpable silver plummeted down
the valley,
diffusing into infinite splinters after colliding with
a chain of rock.
the long legged ostrich laid her king sized egg in
soggy fields of paddy,
nurturing them with loads of compassion and motherly
warmth,
slept in a tranquil bliss all throughout the monsoon
night,
she wept in inconsolable grief, as first rays of dawn
filtered past her eyes,
the babies were no longer hers, as they now lay safely
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impregnated,
within the slimy intestines of the slithering reptile.
the above mentioned were rare cases of callous
mothers,
the premonitions i held for my mother were simply
astounding,
she hailed from a godly pedigree of mammalian mothers,
guarded me against evil all night and blistering day,
caressed me in her arms yielding to my faint cries,
suckled me with milk, reinforcing my tender bones,
left me to wander on the soil of parasitic earth,
after i acquired a mountain of maturity blended with
the spirit to live.
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ROUTE TO EXAMINATIONS
I felt drowned in waves of pungent distraction,
as flickering images of the television flooded inert
regions of my eye.
i felt possessed by gargantuan amounts of languid
energy,
rolled on the spongy mattress placed on flat rosewood
of my bed.
i felt strangulated by feckless obsessions draining
reserve quota’s of
energy,
as gallons of saliva leaked copiously from my mouth.
i felt submerged in violent fantasies all throughout
the sunlit day,
danced with lively animation on the blazing roof of my
sloping terrace.
i felt captivated by the poignant aroma of the garden
rose,
drank with gusto, sickening sweet curry of beehive
honey.
i felt imprisoned by the melodramatic chirping of
striped nightingale,
abruptly froze in my footsteps, shrugging away loads
of consequential work.
i felt mesmerized by husky voices of my beloved
floating in the air,
opened multiple windows of my house to distinguish the
heavenly cadence in her
sound.
I felt nostalgia for native land imprison my heart,
As infinite Goosebumps crept stealthily on fragile
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pores of my skin.
I felt holocausts approaching me from all
quarters of the globe,
Plucked several blades of grass from fertile patches
of clayey mud.
The final examinations were looming large round the
corner,
Dreamy regions of mind found cumbersome to decipher
intermingled lines of
book,
There were coats of sedation enveloping my persona,
Reminisces of childhood era punctured diligent
balloons in my mind,
Fragrant premonitions of my love next door increased
multifold the beating of
heart,
One thing was dead sure,
If this was the route I adopted till my exams
commenced,
Truckloads of luck would desert me midway,
Nefarious outcomes would haunt me for the rest of my
life,
It was a pragmatic certainty,
That my youthful demeanor was likely to succumb
miserably,
When confronted with the might of annual examinations.
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MY FRIEND
He was as strong as an ox,
youthful exuberance pumped through his chest bones,
rich blood flowed in all veins of body,
golden sweat dripped down muddy contours of cheek,
long strands of hair rose occasionally with the wind,
snake leather belt was wound tightly to waist,
aroma of fresh sea water cologne emanated from cheek,
he stood tall several inches from the ground,
clad in crisp denim shirt and cream trousers,
my friend geared up to attend the midnight dance,
as his high powered bike left whirlwinds of dust
behind.
he traversed the vacant streets at breakneck speeds,
listening to mystical tunes of enigma,
coherently increasing wrist pressure on speed bar,
with full illumination of focus lights,
clouds of sand grains whizzed at intimate contacts of
wheel and ground,
chilly currents of winter breeze collided across his
chest,
he had a large heart residing in dormitories of self
respect,
at the moment he was a reckless maniac,
ready to blend torrential thunder with earth,
zipping like a demon past towering mansions of the
city,
nevertheless he still would remain as my friend.
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COLD SODA DRINK
The water was icily cold,
colored to sinister reptile brown,
coated with oxygen and aroma,
with a tinge of sweetened flavour,
and specific gravity more than one,
refrigerated in automatic mechanized plants,
passing through innumerable check monitors,
dictating strict conditions of health and hygiene,
an amalgamate of water and black vapour,
aerated to add spice to taste,
an artificial alternative of quenching thirst,
soaring to dizzy heights in the blazing sun,
a symbol of universal sophistication,
an essential ingredient for all occasions,'
a genuine appetizer for millions of bowels,
identical to alcohol before consumption,
an omnipresent commodity in shopping centers,
stone offices and cinema halls,.
spreading waves of unanimous addiction,
bottled at source in hexa inch tin metal,
with emblems of pepsi, coke, fanta, sprite...etc,
producing frothy gas when shaken,
tingling sensations when consumed,
euphoric shouts when sighted in sweat,
it doesn’t take a specialist to realize,
that i am describing a " COLD SODA DRINK
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NAILS
When i deftly plucked heinous iron nails from the soft
trunk of maple tree,
cleaning its stalk with a blend of husk perfume and
mineral water,
despicable patches of fungal green; vanished without
leaving stingy traces,
the demeanor of lumber now transited to summit's of
impeccability,
and the tree swallowed fresh gulps of air; having been
hindered for several
years on the trot.
as i ripped of an assembly of wooden nails from the
sordid plaster of walls,
the contraption was left isolated with king sized
holes,
hostile beams of sunlight now sabotaged the interiors,
the rain and wind entered without formal invitation,
alongwith envious neighbours breaking barriers of
intimate privacy.
when i trimmed unruly portions of nails from my
protuberant finger,
coherently chiseling irregular indentations with the
abraded base,
the appearance of my palm thereafter left me in
dumbstruck stupor,
the hands once savage; now replicated articulate
designs of fashion,
with the fairer sex casting frivolous glances at the
web of masculinity
stripped of muddy nail.
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and when i tried and evacuate colossal sized nails
from the body of Christ,
emancipating his silhouette from the ghastly prisons
of trauma,
he stringently admonished me whispering,
"let blood trickle from my arms; an ocean of tears
dribble down my cheek",
"i want to free the world from realms of pain and
enigmatic misery",
set an example by inflicting upon this body of flesh
and bone; fathomless
distress that encompasses my fellow beings.
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NAKED EYES
When i shielded my eyes from blistering rays of midday
sun,
wearing frivolous black tints of exquisite glass,
palpable objects on the streets appeared faded and
disgustingly murky,
with all garment in flocculent white; seeming to be
dipped in grey sewage
water,
i felt as if sporadic flashes of blindness had
stealthily encroached my
vision.
as i obscured my eyes ;with bulky frames of high
powered glass,
slender avenues of my eyeball resembled fully ripened
eggs of the farm hen,
single silhouettes of plebeians struck my eye
as multiple,
i groped my way faltering over bedraggled stone,
reached back my place of dwelling limping; with a host
of broken bones.
after i sealed my eyes with a tightly wound linen
cloth,
acerbic rays of sun god; flooded my vision as an ocean
of red fire,
there was gruesome darkness camouflaging me at the
onset of twilight,
i had to be escorted in person; with embarrassing stares
hissed by oncoming
individuals.
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when i obliterated my eyes with round balls of blood
red plastic,
frothy white milk looked like ghastly human blood,
dazzling bandwidths of crimson pierced my eye,
and i refrained completely from consuming all that was
pearly white.
and when i kept my eyes naked for all day and humid
night,
the results were exhilaratingly remarkable,
pungent outlines of clock tower needles now reflected
clearly,
the sunbeams were as sharp as never before,
the full moon shone with undulating islands of misty
black,
it was that very moment that i holistically resolved,
to keep my eyes completely naked for the tenure i was
destined to walk on
mother earth.
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A DANCE IN LUXURY COTTON
The day was astonishingly bright and sunny,
brilliant sunshine kissed bare bricks of the
multi-storied edifice,
puffs of white clouds were a meager few, wandering in
oblivion,
handsome cranes dipped their beak occasionally in
still water of the lake,
diminutive grains of dust glowed in the sun rays,
a fleet of jet crafts left trails of grey smoke,
there was a perfect bliss in the atmosphere,
as I stood at high altitudes from the ground surface,
on the roof top terrace plains of the tall building,
gazed thousands of feet down through my high powered
pair of field glasses.
The gigantic structure was surrounded by pure cotton,
Bundles of cushion foam lined its periphery,
There were chunks of velvet and satin quilt,
Fibers of jute and gunny sacks containing unprocessed
pulp,
Reinforced with soft crystal balls of spongy Dunlop.
The feelings generated were irresistible,
Waves of eccentric euphoria drowned me in totality,
It was a breathtaking view that one could ever
witness,
A marvelously imposing structure, engulfed by a river
of rich cotton floss.
That’s when I decided to execute this act ,
Inhaling cylinders of fresh air inside my lung,
Spread my hands like an eagle, bent my back to full
angularity,
Leaped with the strong wind, bereft of elastic
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camouflage covers of parachute,
Hurtling headlong towards the ground at the speed of
light,
Infinite hair on my skin standing upright in
exhilaration,
Eventually bouncing on the maze of white cotton sea,
Blended in equanimity with jute, plastic, dunlop and
fiber,
Escaped unhurt like a celestial god,
Danced like a maniac losing pressured degrees of
respect and control,
As flakes of fragile cotton ,
A jugglery of thread and foam leaked from,
All quarters of my wheat complexioned body.
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THE SCIENTIST
Blue lotions of liquid bubbled in gas flames,
large quantity of acid lay still in crucibles of hard
plastic,
molecules of sweet sugar were scattered on the floor,
silky webs of spider clung to steep corners of the
roof,
group of white mice ran helter -skelter at instants of
heavy foot steps,
warm rays of the sun shone through the window pane,
silver mercury outlines looked enchanting in spiral
testutbes,
finely crushed rock samples were stored in transparent
carboys,
gold rimmed half glass caressed his triangular nose,
the scientist was in a spell of intense concentration,
with bulky sheets of printed paper buried under his
chin.
innovative ideas shot through meticulous chambers of
his mind,
scented sweat dripped from infinite pores of body,
square fingers with uncut nails worked in passionate
fury,
blending a variety of volatile liquid,
melting wax paper with brittle chunks of chrome metal,
coating charred stone with aromatic spirit,
he had several inventions to his credit,
but this one was straight from top drawers of his
brain,
as he smeared a long slender broomstick,
with a queer smelling ointment made from bird feather
and ostrich egg,
the dead broomstick displayed first signs of newly
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found life,
rose a few inches from the concrete floor,
whistled past the open window glass,
high up in the clear blue sky with rollicking bursts
of pumped speed.
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THIRST
When i greedily gulped saline water from sea waves,
fresh centers of thirst got doubly stimulated,
wild freckles of red rash encompassed my lips,
tingling sensations vociferously tickled dreary zones
of my mouth,
amalgamated mass of my intestine puked rich chicken
bone,
which i had devoured in entirety a few hours ago.
when i licked blotted pools of soiled mud water,
sedately consumed large pints of contaminated liquid,
thoroughly washing tiny morsels of food in my mouth,
scraping rigid tints of yellow from the riveted
cluster of teeth,
a host of infections blossomed in my body,
rendering me insipid, feeble, prone to dire
consequences of complete
extinction.
when i languidly sucked translucent water from coconut
shell,
extracted the last drop of juice trapped within
cocoons of snow white pulp,
making guttural noises as i relished the drink,
diluted streams of blood revitalized with volatile
energy,
abandoning me with poignant traces of contentment,
entrenching me in blissful boundaries of
felicity.
as i opened my mouth to gulp crystal white waters of
the mountain spring,
spread eagled my palms to embrace the cascading froth,
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i felt tumultuous gratification engulfing my persona,
this was the purest form of water i could ever
perceive of consuming,
quenching my thirst for minutes immemorial,
scrupulously mending all webs torn by the essence of
substitute water.
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NOODLES
When i caressed barren regions of my flesh with furry
noodles of wool,
nimble hair stuck to skin stood up in animation,
as i broke into volleys of irresistible laughter.
as i kneaded long noodles of raw paper pulp,
there was a conglomerate of reddish white wax formed,
and a heavenly fragrance of garnished paper tickled
moistened hair in my
nostril.
when i gulped compact noodles of gelatin capsule,
the magical powder spread parasitically through
infinite veins,
rendering me with bleak rays of hope, as i relinquished
gruesome pain.
when i swung vociferously on noodles of thickly
knotted thread,
poignant missiles of air colliding with my body
through the interstitched
holes,
there were languid feelings enveloping bountiful
layers of my persona,
prompting me to shut my eyes tightly and sleep.
as i smeared supple regions of skin with unsymmetrical
noodles of virgin
clay,
washed my body in the holy waters of Ganges,
the natural antiseptic displayed spectacular
aftermaths,
transforming morbid exteriors of my demeanour into a
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brilliant sparkling
white.
when i consumed spongy noodles blended with bulky
extracts of spice,
drank gallons of golden beer causing them to drown,
i fell down with indispensable thuds on the king
poster bed,
envisaging tall mountains with silver peaks, in my
everlasting
slumber.
when i felt agonizing noodles of her precious tears
dribble down my neck,
i wiped them thoroughly with my tender lips,
obliterated her from blasphemous sectors of the world,
reinforcing her eyes with the passionate tenacity of
my love.
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OCEAN OF DREAMS
Olive green grenades of juicy fruit,
silver grey oysters touching ocean beds,
round yellow moulds of gold biscuits,
black leather made of pure python skin,
glass trolleys from projecting pivots of Ferris wheel,
leather bound volumes of English dictionary,
sliding metallic doors of refrigerated apparatus,
big tyre treads of fantasy Toyota,
wrought iron legs of four poster bed,
mesmerizing voice of the tower cuckoo clock,
articulately carved statues of marble,
jeweled parker pens with ball pointed refill,
exquisite clothing for all kinds of wear,
luminating dials of strapped wrist watch,
everlasting chill of window air conditioner,
lush green lawns with high converging fountains,
sprawling meadows of migratory birds,
blood curling growl of hybrid Alsatian,
electronic computers with surplus microchips,
100 pails of freshly extracted cow milk,
royal game of chess played on checkered squares,
brown thatched roofs of clay huts,
inflated sharpened pencil shell of scud missiles,
dense camouflaged orchards of red apple,
solitary confinement amidst an assemblage of graves,
bronze plated flower vase with red roses,
flashing signal lights in London streets,
loose cattle wandering on Swiss plateau's,
a motor boat cruise of river Thames,
multicolored flags of global nations,
rotund policemen on Asian roads,
mega suspense thrillers of James bond,
acres of fertile farm land,
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electric charged atmosphere of stock market floor,
bottles of tightly corked Australian champagne,
furry green tables of playing cards,
slender skies for zipping through snow,
throaty chuckles while viewing Walt Disney,
rich tapestry of aircraft seat,
mono-rails trespassing African jungles,
museums possessing antiquated fossils,
revolving trophies of championship wins,
hunched camel back on desert soil,
cigarettes containing filtered tobacco,
frogs croaking in discordant unison,
midnight stars in a twinkling cameo,
i wake up with pricked jerks,
drenched with cold ice water,
thrown in disdain by my plump mother,
one thing's for certain,
my mind is a vast OCEAN OF DREAMS.
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ON A HOLIDAY
I felt woolen threads of afghan carpet tickling me,
a saga of emotions draining golden reserves of energy.
i saw cherry red apples dangling from leafy tree
twigs,
swam rapidly across chilly currents of deep water.
i kicked loose chunks of dirt with my spiked shoe,
rode on bare horseback through soggy fields of
unripened paddy.
i drenched myself with saliva dribbling from my mouth,
fed the cows with lush green bundles of country grass.
i devoured greedily, roasted slices of barbecued goat,
paced vigorously through sea sand hosting an army of
venomous crab.
i drove my slender nosed sedan at breakneck speeds,
whistled at the top of my lungs piercing placid
carpets of air.
i swayed rhythmically to infectious tunes of music,
sipped chocolate rum from large beer mugs of bone
china.
i stared at my reflection in sparkling mountain water,
draped myself in expensive linen suit with tinges of
gold.
i dug tunnels in mud with crowbars of metal,
fondled long silky ears of my pet Alsatian.
i painted the courtyard walls with hasty strokes of
king sized brush,
snored like a demon through humid passing hours of the
summer night.
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ON MY DAY
I was confronted with cumbersome amounts of jigsaw
puzzles,
which on my day would unleash themselves with
nonchalant ease.
i felt inadvertently stabbed at umpteenth places of my
persona,
infinite thorns punctured spongy sheath of my car
tyre,
the same refrained to happen when on my day.
i fell from unprecedented heights of the tower,
escaped unhurt devoid of agonizing bruise on my day.
i felt exhausted, stripped of reserve quota's of
volatile energy,
was yet able to accomplish disdainful tasks on my day.
i felt impeccable pieces of memory deserting me when
delivering my best,
the same got reinforced with sacrosanct knowledge when
on my day.
i felt as if torn to bone by menacing white sharks in
the sapphire ocean,
assassinated the same mammal with adroit strokes of
blade when on my day.
i lost stringent consciousness after consuming
intoxicating red wine,
danced like an untamed elephant, tearing my hair,
all solitary winter night when on my day.
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i felt violent palpitations lambaste my heart while
facing brunt of weekly
test,
the same transited to impassionate waves of relaxed
demeanour,
magical contours encompassing my face when on my day.
i devoured sour cream fermented with bacteria as the
first meal of dawn,
received a silken cascade of rich pearly milk when on
my day.
i kept searching for misplaced notes within an
ambience of juxtaposed
objects,
saw the same looming large in close proximity with
eyeball when on my day.
she averted me with obnoxious fervour all throughout
the course of unfolding
years,
was perched blissfully abreast my heart when on my day.
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A PALACE OF DREAMS
Spongy toes project awkwardly,
from dark flesh of gentle feet,
waxy liquid in blue bottles,
leather bound books laid in dust,
quintals of paper sheets flying astray,
dingy bulbs cutting dark holes,
flashy portraits stuck to red brick,
antiquated moulds of varnished wood,
ceramic squares of lavatory tiles,
ergonomic bulge of fantasy pillows,
scented sprays ,with a blend of antiseptic,
colored tablets of soap, a range of toiletry,
sliding cabinets of solid steel,
thick drapery of rich curtain spread,
shielding stringent rays of sunlight,
solitary vents for cool air,
sprawled water beds with tepid water,
reliable tetra winged ceiling fan,
with switchboard panels pummeled to concrete,
electronic gadgetry on revolving rubber,
black pointed arrows of the giant father clock,
exaggerated crumbling polished wall paint,
tall framework of slanted mirrors,
crisp shirts of pure cotton floss,
grey linen flannels hanging down,
semicircular marble arches with potted plants,
strips of black scotch tape spread wildly,
translucent glass panes of window shutters,
shaven wood scalps of voodoo witchcraft,
the large oak tree at visible heights,
shooting through solid foundations,
with shadows of ecstasy lurking stealthily,
a glittering heap of silver coins,
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solid iron doors with heavy bolts,
providing loads of security,
escalating fragrance of tangible comfort,
with a pandemonium of chorused voices,
is all what i have in my room.
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PERCEPTION OF A JUNGLE
I lay on primitive mass of chocolate brown soil,
digging cupfuls of earth with brackish hand,
engraving incoherent designs with big toe,
smearing my face with slippery mud,
envisaging,
the splendor of the fragrant rose,
the timeless chirping of humming sparrow,
nocturnal movements of colored reptile,
sedate swim of lethal alligator with king sized jaw,
prolific sprint of striped leopard for prey,
non invasive walk of multi-legged insects,
green light radiating from twin eyeballs of owl,
entangled network of crisscrossed antelope horn,
mammoth silky strands of African spider web,
pure white monstrous egg of wailing vulture,
black haired apes feeding on jackfruit,
slender necked peacock exposing kingly feather,
pouch bellied kangaroo racing at whirlwind speed,
fleet footed squirrels eluding acerbic rays of light,
i suddenly feel dirty, coated with pungent clay mud,
the vigils of darkness taking a stranglehold on murky
light,
prompting me to climb wooden rungs of my treetop
house,
sleep in tranquil, snore like a beast, on elastic wood
of forked tree branch.
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PERILS OF OLD AGE
There was a heavy shrinkage of body bones,
supple parchments of skin had now transited to decayed
yellow,
the cheeks had sunk well within cavities of hollow,
juicy pulp of lips resembled jagged outlines of
smashed rock,
the harmony of teeth was broken by gaping tunnels of
black,
crystal marbles of the eye had relinquished the power
to see,
handsome pairs of shoulders stooped disconcertingly
towards earth,
a paltry few hair on the scalp had turned a disdainful
grizzly white,
frigid feet now ached when i placed them on the ground
to walk,
knotty hard fingers had shriveled to bonded sticks of
soft pencil,
chambers in the ear abnegated all voices in proximity,
huge tendrils of white fiber emanated from my nose,
calcium coats of nail had stopped growing on my
finger,
the kidneys malfunctioned with a plethora of stone,
chocolate brown sacs of liver had condensed to small
specks.
i felt newly born again, needing someone to cuddle
me, make me go to sleep,
alas! i was all alone leading life in absolute
desolation,
my spouse had deserted me several years ago,
the people around viewed me with contempt and loads of
dejection,
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my tongue quavered violently when wanting to speak,
bowels in my intestines refused all food,
the walking stick now bore insults, the brunt of few
pounds of my weight,
i was 90 years old, on the verge of extinction from
realms of mother earth,
tear drops from my eyes had dried decades ago,
the only gratification was, that i still breathed
air, reminisced radiant
images of my youth.
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PIPES
Fleshy pipes of my legs carried me long distance,
made sure i was triumphant in every race of life.
wooden pipes filled with sedative tobacco caused me
drown in aroma,
ensured that i floated in paradise, a few hours after
consumption.
steel pipes of the pistol made me feel like an
uncrowned king,
blessed me with loads of comfort and unprecedented
power.
twin pipes of my nose facilitated me to take in air,
breathe in a celestial bliss for the time till i
lived.
knotted pipes of my palm fingers gave me versatility
to write,
held with earnest solidarity steaming mugs of milk for
me to drink.
infinite pipes of hair descended down my scalp,
cushioning my skull from brutal blows of metal and
wind.
a crimson pink pipe of tongue extruded from chambers
of mouth,
blessing me with the authority to win the world
through my speech.
there were pipes of fragile plastic in all rooms of my
house,
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providing me with bountiful amounts of ground water.
angular pipes of bone protruded from my elbow,
assisting me hold my head down when struck by
unfathomable shame.
nostalgic pipes crept haphazardly from throbbing pores
of my heart,
oozing incessantly the agony of existence,
the blissful tales of my everlasting love.
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A PITCHER FULL OF GOLD
I started digging soil with pickaxe of the strongest
iron,
loose chunks of mud flew haphazardly,
coagulated sand broke into diffused cakes of brown
earth,
snail worms and ant ran for safe enclosures,
the ground was bruised with unrelenting strokes of
sharp blade,
interior recesses of land were wet in moisture,
sandwiched layers of soil wept at the invasion,
hot geysers of liquid erupted at great depths from the
surface,
as rain showers of sweat ran down my flesh,
after perspiring hours of grueling excavating work.
mammoth intervals of clock time passed by,
the sun peeped at dawn every fresh day,
my palms developed cracks with bleeding pores of skin,
stubby filaments of beard transformed into platelets
of wild hair,
rich cotton clothing resembled threadbare rags of a
beggar,
eyeballs were transfixed down for infinite intervals
of time,
i was severely exhausted,
reserve energies of my body were sapping down,
all of a sudden my axe struck metal,
there followed a ear splitting collision,
shards of gold flew alongwith bits of clay pottery,
my face lit up with glee,
my body was enveloped with waves of jubilation,
i knew i was going to relish luxury meals,
live in silver palaces for a while,
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as the century old assemblage of buried yellow coins,
kept cascading through the small aperture made by my
plaintive pickaxe.
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YELLOW BEAMS OF SUNLIGHT
When yellow beams of sunlight passed through blood
stained glass,
the rays transited to crimson red; with prominent
tinges of pallid empathy.
when yellow beams of sunlight permeated through a
dense forage of leaves,
the rays converted to mesmerizing shadows; obfuscated
from harsh light.
when yellow beams of sunlight penetrated through
pellucid pools of
mountain water,
the rays transformed to a honey golden; converging like
a quiver of arrows on
clusters of fish.
when yellow beams of sunlight filtered through
daintily polished finger
nails,
the rays acquired color of pink avenues of tender
skin.
when yellow beams of sunlight sneaked through morbid
interiors bathing in
pitch darkness,
the rays illuminated the ghostly ambience with
stringent rays of antiseptic
light.
when yellow beams of sunlight softly caressed frozen
tunnels of white ice,
the rays lambasted the tyranny of savage
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winter; prompting the snow to melt.
when yellow beams of sunlight fell on the clammy
surface of stale tea,
the rays prompted its pallid persona to boisterously
heat and sizzle.
when yellow beams of sunlight pilfered through hollow
crevices of teeth,
the rays fumigated obnoxious centers of rotten breath
inhabiting in
abundance.
when yellow beams of sunlight plunged on the satiny
mattress of scalp hair,
the rays reinvigorated intricate parts of brain
machinery with holistic
warmth.
and when yellow beams of light pierced through my
heart;body;and soul,
the rays had overwhelming tasks of perpetually bonding
me with my beloved,
amalgamating me and her for centuries galore; with the
essence of our love
radiating its blissful fragrance.
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THERE WAS A TIME
There was a time when i bludgeoned people with my rock
iron fists,
now i didn't even have the vigor to raise my hands.
there was time when i drove my car at swashbuckling
speeds,
now my legs quivered at mentions of automobile travel.
there was a time when drank barrels of beer with
unprecedented gusto,
now i refrained from drinking even salted water.
there was a time when i cast frivolous glances at
young maidens,
now i withdrew miles away from the faintest shadow of
females.
there was a time when i clambered up the hill with
robust spurts of euphoria,
now i stood at the base and admired the honey golden
sun; tumbling drops of
rain.
there was a time when i chewed vicious petals of raw
tobacco,
now i confined myself to a bland soup of banana
curry.
there was a time when i shouted on the streets
creating utter pandemonium,
now i talked in subtle whispers with my spouse; in
imprisoned interiors of our
home.
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there was a time when i gnawed my teeth in the brittle
body of sugarcane,
now i satisfied myself with frigid chunks of sour milk
cream.
there was a time when i bathed in an avalanche of
freezing water; beneath the
mountain spring,
now i meticulously poured minuscule tumblers of hot
water on my persona.
there was a time wrote sedulously; infinite lines of
poignant literature,
now i dictated lethargic notes for my assistants to
scribble down.
there was a time when i indulged in rambunctious
brawls with my rivals,
now i begged them for perennial harmony with folded
hands.
there was a time when there when i bore a thick shock
of curly hair on my
scalp,
now they had been replaced by frugal fibers of deathly
white projecting
timidly.
there was a time when i spotted oblivious outlines of
bird in the sky,
now i wore high powered glass to distinguish my
children.
there was a time when I dismantled rocks that came my
way,
now I was petrified to even tread on ants that
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trespassed the floor.
There was a time when I sobbed at the slightest of
provocation,
Now I stared in tranquil contentment even when
ridiculed to bizarre limits.
There was a time when I laughed incessantly all sunlit
day,
Now I groped for inexplicably for profound reasons to
smile.
There was a time when I romanticized wading through
choppy waves of the
ocean,
Now I perceived loads of gratification; sitting abreast
my innocent siblings.
That was decades when I was bubbling in the zeal of
youth,
Whilst now I lay shriveled; discarded as a disdainful
liability; in the form of
an grizzly hair man.
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PLEASE
Please do disturb me in enchanting night of chilly
winter,
when i sleep like an angel; strangulated in the
fragrance of blueberry musk.
Please keep miles away when i drive my battered
jalopy,
with the horns wailing; and rustic shards of metal
protruding out.
Please take me with you in mesmerizing waters of the
blue ocean,
for i desire to swim parallel to the pearly white
shark; and sapphire blue
whale.
Please help me carry cumbersome loads hung to my
dainty shoulders,
As I contracted a deadly sprain, tripping down from the
balcony rail.
Please flood my mundane ears with pungent notes of
captivating music,
Nostalgically imprisoning me in mind, body and soul.
Please inspire me to read vociferously through
innumerable pages of history
literature,
Rendering me capable to conquer invincible might's of
examination.
Please prepare a concoction of steaming brown coffee
with extracts of pure
honey,
Facilitating me to perspire in solitary hours past
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midnight.
Please help me disentangle a jugglery of thread wound
to my wrist,
Releasing my blood from jaws of sinister captivity.
Please refrain from indulging in animated talk with
pedestrians,
As volcanic pangs of jealousy would shoot through my
veins.
Please adorn your hair with scented braids of rose
flower,
Drowning my starved nostril into waves of everlasting
euphoria.
Please don’t get angry when I commit erroneous
blunders,
As I surely would patch up for them at prime costs of
my life.
Please walk beside me with your hands entwined in
mine,
For me to perceive the passionate warmth radiating
from your fingers.
Please stay with me for the time we breathe,
For if you deserted me; I would simply relinquish all
power to live.
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POND OF WATER
I dabble my feet in a pool of water,
Lying solitary on deserted tarmac,
A blend of algae and dirt,
With a caravan of powerful stench emanating,
Perceived obnoxiously by the breath center,
Comprising hairy tunnels of sticky mucus,
Creating waves of hazy drops,
Suspended in elastic walls of blotted water,
In an ambience of moistened blackness,
Appalling gloom of the sweltering night,
With fleet of birds chirping incessantly,
Propagating freedom through aviatory rhymes.
The water factory of micro-organisms,
Awaits galleries of blistering sunshine,
A million seconds of bated breath,
Fumigating it with clean rays of filtered light,
Breaking chains of trapped water,
Few days of stagnated persona,
Evaporating a hectare of water pond,
An assemblage of seasonal rainfall,
Into crispy delights of thin atmosphere.
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THE POWER OF MY LOVE
If you ventured to leap from unprecedented heights of
the building,
the power of my love would stop you from colliding
with the earth.
if you thought of consuming vials of deadly snake
poison,
the power of my love would transform it into golden
herbs revitalizing life.
if you planned to severe the bunch of blissful veins
on your wrist,
the power of my love would replace them with
impenetrable sheets of metal.
if you pondered on pursuing nefarious paths of
lechery,
the power of my love would freeze your footsteps
violently midway.
if you dreamt of driving your automobile at breakneck
speeds,
the power of my love would impregnate your persona
from all sides,
averting possible collisions and obstacles that came
your way.
if you walked pompously in blistering heat waves of
the sun god,
the power of my love would imprison you in a vice like
grip with blankets of
shady moisture.
if you tried and concealed from me indispensable
secrets of your life,
the power of my love would prompt you to vomit the
same with intense fury.
if you shivered convulsively feeling stabbed by
whirlwinds of fear,
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the power of my love would make you sleep with
compassionate warmth flooding
every corner of your body.
if blood oozed from your slender fingers while
chopping vegetable,
the power of my love would rehabilitate your bare
wounds with supple skin.
if you felt tormented by irascible groups of
strangers,
the power of my love would assassinate their necks from
base tips of their
skulls.
if you whipped yourself in isolation and sheer
contempt,
the power of my love would convert your agonizing
cries into those of pure
ecstasy.
if you ever thought of leaving me,
the omnipotent power of my love would annihilate all
such thoughts,
before they even gained prominence in frigid pores of
your mind.
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PRE-REQUISITE'S
I felt like consuming soft cones of chilled raspberry
ice-cream,
nibbling gently at the appetizing kernel of white nut,
all i needed was a glutinous mouth to swallow,
a sheaf of crisp currency notes as a pre-requisite.
i felt like swimming underwater for long intervals of
time,
caressing the mangled outgrowths of coral reef with my
supple skin,
it was therefore indispensable to be a prolific
swimmer,
with the aqualung apparatus and an ocean of courage
being a pre-requisite.
i felt like sketching intricate shapes of roman gods,
filling the same with glossy color and embroidered
silk,
i knew i had to be a true connoisseur of mystical art,
also posses a pair of articulate fingers as an
inevitable pre-requisite.
i felt like flying as the birds in the azure sky,
relishing the poignant breeze slapping across my face,
this seemed possible; if i was a fairy in the tales of
Arabian nights,
with twin pair of corrugated wings as a solitary
pre-requisite.
i dreamt and lived life with blissful visions of
acquiring solace in heaven,
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spending unsurpassable lengths of time with the
creator,
i had in turn to fulfill fathomless duties on earth,
with a plethora of chivalrous deeds being a
pre-requisite this time.
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PROUD INHERITANCE
A brittle shell camouflaged my body,
engraved with multicolored stripes of steel gray,
slimy in texture, resembling dead chunks of wood,
as hard as a rock, unmoved when blasted with explosive.
a fleshy neck protruded from my hollow skull,
imprisoning a slender pink tongue swallowing glow
worm,
compact sets of teeth were for churning meal,
i retraced my nose within cozy comforts of body pouch,
the moment it smelt the unmistakable aroma of
approaching man.
a pair of eyeball beads composed my vision,
sighting appetizing prey in murky ambience of light,
maneuvering my lazy feet to the place I resided,
triggering my instincts of self defense,
warning me round the clock of possible predators
encroaching upon.
I swam at painstaking speed in stagnant pond of
monsoon water,
Nibbled floating weed ,drank lots of liquid,
Lay topsy-turvy on clay strewn banks of river,
With my belly bathing in dazzling rays of the sun god,
My head inches within my tubular body,
Whirlwinds of tension far away from my silhouette,
Meditating jungle rhymes in this state of dormancy,
Till pangs of hunger stimulated me to hunt,
I knew the creator had blessed me with more than a
century of life,
As I had proudly inherited the form of a tortoise from
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my still alive mother.
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RED ANT POWER
Wrinkled folds of elephant skin were painted golden
yellow,
ivory tusks were encircled with ornate black,
sturdy teak wood seat was strapped to its body,
large fringe of hair grew on slender tail,
the elongated trunk had several corrugations,
scalp was abraded by uprooting tall tree structures,
the pachyderm marched through
the wilderness,
crushing an armoury of shrub, dismantling bird house
with caressing trunk,
bellowed exuberantly as the sky turned crimson,
added leaps to its stride with torrential rain,
carried passengers at towering heights from the
ground,
bathed in gushing currents of the mountain river,
splashing rockets of solvent on the surrounding
flamingo's,
drenching itself with icy spray of spring water.
there was a fleet of ants residing in cocoons of soil,
bustling with feverish activity,
transporting milligram amounts of food grain,
for relishing meals all throughout the day.
the African beast trampled their den,
disrupting the harmony of their united network,
killing them in colossal numbers, sped haughtily for a
good nights sleep.
the ants wanted to teach him a lesson,
caught up with him, clung to his tail, foot,
occupied vantage points on his body,
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finally inserting their venom stings on the hard
skinned mammal,
causing him to collapse in a heap, displaying the
supreme might of RED ANT
POWER.
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THE RUBBER MAN
I erased bulky manuscripts of scribbled literature,
assassinated traces of the strongest chalk smeared on
wall,
bounced with boisterous pliability on the surface of
hard ground,
squirmed with nonchalant ease through tiny openings of
sewage pipe,
clambered up erect walls of the edifice with
scrupulous proficiency,
didn't diffuse into splinters when thrown from
unprecedented heights of clock
tower,
traversed metal roads of the city at incredible
speeds,
disentangled my body from the tightest rope and steel,
floated gently when laid on undulating waters of the
savage ocean,
wasn’t fastidious at all about the food i consumed,
neither did i get engulfed in waves of dirt; staying
immaculate without
antiseptic baths,
had the uncanny ability to fit in all types of cloth,
pilfering into sealed vaults of bank ;stripped of
articulate keys,
i didn't bleed a trifle when pierced by gleaming
jackknives,
i didn't transit to charred ash when burnt in boiling
flames,
i didn't suffocate to death when strangulated by
barbed wire,
i didn't vanish to heavenly isolation when divested of
food and water,
bubbling with robust energy even when deprived of a
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placid nights sleep,
working like a maniac all 24 hours of the grueling
day,
i made people laugh ,existing for centuries on the
pious soil of earth,
a life complete with vibrant euphoria, bereft of dark
shadows of ostentation,
you must be wondering; whether i was god or an
celestial angel,
let me tell you folks that i was neither of the two,
i was infact made of pure slices of intricate rubber,
extracted in abundance from white streams of latex
dribbling down the rubber
tree.
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FREE SALIVA
When i spit saliva on brackish complexioned tan
ground,
there were pearly streaks of white formed amidst an
assemblage of disdainful
black.
when i spit saliva on the scintillating surface of
immaculate marble,
hordes of pedestrians tripped headlong; after an
encounter with the slippery
surface.
when i spit saliva on ravishing morsels of steaming
food,
the concoction transited to a fetid brown; hosting an
army of obnoxious
mosquito.
when i spit saliva on delectable pints of frosty milk,
the opulently prosperous liquid turned into fermented
bitter cream.
when i spit saliva on finely decimated granules of
sugar,
it produced a molten ointment of jaggery; deleterious
to health.
when i spit saliva on arid patches of blistering air,
the ambience was submerged in passionate
humidity; pacifying high strung
temper.
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when i spit saliva on the surface of vast sapphire
ocean,
it simply faded into oblivion ;diffusing amongst
colossal chains of trapped
salt.
when i spit saliva in vehicular petrol,
the elixir was rendered useless for further
use; failing miserably in its
attempts to rekindle the machine.
when i spit saliva on a jugglery of software
electronic,
the contraption hissed currents of venomous
electricity; electrocuting tender
bones in my skin.
when i spit saliva on slithering persona of jungle
reptile,
its demeanor glittered like pure gold; blended with
stripes of vibrant
yellow.
when i spit saliva on crisp sheets of morning paper,
the manuscript was reduced to threadbare pulp; with
distorted lines of English
literature.
when i spit saliva on burning embers of black coal,
the flames died a natural death; with sporadic spurts
in intensity.
when i spit saliva on parched soil of the desert,
it applauded my efforts; thanking me heartily for my
assiduous efforts.
and when i didn't spit saliva at all; my body
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retaliated in poignant anger,
irresistible sensations proliferated in my mouth,
and i eventually burst open my constipated
mouth; emitting a frothy spray;
as it didn't cost me to spit loads of FREE SALIVA.
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THE SCARY TARANTULA
The ambience was moistened with sweat and fresh rain,
darkness prevailed at all quarters,
soft car seat was reclined to full angularity,
cluster of lotus flower petal imparted heavenly
fragrance,
lid of olive perfume bottle was left ajar,
sheets of turbulent wind had left the windows painted
with dust,
plush upholstery gleamed in airtight interiors,
grocery baskets were stashed in the back seat,
a black bodied insect seemed to be crawling on the
windshield,
with an army of hairy legs kissing the bullet proof
glass,
the tarantula finally decided to perch for the
night,
in hidden enclosures of the rear view glass panel.
she haughtily stepped in the car,
beaming at the prospect of driving through the misty
valley,
switched on the sleek stereo system,
drove with the enchanting air hitting her pale skin,
drowned completely in tantalizing tunes of Caribbean
music.
there was a loud honking sound, a goods caravan seemed
to overtake,
she cast routine glances at the rear assembly of
mirror,
the ghastly sight she witnessed sent chills down the
last bone of her spine,
occasional bumps and winding turns had disturbed the
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spider,
jostled it wide awake from lazy realms of blissful
sleep,
the foot long monster now emitted hostile stares at
the young lady,
showed first signs of slow movement,
now fully alert after few hours of revitalizing rest.
she cried at the top of her weak lungs for help,
infinite goose-bumps emanated from her body,
her fingers trembled convulsively, with equal impact on
her dainty feet,
the car finally swerved violently,
lost sensible degrees of control as she went into
partial trance,
crashed into splinters of side hand rail,
went tumbling down the steep valley at electric
speeds,
as the tarantula advanced a few inches further.
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SCENT AND SPICE
I consumed rice blended with fish curry,
added pinches of salt to exit from realms of bland
taste.
i licked bare brick wall coated with sand plaster,
devoured spicy remains of natural plastic paint.
i trampled violently through fields of red pepper,
sprayed finely crushed powder in the vicinity of
shivering tongue.
i swam at feverish pace in extreme salty solvent of
the Caribbean sea,
wiped myself dry to feel allergic patches of faded
red.
i pumped the air with a blend of perfume and green
mustard seed,
sat for patient hours basking in a film of spicy
atmosphere.
i rolled in clay mud sprinkled with pungent
fertilizer,
smeared my wheatish face with semicircular cakes of
flavored mud.
i sat on a cushion containing fermented yellow sour
cream,
smelt of obnoxious odour all throughout the passing
day.
i rubbed naked patches of my skin with hot repellant
balms,
danced all day with thunder storms of ecstasy echoing
through my eardrum.
i tore big chunks of orange ginger from tender
branches of sapling,
drenched myself with a tumbler full of aromatic water.
i desired to breathe in an ambience of ravishing
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alligator perfume,
swim in colossal ponds of suspended salt for the
remaining tenure of my life.
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SCOLDING
The farmer gaped at crusts of dry brown earth,
acres of land lying fallow in merciless heat,
bountiful crop wilting under stringent light of the
sun,
crevices in land splitting wider by the zipping
second,
he then scolded the plain regions of dark blue sky,
for not acquiring ominous tinges of violent grey.
the striped panther rested on moistened portions of
land,
snoring chivalrously in a kingdom of celestial sleep,
visualizing a cluster of humans in thick flesh and
blood,
pouch bellied kangaroo wiping its brutal teeth,
he then scolded dead rabbit meat, lying well tucked
within the hollow of his
stomach,
for ruining his perceptions of a royal sized meal.
drenched clothing hung on strong metal ropes,
soaked immensely in sweat and tap water,
fluttering sporadically with agitated outbursts of
wind,
and the ambience consisting of dull murky light,
eventuality of thunder showers tumbling from the sky,
the wet shirts then scolded the sun,
for not hissing fireballs of natural light,
thereby baking the humid persona of cloth with full
round beams of sunshine.
hordes of fish got infected with disease,
gasped for breath at great depths of the ocean,
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lay strewn on the shore thrown by the exotic currents
of waves,
the water showed traces of contamination,
black coats of oil and grease were found in gay
abundance,
the aquatic family then scolded the impetuous humans,
for polluting its saline composition in the quest for
displaying nuclear
superiority.
he had simply no inhibitions,
lived life in high esteem and loads of respect,
inspite of not witnessing a single ray of light since
birth,
executed all his tasks to immaculate perfection,
leaning heavily on his stick with stripes of white and
red,
traversing miles of territory,
with an assemblage of gruesome blackness as his
faithful companion,
he thought several times of scolding the creator like
his counterpart mates
mentioned above,
although he refrained registering his complaint,
he possessed a rock solid opinion,
it was better to exist being obscured from light,
than not to live at all.
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SEASIDE HUT
I lived all life in seaside hut,
with frothy spray bearing granules of salt,
dripping through octagon cavities of straw cane roof,
sheets of loose sand whistling past glass pane,
long tapered pine laden with juicy coconut,
showered in plenty with strong draughts of wind,
hairy crabs peeping from wet cocoons of sand,
royal horse carts making spiral journeys in coastal
mud,
smart navy ships at obscure distances from human
sight,
sleek motor boats churning through white waves,
plaintive wooden rafts with projecting fishing net,
mammoth piers of resistant timber, securing ship rope,
fiber glass stalls selling coconut flesh,
stray vendors mixing iced candy,
toddlers drilling awesome shapes in sand,
teenagers rubbing liquid sun tan lotion,
grey haired masses walking at brisk pace,
fleet of cranes sipping brackish water,
agilitic birds capsizing fish in moulded beak,
acrid sunlight heating ocean in day,
moonlit rays pacifying sea thirst at night,
huge assemblage of waters crashing against black rock,
with sea swelling in leaps and bounds,
in torrential agony of cloud rain,
and warm gulps of herbal tea,
I simply love my seaside hut.
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SERIAL KILLER
The car shot at high speeds through deserted lanes,
trampling scraps of paper, bushy outgrowths of foliage,
zipping at speeds escalating by the minute,
leaving truck loads of plain golden dust behind.
his hands were smudged with cold blood,
sweatshirt of rich denim clung to his waist,
tinted strips of glass shielded his savage eyes,
stubby fingers poked from tightly stitched leather
gloves,
bulging muscle almost tore his shirt sleeve,
streaks of sun tan blended perfect with ruddy
complexion,
long strands of auburn hair looked gruesomely brutal,
thick chains of pure gold hung from short neck bone,
uncut fingernails contained crusts of human blood,
a gleaming gun barrel projected from trouser pocket,
heavy perspiration trickled down his arms and cheek,
wailing horns of the police now reached him loud and
stringent,
the cops were hot on his trail since decades,
although he eluded them on more occasions than once.
this time the scenario looked dismally distraught,
he knew had few breaths now to breathe,
reminiscences of past misdeeds flooded his mind,
those days of ruling as a professional killer had now
faded into oblivion,
the car swerved violently,
came to an abrupt halt striking against heavy tree
lumber,
buckets of blood leaked from mutilated parts of his
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body,
infinite bones of his body lay crushed beneath the
burning debris,
slender windpipe of breath now split in halves,
the once saluted form lay completely lifeless,
as a volley of bullets erupted from compact pistol
apertures,
aimed at random to assassinate all traces of the SERIAL
KILLER.
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THANKING THE CREATOR
If i lost a leg in vagaries of disdainful war,
i would limp for the remainder of my disillusioning
life,
thanking the creator for having blessed me with a twin
pair of sturdy feet.
if my persona was brusquely submerged in gruesome
darkness,
dazzling light of the sun seemed as smudged outlines
of molten ice-cream,
i would thank the creator for bestowing upon me the
hind sight of hearing.
if daintily painted coats of my nail got severely
punctured,
the skin peeling off with droplets of pure blood,
i would thank god for embedding hollow sockets of my
arm with iron hands
jutting out.
if infinite hair on my scalp tumbled down in
lackluster unison,
rendering my head resembling a barren ocean; bereft of
goldfish,
i would thank the almighty for endowing me with the
power to regenerate.
if i sporadically lost the gift of eloquent speech,
incorrigibly failing in my attempts to utter the
faintest of sound,
i would heartily thank god for showering me with the
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gift of effusive
expression.
if my heartbeats temporarily deserted me at midnight,
my face contorting spasmodically gripped with the
onset of deathly paralysis,
i would convey my thanks to the creator; for atleast
sparing my life.
and if my beloved departed tragically for her
expedition to heaven,
relinquishing me alone in a world of abhorrence and
corruption,
with nostalgic memories of the times we laughed,
broke down into tears at the slightest of provocation,
i would still thank the almighty for the time he kept
her,
for me to obsessively admire; on this earth.
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THE FINAL VERDICT
I draped my silhouette in flowing robes of immaculate
silk,
With golden brooches extruding out from the
exquisitely stitched chicken
collar,
An aromatic rose embossed solitarily in the upper
pocket,
With the piquant musk cologne diffusing haphazardly
from my cheek,
And a conspicuous triangle of sandalwood luminating
large on tender regions of
my forehead.
When I came in proximity with a leper; he passed
eloquent remarks commenting,
On the impeccable complexion exhibited by my radiantly
supple skin.
When I confronted a person bereft of sight; he
scrupulously appreciated,
The sonorous crispness that was incorporated in my
stringent voice.
When I inadvertently collided with a pedestrian;
divested of the gift of sound
and speech,
He exorbitantly admired the varsity of blended color
that was visible to the
naked eye.
When I traversed past a person; walking with crutches
to support his mutilated
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leg,
He cast lingering glances towards the bulging muscle
that clung to my
impregnable feet.
When I encountered a ragamuffin beggar; strolling
through the vacant street,
He riveted his gaze cupidly towards the prominent
projections in my trouser
pocket.
When I met an illiterate individual; using his ink
coated thumb to sign a
sheaf of documents,
He glanced at me with abhorrent prejudice; cursing my
dexterous ability to
write and speak.
When I came in close association with an opulent
businessman,
He gauged me suspiciously; contemplating various
sources of my possible
income.
When I came in cahoots with a professionally
acknowledged wrestler,
He clasped my wrist in his invincible grip; thereby
testing eventual
aftermath's of my grip.
When I came face to face with a belligerent soldier,
He made ludicrous mockery of my attire; haughtily
envisaging his own dress on
the border.
When I came abreast of a rustic villager; carrying a
bludgeon in his hand,
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He stared unrelentingly; praising the contemporary
styling of my clothes.
And finally when I met the girl I loved; she said I
was looking voluptuously
enchanting,
Flooding a myriad of open spaces on my shirt with
passionate kisses,
I then fell in an enigmatic trance; disdainfully
shrugging the opinions of a
host of people I had previously encountered, with
bountiful arenas in my mind
considering her remarks as the "THE FINAL VERDICT".
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THE DAY
the day she sobbed with unsubsiding hysteria,
i would try and assassinate the reason for her agony
from its very existent
roots.
the day she slept barefoot; bearing the tumultuous
onslaught of winter winds,
i would cover her trembling body with furry skin of
mountain bear.
the day she bruised her skin; with prolific streams of
blood oozing out,
i would kiss it with passionate warmth; leaving it for
it to heal with bonds of
our omnipresent love.
the day she sequestered herself in realms of
isolation,
i would make her violently laugh to exit from vigils
of solitary boredom.
the day she sneezed incessantly; with heat soaring to
Herculean proportions in
her body,
i would prepare sizzling hot cupfuls of incense
tea; for her to get some
respite.
the day she complained of her temples throbbing,
i would massage her scalp with deft strokes of my
palm.
the day she giggled freely with a pack of lecherous
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strangers,
i would scold her for betraying me; with my anger
rising to unprecedented
limits.
the day she seemed exhausted to raise her feet,
i would hoist her on my shoulders to make her witness
the outside world.
the day she screamed at me for arriving late,
i would try and pacify her anger by tickling her
vociferously.
the day she seemed hapless while knitting me a
sweater,
i would try and execute fervent attempts to solve her
dilemma.
the day she was struck viciously by deathly fangs of
the garden snake,
i would extract the venom with my teeth; bringing her
back to consciousness.
and the day she said she wanted to terminate our
relationship; leaving me
forever,
i would simply have no other option but to die.
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CRAVINGS
When I lay languidly sprawled on a king poster
bed; emollient with a scent of
mesmerizing rose,
There was an insatiable craving in the body to sleep.
When I came in proximity with an appetizing meal of
cold salad; blended with
sea petrel,
There were irresistible cravings in the starved bowels
to eat.
When there hung an immaculate bandanna at right angles
to my vision,
There developed an inevitable craving to expurgate my
nostrils; and sneeze.
When I saw white water tumbling down the undulating
mountain,
There arose unfathomable cravings in my persona to
stand beneath it; and
bathe.
When I came in lethal confrontation with a cluster of
venomous snake,
There was an indispensable craving in my legs; to
gallop at rollicking pace and
flee.
When I alighted the majestically strong demeanour of a
race stallion,
There was a ubiquitous craving in my mind; to traverse
the race course at
swashbuckling speed.
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When I jumped aboard the ship; into sapphire waters of
the fathomless ocean,
There were desperate cravings that proliferated in my
body; to swim.
When my fellow counterparts tyrannized me; victimizing
me as the subject of
ludicrous laughter,
There arose sporadic cravings in my tongue to
stringently retaliate.
When I was on the verge of freezing in chilly winds of
arctic winter,
There arose profound cravings to burn a grandiloquent
fire; and warm my numb
feet.
When I was chased by a striped leopard in dense
camouflage of the jungle,
There was an overwhelming craving to clamber up the
tree; and hide in the
myriad of branches.
When I walked bedraggled; through silver soil of the
scorched desert,
There was an ingratiating craving for sipping cool
water; thereby sustaining
precious life.
When there were stacks of resplendent gold lying
unguarded on the solitary
street,
There were intractable cravings to permeate through
the heap; and pilfer.
When one of my siblings left prematurely for his
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heavenly abode,
There were nostalgic cravings in the eyes to sob
hysterically and emit water.
And when the ethereal shadow of my beloved unveiled in
entirety; before my
silhouette,
There was an intransigent craving in my lips to kiss
her; and love.
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WASHING TANK
Crisp cotton shirt had developed stains of spilled
coffee,
parallel velvet tie was coated with grease,
white spun vests resembled coal tar dustcloth,
flower embossed handkerchief smelt like rotten fish,
massive piles of square bedsheet showed blotches of
saffron oil,
a heap of bandages contained liquefied yellow pus,
wrinkle free trousers had fresh traces of sea mud,
infinite pair of woolen socks lay like decayed brown,
triangular head caps were submerged in streaks of
violet sweat,
plush upholstery covers showed smudges of wet muddy
feet,
the colossal mansion was in a complete mess,
with dirt converging in animosity on every visible
piece of clean cloth.
i took bulky amounts of carbolic powder,
several tablets of rough textured soap,
compact biscuits of chemically charged detergent,
blended the concoction of soap and powder granule,
in a deep tank containing crystal ground water,
stirred elastic walls of the solvent with a wooden
bat,
creating gargantuan amount of pungent soapy froth,
dissolved the tonnes of soiled dirt cloth,
way down in the dark slimy interiors of my ever
reliable hexagonal "WASHING
TANK"
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TANGIBLE FORMS OF MUD
White specks of dust were visible floating in the air,
as acrimonious beams of sunshine filtered through the
dark room.
golden splinters of sawdust flew in bountiful amounts,
as the serrated periphery of carpenter file,
sank deep in the body of rich slabs of mahogany wood.
granules of silver sand blew gustily in the air,
colliding with the eyeball at turbulent velocities,
as volatile bursts of wind hoisted them high in the
air,
blessing them magnanimous degrees of elevation.
morbid chunks of graveyard soil stuck to my boots,
as i trespassed the solitary mass of humid land,
weaving my way through a network of coffins,
bearing crucified souls of those buried alive during
war.
i lost ergonomic proportions of poise and balance,
hurtling face down towards rock iron sheets of ground
concrete,
as my feet caressed disdainful cakes of cow dung
plaster,
the slimy sheath of natural manure prompting me to
fall like a pack of cards.
my skin glittered like pure gold,
infinite arenas of my flesh exhibited looks of freshly
painted silver,
there was a mystical radiance overflowing from my
eyes,
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as i soaped myself vigorously with handfuls of richly
scented fertile mud.
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IF THE WORLD WAS UPSIDE DOWN
if gigantic silhouette of the peepal tree was rotated
upside down,
countless fibers of moistened roots would shiver in
the wind,
leafy bunches of lush green foliage would be buried
deep beneath the ground,
with a host of animals living in proximity with the
earth.
if the dexterously sculptured flower vase was kept
upside down,
soiled extracts of plant water would leak out in
ecstatic frenzy.
if conically tapered blocks of the mountain were
inverted upside down,
the slender nosed tip would refrain to bear the
onerous load of hillock,
and the formidable structure would collapse like a
soft packs of playing
cards.
if the glass facaded bungalow was revolved upside
down,
heaps of furniture would tumble down with a sigh,
water oozing from infinite cavities of the shower
would try and kiss the sky.
if princely cars traverse rough carpets of roads
upside down,
occupants would solely relinquish ideas of inhabiting
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them,
chrome topped assembly of roof would screech in high
pitched tunes of
discordance.
if the colossal brick structure of the clock tower was
placed upside down,
there would be inevitable confusions of time,
with people having to perspire all night and sleep
with a perpetual bliss all
sunlit day.
if humans trespassed upside down on the surface of
obdurate ground,
they would be in intimate contacts with slithering
snake and ant,
growing bald every minute with glistening scalps,
with their legs oblivious to the art of walking ,
baking like unconsumed cakes in harsh rays of the sun.
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TAILS
When the rustic horned cow swished its slender tail,
hordes of buzzing flies absconded at fast pace for
saving their lives.
when the fur coated sheep dog wagged its angular tail,
there were waves of euphoric ecstasy that hovered
around his persona.
when the radiant eyed tawny cat fluttered her bulky
tail,
it was an evident signal that she could ferociously
attack any moment.
when the acrobatic monkey swayed its nimble tail,
several of its progeny hung to it; making merry in
sedative currents of autumn
breeze.
when the rubicund complexioned chameleon caressed her
tail with ground,
it was a symbol of optimism; highlighting her perennial
urge to hunt.
when the serrated skin alligator flashed its menacing
tail,
the beast conveyed exorbitant amounts of
pleasure; while basking in the midday
sun.
when the fast track stallion batted its aspirant tail,
there was an accentuated indication of his charged
emtoions;at the commencement
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of race.
when a battalion of red ants flickered their tails,
they danced with blissful harmony in a godown stashed
full with salubrious
food grain.
when the colossal sized dinosaur moved its Herculean
tail,
virgin expanses of solid earth; diffused into
inarticulate crevices of gaping
hole.
and when the omnipotent demeanour of godhead lifted
his tail,
he hoisted the entire universe with overwhelming
spurts of ease,
on which lived the affluent, the poor, the animate and
intangible; and a host of
animals which had previously swished their tails.
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TABLET OF SOAP
Washing tonnes of daily dirt,
a hexagon shaped carbolic bar,
producing gargantuan amount of froth when rubbed
vigorously,
obnoxious odour when mixed with fruit juice,
waves of scented euphoria for bulk of the day,
scraping blanket of germs from skin,
whitewashing body with germicidal paint brush,
gently caressing flesh with rich lather,
culminating into elastic bubble spray,
blending superbly with tepid tap water,
fumigating scalp hair, slaining chains of dandruff,
reinvigorating natural electric balance of body,
extremely bitter in taste with a mesmerizing smell,
a thorough essential inhabiting wash rooms,
available in plain, multicolored bars, wrapped in gaudy
paper,
transforming breathing idols of dirt, to immaculate
gods,
also used for washing,smudged clothes,
long silky curls of animal skin,
initiating allergic reaction while entering the eye,
is my beautiful red "LUXURY TABLET OF SOAP"
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SWIMMING POOL
The crystal water looked marvelously blue,
shining like a glowworm in the infectious moonlight,
filled in a hexagon tank lined with pure sandstone,
with,
stainless metal slides converging down from amazing
heights,
long strips of diving board for a headlong plunge,
crisscrossed threads of netlon bifurcating it into
equal halves,
large injections of disinfectant added at fixed
intervals of time,
cozy changing rooms stacked with luxury towel,
mega perfume canisters for swimming in ecstasy,
inflated circular rings of rubber for wading through
the deep,
an ambience of pine tree and sprawling lawn proved
more than conducive,
the swimming pool was a treat to the eye in blistering
heat of the summer
month.
i couldn't resist any further,
waves of exhilaration dismantled sensible imagery,
as i clambered short rungs of the steep ladder,
gave a shrill scream, relishing thoroughly the icy
waters,
after plummeting 50 feet down from,
the ergonomically sculptured diving board.
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SWEAT
Slender slices of steel acquired the complexion of
molten curry,
when amber flames of the fire licked their persona
with savage heat.
infinite blades of lush green grass were camouflaged
in dew drops,
after blissful long spells of winter night sleep.
brutally scorched skin of desert camel oozed droplets
of water,
when struck by incessant heat reigning with immense
fervour in all quarters.
ornate petals of the red daisy produced nectar in
abundance,
after hosting a cluster of humming bees having fertile
sacs of golden honey.
concrete walls embodied with red brick displayed slimy
coats of moisture,
after brand new strokes of ravishing wall paint.
the ergonomically sculptured car seat felt amazingly
humid,
after i inhabited it, sank on it relishing my posture,
for unsurpassable lengths of time.
the surface of earth vomited Herculean amounts of
sizzling lava,
imprisoned within its innermost core for decades in
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strangulation.
colossal masses of rich black clouds excreted gallons
of water,
when hovering in close proximity with the green
periphery of earth.
wild branches of the raspberry tree expurgated fat
globules of bitter milk,
as i adroitly ripped their skins with my fingernails.
my body perspired like hell when thoroughly exposed to
currents of warm
sunshine,
as blistering waves of heat sapped reserve quota's of
energy,
sweating like an untamed pig all along the sultry
ambience of pitch dark
night.
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PERFECT EXAMPLES
Moist lotus flower coated with dewdrop paint,
floating in dark green jungle waters,
faded pink in color, thorny stalk buried in slimy river
bottom,
with swarms of honey bees clawing wildly for nectar,
is a perfect example of uninhibited ravishing beauty.
white water springs descending down the mountain
slope,
washing tonnes of dirt in its flow,
gurgling mystically while meandering through ground
stone,
bacteria free liquid when bottled at source,
is a perfect example of spotless crystalline purity.
dazzling rays emanating from golden sun ball,
imparting heat to all planets in the solar system,
feeding a plethora of green shrub throughout the day,
fumigating disease on earth with stringent pools of
sunshine,
is a perfect example of priceless and abundant light.
hot streams of liquid bubbling beneath parched core of
earth,
trapped for years by bulky mass of mud and rock,
gushing velocity causing irregular cracks,
annihilating all life existing, submerging it in oceans
of boiler heat,
is a perfect example of unfathomable power of dormant
lava.
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SUN TEMPLE
The atmosphere was enveloped with raspberry essence,
octagon pillars held the vast expanse of egg shaped
roof,
mystical scriptures were engraved on stone,
the floor was strewn with century old clay,
the exquisite elevation was an architectural treat,
a trio of saffron flags blew on towering roof,
tubular well was 1000 feet deep in belly of earth,
the dungeons contained armoury of knife, and gleaming
sword,
the idol of sun god hissed fire,
the sacrificial altar, was smeared with holy ash,
metal boards showcased clippings of war,
melodious sounds, a ramification of ,
brass tongues striking golden bodied bell,
blistering sunshine baked the structure in day,
effeminate light of the moon embraced it all
night,
ivory tusks projected from stuffed elephants in crimson
grey,
ornamental doors were embroidered with brass,
a grisly haired guide, held bulky manuscripts,
entertained hordes of visitors, fleet of school
children,
with nostalgic memories of the golden era,
in which were built the fiery walls of the "GOLDEN SUN
TEMPLE''.
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STRINGS
As i loosened taut strings of my dotted lemon purse,
there oozed out incredible amounts of corrugated
currency coins;
falling with sedate thuds on spongy cushions of carpet
green grass,
luring cupid individuals in mammoth numbers towards
their salacious
demeanour,
pacifying raging fires; in order to sustain mystical
vagaries of life.
as dense foliage of trees released venom strings from
the devil grey clouds,
pudgy globules of water pelted down with monstrous
fury,
wiping traces of obdurate dirt from mud painted
leaves,
sweeping fragile tufts of clay; effusive clusters
untamed fauna,
inundating every centimeter of barren land with
gallons of; pure rain water.
when i dexterously snapped entwined chords of my
inflated parachute,
soaring like a princely eagle at invincible altitudes
of the sky,
the contraption nose dived towards the chain of chafed
rocks,
colliding with obstreperous bangs against stiletto
outlines of pointed stone,
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and i relinquished breath without; animated struggle
with the creator.
as i opened my mouth to bark a string of incoherent
words,
woven with threads of intransigent abuse,
the babble seemed feckless and disillusioning,
prompting masses of people to vindictively spew spit
behind my back.
and when she decoded tension ridden strings of my
nictitating heart,
i erupted opulently into raptures of ebullient
emotion,
rebuking forever the insecurity that besieged my
persona,
making me oblivious to the most heinous of pain,
drowning me under furry quilt covers of celestial
sleep.
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STIMULATION
The tree leaves swayed with injected stimulation from
breezy draughts of air,
shedding its foliage at sporadic intervals of time.
stagnant patches of river water formed silken ripples,
with buoyant stimulation offered by cruising boat,
was lined with white froth in abundance when the boat
exceeded barriers of
speed.
hungry particles of mud transformed into wet slurry,
when fed with stimulation from the pelting drops of
rain,
forming soft cushions of water for the birds to take
their morning baths.
feeble men started working with newly discovered
exhilaration,
when poked with stimulation of mouthwatering food and
spring water,
dreary bones now functioned with fresh supply of newly
formed blood.
dilapidated engine of car shot ahead with bursts of
speed,
when reinforced with stimulation blend of petrol and
oil,
the life bestowing concoction flooding scorched
testubes in its engine.
bodies heavily soaked in sleep got boisterously
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active,
when submerged in volatile stimulations of steaming
coffee,
wee hours of the night suddenly came alive,
as black currants of coffee barged open doors of
blissful sleep.
we will exit out of nefarious deeds and malpractice,
relinquish the crown of prejudice forever,
breathe air, reminiscent of the era in which we were
born,
provided we get conducive stimulations that tickle
unexplored avenues of our
heart,
give us the omnipresent love we as a community of
humans have ever perceived.
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STEEL BIRD
Waiting majestically on grey tarmac,
100 feet of solid steel mass,
eloquent window panes visible in elevation,
consisting of resistant shatter proof fiber glass,
stubby nose coated with black caps of steel,
the entire body sleeping on a framework of elongated
steel,
stuck to an assembly of high quality radial Dunlop,
aerodynamic flaps of protruding wings,
enabling necessary leverage in thin air,
ergonomically soft cabin interior,
seat belts dangling from oval plastic,
bulb arrows leading to emergency exits,
inflated life vests camouflaged in cabin roof,
television monitors displaying altitude and speed,
revolving trolleys serving continental food,
circulating dailies stored in cloth racks,
overhead lockers containing hand baggage,
with tonnes of cargo in its hollow belly,
nestling in hangars for refueling,
ready to fly a million kilometers of air journey,
towering above snow alps, violent seas,
concrete cities, dense forests,
bearing signatures of Air India, British airways, Royal
Nepal....etc,
flying at unbelievable heights of half a lac feet,
the highest flying tapered bird,
made up of light aluminum foil and steel,
a carrier of unparalleled privilege,
the fastest mode of transport available,
is the air bus 320.
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SPEED BREAKER
Thickened bulges of curved black tarmac,
painted with stripes of brilliant silver white,
right angled patches of dull yellow,
riveted firmly to loose base of mud ground,
bulging handsomely a few inches above the rock bottom
base,
blended with coats of sand and dust in the summer day,
smeared partially with slimy drops of car oil,
kissed hard by bulky tyre tread trespassing,
found virtually on every open street of the city,
and mammoth empty patches of the national highway,
an obnoxious hazard prompting reduction of electric
speed,
repetitive squealing of brakes in close vicinity of
its periphery,
few meters of air-borne journeys after a head-on
confrontation,
existing in variable sizes of ultra large, medium and
baby stretch of wax
mould,
getting a few hours of disturbed sleep after the clock
hour strikes
midnight,
i the speed breaker warn you of the following,
never drive at nerve wrecking speed,
compress lever bars of the dipper while overtaking at
night,
transform all groans into smiles while on the driving
wheel,
don’t gallop at fast speed when the alcohol meter
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overflows in your body,
give the underprivileged pedestrians on foot faint
chances to cross the road,
and last of all bear this in top shelves of your mind
forever,
slacken wheel speed to zero as and when you approach a
SPEED BREAKER.
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SOUND
High pitched blaring sound of rock music,
silent gurgling rhyme of partially frozen water.
agonizing screams of deceased for help,
sardonic laughter of affluent sipping grape vine.
rubbing flint stone, produces fiery sound of
malevolence,
evacuated gas from earth core, diffusing into clouds of
noxious smoke.
crisp noises emanate as shoe soles crush dry leaf,
excreted spit falls with soft thud,kissing the ground.
blooming flowers sway,whistle with the air,
throat chords flex ,on savage consumption of bone
meal.
pungent voices echo,when lead match brushes sandpaper
corrugations,
scorched earth erupts in raptures on intimate contact
with drizzling water.
mega gas balloons burst with a bang, on mere caress by
pin,
traffic comes to a standstill at instants of security
barking stop.
teeth chatter wildly when hit by chilly draughts of
breeze,
exuberant voices greet the onset of tropical monsoon.
white flamingo's sing in rustic breeze of autumn,
sedate sounds float, from dying embers of crackling
firewood.
i cry with tenacity, wail in hysteria towards the sky,
pray fervently, to bestow all existing” WITH THE SOUND
OF OMNIPRESENT
HAPPINESS"
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SORRY
I inadvertently broke sparkling glass panes; while
playing cricket,
blurted a pathetic sorry to the outrageous occupants,
before they could take evasive action of slapping me
on my face.
i tickled my little brother with curled strokes of
pigeon feather,
said an innocent sorry when he was on the verge of
erupting into a volley of
abuse.
i woke my mother from tranquil realms of midnight
sleep,
demanding ravishing items to devour as a feast,
uttered a condoling sorry; when she was on the pinnacle
of gaining complete
consciousness.
i gulped nightmarish amounts of scotch whisky,
swung my body like a person strangulated by
uninhibited emotion,
whispered a down to earth sorry when the cops caught
me red-handed.
i brusquely collided head on with the milkman carrying
pails of fresh cream,
toppling them on the ground; with rivulets of milk
radiating all over,
said iterative numbers of sorry; thoroughly condemning
my irate act.
i sketched egg shaped cartoons of my balding math’s
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teacher,
pasting the graffiti on the walls for all to relish,
blurted a timidly echoing sorry; when he raised the
cane to whip my satiny
flesh.
i fought like wild cats with my beloved in the day,
causing incorrigible agony to her throbbing heart,
kissed her forehead; saying a sorry which came from
deep within my conscience,
to see her smiling with the same intensity with which
she first wept.
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SKIN
When i felt the scarred and abraded skin of unripened
orange,
it caused silent tremors in multiple pores of my
flesh.
when i touched the cold skin of pale chipped marble,
shivers of dormant jubilation made me smile.
when i caressed rough skin of unprocessed grey stone,
feelings of utter disdain crept slowly through cellars
of my blood.
when i felt the satiny skin of pure silk garment,
a serene calm descended painstakingly over my persona.
when I touched the skin of crystal flowing mountain
water,
nostalgic memories flooded in domains of longing
heart.
when I slapped the skin of languid grass blades,
tingling sensations catapulted me to dizzy heights of
ecstasy.
when I kneaded thoroughly the skin of unbaked dough,
circulation of red blood increased by leaps and bounds
in all regions of
body.
when I licked the skin of sickening sweet chocolate
candy,
it sent spurts of energy to torn cells of anguished
heart.
When I sipped nonchalantly elastically translucent
skin of brown rum,
Waves of pungent alcohol drowned me in webs of
disaster sedation.
when I cuddled the furry skin of the striped leopard,
I experienced overwhelming courage acting as my
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companion.
When I raised the lifeless skin of my beloved to the
creator,
I felt like charring it first,
to have an everlasting scent of her divine grace
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SKETCH IN NATURAL COLOR
Water seeped fast through the tall drainpipe,
muddy pools of liquid inhabited desolate patches of
the street,
bed sheets of road dust were drenched in the
inclement showers,
smudged portions of leaf glistened with water
droplets,
a distinct aroma of freshly bathed mud rose in the
air,
the birds chirped violently amidst the drifting
clouds,
as the sky now disguised in devil black wept like
never before.
semicircular skin with coats of light red ,
blended with crushed lead graphite powder
and tinges of pink floral paint,
fell down,
on the immaculate floor polished with molten wax,
diffusing into minute particles with the blowing wind,
licking the periphery of Arabic marble with coal
grain,
as i sharpened my bonded pencil,
with vociferous strokes of the razor switchblade.
i then took a huge white canvas cloth,
natural oil paint derived from tree bark and virgin
clay,
prepared a concoction of color paste and tap water,
sketched the grey clouds colliding with passion,
olive green bunches of wet tree leaf,
the thunder showers of torrential rain pouring down,
the backdrop of sun smiling behind the clouds,
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all i used was my sharpened pencil, and a thick water
brush,
dipped in natural extract of mixed color.
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SIGNALS
When the olive green light enclosed in translucent
sheath of glass beeped,
it was a subtle signal for pedestrians to unanimously
surge forward,
zipping past disdainful white lines of the zebra
crossing; at animated pace.
when acres of soil sprawled on earth scorched
onerously in the flaming sun,
an infinite assembly of hollow crevice blended
infectiously at several
quarters,
it was a indispensable signal for grey clouds to
shower torrential rain.
when insidious white powder dribbled in unison from
the jet black sheath of
scalp hair,
inevitable sensations of itching cropped up at barren
regions of musk brown
skin,
it was a lucrative signal for applying chivalrous
coats of medicated shampoo.
when a cluster of fish slithered haplessly on arid
surface of virgin ground,
trembling with cold shivers nibbling neglected chunks
of wild mushroom,
it was a desperate signal to inundate the ambience of
fish with surplus
water.
when the passenger plane nose-dived into satiny azure
cocoons of humid air,
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intricate machinery of the steel bird relinquishing to
perform,
it was an emergency signal for the passengers to strap
their air bags and leap
down.
when the robust farm hen laid a festoon of pearly
white eggs,
nestling them with intimate warmth of her feathery
quill,
it was an harmonious signal from the creator for the
fledglings to hatch.
when there was a brusque interruption of the human
breath,
innumerable palpable cavities of heart throbbed with
emphatic exhilaration,
it was a sure signal for the person to evacuate this
earth.
and when she waited anxiously for me to return in wee
hours of dawn,
refraining to consume even a droplet of water in my
solitary absence,
praying tenaciously to the almighty for me to return,
it was an incorrigible signal that she loved me as she
feared to die.
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COUDROUY SHOES
I used them to trample incorrigible chunks of wild
clay,
violently kick orphan splinters of soft pebble that
came my way.
i wore them while clambering up menacing slopes of the
snow clad mountain,
waded through placid waters of jungle river at
leisurely pace.
i brutally dismantled inarticulate walls of the
glistening sandcastle,
tread harmoniously; with nonchalant vigor on an army
of desert crab.
i aimlessly loitered through solitary streets of the
city; a few hours
preceding dawn,
tenderly kissing pliable cakes of cow dung plaster that
confronted my way.
i assassinated transparent panes of the shop
window; into a fine spray of white
chowder,
stole exquisite pieces of saffron cloth; from the dark
ambience of the closet.
i jogged incessantly across the sparkling meadow; with
sporadic pants of
breath,
made cacophonic noises ;crushing withered leaves of
the oleander maple.
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i stood fearlessly on a battalion of fiery red ant,
escaped unhurt; as the animate creatures tried
puncturing the leather without
respite.
i even adhered them to my feet; with long strands of
shriveled rubber,
descending to fathomless depths of the ocean; exploring
blood red coral
reef's.
i traversed unrelentingly on steaming patches of
barren land,
they still seemed to hold my weight; bereft of squeaks
and discordant sounds.
i took them out for few hours; when sunk in the domains
of blissful sleep,
my twin pair of corduroy shoes still guarded me
against jinxed spirits,
exuberantly anticipating the fresh soles of my rustic
feet,
as the clock ticked a second past brilliant dawn.
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SHAVEN SCALPS
As i shaved corrugated exteriors of the deodar tree,
the palpable object of wood shivered incessantly all
frosty night.
when i shaved the skin of rustic African leopard,
he was left behind with a conglomerate of bones and
naked flesh,
assassinating buoyant traces of pride nestling in
infinite parts of his body.
when i shaved the thorny skin of juicy pineapple,
ripping the fruit into triangular halves with my
butcher knife,
appetizing slices of nutrition lay lifeless for me to
consume.
when i shaved hectares of paint sticking to house
walls,
savagely rubbed every iota of polish with crystal
sandpaper,
the structure resembled a morbid mortuary devoid of
sparks of color.
when i shaved the gaudy black skin from tinted car
glass,
punctured its doors with grey lead flying haphazardly
from my pistol,
the sedan appeared as if donated in charity,
fresh from the dilapidated domains of the village
junkyard.
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when i shaved the transparent skin of electric bulb of
light,
severed the dainty filaments of voltage inside,
the contrivance resembled soft yellow pulp of rotten
mango.
when i shaved ornately sculptured skin of oyster
shell,
evacuated frugal amounts of saline water
trapped inside,
impeccable pearls of brilliant white bounced in my
awaiting palms.
when i shaved chunks of hair from the human scalp,
scrubbed it hard with a concoction of oil and perfume
till it shone,
engraved it with mystical scriptures portraying the
ancient era,
the bald dome looked strikingly similar to,
sparkling idols of god assembled in the tranquil
golden light of the Temple.
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100 M SPRINT
Grey lead escapes gleaming pistol barrel,
10 bullets soar high in the sky,
piercing fluffy carpets of blue clouds,
flooding air patches with dynamite stench,
as 10 heads sport curly hair,
crisscrossed in pools of sweat,
10 shirts of athletic spun cotton,
10 sweat shorts clinging to muscled leg,
10 time pieces wound on wrists,
10 pairs of footwear studded with spikes,
10 bands of multicolored foam,
fitted tightly to throbbing forehead,
10 chains of shining metal,
jingling against heavy chest bone,
10 pairs of eyes converging dead straight,
reflecting uncurbed desires of complete triumph,
10 sets of moist palms,
clenched tightly into blood curling fists,
10 pairs of curved ankles,
knelt towards saw dust race tracks,
10 pairs of pounding hearts,
ready to leap in heated ecstasy,
the 100 m sprint is just about to commence.
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TRAGEDY ON FOUR WHEELS
the pungent alacrity of the air strikes me,
creating quadruples of animated breath,
as i pass,
luminated signboards, suspended cables,
well lit edifices, lush green shrubs,
tainted scraps of loiter,concrete skyscrapers,
flashing signals, incoherent busstops,
sacrosanct church spires, towering clocks,
gaudy exhibitions, heavy bolt prisons,
suburban railways, thick glass aquariums,
bustling airports, chagrinned cinema halls,
glittering coffee shops, nonchalant mad houses,
exquisite monuments, sporadic manufacture of milk,
disheveled beggars, unsuspecting black hoods of crime,
plethora of beaches, desolate rumbles of junk,
mammoth emergency wards, indiscreet abattoirs of sheep,
looming textile mills, stagnant pools of fetid water,
haunted carousels, brown tarts of crisp toffee,
undulating landscape,chiselled toy shops of soft
plastic,
escalating perfumed fountains, low altitude tin roofs,
black wisps of hovering clouds, crimson crested pigeon
flesh,
unrelenting spikes of steel wire, landlords blessed
with cupidity,
infrared power stations, chunks of gaseous evading
moonlight,
salubrious machinery in gymnasiums, corrugated
assemblage of pine trees,
i finally switch my way homewards,
the four wheeled metallic monster probes forward,
cutting clockwise currents of dust,
the vulcanized rubber comes to an abrupt halt,
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shards of glass lay all over,
metal to metal clashes hard,
creating a screeching eerie sound,
my head submerged in pools of thick grease,
sticky and red in color,
as i breathe my last breath, utter my last syllable.
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MY ADVENTURES OF THE JUNGLE
I butchered unwanted outgrowths that came my way,
crushed thorny cactus under bare soles of my feet,
hung freely from forked elastic branch of mango tree,
bathed in icy streams flowing past a plethora of rock,
screamed at full lung capacity to resemble aboriginal
apes, bit my teeth in
thick folds of
green banana skin,
covered my body with dotted fragments of tree bark
skin,
rode bare back on untamed African elephant,
burnt a roaring fire of brittle tree logwood,
engulfed my mouth in fleshy delights of smoked deer
meat,
slept like a demon in moist interiors of my large rock
cavern,
camouflaged from sight by thunderous waterfall,
cascading from dizzy heights of the mountain.
acerbic rays of the sun filtered at dawn,
through innumerable crevices of my dilapidated cave
roof,
awakening me with jolts of unwarranted surprise,
as i started my expedition towards the century old
buried temple.
there were steps that led a trail into deep recesses
of earth,
at the end of which lay sprawled a dungeon of riches,
with silver coins raining from the oval roof,
diamond and yellow gold was stashed abundantly,
pieces of ivory projected from the wall,
i then lost balance, high degrees of self control,
my weary legs collapsed on the floor,
to roll in a bed of glittering gold, with globules of
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white silver pouring
down.
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THE ART OF SHAVING
Transparent droplets of water rolled down my cheek,
crusty white liquid was produced in bountiful spray,
piercing tunes blasted from sleek sound systems,
fountains of water oozed from the shower at electric
speeds,
hot geyser lights burned incessantly,
coats of wall plaster glistened in dull radiance,
tablets of green soap lay bare on the mantelpiece,
rich spun towels hung from articulately curved hooks,
tonnes of washing powder evacuated a cluster of
bacteria,
as i stared into the crystal mirror,
suspended a few feet below the ceiling weaved with
corrugations.
i filled a large tumbler with mineral water,
dissolved filaments of chili for pungent perfume,
poured frosty denim foam wildly compressing the nozzle
pipe,
stirred the mixture with round sticks of silver,
caressed hard stalks of my hair,
with pea sized amounts of yellow cream,
scraped untidy mass of overgrown stubble,
with deft strokes of twin platinum blades,
splashed my face clean with handfuls of ice water,
slaughtered remnant traces of untrimmed hair,
with steady applications of blow dryer gun,
breathed a sigh of relief at last,
sprinkling my immaculately shaven flesh,
with revitalizing wisps of the cologne aftershave.
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WHY DID HE
Why did he have to walk with a crippled leg,
when several of his age took part in marathon race.
Why did he beg with bruised bowls of cheap copper,
When bulk of the population sipped peach flavored
chocolate rum.
Why did he travel long distance on rusty bicycle,
Silver sedans with undeserving youth clambered through
dream lanes of the
valley.
Why did he quench his thirst with contaminated tap
water,
His counterpart mates drank Irish spring water all
night and day.
Why did he sleep with clattering teeth with threadbare
sacks wrapped round his
body,
Affluent children snuggled tightly under the comfort
of their Persian quilt.
Why did he spend his day begging and pulling truck
load,
youth of his age swam merrily, played long tennis with
cushioned racket.
Why did he place his feet on scorched tarmac,
The prince in the palace tread on Luke warm chips of
scented marble.
Why did he speak in a rustic village accent,
Teenagers of his kind babbled inarticulately in
different styles of slang.
Why did he wear clothes that were stained with colored
spit and mud,
A fleet of school children attired in white shirt and
immaculate tie.
Why did he have no one to wipe his tears with tinges
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of blood,
God bestowed riches on some and a mountain of
horrendous difficulty on the
other
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CLOUDBURST OF RAIN
The eagle soars high in the sapphire clouds,
a trail of holy smoke rises in the moist air,
striped leopards sprint through bushes at high speed,
protuberant pigeon neck submerges itself in coolant
water,
furry Eskimo bear nestles against the deciduous tree,
agilitic monkey springs in a network of branches,
a cloudburst of water tumbles from the sky.
there was a draining of emotions,
droplets of salt water rolled down my cheek,
witnessing the grandeur as cloud waves were smeared
with tea black,
i exposed my flesh to be encompassed by moisture,
tried to confiscate a pool of saturated vapour,
with fingers extended, palms cupped in gusty currents
of the wind.
the ambience was enveloped with serene calm,
ground mass was ice-cream soft, with wet patches of
water,
the sky was crystal clean, divested of ugly tinges of
grey,
birds left for their nests in exodus,
fleshy tortoise neck receded in hard shell,
spiders were busy mending torn threads of web,
pin drop silence now replaced deafening sound of
pelting rain,
i stared in ecstasy at the starlit night,
buried deep in my mountain cave,
slept like a horse till first rays of the next dawn.
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SHADOW
Dominating its presence right since birth,
in sunlight, moonshine, and artificial light,
pitch dark in color at all instants of time,
sewn perpendicular to pair of feet,
lurking stealthily on all kinds of surface,
unobstructed passage of black light,
trespassing nuclear stations, barbed wire,
high flung walls, towering gates of wrought iron,
mass of water ,galleries of glass cubicles,
with utmost ease of a crowned prince,
kissing unknown strangers with soft intimacy,
embracing hot patches of dirt,
with tender caress of shady moisture,
cooling dreary passengers scorched in the sun,
priceless comfort without a pinch to the purse,
emanating wildly from all living and created,
disappearing entirely at nightfall,
and abrupt closure of switchboard light,
twice the length of person possessing it,
a magnified presentation of existing object,
as i stare at the relaxed composure of my SHADOW.
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DEFINITIONS
White granules of crushed salt,
distilled from rash waves of saline ocean,
mixed in adequate amount of clear water,
filled to the brim in large beer mugs,
along with with crushed pulp of lemon, tinge of ginger,
is my definition of taste.
{1}
fine threads of variegated saffron,
adhering to shiny interiors of stainless steel,
filled with curry of white starched curd,
with fine sprinkle of pungent mustard powder,
beaten to jelly with wooden battens,
producing clouds of strong aroma,
is my definition of smell.
{2}
brilliant red petals of fragrant rose,
germinating in tandem from thick center buds,
springing from thorny, slender green beanstalk,
deriving nutrition fertile soil,
with a sheath of transparent dew drops,
is my definition of colour.
{3}
heaps of crisp currency notes,
stacked in invincible iron safe,
punched in a cluster by pins of soft metal,
increasing in size by the passing day,
with exquisite statues of pure gold,
is my definition of comfort.
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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A BEGGAR
I shriek at high pitched tones in discordance,
mumbling words unnaturally formed,
stretching minute chords of my vocal tract,
i was a sight to stare on the bustling street,
irregular hair mass pivoting from my scalp,
thick outgrowths of beard stubs sprawled across face,
a breeding place for minuscule street insects,
feeding in comfort, on unwashed dirt ,
adorned in threadbare sac, reaching my ankle,
i felt like an official prince of the poor,
being mentally traumatized since i was born,
brutally whipped at all quarters of life,
utterly bereft of a shoulder to droop upon,
looked upon in contempt by all passing me,
a large slate of wood to perch on all day,
cold stone pillows the armory for sleep,
a meager consumption of hard bread and contaminated
water,
i spent all my life by the fountain side,
with droplets of misery showered in plenty,
an empty begging container my proudest possession,
dangling from my skeleton shoulders,
i have to make an early exit friends,
there seems to be a traffic jam, luxury cars seem to be
the majority,
where in lies the crux of my begging activity
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THE PLIGHT OF THE FOUR WINGED CANVAS
The painted strand of fiber is held rigid,
as its variegated counterpart clings to the air,
the cocoon of sapphire mist encroaches upon,
the sun dazzles amidst network of intermingled wrists.
the thread surges with upsurgent fervour,
the canvas races still further.
slow staccato movements of the hands,
nimble turning of the feet,
blaring noises kiss the air,
multicolored strips of plastic cut the glare,
with daintily adorned straw brimmed head gear.
the fibers collectively come abreast,
chorus in unison for equal strength,
the canvas sways wildly,
as the savage battle is put to true test.
the canvas finally snaps into multiple fragments,
floating with gleeful anticipation,
amidst the pulsating tension,
descending with effusive velocity,
with the backdrop of oleander being its lone saviour.
i mull quietly over the proceedings,
the four winged canvas falls with a thud,
gently caressing my large feet,
puts me in a trance; an everlasting sleep.
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OBJECT OF DESIRE
Thick sheets of raw cardboard paper,
sewn from dried pulp mixture,
processed and woven in looming mill machine,
a commodity manufactured at threadbare costs,
desert brown in color, and rough in texture,
cut to various shapes of
square, rectangle, triangle, penta and cone,
with steel cutters piercing its hard flesh,
particles of golden sawdust floating in air,
transforming barbaric paper to trimmed angel,
rendering it feasible for further treatment,
the prime of which is an overlapping fold,
followed by rich wax paint,
printing designs befitting all occasions,
like marriage, love, laughter and examination,
with finely calligraphed captivating quotes,
accentuating magical conversion of raw paper, into
royal greeting card,
a carrier of fluctuating emotions,
a cheaply procurable "OBJECT OF DESIRE"
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BIZZARE ACT ON HUMANITY
nightmarish solitude envelops them,
as mindless monsters in flesh encroach upon,
hooded in deadly black witchcraft drapery,
clutching steel tubes with twin nozzles,
incorporating lethal bundles of gunpowder,
angularly carved pointed iron,
brittle green shells pinned at ends,
heaps of razor sharp long shears,
heavy metal gleam of savage crowbar,
brutal wailing of siren bombs,
indiscreet flashing devilish smiles,
a cloudburst of mangled voices,
sharp shots of blood curling fire,
a plethora of hard grey lead flies around,
biting acridly into cool sheaths of cabin air,
making gaping holes into splinter proof glass,
dissipating plush upholstery into threadbare
components,
toppling multiple cutlery with scalding water,
disarming monitoring switchboards of electricity,
horrendous blackness descends all over,
living entities run helter -skelter,
hushed silence pervades all commotion,
a saga of epidemic bestiality,
prompting contorted panic ridden reality,
blotches of blood, strips of cloth lay astrew,
the two winged airbus finally changes course,
as obstreperous demands strike eardrums of the air
navigators,
shocked by a network of gun barrel,
ready to explode at instants of denial,
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the most bizarre act on humanity,
as the hijackers formally announce their arrival
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OBSSESED TO SLEEP
There was nothing else to ponder on,
minutes and hours went whistling by,
days sped into pitch dark night,
acrid rays of sunlight shone on hilltop roof,
bird music was the only confrontation,
with high pitched gurgling of mountain stream,
deafening sound of dry gusty wind,
mammoth bedspread of tree leaf cover,
sapphire blue puffs of drifting cloud mass,
canvas tent cloth shielding me in darkness,
perched right up at the conical precipice,
grey striped lizards gliding through rock crevice,
deciduous forests sprawled down the slope,
stretching into silver lining of distant horizon,
thick grass cover cushioning soil,
candle wax transiting to white grease,
as hot flames douse its periphery, provide orange
light,
fleet of fighter jets leave trails of white smoke,
the fluffy camp bed sinks with my weight,
red cloth ceiling embarrassed by my continuous gaze,
the atmosphere enveloped with silent melody,
emanating from vocal chords deep down my throat,
advocating my penchant for omnipresent peace,
my unending tryst, for obsession with nil work.
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UNCROWNED KING
Corrugated branches of live wood,
oozing bitter colored milk when sliced with axe,
sprouting from infinite spots of tree trunk,
slender ,thick, long ,strong,
angular sticks of dark brown,
irregular planks of breathing timber,
tapered at ends with several offshoots,
alongwith tiny buds concealed in darkness,
awaiting encounter with rustic breeze,
bearing bunches of fresh green leaves,
spiraling down towards the earth,
compressed by sheets of torrential rain water,
tumbling from black moisture laden clouds,
drenching completely foliage and tall tree,
a breeding palace for,
bushy squirrels, migratory birds,
camouflaged lizards, black ants,
sharp witted fox, night watchman owl,
red beaked parrot, grey crested pigeon,
an essential commodity for crackling firewood,
spreading its roots in deep tunnels of soil,
growing fast and wide through dispersion of seed,
a soothing sight to the human eye,
its branches whistling with the wind,
the neem tree is granted the status of the,
oldest "UNCROWNED KING".
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I HAD, I DREAMT ,I MADE
I had hands roughened with passage of time,
calcium nail coat with irregular indentation,
supple skin with pores of youthful endeavor,
fresh dark lines on palm, ruddy in complexion.
{1}
i dreamt of luxury cars with Dunlop seat,
spacious rooms with filtering sunlight,
appetizing food served in silver,
arrays of crystal adorning ceramic polished wall,
pure ivory cutglass made from elephant tusk,
Persian satin cloth draping my bare flesh,
ice cold water for euphoric summer swim.
{2}
i sliced tree bark with butcher knife,
collected grey stone sprinkled with ash,
blended sticky clay with pitchers of water,
rolled spiked wire to form a fence,
crushed marble chips, sparkling granite, to flat tiles,
dug deep wells for extracting pure ground water,
clipped cable wires for transmitting current,
set the hands of gold watch at my favorite nine,
snatched all finance from blood sucking population,
built a two story house with red baked brick.
{3}
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A FULL DAY OF SUNSHINE
A full day of sunshine provides truck loads of
dazzling light,
evaporating traces of imprisoned water with blemishes
of grey.
a full day of sunshine revitalizes dead nerves,
imparting fortified strength to frayed network of
shoulder bone.
a full day of sunshine stringently fumigates
households of moisture,
tenaciously baking slip-shod exteriors of feeble
edifices.
a full day of sunshine makes morbid waters of the
river sparkle,
instigating animate fauna to creep up uninhibited on
the translucent surface.
a full day of sunshine would decimate clusters of
venomous mosquito,
releasing scores of humans from the captive jaws of
epidemic.
a full day of sunshine provides fodder to sprawling
acres of green grass,
reinforcing their lack-luster appearance with
blossoming stalks of lotus
pink.
a full day of sunshine ensures a ravishing time at the
beach,
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engulfing shriveled white patches of pale skin with
masculine streaks of tan.
a full day of sunshine is a rare commodity on jagged
peaks of the snow clad
alps,
initiating fountains of perennial happiness to pour;
from the eyes of those privileged to witness these
welcome beams of warmth.
a full day of sunshine prompts sagged clothes in
blended water to dry,
transforming its wet demeanour into crispy texture of
uncreased garment.
a full day of sunshine inspires individuals with
premonitions of art,
rendering them versatile enough to scrupulously
achieve mounting tasks.
a full day of sunshine leads to intense perspiration
dribbling down,
highlighting the optimistic effects of confronting
life.
a full day of sunshine offers respite from nail biting
cold,
a reprieve from abhorrent sins of the previous night,
filtering feckless prejudices into oblivion,
chalking out innovative plans and fresh directions in
adventurous life.
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A GAME OF CHESS
pieces of stone molded to artistic pawns,
royal knights maneuvering handsomely on the board,
sturdy rooks marching straight with dexterous ease,
hunchbacked bishops gliding through diagonal streets,
haughty queen parading on all quarters of the board,
the resolute king taking a step at a time,
minuscule pawns were killed in initial encounter,
infinite permutations kept going on,
the well spun chess cloth shone in yellow bulb light,
automatic clocks ticked with player moves,
giant screen flashed moves to millions of people,
the indoor auditorium brimmed to capacity,
crowd mass took bated breaths, stayed glued to their
seats,
the battle on board grew tense,
as the day was divested of passing hours,
his tapered fingers eventually slammed a piece down,
chorused smiles reflected on thousands seated,
as well as the ones witnessing it on silver screen,
the winner proudly shook hands with the ruling
president,
flung the trophy high towards kingdom of the creator,
grimaced his teeth in exuberance,
to announce his victory in the world of chess,
crowning him as the reigning "WORLD CHESS
CHAMPION"
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ACNE
Round bumps of red rash developed on my face,
As a handful of mosquitoes stung placid regions of my
flesh in unison.
Small protrusions of skin were visible on my face,
An aftermath of fanatic consumption of dairy milk
chocolate.
Blotted patches of dirty green crept on my handsome
feet,
After dipping it in stagnant water for unsurpassable
lengths of time.
Soft crusts of yellow grew in abundance beneath my
luscious lips,
As I didn’t scrub my face for weeks on the trot.
Illicit corrugations of grey engulfed large portions
of my back,
The moment I rolled vociferously in remnant ashes of a
dead soul.
Fresh wounds of thin blood were disdainful to spot on
my hands,
As I kneaded them against cutters of steel to gain
respite from inflamed
irritation.
Prominent sty buds cropped on intricate exteriors of
my eye,
After violent outbursts of epidemic fever.
Tiny hillocks of skin took birth on my scalp,
As I drenched them in fuming acid instead of tepid
water.
Colossal amounts of prickly heat erupted on my chest,
As I waded through blistering currents of the brutal
summer.
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Minuscule goose-bumps rose with tender tenacity from
my body,
As I lay down on cubes of ice, bereft of a cloth
camouflaging my flesh.
Throbbing walls of my sensitive heart,
Got reinforced with a cluster of blunt tiny thorns,
Ripping apart capillaries of blood, bellows of gallant
oxygen,
When the person I was ready to die for,
The one who meant to me more than what bountiful life
could offer,
Left me midway in my quest for conquering unfathomable
goals in life.
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NATURAL DRINK
when drops of fuming acid fell down on the ground,
infinite blades of green grass wailed in cacophonic
unison,
the soil was subjected to unrelenting agony; engulfed
with waves of acerbity.
when globules of crimson paint cascaded on the ground,
a plethora of leaf was submerged with obnoxious color,
strangulating life rendering pores of tangible breath.
when pellets of aromatic effluent tumbled on the
ground,
there arose an utter pandemonium; nimble ants and toads
ran helter-skelter,
the rustic ambience of soil; now transited to
inevitable distortion.
When fetid gutter water leaked out on the ground,
Streams of blotted liquid now imprisoned land,
And there proliferated a battalion of venomous
mosquito with toxic sting.
When an extract of raw sugarcane juice was poured on
the ground,
The coagulated balls of clay relished it on primordial
encounter,
But soon vomited out the surplus with sighs of
increasing impatience.
When a pressured spray of pesticide was sprayed
uniformly on the ground,
Animate creepers repelled it with all their might,
The mud shrieked disdainfully; unable to bear the
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tyranny of being mutilated.
And when finally crystal water plummeted from silver
grey clouds,
Famished granules of soil; heaved gargantuan sighs of
relief,
Hungrily suckled the NATURAL DRINK they were
deprived
of for marathon hours
on the trot
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AN ACT OF BRUTALITY
The road was a desolate patch of tarmac burning,
blotches of dust stuck to side embankments,
disdainful heat waves knifed all those moving,
the sun shone from all quarters of sky carpets,
crows croaked loud for mud vessels of water,
gigantic lizards adapted chocolate brown color of tree
stalk,
house interiors baked in increasing intensity of sun
blaze,
multiple mouth cavities craved for transparent liquid,
ground mud sheets burst into cracks, in boiling heat,
the kilometer strip, was inhabited by striped furry
dogs,
chasing vehicles as they whistled by,
distant roars of laughter became evident,
as gang of youngsters danced in aisles of the silver
Mercedes.
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blaring music echoed through the air,
powerful stench of alcohol floated in the breeze,
radial tyres left trails of scorching sand,
driver compressed gas pedal to full angularity,
innocent dogs chased car at whirlwind speed,
barked their heart out at unruly youth reclined in car
seat,
ran abreast of bullet proof doors, for marathon time,
the men then decided they had enough confrontation,
wailing yelps besieged the serene calm,
as car assembly surged forward,
indiscreetly trampling few pounds of helpless dog
meat.
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ACTIONS
I chopped the mighty cheddar tree into slices of
trimmed lumber,
then accomplished the action of aligning dry wood for
fire.
i evacuated slippery fish from the lake with coherent
dexterity,
then plunged myself into the action of roasting them
for night supper.
i traveled at nerve breaking speeds in the lead
tipped capsule of spaceship,
engaged myself voraciously in the task of snapping
photographs of the moon.
i brutally tore through the skin of the succulent
watermelon,
urged myself into the action of devouring blood red
chunks of the fruit.
i waded past undulating waters of the sea; landing up
marooned on an island,
intensely involved myself in the action of plucking
wild banana to survive.
i subtly filled hollow interiors of my pen with
fountain ink,
passionately prompting my fingers to perform the
action of ornate
calligraphy.
i inadvertently slipped from precarious height of the
stairs,
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wasted no time getting into the action of consuming a
pellet of pain killer.
i mounted euphorically on a thoroughbred stallion,
then ardently executed the action of galloping past
the mountains.
i chewed a cluster of sapphire green betel leaf,
performed the rustic action of spitting cup fulls of
saliva on the street.
i memorized mystical tunes all throughout the cloud
covers of murky day,
prolifically drowned myself in the action of composing
romantic songs.
i slogged in the blistering heat of the fierce midday
sun,
then succumbing myself to the involuntary action of
blissful sleep.
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ADDICTION
a dog has overwhelming addiction for raw sticks of
bone,
gnaws them with immense fervour,
crushing them to finely powdered calcium with brutal
strokes of canine teeth.
the human tongue has an addiction for the slimy
texture of water,
swallows mammoth pints of ice water with the ticking
clock,
relishing the moist freshness, quenching the thirst
for insatiable desire.
a slab of iron has an addiction for acquiring coats
of rust,
the monsoon approaches, mighty droplets of rain drench
its surface,
transforming its shining body into rusty curled peels
projecting out.
the farmer has an addiction for rich cow milk,
deftly kneading the ripened teats,
thereby extracting a fountain of white cream into the
empty pail placed
below.
the spider has an addiction for spinning webs,
revolves incessantly with sticky juice emanating from
its legs,
developing a network of intermingled threads
glistening in the golden
sunlight.
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some souls have a mounting addiction for tobacco leaf,
chewing it, blowing it into clouds of grey smoke,
rendering their hearts deficient of life bestowing
achromatic oxygen.
fishes have addiction for saline ocean water,
move at amazing speeds with their bodies slithering,
gasp for breath, dying within few seconds of isolation
from the sea.
all car engines have severe addiction for lubricant
oil,
sputter at regular intervals, whine like monsters,
emitting sparks of friction when divested of blood in
their veins.
i had a pragmatic addiction to survive,
had to consume many morsels of food and water to
achieve the same,
needed crisp currency notes as my sole artillery,
which appeared cumbersome to earn from impoverished
hearts residing beside
me.
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AFTERMATH'S OF PINCHING
When i sedately pinched an opalescent balloon filled
with tonnes of gas,
pricked it with ultra thin needles coated with
scorpion sting,
gave it a volatile punch in its solar plexus,
the colossal ball of swollen rubber burst with
obstreperous bangs,
now resembling deflated skin of threadbare junk.
when i boisterously pinched the shell of juicy water
melon,
ripped apart the fruit with adroit strokes of the
butcher knife,
kneaded the blood red pulp, applying unrelenting
pressure with palms,
squashed the residue in compressed interiors of
knotted cloth,
a stream of crimson red juice tumbled directly into
scorched regions of my
throat.
when i placidly pinched the striped skin coat of a
sleeping leopard,
tickled his upright ears with silken camouflage of
Falcon feather,
left a plethora of red ant to wander around his slimy
nose,
kicked his rear playfully with swashbuckling strokes
of my feet,
the beast roared ferociously, jolted from arena's of
blissful sleep,
devoured me like an insect, relishing a meal of soft
tender bone.
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when i vindictively pinched blissfully asleep tunnels
of my heart,
poked my ribs with icy cold vegetable of carrot,
turbulent voices advocated my penchant for everlasting
freedom,
a mystical aura radiated from my wheatish face,
i wanted to smile with pumped exuberance for the
remaining quota of life,
before blending my ashes with the mundane playground
of earth.
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ANECDOTES OF FANTASY
When i feel happy and bustling with youth,
the atmosphere sprinkled with petals of palpable
emotion,
i embrace semicircular pillars of white stone with a
vice like grip.
when i feel besieged with waves of despondence,
inflated bubbles of energy pierced with daggers of
revenge,
i stare nonchalantly at clouds swimming in the sky.
when i feel exhausted with mounting tasks of the day,
clothes soaked wet in pools of dripping sweat,
i suspend my feet in salty water of the ferocious sea.
when i feel pangs of hunger striking walls of long
intestine,
dreary body frame succumbs to an unnatural
siesta ,
i stretch my mouth palette wide to swallow large
chunks of roasted potato.
when i feel tickled rolling in languid blades of
grass,
grey lizards traverse rough barks of live tree wood,
i inhale air in lungs, scream in ecstasy flexing vocal
chords deep down my
throat.
when my fingers swell with incessant clinging to
fountain pen,
mental imagery fluctuates in relation to school text
load,
i massage both palms vigorously with herbal turmeric
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balm.
when i fly in the aircraft at unsurpassable heights
from ground,
the flight steward serves tall beer mugs of juice,
i feel like floating in blue air of the bare sky,
with my body strapped firmly to chords of parachute.
when i feel the world frantically running
after me,
there exists no peace at all quarters of the city,
i enclose myself in soundproof walls of my submarine,
listen to melodious tunes of Egyptian music.
when i envisage the poor shivering in icy
winds of winter,
stunningly rich trading wealth in polished glass walls
of the kingly casino,
i feel like distributing minuscule fractions of their
affluence,
to my human counterparts on the brink of extinction.
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ANGELS OF THE SKY
They floated like inflated gas balloons,
bounced to and fro between the earth and sky,
leapt from amazing height of the castle tower,
drowned deep in remote galleries of the blue ocean,
walked through crackling flames producing blistering
heat,
ate needle thorn with coats of salt for evening
supper,
drove their cars suspended in air ,evading cumbersome
jams,
closed their breaths for abnormal hours without traces
of suffocation,
transformed the patches of earth on which they tread
into sticks of gold,
held out their hands for scorpions to sting,
took bath in fuming acid at the rise of handsome dawn,
inscribed the names of their beloved on flesh with
rusty knife,
chewed the hardest of bone with nonchalant ease,
devoured atom bomb shell like flavored candy cakes,
scored cent percent marks in every single grade,
bludgeoned their way, unhurt amidst an ambience of
indiscreet gunfire,
swam with the elegance of a white shark through the
red sea,
were invisible in the brightest sunlight of the day,
danced all throughout the night without a single spell
of enchanting sleep,
they had existed since millions of calendar year,
in secret domains beyond silver grey outlines of the
rain cloud,
even before the first sign of life wept on this earth,
some millions years prior to man's creation,
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their awesome power was simply unparalleled,
they always wore satin robes of spotless white,
they christened themselves as"ANGELS OF THE SKY"
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ATTIRE
i wore spiked shoe with projecting porcupine thorn,
tread on the brittle surface of the frozen lake,
breaking the harmony of the agglutinated chunks of
ice.
i wore a demon mask having scores of Dracula teeth,
attached a hair wig composed of fiery needle,
roamed in zebra striped suits, traversing the busy
streets,
thereby scaring groups of innocent children.
i wore trousers made of threadbare rope,
encapsulated my chest in jackets of rich straw,
held wine jars in my hand containing pure incense
stick,
sat down to meditate with routine traffic whistling
past my eyes.
i wore a plastic coat made from stale polythene,
triangular cap of cane possessing an army of irregular
holes,
nailed a big plus in the center of my broad chest,
catered to a host of patients as the visiting doctor.
i wore a suit stitched in exquisite quality silk,
sparkling boots made of snake python leather,
sprinkled my persona with gallons of whale perfume,
pinned an enchanting red rose to my immaculate tie,
sat with overwhelming peace in the plush interiors of
the American
coffee shop.
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A GLASS OF WATER
I stood for marathon hours under the blistering sun;
accomplishing a battalion
of tasks with the arid breeze slapping my cheek,
When I came back home; I instantly pacified my
insatiable thirst consuming a
glass of cold water.
I ran long distances on a track of consolidated mud;
with pumped exuberance
bursting through my fragile muscles,
Infinite strands of my hair engulfed by golden sweat;
I then submerged my
forehead in a glass of water to rejuvenate my
pulsating temples.
I clambered up steep slopes of the mountain using the
full power of my wrists;
with a crunching sound emanating from my bones,
As an inevitable aftermath; I swooned on the ground
midway in exhaustion;
opened my eyes the instant I was sprinkled with a
glass of water.
I rolled ecstatically in a curry of voluptuously wet
mud; incorporating my
demeanor with streaks of brown blended with abashing
black,
Poured a glass of water with vigorous tenacity on the
same; to get rid of the
disdainful dirt.
I lay unconscious on the ground; after diligently
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fasting all day; exhaling
shallow gasps of breath at intermittent intervals;
Displayed the first signs of recovery; after a glass
of water was meticulously
impregnated in my body.
My voice sounded pungently shrill and hoarse
simultaneously; with blurred
notes of music diffusing when I sang,
Although I was cheered with boisterous claps; received
a plethora of
accolades; when I opened my mouth after drinking a
glass of water.
Streams of blood oozed profusely from my wounds; as I
lay on the road after a
ghastly accident,
The flow however ceased dramatically; after I drenched
my bruise in a glass of
water.
I wrote unrelentingly under the dim light of the bulb;
with my dainty fingers
tiring as a manifestation of the onerous effort,
However my hands were as fit as to decimate a brick
wall; after revitalizing
them with a glass of water.
I lived my life in penurious circumstances; with
meager emoluments of
affluence to my credit,
However to all who visited my dilapidated dwelling; I
never failed to offer a
glass of water; gratifying their thirst; prompting
them to shower blessings on
my impoverished soul.
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I commenced my day in brilliant sunlight consuming it
with relish; imparting
radiant tenacity to my silhouette,
Retired for the night uttering a silent thanks to the
creator for all the
goodness he created; admiring the richness embossed in
that innocuous looking
glass of warm water.
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A WRITER WITHOUT A PEN
A writer without a pen; is like a dog deprived of its
magnanimously furry
tail,
A writer without a pen; is like the jungle woodpecker
without a beak,
A writer without a pen; is like a musician without a
melodious voice,
A writer without a pen; is like a cluster of fish
deprived of saline water,
A writer without a pen; is like the celestial body of
sun bereft of brilliant
rays,
A writer without a pen; is like the colossal persona
of blackboard without
colored chalk,
A writer without a pen; is like the desert without
astronomical amounts of
scorched sand,
A writer without a pen; is like the cow stripped of
its angular horn,
A writer without a pen; is like the exquisite sedan
divested of aromatic
fuel,
A writer without a pen; is like a red ant without its
poignant sting,
A writer without a pen; is like a well laid concrete
road without congested
traffic,
A writer without a pen; is like a bird without its
pair of indispensable
wings,
A writer without a pen; is like warm quilt without
stuffing if wool,
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A writer without a pen; is like a grandiloquent chess
board without carved
pieces,
A writer without a pen; is like a wrestler without
bulging muscles,
A writer without a pen; is like a computer without a
plethora of programmed
chips,
A writer without a pen; is like the scintillating
sword without a sharp edge,
A writer without a pen; is like a rustic panther
without its vociferous
growl,
A writer without a pen; is like an oyster without
immaculate pearl,
A writer without a pen; is like the preposterously
huge blue whale without
teeth,
A writer without a pen; is like black thunderous
clouds in the cosmos without
pelting rain,
A writer without a pen; is like sticky puddles of glue
without adhesive
power,
A writer without a pen; is like a bank vault without
crisp notes of currency,
A writer without a pen; is like the sacrosanct bible
without umpteenth
parables of holy literature,
A writer without a pen; is like man existing on earth
without mystical traces
of love,
Therefore it is my vehement plea to all writers
treading on the soil of this
earth,
Lift the contraption of pen and ink in your
philanthropic hands,
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Voraciously inundate blank sheets of paper; with
infinite lines of
effusive literature,
Thereby portraying the power of your thoughts;
transmitted with great efficacy
by the innocuous pen.
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BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP
The race horse inexorably needed red radish; with
succulent green leaves,
Before he could fall into a slumber; rest his tired
body with paltry hours of
nocturnal sleep.
A fleet of birds impregnated their nests with
bountiful fillings of twigs and
grass,
Cuddled their offspring with quills of ruffled
feather; before retiring for
night sleep.
The pot bellied tortoise receded its head way back in
its obdurate shell,
Gulped down handsome pints of water; before shutting
his eyes and going to
sleep.
The venomous spider; trapped a plethora of insect in
its battalion of arms,
Traversed across the periphery of its silken; before
clamping its legs and
falling asleep.
The preposterously huge whale; hunted down gargantuan
amounts of small fish,
Transforming the ostentatious silhouette of the luxury
ship into pieces of
floating log; before transiting to realms of deep
sleep.
Slithering reptiles in the densely cloistered jungle;
stung innocuous people
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by the campfire,
Stealthily devouring fresh eggs laid by bird mother;
before they retreated in
their den to sleep.
The disdainful leech; sucked infinite amount of blood,
Stuck intractably like the strongest of glue;
languishing a bit before falling
into a snooze.
Stray donkey's on the road; obstreperously wailed
their tale of daily woes,
Stood on their hooves; with their heads lowered down
in shame; before
embracing night sleep.
The hunchbacked camel in the desert ambled at languid
speeds,
Stored colossal amounts of water in its belly; before
he bent down on the sand
to sleep.
Hordes of mosquitoes stung scores of people;
mischievously grinned,
Extracting robust blood to gratify their gluttony;
before going to sleep.
And an army of humans on this earth; perspired
onerously under the sun all
blistering day,
Earning fodder to sustain precious life; inscribing a
place to dwell on the
surface of earth,
Before they eventually retired for the night; to
blissfully snore and sleep.
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I WANTED TO FLOOD HER HEART
I wanted to flood barren sheets of paper with infinite
lines of embossed
literature,
I wanted to flood the sprawling lands of desert with
awesome amounts of
slippery sand,
I wanted to flood the dry beds of the seasonal river
with lots of fresh
water,
I wanted to flood crystalline blue patches of the bald
sky with diabolically
grey clouds,
I wanted to flood stripped branches of the autumn tree
with a battalion of
lush green leaves,
I wanted to flood dilapidated crevices of the mansion
wall with coats of
scrupulous paint,
I wanted to flood profusely oozing wounds on the body
with antiseptic powder,
I wanted to flood undulating slopes of the colossal
mountain with
scintillating sheets of snow,
I wanted to flood hollow burrows of the red ant family
with bountiful chinks
of italian bread,
I wanted to flood the eyes of people who were blind
with indispensable sight,
I wanted to flood shattered panes of window; with
arrays of pellucid glass,
I wanted to flood dismally empty tanks of the sedan
with reinvigorating
petrol,
I wanted to flood the fathomless well beside my house
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with surplus quantity of
animate frog,
I wanted to flood the lungs of a dead man with
bountiful and clean air,
I wanted to flood long stretches of the cable wire
with white currents of
electricity,
I wanted to flood naked patches of skin displayed with
sacrosanct garment,
I wanted to flood the rusty nails lying dispersed on
the ground with lots of
resplendent color,
I wanted to flood the magnanimous persona of saline
sea with a flurry of
ravishing waves,
I wanted to flood the morose faces of individuals in
anguish with blissful
smiles,
I wanted to flood the mutilated silhouette of the
crippled with inevitable
bone,
I wanted to flood the empty bowl of the impoverished
with life yielding food,
I wanted to flood the picturesquely embellished jar
with fragrant rose,
And most importantly I wanted to flood the tenderly
tangible heart of my
beloved; with overwhelming love.
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THE GREATEST OFFERING
If I used acerbic tree twigs instead of the corrugated
comb to part my hair,
The outcome would be ludicrously funny; with several
strands of follicle
settling wildly on my scalp.
If I used steaming acid instead of water to clean my
persona in the morning,
Blissful patches of my radiant skin would transit to a
ghastly brown; as an
aftermath of the acrimonious effluent.
If I used pure nectar instead of soap to wash my face,
There would be a battalion of red ant crawling all
over; injecting small vials
of sting in my blood.
If I used a quilt embossed with thorns to sleep;
instead of one with furry
cotton,
A myriad of spots in my body would bleed; rendering me
tossing and turning all
throughout the chilly night.
If I used raw coal tar instead of sandalwood mascara
to embellish my eyes,
They would incessantly water; with a host of foreign
bodies invading their
dainty ambience.
If I used water logged cloth instead of sun dried
sticks to light a fire,
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The conflagration would fail to incinerate; with
paltry draughts of smoke
produced as a ramification.
If I used a flat plate of porcelain instead of a mug
to consume a barrel of
fresh milk,
The liquid would clumsily spill; with frugal droplets
of the concoction being
able to enter my mouth.
If I used my hands to walk instead of my sturdy feet,
I would inevitably lose balance; toppling on the
ground; appearing to be one
from the acrobatic circus.
If I used red chili in food; instead of
Commensurate amounts of
salt,
The taste buds in my tongue would irredeemably burn;
with my bowels
relinquishing taste forever.
If I used all my love for a girl with overwhelming
affluence; instead of the
one who desired me truly from the heart,
She would feed me with sumptuous food no doubt; while
keeping me tied in
chains of rebuke and insult till the time I live.
And If I used infinite hours in the day worshipping
god instead of doing
something for those afflicted with distress,
The creator himself would admonish me to perform
benevolent deeds;
Assisting people camouflaged in cloud covers of
anguish and sorrow,
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Which would be the greatest prayer I could dream of
offering to him.
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AN ISLAND OF LOOSE SAND
I buried myself deep into an island of loose sand;
sprawled in abundance on
the solitary street,
Warm moisture clinging to mud; like the vise like grip
of a mother,
Blended profusely with an agglomerate of loose stone
and fish shell,
Perspiring voraciously in the sweltering heat of the
stringent day,
Loads of contaminated debris neatly aligning its
periphery,
Frigid particles of soil flying high and handsome in
violent puffs of wind,
Rustic chameleons slithering harmlessly past rotund
rocks settled in the
clay,
Finely crushed sand glittering like an opalescent
mirror in the flaming sun,
Multi legged roots of the uprooted tree; lying
obsolete amidst a mountain of
earth,
The conglomerate of golden sand shimmered
magnanimously in the hostile beams
of sun.
A plethora of earth worms tickled intricate zones of
my ear,
Red ants in clambered up my bare chest; stinging my
supple flesh,
There was perennial darkness encapsulating my
silhouette,
I breathed heavily in a dense ambience of mud and
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slippery fossil,
There was no scope for vociferous noise; I barely
possessed the power to
whisper,
Incessantly blending my hands in the mystical wetness;
I tumultuously
fantasized about lush green lawns on the pastoral
slopes,
Ostentatious palaces of pure sandalwood; fighter jets
flying at swashbuckling
speeds,
Unrelenting rain pelting down showering solid
medallions of glistening gold,
I suddenly felt thoroughly exhausted; parched regions
of my throat wailed
exorbitantly for cool water,
Infinite hours of sleeping under sand had sapped
indispensable energy from my
bones,
Eventually prompting me to dismantle the web of silver
granules,
And as I audaciously stepped out in the brilliant
light of the moon,
I was a sight to be ludicrously stared at; evoking a
volley of incoherent
laughter from the pedestrians,
With every arena of my persona being submerged in
disdainful coats of mud,
Obnoxious molecules of sand extruding from a battalion
of territories in my
body.
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YET I FELT LONELY
I had a cavalcade of ostentatious cars following me
every second; with
melodious tunes emanating from the sleek music
systems,
The upholstery was plush; the ambience was besieged
with a pungent aroma of
wild scented flower,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to hold my
hand; make me frivolously
smile.
I had a furry quilt made of the finest quality satin;
adhered to a bed
embossed with pure god,
Embroidered carpets sprawling on the colossal walls;
with the majestic panther
skin hanging limp from the ceiling,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to sing
enchanting rhymes; tickle me in
my ribs; make me go to sleep.
I had grandiloquent pool of water in the interiors of
my palace; with the
waters appearing emerald green in the full moonlight,
An aquarium of exquisite fish blended with crystalline
pebble; with profoundly
embellished life boats floating on the surface,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to splash water
on my face; swim with
rejuvenating euphoria beside me.
I had the most succulent of violet grapes lying on
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corrugated silver; with
blood red apple juxtaposed in clusters,
Ravishing glasses of immaculate milk; the most piquant
of green chili; with
commensurate proportions of Italian chocolate,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in vicinity to
converse with me; feed
me the food with congenial warmth.
I had a piano studded with the most resplendent of
diamond; a jugglery of
musical instrument lying in exorbitant quantity,
A slender necked violin leaning on the wall; enmeshed
with a myriad of
chiseled wire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in proximity to
listen to the
enchanting music when I played.
I wore a bullet proof jacket encompassing my chest;
with scintillating swords
protruding gallantly from my back,
A luxuriously emollient suit camouflaging the same;
snake leather shoes
concluding my kingly attire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was none in the
surrounding; able to listen to my
throbbing heart.
I had amassed sumptuous wealth in the tenure of my
life; with currency of all
kind cascading down my persona,
Armed forces parading around the formidable castle I
inhabited; an ocean of
golden honey plummeting down from the window,
Yet I felt lonely; as I couldn’t purchase her
intricate heart with all the
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affluence I possessed; hold her captive in the prison
of my gold.
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I LIKED THE WAY
I liked the way; the jugglery of bones moved in the
body,
I liked the way thunderous clouds in the cosmos
produced sheets of torrential
rain,
I liked the way in which fish swam articulately
swishing their silken fins,
I liked the way; in which handsome horses galloped
down the plateau at
swashbuckling speeds,
I liked the way; in which fluorescent bulbs diffused
gaudy lights on the
street,
I liked the way; in which steaming brown filter coffee
was poured melodiously
in bar mugs,
I liked the way; in which intricate zones in my
eardrum reacted ecstatically
to vociferous sound,
I liked the way; tones of literature was juxtaposed on
immaculate bond paper
of books,
I liked the way; in which gleaming sheath of black
hair cascaded down
effeminate shoulders,
I liked the way; in which the railway engine
obstreperously chugged through
solitary arenas of desert,
I liked the way; in which a plethora of bamboo sticks
were used to construct
fortified enclosures for dwelling,
I liked the way; in which golden particles of saw dust
flew haphazardly in the
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austere breeze,
I liked the way; in which the princely panther
clambered tall trees with
nonchalant ease,
I liked the way; in which scores of glowworm radiated
mystical rays at the
onset of twilight,
I liked the way; in which the crystal waterfall
plummeted down the slopes at
tumultuous speeds,
I liked the way; in which small cubes of ice rolled
down the slope; eventually
transiting into a mighty avalanche,
I liked the way; in which enchanting shapes were
sketched by synchronized
strokes of the paint brush,
I liked the way; in which those dying of thirst;
quenched their thirst
drinking gallons of spring water,
I liked the way; in which ostentatious cars sped down
the valley at rollicking
speeds,
I liked the way; in which people bounced on an island
of pure jelly;
catapulting a few feet above ground,
I liked the way; in which the cricket ball was hurled
over the fence with
overwhelming tenacity,
I liked the way; in which innocuous toddlers played
incessantly in pools of
wet mud,
I liked the way; in which the philanthropic politician
helped clusters of
individuals afflicted by distress,
I liked the way; in which the voluptuous nightingale
flooded the atmosphere
with mesmerizing rhyme,
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I liked the way; in which crisp flakes of popcorn
tumbled in unison from the
wending machine,
I liked the way; in which man toiled to unprecedented
limits in order to
retain his self esteem,
I liked the way; in which young hearts throbbed
violently; falling prey to
inevitable love,
I liked the way; in which tender patches of my skin
developed disdainful rash
when stung by harmless nettle,
I liked the way; in which the flag patronizing my
nation fluttered high in the
wind,
I liked the way; in which people bereft of sight;
still had a zeal to live;
relying solely on the sense of hearing,
I liked the way; in which acrimonious rays of sun
fumigated all the filth on
earth,
I liked the way; in which colossal mountains trembled
due to onslaught of the
earthquake,
I liked the way; in which pellucid mirror of glass
reflected my authentic
image,
I liked the way; in which the tranquil moon shone on
my eyes when I was in
realms of deep sleep,
I liked the way; in which all the tangible and
intangible existed; under a
single roof; blended with harmony and love,
And over and above all I liked the way; in which god
created man; from which
hailed my very own ancestors,
Who in turn bestowed upon me the power to like and
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dislike.
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I WANTED TO BE YOUR HEART
I wanted to be your tenacious palms; when you wanted
to climb the steep
mountain,
I wanted to be your intricate eyes; when you desired
to browse speedily
through condensed literature,
I wanted to be your formidable teeth; when you wanted
to passionately chew
hard chunks of sugarcane,
I wanted to be your feet; when you felt exhausted;
with marathon distances yet
to be covered,
I wanted to be your knotted fingers; when you wished
to inundate immaculate
sheets of paper with infinite lines of script,
I wanted to be your skin; when you felt the blistering
heat of the sun; the
steaming breeze burning your flesh,
I wanted to be your breath; when you felt suffocated;
gasping to inhale in
claustrophobic cabins of the aircraft,
I wanted to be your memory; when you needed to
scrupulously retrospect the
past,
I wanted to be your laughter; when you danced around
the room in stupendous
exultation,
I wanted to be your stomach; when you were afflicted
by monotonous
constipation,
I wanted to be your rosy tongue; when you felt like
boisterously screeching;
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expanding your lungs to top capacity,
I wanted to be your bones; when you felt dreary ready
to collapse on the
ground,
I wanted to be your nails; when you felt like
inevitably scratching mundane
paint from wall,
I wanted to be your confidence; when you were
confronted all alone by a gang
of unruly thieves,
I wanted to your inspiration; when life seemed
cumbersome at every footstep;
with the tyranny of fate besieging you every second,
I wanted to be your ability to fantasize; when you
desired to of to blissful
sleep,
I wanted to be your ravishing hair; which swirled with
mesmerizing grace under
the fully opalescent moon,
I wanted to be your blood; flowing unrelentingly
through your ocean blue
veins,
I wanted to be your sweat; oozing profusely when you
laboriously executed a
plethora of household tasks,
I wanted to be your effusive tears; when you felt like
sobbing in
tribulation,
And over and above all; I wanted to be your heart;
which was purer than the
most exquisite of gold; loved me more than anybody
else inhabiting this earth.
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I WANTED TO MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE
The nimble blades of grass sprouting from soil; wanted
sumptuous sunshine for
nutrition,
The boisterous squirrels clambering on the tree;
wanted a
The reptiles slithering mystically through a labyrinth
of blend of insect and
large succulent leaf,
The frogs croaking in discordant cacophony; wanted
blotted ponds of water to
bathe and make merry,
The mystically radiant reptile slithering through
jungle bush; wanted
innocuous trespassers; to sting,
The pearly white mushrooms growing rampantly in the
fields; wanted tinges of
disdainful dirt,
The hunch backed camel traversing through the
abysmally hot desert; wanted
revitalizing refreshments of water,
The uncanny spider spinning its web with dexterity;
wanted to devour
unsuspecting prey entangled in vicinity,
The ostentatiously inflated persona of balloon; wanted
to soar at
unprecedented heights in the air and fly,
The diminutive body of matchstick; wanted to
incinerate mammoth buildings and
produce fire,
The majestic leopard galloping through the forest,
wanted to capsize its prey;
pulverize it to pieces,
The ubiquitous(universal) birds flying in the sky;
wanted to reach back their
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nests before the onset of perilous night,
The ravenous waves of the sea blended perfectly in
full sunlight; wanted to
rise high; collide with the jagged rocks and
eventually die,
The brown eyed looking impeccable goat; wanted to
consume lots of corn and
produce frosty milk,
The sniffer dogs running at swashbuckling speeds
through the city streets;
wanted to hunt nefarious criminals; annihilate traces
of their entity,
The gigantic lizard on the wall incessantly changed
its color; wanted to
entice its prey; pretending to be like a dead twig,
The pot bellied ducks quacked for indefatigable hours
in the day; wanted
scores of opalescent fish to relish,
The monstrous sized tortoise with its neck well
camouflaged; wanted a plethora
of worm,
The frivolously sculptured domestic cat; wanted to
insatiably sip at hidden
bowls of milk,
The obnoxiously detestable cockroach violently
fluttered its antenna; wanted
to safely sleep in the clammy and untidy realms of the
gutter,
The diabolical demon in fairy tales; wanted to munch
humans like ants in his
mouth,
And till the time I existed on this earth in the form
of a human being,
I wanted to unrelentingly love; make the world a
better place to live in,
With celestial blessings of the creator; to assist me
in every step of my
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benevolent endeavor.
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IF I HAD A THOUSAND LIVES
If I had a thousand bricks stashed beside my persona;
I would utilize them all
to construct an invincible house,
If I had a thousand fishes slithering for life in my
vicinity; I would put
them back into the saline sea,
If I had a thousand burnt needles in my palms; I would
embellish them with ice
candy; incorporating them on the surface of chocolate
cake,
If I had a thousand pens full of fountain ink; I would
inundate the blank
demeanor of paper with a battalion of literature,
If I had a thousand apples embossed with brilliantly
radiant skins; I would
peel of the same at lightning speeds and cupidly
devour the imprisoned juice,
If I had a thousand cars aligned right outside my
driveway; I would traverse
through the steep hills with a cavalcade of soldiers
following me,
If I had a thousand cubes of cheese strewn haphazardly
beside my nose; I would
nibble at a few distributing the rest amongst a
plethora of red ants,
If I had a thousand pieces of flocculent cotton; I
would juxtapose them
together; then sleeping in tranquil calm on the
conglomerate of my innovative
bed,
If I had a thousand hunter dogs; I would engage them
in tracking nefarious
criminals; reprimanding the culprits severely for
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their compendium of
misdeeds,
If I had a thousand balls of immaculate marble; I
would bang them on the
ground to produce a deafening noise; roll with sheer
exhilaration on the
same,
If I had a thousand cakes of deplorable cowdung; I
would smear them on the
walls of my house; sparing a few to splash around
mischievously,
If I had a thousand legs; I would sleep; at the same
time walk; clambering up
the treacherous terrain without perspiring in the sun,
If I had thousand eyes; I would clearly sight
disdainful traffic in front as
well as in the rear; alongwith the twinkling stars in
the sky,
If I had a thousand dreams; I would keep sleeping all
sunlit day as well as in
the starry night,
If I had a thousand tongues; I would eloquently speak
the language of each
city in the world with nonchalant ease,
If I had a thousand arms; I would embrace all whom I
revered without feeling
drearily exhausted,
If I had a thousand moons; I wouldn’t need a mirror to
gaze at my reflection;
instead would admire my intricate silhouette in the
celestial body,
If I had a thousand glasses of poignant brandy lying
on the shelf; I would
consume it regularly with unprecedented jubilation;
and would always refrain
from contracting a cold,
If I had a thousand guns; I would use them to
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assassinate traces of crime
inhabiting this earth,
If I had a thousand leaves of red betel; I would chew
them incessantly thereby
coating my lips with scarlet color,
If I had a thousand cameras; I would use them all to
snap the picture of the
ones I cherished,
If I had a thousand twigs of wood; I would stack them
meticulously to
incinerate a crackling fire; relishing the gratifying
warmth all throughout
the chilly night,
If I had a thousand biscuits of gold; I would blend
them to form exquisite
pieces of jewelry; purchase the best quality of
Persian silk,
And if by the grace of god I had a thousand lives to
live in; I would
unrelentingly love the girl of my dreams; the very
girl I today passionately
cared for.
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IF I HAD YOUR LOVE
If I had your love; I would be able to light blazing
fires in icy water,
If I had your love; I could impart life in dead blades
of insipid grass,
If I had your love; I could bring the celestial stars
back on terrestrial
land,
If I had your love; I could flood the scorching soil
of the desert with cool
reinvigorating liquid,
If I had your love; I could transform mundane mud into
gold,
If I had your love; I could make the colossal aircraft
fly without wings,
If I had your love; I could make the ceiling bulb
shine without electricity,
If I had your love; I could make disdainful stones
glitter like exquisite
diamonds,
If I had your love; I could make those bereft of
indispensable sight;
blissfully see,
If I had your love; I could embed the hearts of brutal
criminals with
perpetual love,
If I had your love; I could blend the sapphire clouds
existing in the
firmament of sky in the balcony of your living room,
If I had your love; I could construct a house with
frigid chunks of decayed
paper,
If I had your love; I could make a computer function
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without intricate
programmed microchips,
If I had your love; I could drive a car at flamboyant
speeds without petrol,
If I had your love; I could inundate the immaculate
white canvas with
resplendent streaks of vibrant color,
If I had your love; I could smolder the heat in an
crackling fire without an
extinguisher,
If I had your love; I could emboss the parchment of
bonded paper with infinite
lines of calligraphy with a concoction of my blood,
If I had your love; I could make a dumb man speak like
he was the finest
orator,
If I had your love; I could produce a rainbow in the
gargantuan cosmos without
rain,
If I had your love; I could conquer the tallest summit
of the mountain with
unprecedented ease,
If I had your love; I could win the mightiest of
battles without a sword,
If I had your love; I could submerge myself in fuming
acid without getting
ruthlessly burnt,
If I had your love; I could live without food and
water for marathon hours on
the trot,
If I had your love; I could stroll casually without
clothes amidst the
freezing winds of the snow clad alps,
If I had your love; I could make a snake bite without
injecting its deadly
poison,
If I had your love; I could make individuals sleeping
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in dead corpses awaken
with robust life,
If I had your love; I could annihilate the deadliest
of obstacles that
confronted my way,
If I had your love; I could drink the most lethal of
poison and still dance
boisterously on the open streets,
If I had your love; I would feel endowed by the
almighty as the most fortunate
of all existing; and If ever by stroke of hapless
fortune relinquished life;
I would yet feel alive.
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IF MY HEART WAS MADE OF STEEL
If my hands were made of pure stainless steel;
I would be able to dismantle the most obdurate of
stone; shattering the most
acerbic of glass,
At the same time; I would be deprived of the intricate
ability to sketch and
paint.
If my legs were composed of glistening steel;
fortified with surplus fillings
of iron,
I would be able to trample fearlessly through
blistering oceans of lava;
kicking mighty barricades of wood hampering my way,
At the same time; I would relinquish the ability to
handsomely walk and run.
If my skull was blended with invincible iron; embedded
with an amalgamate of
strong cement,
I would be able to withstand the most tenacious of
blows; rupture brick walls
by my mere caress,
At the same time; I would emancipate the ability
to majestically
fantasize and think.
If my eyes were made of impregnable steel, embellished
with an exterior
coating of brass,
Hot needles of coal wouldn’t make an impact when
inserted; and they wouldn’t
bleed,
At the same time; I would abdicate the power to see;
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produce volatile tears of
empathy.
If the nails on my fingers were made of polished
steel,
I would be able to scratch the hardest of wall with
nonchalant ease; dig deep
fathomless holes in rock ground,
At the same time; I would lose the right to poke my
mother.
If the house that I lived in was composed of steel
juxtaposed with shards of
blotted chrome,
I would sleep all night without the tension of
burglars intruding in,
At the same time; I would be deprived of the ravishing
scent of grass; and the
gusty winds of nature.
If the clusters of my teeth were made of formidable
steel,
I would be able to crack the hardest of coconut; gnaw
incessantly at raw
slices of unprocessed bone,
At the same time; I would feel embarrassed to smile;
kiss my beloved with
passionate fervour.
And if my heart was made of high quality resistant
steel,
I would be able to withstand the most voracious of
body blows; sustaining life
even at high altitudes in the air,
At the same time; It would fail to beat violently when
I was supremely in
love; and reminiscing nostalgia of past pain.
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INSTINCTS
The stray dog on the street had an inevitable instinct
to wag its bushy tail
when ecstatic,
Garrulously bark at irate trespassers; who hurled
irregular stones at its
shriveled persona.
The leotard skinned cat; had an insatiable instinct to
lap vigorously at
frosty milk,
Purr in its ubiquitously pungent voice; when tickled
intensely in the ribs.
The twin horned cow; had an involuntary instinct of
swishing its slender tail;
to drive away buzzing flies,
Laboriously chewed loads of grass; before preparing to
snooze on the bare
tarmac.
A battalion of ants on the floor; had inborn instincts
of walking in groups,
Injected their acrimonious sting; the moment they
sighted bare flesh in
proximity.
The birds soaring high in sapphire carpets of satin
clouds; had effusive
instincts of chirping melodiously,
Did so at the onset of every evanescent dawn; and the
unveiling of stormy
night.
The slimy frogs residing in shallow realms of the
cloistered pond; had a
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disdainful instinct to croak,
The instant tumultuous showers of rain; pelted down
from the sky in fury.
A cluster of animate roses emanating from brown soil;
had a perpetual instinct
to diffuse fragrance,
Sleep with its articulate petals closed; as vigils of
dusk strangulated bright
light.
The serrated brown lizard on the wall; had a
vindictive instinct of spurting
blood from its eyes,
The instants it got provoked by kin; envisaged signals
of being mutilated.
The frivolous monkey perched up in the entwined
branches of tree; had
mischievous instincts to imitate,
As he cast his eyes on surrounding organisms;
scrupulously emulating their
plethora of emotions.
And humans breathing air on sacrosanct soil of the
universe; had a natural
instinct to love,
Mutually interact; spreading waves of harmony, bliss,
and compassion,
Procreating infinite numbers of their own kind,
Irrespective of cast; creed; religion and the hour of
day they were born and
witnessed first rays of brilliant sunlight
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LEAD TIPPED PENCIL
I used it to sketch undulating peaks of the snow clad
mountain,
It willingly obliged; dexterously embossing intricate
lines on the canvas of
naked paper.
I pressed it to scribble magnanimous lines of English
literature,
It did the same at swashbuckling speeds; without
flexing my fingers to onerous
limits of endurance.
I incessantly chewed its nimble body; while harnessing
my mental machinery in
top gear,
It didn’t even wail a faint cry; after being
thoroughly mutilated with a
plethora of indentation.
I used its sharp point; to tickle my friends in the
sensitive cartilage of
their ribs,
It gratified my desire to tease; without lamenting the
loss of its angular
tip.
I viciously moved it in spongy mud; engraving mystical
designs symbolizing
rustic art,
It did so with copious ease; inspite of getting
disdainfully dirty with coats
of soil.
I revolved it vigorously to stir the sugar in my tea;
to commensurate
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amounts,
It executed the job to meticulous perfection; bearing
the tyranny of being
scalded by boiling water.
I rubbed it voraciously against itching regions of my
scalp; to get reprieve
from allergy,
It accepted this preposterous behavior; in the
stride of a chivalrous
knight.
I rotated it wildly in the breezy atmosphere;
rhythmically striking it against
a table of polished wood,
It seemed to be unruffled; remaining as stoical as
ever maintaining its sordid
composure.
I held it articulately to shade vacant avenues of the
map topography,
It did so with overwhelming zeal; transforming
monotonous white into shades of
enchanting slate grey.
It had served me sumptuously on many a perspiring
occasion,
Helped me immensely in my perennial conquest of
becoming a writer,
Alas ! I had just the capacity to give it a solitary
award,
As I chiseled its steel grey mouth manually with a
sharpener,
Crisply saluted my friend in times of distress;
existing in the compact form
of a "LEAD TIPPED PENCIL".
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LIFE WITHOUT A PURPOSE
Life without a purpose; is like a luxury liner
maneuvering wildly through the
ocean without a rudder,
Life without a purpose; is like a creeper growing up
tall without a brick wall
for support,
Life without a purpose; is like a aircraft flying high
in the sky without a
skilled captain,
Life without a purpose; is like an unruly classroom
without a learned
teacher,
Life without a purpose; is like a drunkard man
traversing through the streets
hurling a volley of expletives,
Life without a purpose; is like a river flowing
berserk without side
embankments,
Life without a purpose; is like a intricate necklace
of beads without a finely
chiseled supporting wire,
Life without a purpose; is like a submissive
population reeling under the
tyranny of dictatorship,
Life without a purpose; is like a crackling fire
blazing without enclosures to
prevent it spreading,
Life without a purpose; is like a flamboyant car
without a steering wheel,
Life without a purpose; is like a stealthy spider
swirling around wildly in
its web,
Life without a purpose; is like a stray dog growling
for food; mercilessly
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snatching the same from others of its kind,
Life without a purpose; is like mesmerizing rose
growing on bountiful meadows;
bereft of fragrance,
Life without a purpose; is like lovers courting each
other without tying
sacrosanct threads of matrimony,
Life without a purpose; is like a lion gulping his
food without scrupulously
chewing,
Life without a purpose; is like the moon in the sky
without scintillating
shine,
Life without a purpose; is like road of raw concrete
without obstreperous
traffic,
Life without a purpose; is like the most voluptuous of
face without a
frivolous smile,
Life without a purpose; is like an intricately
chiseled brain without an ocean
of thoughts,
Life without a purpose; is like eating sumptuous food;
without relishing the
same,
Life without a purpose; is like an inherited rich man;
without having the
cognizance to spend his affluence,
Life without a purpose; is like breath inhaled in the
body; without being
sensitively felt,
Life without a purpose; is like palpable heart
impregnated in the chest;
without having the capacity to throb,
O! yes life without a purpose; is like living life
listlessly; although being
actually dead.
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MIRRORS
When I stared unrelentingly into broken shards of
irregular mirror,
The reflection that emanated was grotesquely
distorted; with my nose appearing
to be broken at a myriad of places.
When I sighted my face in a thick sheet of mirror
stained with a crimson
slurry of blood,
I resembled the diabolical devil; with ghastly streaks
of brutal red
embellishing my forehead.
When I viewed my persona in a sea green mirror;
hoisted towards blazing light
of the sun,
Intricate features of my body appeared evidently
blurred; and a bunch of hair
on my scalp looked like blades of grass.
When I held a mirror painted with black; abreast twin
pairs of my crystalline
eyes,
I felt as if I had been divested of vision; with an
ocean of perpetual
darkness striking me at blinding speeds.
When I attempted to picture my silhouette; in the
translucent mirror of the
emerald sea,
The image appeared preposterously hazy in the
primordial stages; disappearing
at instants of boisterous waves transiting into frothy
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spray.
When I tried to spot my demeanor in the immaculate
mirror of moon,
The reflection appeared overwhelmingly clear; but soon
got obliterated by a
cluster of black clouds.
When I audaciously attempted to view my outlines in
the blistering mirror of
the flaming sun,
I inevitably failed to do so; as the acrid beams of
light decimated all my
capacity to see.
When I tried to distinguish my color in a mirror
camouflaged in frosty milk,
I inexorably looked like a clown; with my
dexterously chiseled
features transforming to fat smudges of white.
When I endeavored decoding my face in an absolutely
Pellucid
mirror,
I could sight it as it was sculptured at the reigning
moment; without traces
of emotion and empathy.
And eventually when I attempted to see my face in the
mesmerizing mirror of my
beloved's eyes,
This time though the reflection which diffused was the
clearest of all; and I
sighted a blissful smile on my lips,
Which was a perennial signal that we loved each other;
as much as we feared to
die.
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PLEASE SMILE
A smile on your lips comes absolutely free; spreading
waves of unsolicited
exhilaration in my persona,
A smile on your lips looks mystically enchanting;
resembling sweet coats of
molten nectar,
A smile on your lips accentuates your immaculate
teeth; portraying your
mesmerizing grace,
A smile on your lips gives me loads of renewed hope;
instantly assassinating
all the anguish I face,
A smile on your lips reveals your boisterous nature;
encompassing me
completely in supreme exultation,
A smile on your lips impregnates me with hope;
prompting me to overcome a
battalion of dismal failures,
A smile on your lips makes me walk fast; keep up pace
with the uncouth speed
of mundane world,
A smile on your lips looks ravishing in the tenacious
moonlight; instigating
me to stare unrelentingly in your sapphire eyes,
A smile on your lips sculptures your face to resemble
a fairy; bestowing upon
my dreary soul a plethora of riches,
A smile on your lips makes me oblivious to time; and
hours unleash themselves
into days without traces of boredom,
A smile on your lips reinvigorates my exhausted bones;
encouraging me to walk
for marathon distances in sweltering heat of the sun,
A smile on your lips makes me feel exorbitantly
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special; placing me several
shades above the common pedestrian,
A smile on your lips makes me ostentatiously dream;
sequestering me from harsh
realities; blending me with ostentatious walls of the
palace,
A smile on your lips incorporates me with tumultuous
confidence; making me
extravagantly speak at business meetings,
A smile on your lips gives you that frivolous look;
melting my stringently
compact composure; instilling my demeanor with
inevitable desires,
A smile on your lips makes me feel flying high in thin
clouds; incessantly
constructing a building of dreams,
A smile on your lips reinstates my belief in mankind;
inducing me to be
philanthropic towards my fellow beings,
A smile on your lips pacifies soaring temperatures of
viral fever in my
silhouette; alleviating the soreness in my intricate
throat,
A smile on your lips makes me incorrigibly feel I am
real; have a definite
purpose while existing on this earth,
A smile on your lips distinguishes you from the
solitary girl; granting you
the invincible status of being holistically alive,
So for heaven sake sweet heart; wake up from the
realms of unconsciousness and
PLEASE SMILE.
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THE RAINBOW OF LOVE
It was as ravishing; as the black bear trampling
indiscreetly through the
dense foliage of the jungle,
Humming incoherent tunes in a poignantly husky; while
in its quest for
concealed prey.
It was as scintillating; as the crystal blue patches
of the pellucid sky,
Which basked in overwhelming joy; when caressed by
stringent rays of the
magnificent sun.
It was as fertile; as the lush green tendrils of
spongy grass,
Which spread like wild fire in pelting showers of
rain; danced vibrantly to
tunes of music and air.
It was as voluptuous; as the ornately embellished pink
petals of lotus,
Blossoming perennially when their counterparts died;
impregnating venomous
beetles in their womb.
It was as opulent; as the yellow biscuits of pure
gold,
Which retained their color even at unfathomable depths
beneath soil; could
purchase all the tangible existing on earth.
It was as immaculate; as white pearls incarcerated in
oyster shells,
Embedded since centuries immemorial in the sea; having
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the mystical prowess of
producing a sparkle in the eye.
It was as invincible; as the colossal grey silhouette
of the tropical
elephant,
Decimating strong trees with its mighty trunk;
pulverizing small bush and ant
with its iron feet.
It was as boisterous; as the flaming red sun in the
firmament of gargantuan
sky,
Fumigating disease on earth with its acerbic rays;
imparting reprieve from
darkness to those in tribulation ..
It was as flexible; as the euphoric wings of violet
butterfly,
Perching handsomely on solitary corners in the night;
flying as nimbly as an
aircraft all day.
It had incorporated in itself; minuscule tinges of all
existing color,
And It didn’t fade a bit with the unveiling of time;
instead fortified to
mammoth proportions as life progressed,
O! yes, the rainbow of love was the most mesmerizing
thing to blend with; till
the time we blissfully lived.
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CONFLICTING PERSONALITIES
She wanted to reach the summit of the mountain in a
royal aircraft,
While I wished to walk on the scorching streets
barefoot; basking in the full
sunshine.
She wanted to drape her demeanor with fabric of the
richest quality flocculent
silk,
While I desired to camouflage my body in rags; and
stare unrelentingly at the
moon.
She wanted to use the most luxurious soap available;
to scrub her dainty skin
and face,
While I was quite contented washing my hands with
natural mud; use twigs of
the tree to brush my teeth.
She wanted a compact swimming pool to dip into;
sedately swim; with an
enclosure of crystal sequestering the same,
While I fantasized about plunging into stormy waves of
the ocean; relishing
the scent of salty spray.
She wanted clinically processed milk in late hours of
the morning; to be
served by her bedside with sizzling hot scones,
While I had an insatiable urge to garrulously
devour large pints of
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milk directly from the rustic cow.
She wanted a striped umbrella to walk blending with
her queenly gloves;
irrespective of sunshine or rain,
While I ingratiatingly desired to drench my silhouette
completely in pelting
showers from the sky.
She wanted a grandiloquent watch wound tightly to her
wrist; with its luminous
dial; radiating glow,
While I vehemently resisted contraptions on my hand;
relying exorbitantly on
the positioning of the sun and stars.
She wanted to use a concoction of honey and rose to
wash her cascading hair,
While I vigorously rubbed my hair with raw lime;
annihilating remnant traces
of abhorrent dandruff.
She wanted to play intricate games of billiards; chess
and cards; within the
plush interiors of her palace,
While I simply went berserk; bursting with waves of
euphoria at executing
swashbuckling strokes with my baseball bat.
She wanted a cavalcade of cars pursuing her wherever
she went; a battalion of
cameras to snap her photograph,
While I wanted to be left solitary on the street;
uttering a volley of
expletives when provoked.
She wanted the cool air of air-conditioner to
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incessantly pacify her heat,
While I was quite contented to feel the stringent
summer breeze blow wildly
across my face.
She wanted a fresh vase of flowers to embellish her
room; throughout the
tenure of the acerbic day,
While I roamed about in the jungles; hunting large
fish; caressing my lips to
the pungent aroma of blackberry shrub.
She wanted to be a glamorous model; with a plethora of
people admiring her
ostentatious jewelry,
While I simply detested the high society; was
supremely ecstatic when given a
chance to mix with innocuous children.
She wanted to love me like a commodity; besieging my
neck in a straps of
leather;
While I had this overwhelming desire of guarding her
against evil; wiping her
tears when it mattered the most,
We were actually; excellent illustrations of
conflicting personalities; god
had ever created on this earth.
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THE SMILE ON MY LIPS
When I smeared my lips entirely with brilliant scarlet
paste,
they looked voluptuous and mesmerizing; but they
produced obnoxious blemishes
on whatever I kissed.
When I applied stringent white chalk powder on the
intricate periphery of my
lips,
They looked comically distorted; enticing innumerable
individuals to bestow
upon me a plethora of frivolous smiles.
When I dipped my lips in an infectiously sweet mixture
of molten jaggery,
They looked tantalizingly intense; with a battalion a
red ant clambering with
euphoric fervor to devour the same.
As I stuck my supple lips to fresh acrylic paint
projecting from the chiseled
wall,
They appeared stitched to each other in a vise like
embrace; depriving me of
the indispensable ability to speak.
When I applied a curry of black pungent mud on my
articulately sculptured
lips,
I resembled a bedraggled ragamuffin on the street;
with pedestrians mistaking
my identity for a homicidal beggar.
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When I rubbed my lips in lush green blades of wild
grass,
They acquired a poignantly slimy texture; prompting me
to obstreperously
sneeze.
When I submerged my lips in steaming hot frosty milk,
They developed peels of innocuous milk; and I looked
like an organism having
just taken birth.
When I painted my luscious lips in a concentrated
extract of carbon ink,
The outcome was ludicrously funny; I seemed like a
novice at writing
literature; and the stains were intractably cumbersome
to remove.
When I applied a blend of cement and water to my lips,
They amalgamated together like a solid rock; and it
became virtually
invincibly to separate them.
And eventually when I passionately kissed the lips of
my beloved,
There were thunderous fires igniting frigid arenas of
my persona,
My lips now looked enchanting after marathon hours of
being lackluster, and
for the first time I uninhibitedly smiled.
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THE SPLINTERS OF LOVE
When a conglomerate of thunder clouds collided in the
cosmos,
Infinite splinters of water pelted down in fury;
gently bruising naked patches
of my skin.
When multiple balls of bulky glass clashed with
tumultuous fury,
Acerbic splinters of jagged mirror pierced with
hostile fervor through my
skin; prompting crimson blood to flow.
When I dexterously sliced colossal chunks of tree
lumber with my serrated
pickaxe,
Pulverized splinters of saw dust flew in unsymmetrical
unison; inundating my
eyeball with series of allergy.
When obdurate balls of round steel smashed tenaciously
with each other,
Minuscule splinters of metal settled haphazardly on my
scalp; with
obstreperous cacophony tickling my eardrum.
When I pricked the gargantuan balloon with a rusted
pin; tones of air blew out
at overwhelming speeds,
Soft splinters of rubber descended down on my feet;
and I slipped while
walking inadvertently on the same.
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When menacing masses of ice tumbled down the
mountain;
they formed a monstrous
avalanche,
Which diffused into incommensurate
splinters after striking
the ground; stabbing my flesh like a quiver full of
arrows.
When I shook a barrel full of fermented cream
vigorously in the air,
Decayed splinters of milk splashed disdainfully across
my face; with a stench
of rotten rat emanating; besieging all in proximity.
When I placed a mammoth elephant tusk in amicable
contact with circulating
blades of the ceiling fan,
Bountiful splinters of powder blended with small bone
infiltrated into my
nostril; making me vociferously sneeze.
When I entered the unscrupulous ambience of the
darkened cloth factory,
Irascible splinters of cotton fiber camouflaged my
cheek; instigating me to
voraciously scratch.
And eventually when the immaculate crystal of her
splendor; burst with a bang
over my forehead,
A myriad of victimized arenas in my silhouette;
relinquished pain instantly,
Wounded avenues of my heart and soul perpetually
healed; after being injected
with splinters of her unprejudiced love.
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SYMBOLS
Shaking a cluster of hair vigorously; was a symbol of
euphoric ecstasy,
Moving the feet unrelentingly; was a symbol of acute
nervousness,
Punching the fists vehemently in placid air; was a
symbol of impetuous
indignation,
Opening the lips partially towards the moon; was a
symbol of celestial
dreaming,
Fluttering the eyelids viciously; was a symbol of
flirtatious mischief,
Clenching the fortress of teeth in a grimace; was a
symbol of incorrigible
anger,
Whistling incessantly to tunes of unheard music; was a
symbol of frantic
fantasizing,
Biting the supple nail coat of calcium from fingers;
was a symbol highlighting
sheer contemplation,
Beads of cold sweat uncannily trickling down the
forehead; was a symbol of
intense fear,
A battalion of crimson pores emanating from tender
skin; was a symbol of
contracting disdainful measles,
Excruciating pain in the bones while hoisting the
bucket; was a symbol of
distressing fracture,
Frequent sensations of emptying the bladder; was a
symbol of anticipatory
excitement,
A plethora of goose-bumps diffusing from soft flesh;
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was a symbol of shivering
in austere cold,
Waking up with startled jerks a few hours after
midnight; was a symbol of
witnessing a ghastly nightmare,
Obstreperously swallowing gargantuan gulps of
cold water; was a
symbol of insatiable thirst,
Gasping for precious breath after long sprints of
running; was a symbol of
tumultuous exhaustion,
Unruly stubs of hair projecting from the disheveled
face; was a symbol of
refraining to shave,
Intractably staring at piles of glittering gold in the
treasury; was a symbol
of malicious cupidity,
Licking the lips voraciously after consumption of
meal; was a symbol of
fulfilling gratification,
Dancing exuberantly till the first rays of new dawn;
was a symbol of
overwhelming jubilation,
Sleeping for marathon hours extra even after the
rising of dazzling sun; was a
symbol of lackluster life,
And the violent beating of heart; blended with
feelings of uninhibited
passion; was a symbol of instantaneous love.
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THE PERFECT TEMPERATURE
When I stepped on the tranquil surface of opalescent
moon,
The temperature that engulfed me was up to levels of
sustainable endurance;
though I felt a trifle uneasy.
When I trespassed through the territory of blistering
sun,
The temperature was astronomical degrees above
boiling; transforming my supple
flesh into briquettes of charred ash.
When I walked through densely sprawled meadows of the
wild forest,
The temperature that encompassed my silhouette; was
stringently fluctuating;
with the perilous night air stabbing my chest.
When I tread on the snow clad summit of the jagged
mountain range,
The temperature prevalent dipped abysmally below
freezing; instantly
solidifying volatile blood in my veins.
When I plummeted marathon feet under the surface of
sky blue sea,
The temperature I encountered was disdainfully cold;
and I felt imprisoned;
draped in a jugglery of water jacket blended with my
facial mask of
transparent glass.
When I ambled languidly through the scorching soil of
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the vast desert,
The temperature that existed was abnormally erratic;
with hot winds piercing
me in the day; and equally cold air strangulating my
breath at night.
When I audaciously entered the cock pit of an
aircraft,
The temperature inside was tailored to ergonomic
degrees of comfort; with the
pilot emanating hostile stare towards my demeanor.
When I ran at rollicking speeds through an island of
molten lava,
The temperature in vicinity was like sizzling cakes of
overburnt stone;
chapping the dainty soles of my feet in entirety.
When I rolled ecstatically on infinite blades of
grass; laden with a fresh
cover of glistening dewdrops,
The temperature that radiated; sent shivers down my
spine; being a bit too
exaggerated for amicable comfort.
And eventually when I embraced her body in my arms;
with a vise like grip,
The temperature this time; was splendidly perfect;
incarcerating
the two of us in bondage of perennial love.
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THE HEART THAT WAS 100% MINE
The blood flowing in her intricate veins; was as red
as flaming ball of sun in
the cosmos,
Got instantly agitated when she sighted me; talking
vociferously with another
of her kind.
The skin covering her tender bones; was as
Resplendent as the
pelting showers of rain,
Stirred insatiable desires in my soul; when I sighted
her dexterously leaping
the skipping rope.
The nails embossed on her dainty fingers; were as soft
as a mystical fairy,
And she used them to tickle me incessantly; at moments
when I was perplexed
with life.
The cluster of teeth in her palette; were as white as
the goddess of pearly
moon,
With which she cast amicable smiles at me; keeping me
in bubbling spirits all
throughout the day.
The twin pairs of eyes in her sockets; were as
crystalline as the
scintillating waterfall,
They were studded with gargantuan traces of empathy;
wept hysterically when I
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was in pain.
The coverings of her luscious lips; were like the
succulent fruit of water
melon,
Voluptuously enticing me to kiss; blend my passionate
warmth with her in
entirety.
The petite pair of feet she possessed; were like the
gentle river trickling
through the forest,
Coherently synchronized themselves to beats of music;
danced uninhibitedly
when seeing me in jubilation.
The hair on her scalp cascaded down full length; like
the waterfall plummeting
from precipices of the mountain,
Which she further embellished tying bunches of
fragrant flower; swirling them
at full speeds towards my face.
The earrings in her fleshy ear lobe; resembled sweet
fillings of nectar
inhabiting the bee hive,
Jingled with melody as she walked; enlightening the
island of despair in my
eyes.
And above all things that mattered; she had
impregnated in her chest; an
immaculate heart,
Which throbbed vehemently when witnessing my
silhouette; the heart that was
100% mine.
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THE INSTRUMENT INDISPENSABLE
The instrument indispensable to stay happy was to stay
contented,
The instrument indispensable to feel warm; was to
consume a pitcher full of
sizzling tea,
The instrument indispensable to unrelentingly fight
like a true stalwart; was
courage blended with lots of brawn,
The instrument indispensable to swim in the choppy
waves of ocean; was
dexterous swirling of the hands and feet,
The instrument indispensable to produce ravishing
fragrance; was the ornately
embellished crimson rose,
The instrument indispensable to uninhibitedly laugh;
was to be tickled
voraciously in the intricate ribs,
The instrument indispensable to quench thirst; was
crystalline sacs of
mountain water,
The instrument indispensable to decode accurate time;
was a compactly studded
wrist watch,
The instrument indispensable to run a computer; was a
plethora of coherent
microchips,
The instrument indispensable to run marathon distance
at swashbuckling speeds;
was the tenacity of the leg,
The instrument indispensable to fly a kite at
astronomical heights in the sky;
was a pliable and slender string,
The instrument indispensable to fumigate infection and
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gloom from distant
corners of the globe; was dazzling rays of sunshine,
The instrument indispensable to hysterically sob; was
the salinity in the eyes
juxtaposed with tribulation ,
The instrument indispensable to inundate blank canvas
with rustic streaks of
color; was a articulately sculptured paint brush,
The instrument indispensable to produce loads of
salubrious milk; was the
mother cow,
The instrument indispensable to inculcate overwhelming
strength in the body;
was to perseveringly work and consume food,
The instrument indispensable to produce fiery
sensations in the palms; was to
vigorously knead them,
The instrument indispensable to feel miserably cold;
was to stand on the
summit of the mountain bereft of any clothes,
The instrument indispensable to produce itching in the
scalp; was abhorrent
dandruff,
The instrument indispensable to produce blazing fires;
was a wildly strewn
pile of baked twigs,
The instrument indispensable to produce torrential
rain; was a conglomerate of
black thunder clouds,
The instrument indispensable to illuminate a
cloistered room; was waves of
white electricity,
The instrument indispensable to produce fetid smell;
was a mountain of orphan
sewage,
The instrument indispensable to produce mesmerizing
tunes; was the eloquent
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and mystical nightingale,
The instrument indispensable to produce pools of
ghastly blood; was the
nefarious nozzle of the automatic gun,
The instrument indispensable to provoke violence; was
discriminating illusions
of religion,
The instrument indispensable to produce sleep; was
feeling exorbitantly
exhausted,
And the instrument indispensable to live; was
incessantly love; and
incorporate the same in the hearts of the commoner.
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THE PERFECT SWIM
When I swam in the blistering ocean of golden sun;
infinite arenas of my body
got disastrously charred,
Indispensable centers of breath in my body got
strangulated; and I
relinquished breath with great gasps of disbelief.
When I swam in the molten ocean of iridescent moon;
there was a temperate
warmth that engulfed my persona,
The immaculate white color submerged me in entirety;
and I felt uncannily
distraught as gaseous clouds obliterated my gaze.
When I swam in a tank of bubbling acid; there were
incoherent screams that
emanated from my mouth,
The radiant complexion of my skin transited to
briquettes of coal; and the
color of my luscious lips now resembled that of my
scalp hair.
When I swam in a river replete with frosty milk; I
cupidly devoured huge
mouthfuls of the same,
I emerged out exuberantly fresh after the swim; only
to be attacked by a
battalion of red ant and fish.
When I swam in icy streams; accumulated at the base of
the snow clad alps,
The formidable fortress of my teeth commenced to
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repulsively clatter; and I
vociferously sneezed my nose; after a few seconds of
my swim.
When I swam in volatile electricity; my demeanor got
stabbed with a volley of
brutal shock,
Clusters of hair stood on my intricate scalp; and I
stared dumbfounded at the
scenario in utter bewilderment.
When I swam in a silver ocean of slippery mercury; I
rolled for marathon
distances without flexing my jugglery of muscles,
Although when inadvertently some of it slipped into
mouth; the blood abruptly
froze in my veins; with my persona transforming to a
deathly crystal blue.
When I swam in blotted water blended with traces of
obnoxious sewage; a fetid
stench flooded my nostrils,
A fleet of disdainful cockroach clambered up my shirt;
and the municipality
dumped me like a piece of discarded garbage.
When I swam in a curry of chalk powder; I had to put
onerous effort to keep
afloat,
There was a severe itching in the moist pearls of my
eye; and people mistook
me for a comedian of the highest fraternity.
And eventually when I swam in bunch of her silken
hair; I felt drowned in the
savage sea of her perpetual love,
I wanted this swim to go on for times immemorial; and
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I found this to be the
most PERFECT SWIM.
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THE SPEED OF LIFE
I wanted the speed of life to be like swashbuckling
blades of the ceiling
fan,
When I was bustling with euphoric fervor; in the prime
of youth.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the withered
leaves of autumn,
When I was imprisoned in desolation; with traces of
the world far away from my
silhouette.
I wanted the speed of life to be like slowly dribbling
honey,
When I felt secret avenues of energy fading; and my
feet felt drearily
exhausted.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the mesmerizing
and eloquent cuckoo,
When I brusquely got up from sleep; at the outbreak of
evanescent dawn.
I wanted the speed of life to be like slithering
reptiles traversing through
bushy outgrowths of the jungle,
When I was intensely engrossed in artistry and
captivating romance.
I wanted the speed of life to be like hostile blood
leaking in fury; from
fresh wounds,
When I felt my persona submerged in pools of
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belligerence; my fists clenched
and clusters of my teeth grimaced like a formidable
fortress.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the
transparently reflecting mirror,
When I felt circumspect to confront loads of
tumultuous sorrow.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the
garrulous tongue,
When I felt like incessantly chattering; disrupting
the synchrony of stillness
with my voice.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the turbulently
flowing Ganges,
When I contemplated on dipping my demeanor into Luke
warm water; and having a
bath.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the plummeting
showers of torrential
rain,
When I set out to conquer the world barefoot; basking
in the spirit of
adventure.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the majestically
gliding eagle in the
sky,
When I envisaged about the harmony of thought; the
blissful symmetry of
existence.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the shrill
ringing of the telephone,
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When I nostalgically reminisced the conversations I
had with my beloved on
telephone.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the
painstakingly trespassing desert
camel,
When I was on the threshold of succumbing life; and I
had relinquished the
tenacity of youth.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the brilliantly
burning bulb,
When I was on the course of reaching stupendous
echelons of invincible
stardom.
And I wanted all speeds of life to be transferred to
my fellow beings in acute
distress,
The moment I left for my heavenly abode; to rest
perennially in celestial arms
of the creator.
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THREADS
When I tried to cross swirling waters of the river on
threads of fragile
paper,
The contraption disdainfully broke midway; and I
hurtled down at astounding
speeds to blend with the cold water.
When I tried to clamber up the mighty edifice on
threads of molten wax,
I miserably failed in my daunting attempt; with the
slurry of candle sucking
me to the ground bottom.
When I hoisted myself on long thread of burnt plastic;
frigidly dangling from
unsurpassable heights of the mountain summit,
The thread snapped into multiple fragments midway; and
I plummeted down, into
a concoction of wild stone and shrub.
When I tried to make merry; swaying on a swing
impregnated with threads of
mushroom,
Cupid desires made me nibble at the fruit, and I fell
with thunderous thuds on
the floor, intermingled with the debris of the broken
swing.
When I tried to visualize my entity in coagulated
threads of shattered glass,
The reflections appeared grotesquely distorted;
prompting me to frivolously
laugh at my demeanour.
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When I tried to incinerate a crackling fire with
threads of soggy cotton,
The conflagration refrained from burning; and there
arose weak flames of amber
camouflaged in clouds of smoke.
When I tried to entangle my slender wrists from a
jugglery of invincible iron
thread,
The outcome was abhorrently disgusting; my hands bled
prolifically pulverizing
my futile attempts of escape.
When I tried to perform the artistry of tight rope on
a flaccid thread of
chocolate candy,
The cable snapped like scores of matchsticks; when
caressed by gentle draughts
of air.
When I tried invade through silken threads of the
rustic spider web,
Surplus arenas of my body got embossed with sticky
cream; with the creature
injecting paltry vials of poison in my flesh.
And eventually when I got bonded with incorrigible
threads of her love,
A plethora of apprehensions in life got mystically
pacified; onerous
difficulties in life transited to lucidly simple,
My entire silhouette was draped in cloud showers of
perennial love,
And let me tell you friends; this thread of our
celestial love was resistant
to decay; didn’t break for centuries immemorial.
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MY TOOTHBRUSH
I used it to scrape streaks of blatant dirt; adhering
languidly to my neck,
Rubbed it vigorously against my bare skin; the instant
I felt petulant
sensations of itching.
I dipped it in a barrel of aromatic paint; keeping It
immersed in a concoction
of flamboyant color,
Slapped it hard against the barren wall; inundating
her surface with
reinvigorating opalescent color.
I used it as a broomstick to swipe off tones of
obnoxious dust; applying
tumultuous pressure on its fragile persona,
Buried it deep beneath the ground for few seconds; to
evacuate pugnacious
worms.
I caressed it gently against my nostril; applying its
noninvasive hair to my
lips,
Produced a deafening sneeze soon after; as an
inevitable aftermath of the
application.
I held it high In the air; clenching it tightly in my
rubicund palms,
Swirled it unrelentingly in right angled patterns;
using it as a contrivance
for seeking indispensable help.
I melted it in crackling fires; transforming its body
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into a shriveled wire,
Painted the same with pure gold; winding it
dexterously against my slender
neck.
I used it to wipe my effusive tears; holding it in
close proximity of my
intricate eye,
Pressing it against my heavy eyelids; to gently
massage exhausted arenas of my
brain.
I rotated it wildly in the arid autumn breeze; trying
to assassinate a fleet
of ominous mosquitoes,
Trying to impregnate waves of uncanny terror in all
insects hovering around;
perched innocuously in dark corners.
I fitted its head with a metallic cap; embossing it
with fluorescent color,
Even had the audacity to fix it in my pocket;
substituting nicely for my
fountain pen.
My toothbrush however looked the best; when coated
with a flimsy layer of
germicidal toothpaste,
Scrubbed onerously against the periphery of my
disdainfully yellow teeth;
imparting them a scintillating shine.
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TRUE LOVE
It was sweeter than the supremely sweet chocolate
candy,
It was more pungent than fresh slices of green chili,
It was shriller than the mesmerizing chirping of
jungle nightingale,
It was more captivating than a thoroughly animated
game of cricket,
It was darker than the most opalescent of pastel
color,
Its sting was infinite times more than austerely
venomous beetle,
It was more obdurate than the strongest piece of
rotund stone,
It was denser than the bountiful bunch of hair riveted
to scalp,
It was more transparent than the most scintillating of
pellucid glass,
It was thornier than the bushiest of desert cactus,
It was more sparkling than the most polished of marble
floor,
It was cooler; than the most efficacious of
air-conditioner,
It was saltier than the saline waves radiating from
the persona of colossal
ocean,
It was crisper than the most poignant of edible
biscuit,
It was brighter than the golden rays of the
brilliantly dazzling sun,
It was more fragrant than the tantalizingly aromatic
crimson rose,
It was more picturesque than sprawling mountain ranges
embossed with perennial
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foliage,
It was more flexible than the most malleable of tree
rubber,
It was whiter than the purest of pearly cow milk,
It was more vociferous than the thunderous waterfall
colliding with jagged
rock,
It was more stringent than the teacher slashing an
innocuous student with a
leather cane,
It was softer than the satiny quilt stuffed with loads
of flocculent cotton,
It was more sharp than the acerbic edges of broken
glass,
It was sleeker than the articulately moulded race
sedan,
It was more salubrious than the tastiest of consumable
food,
It was more tenacious than sporadic currents of
electricity traversing through
cable wires,
It was more handsome than a scrupulously embellished;
pampered prince,
It was more volatile than the most radioactive of atom
bomb,
It was more enigmatic than the most mystical of
historical scripture,
It was more profound than the accepted axioms of
contemporary science,
It was more prolific than the athlete with the most
number of football goals,
It was more immaculate than the palpable heart of a
life rendering mother,
It was more enticing than the most ravishing of malt
whisky and Caribbean
rum,
It was faster than the speed at which the aircraft
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sped through placid carpets
of cool air,
It was more intricate than the most coherently
synchronized poetic verse,
It was more supple than the most succulent of ripened
water melon,
It was more effusive than a stream of tears cascading
down tender cheek,
It was more intense than scarlet blood trickling down
raw wounds,
And it was more omnipotent than any offering made to
the all-mighty,
O! yes the thing; that has made me scribble infinite
lines to describe,
Was none other than incorrigibly imprisoning "TRUE
LOVE ”
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WHEN I WOKE UP FROM SLEEP
The mammoth elephants in the forest; made a thunderous
noise; bellowing
rambunctious wails of sound from their trunk,
Inundating the placid ambience with obstreperous
cacophony; I still slept
peacefully; with my hair drooling over my eyes.
The unruly traffic on the roads chugged smoke
blatantly; honking unnecessarily
in wee hours of the night,
Permeating the carpet of air with incongruous noise; I
still slept like a
horse; thoroughly lost in the realms of dreamy
fantasy.
The bedraggled urchins on the street shouted
vociferously; flexing their lungs
to monumental capacity,
Striking the cricket ball hard; with a glass pane
shattering occasionally; I
still slept unperturbed; with the furry blanket over
my head.
An army of obnoxious mosquitoes hovered in the
vicinity of my intricate ear;
buzzing incessantly tunes of insipid exasperation,
Evacuating precious blood from my succulent skin; I
still slept like a prince;
with innocuous saliva oozing from my mouth.
The indiscriminate party of burglars marauded my
house; pilfering all the
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wealth they could their hands to,
Making a flurry of conspicuous sounds in the process;
I still slept like a
gigantic whale; with heavy snores emanating from my
partially opened mouth.
Herculean drops of rain water struck against my
kitchen window; accompanied by
sounds of stringent thunder and lightning,
With turbulent wind gushing right past my face; I
still slept like a tortoise
with its head receded way inside its stomach.
Irate trespassers punched the doorbell with passionate
fervor; incessantly
doing the same with renewed gusto,
Piercing the atmosphere with disdainful noises of the
monotonous alarm; I
still slept with an enchanting smile on my lips;
thoroughly oblivious to
sound.
There were communal riots going on in the street
below; a plethora of shops
were submerged by pugnacious fire,
Hordes of people fled their dwelling; ran berserk for
their lives
helter-skelter; I still slept like a drunkard; rolling
languidly in my
inebriated state.
Multiple buildings shook as an aftermath of vicious
tremors; infinite walls of
solid concrete incorporated prominent cracks,
The entire structure reverberated with the unleashing
impact of earthquake; I
still slept like a dead log; with my eyes formidably
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shut to the proceedings.
It was at that very moment she entered my room; her
perpetual fragrance
tickled my conscience,
The aura of her magnificence rekindling my
impoverished soul,
There took incredulous transformations in my body; and
I woke up with a
startled look on my face; staring unrelentingly into
her mystical eyes; and I
didn’t sleep thereafter.
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WHEN I SLICED MY HEART
When I sliced volatile wire; impregnated with white
currents of electricity,
It spewed out a volley of poignant sparks in tandem; I
was stabbed with
several impacts of shock; falling like a lifeless
pigeon on the ground.
When I sliced open obdurate tree bark; embossed with a
cluster of rustic
root,
A slurry of succulent white juice oozed out in
emollient abundance; and the
tree wept in hidden anguish.
When I sliced the belly of the colossal mountain;
infinite tones of mud leaked
out in frenzy,
A cluster of earthworm and rabbit got dismantled; and
the once bombastic
structure now resembled a beggar in torn rags.
When I sliced open the skin of emerald watermelon;
rosy pink juice cascaded
down with spontaneity,
The fruit looked ravishingly voluptuous like never
before; with scores of
brown seeds tumbling down.
When I sliced decayed bones freshly excavated from
soil; a finely crushed
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chowder of calcium flew directly in my eyes,
The scenario appeared grotesquely despicable; with
nostalgic memories of
centuries ago besieging the cool air.
When I sliced through the heart of a concrete wall; a
series of blatant cracks
spread fast like wild fire,
The structure now looked insipid and fragile; a
battalion of red baked bricks
came plummeting down; and broke my scalp.
When I sliced scintillating biscuits of yellow gold;
an amber tinge
incorporated the edge of my knife,
The currency proliferated itself with each stroke of
mine; and soon I had more
pieces of gold than when I commenced slicing.
When I sliced through an ocean of loose sand; the
blissful assemblage got
thoroughly distorted,
Bountiful splinters of silver soil hurtled towards my
eyes; and there was
profuse tearing that incorrigibly followed as an
inevitable aftermath.
When I sliced open a balloon incorporated with salty
cheese; and a fountain of
water,
An incoherent design of white dots then inhabited my
face; scores of flies and
cupid ants stuck like true stalwarts to my
demeanor.
And when I sliced my heart open with the most sharpest
of blade; crimson blood
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gushed out at exhilarating speeds,
It contained bold traces of the girl I immensely
loved; the celestial image of
the mother from whom I was born.
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SMOKE
When I burnt a cluster of succulent green leaves;
torching the same with the
poignant matchstick,
There arose a faded green smoke in the air; causing my
intricate eyes to
profusely tear.
When I burnt solid crusts of white wax; holding it in
the brilliant candle
flame,
Infinite streams of hot liquid ran down my palms;
diffusing into grey smoke;
embossing them with blotches of burnt black.
When I burnt gigantic sheets of plastic with my
cigarette lighter; there
emanated clouds of achromatic smoke,
It look marathon hours to burn; producing the most
unbearable stench I had
ever smelt.
When I burnt mountains of brown mud; igniting the same
with hot embers of
coal; the colossal structure simply refrained to burn,
There arose dying wisps of smoke in the atmosphere;
and the tumultuous heat
produced made me flee and run.
When I burnt enormous bundles of white cotton; after
submerging the same in
disdainful kerosene,
There were clouds of black smoke engulfing all in
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proximity; with occasional
flufs of distorted cloth entering my eye.
When I burnt lush green grass sprawled on the meadows;
inducing sinister
current from a copper wire,
There arose frigid blue smoke; incarcerating the air;
which repulsively
tickled my nostril; making me puke out consumed food.
When I burnt live cables of electricity suspended on
the streets; firing a
volley of lead bullet,
There arose white smoke in the air blended with golden
sparks; and I ran like
a panther; for fear of being electrocuted.
When I burnt fetid sewage decaying in an oblivious
heap; with blazing sticks
of fire,
There arose crimson smoke in the air; and the odor was
so obnoxious; that it
entered through my ears when I closed my nose.
When burnt a close compatriot of mine; placing his
lifeless form over a bundle
of dry rosewood,
There arose a wheatish smoke in the air; I reminisced
all his actions; and the
nostalgia made me cry.
And eventually when I burnt myself; immolating my
demeanor with pure
gasoline,
The smoke that arose in the air was brilliant red; and
the fragrance was the
most emollient of all; as it contained profound traces
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of her heart;
portraying the essence of our love.
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ROOF TOP TERRACE
I ambled languidly on my rooftop terrace at evanescent
dawn,
Invisibly faint rays of light gently caressing my
silhouette; a chilly breeze
blowing across my soft ear,
The cuckoo gave loud chirps; a blend of resplendent
birds soared high in the
impeccable clouds,
I felt dreariness besieging my exhausted eyes; and
soon dozed off lost in
realms of a mystical reverie.
I woke up with startled jerks; stupendously bewildered
by dazzling light of
the full sun,
Splashed my face several times with cold water; trying
to audaciously stare
into the crimson ball of fire,
Although I miserably failed in my attempt; as the
astronomical proportion of
heat burnt my scalp,
And I submissively sat down reading the crisp
newspaper; in remote dark
corners of the terrace.
The crystal sky now displayed the midday sun; blazing
down viciously in full
fury,
Sweltering hot currents of breeze now blew across the
window; virtually
melting all in proximity to water,
As I incessantly consumed large pitchers of sweet
liquid; refrigerated to
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freezing ice,
To get temporary reprieve from the distressing agony
of the sun god.
A few hours later dusk strangulated the exorbitant
heat; radiating serene pink
light,
The eagles in the sky were now returning back to their
dwelling; densely
foliated trees rustled vivaciously in the gusty wind,
The atmosphere was impregnated with obstreperous
voices; as children played in
the silver sand,
I stood in mute silence; leaning on periphery of the
colossal water tank; as I
witnessed the mesmerizing sight of the sun going down.
As the seconds zipped by; dusk unveiled itself into
starry night,
The sky now; was entirely obfuscated from the sun;
looked enchanting with a
cavalcade of stars,
Emanating mystical light; illuminating the darkness
with a bountiful sparkle,
I watched her innocuous features; the beauty of her
form a few feet below;
thanked the creator for putting her to sleep,
Incorrigibly vowed to spend many more days on my ROOF
TOP TERRACE; as her
sighs now converted into deafening snores.
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BUBBLES
When I pricked a large bubble impregnated with acid;
infinite droplets of
fumes flew all over my persona,
Transforming my glowing skin; into complete shambles
of pathetic brown; and I
emitted a few tears unable to bear the anguish.
When I pricked minuscule bubbles of soap emanating
from the bathtub; a pungent
spray flew in my eyes,
It was as if someone had hurled tones of chili powder;
and the interiors of my
eye developed a severe red allergy.
When I pricked rotund bubbles incorporated with honey;
sweet globs of liquid
fell on my face,
I felt nice in the beginning; but it soon became a
disdainful nuisance; as
clusters of stinging ants clambered up at fast pace.
When I pricked plastic bubbles looking thoroughly
inflated; a sudden gush of
stale air rushed across my lips,
There was a deafening roar produced that inundated my
ears; and for the next
few minutes I was unable to decode sound.
When I pricked bubbles filled with crimson blood; my
immaculate clothes
acquired blotches of red,
A sickening smell encompassed the ambience; and I felt
like vomiting out
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consumed food; wanting to eliminate the process of
death.
When I pricked bubbles compactly filled with frozen
ice; tiny nuggets of ice
cascaded down my neck,
Umpteenth hair on my body stood up due to impact of
the bitter cold; and my
teeth started to violently clatter.
When I pricked frothy bubbles wafting out of a stray
dogs mouth; a fountain of
water gently caressed my face,
A fetid stench arose in the air; and I knew I had an
overwhelming chance of
contracting deadly rabies.
When I pricked bubbles drifting from the periphery of
sizzling hot tea;
blistering sprays of water collided with my face,
Scalding sensitive arenas of my silhouette as they
trickled down my chest;
also my body smelt of tea leaf for remainder of the
day.
When I pricked bubbles generated by the ravishing sea
waves; salty foam struck
me stringently in my face,
My eyes started to profusely water; with an inevitable
sensation to scratch
painstakingly developing all throughout.
Eventually when I pricked the colossal bubble of our
perennial love; there was
a rainfall of fragrant water; that imprisoned us in
bonds of immortal
embrace,
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And there were many more such bubbles which
proliferated every unleashing
minute; uniting us for the present and many births to
unveil in the distant
future
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AFTER CONSUMING A BARREL OF WINE
He babbled incoherently at innocuous pedestrians
traversing through the
streets,
Clenched his fist high in the air; barking a malicious
volley of rustic
expletives,
Spat loads of colored saliva on the ground; blending
superbly with the loosely
sprawled mud,
Danced languidly listening to the slightest of music;
eventually collapsing in
a bedraggled heap on the ground,
Swayed frivolously at fair skin; only to be slapped
with fervor on his bearded
cheek,
Occasionally stumbled badly on sharp pieces of stone;
hurtling at fast speeds
to get a taste of disdainful soil,
Scratched his hair in wild rhapsody; with a ravishing
hunger in his blood shot
eyes,
Took deep breaths every once a while; as if getting
strangulated by bouts of
suffocation,
Wailed passionately; vociferously proclaiming his
unrelenting misery and
tyrannical pain,
Was thoroughly oblivious to his boisterous
surrounding; lost in realms of
sedative fantasy,
Had lost all appetite for cooked food; relinquished to
chew and eat,
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Looked waywardly towards the sky; trying to decipher
his blurred destiny,
Rebuked his children severely at home; at their most
innocuous of
provocation,
Kicked acerbically intricate furniture in vicinity;
dismantling the sanctity
of household to threadbare junk,
Illegibly scribbled few lines of script; making a
ridiculous mockery of
calligraphy,
Slapped his wife with tenacity on her ear; for
disobeying his dictatorial
rules,
Audaciously revealed startling facts about his life;
which he had embedded
deep within his heart,
Was saved by the scruff of his neck on umpteenth an
occasion; from high
powered cars; and monstrous traffic,
He had completely lost the dignity to speak; the
ability to stand firm on his
knees; distinguish the light illuminating air from
darkness,
In the end; he collapsed in a disheveled heap on the
ground; awaiting the
first rays of brilliant dawn to terminate his sleep;
wash all traces of the
BARREL OF RED WINE; he had obsessively consumed
the
previous night
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AS THE WIND BLEW
Granules of silver sands drifted into my eye;
tormenting them to the threshold
of irritation,
Wild draughts of wind blew across my face; almost
annihilating all the hair
inhabiting my scalp,
Black wisps of clouds hovered disconcertingly close to
my persona;
circumventing me from all sides,
Scraps of strewn paper; threads of innocuous cotton
rose high in the breeze;
settled nimbly on my freckled nose,
Frothy waves of the sea struck me with tenacity;
diffusing into pearls of
ravishing foam,
Gigantic lizards slithered harmlessly on the soil;
gallivanting their way
upwards into the crevices of the tree,
Rustic leaves of the foliated trees swirled violently;
occasionally dropping
on the ground with a thud,
Infinite blades of grass got dismantled from their
roots; lay massacred in a
pathetic heap,
Bountiful amounts of dust adhered to immaculately
polished windows; the
sparkling exteriors of statues transited to blotted
and scarred,
Metallic signboards in the street fluttered
turbulently under the midday sun;
belting under pressure,
Fleets of birds in the sky glided ecstatically;
without generating effort from
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their aerodynamic wings,
Scores of rusty iron nails entangled themselves from
crevices; rubbed
themselves vigorously against sandpaper corrugations
of the wall,
The bells in the church chimed incessantly; striking
their fangs tenaciously
against pallid bronze,
Slender needles of the tower clock revolved
haphazardly; displaying erratic
fluctuations of time,
Hordes of mice retreated hastily in their burrows;
shriveling to half of their
original size,
The potbellied tortoise sunk way beneath into its
shell; profoundly contented
with its perennial warmth,
Steaming coffee cascaded all over into a rampant
spray; as I tried to pour it
dexterously from the kettle,
A battalion of fish tried to escape from the
boisterous waves of the sea; find
some respite from the torrential reverberations of the
water,
Tightly fitted contemporary caps were swept like
rolling pins from scalps; the
crisp demeanor of my office shirt developed a plethora
of crease,
I simply relinquished all power to open my eyes; hoist
my head towards the
sky; and her breath seemed closer to me like never
before,
As the wind blew at swashbuckling speeds; inundating
the stillness of
atmosphere with the euphoria of vibrant adventure.
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PILLAR OF LOVE
They blasted it with the most pugnacious of explosive;
planting corrugated
sticks of dynamite around its periphery,
It bravely bore the onslaught; didn’t sway a single
inch; instead fortified
its roots firmly into the ground.
They fired a volley of bullets from my compact pistol;
caressing the air at
swashbuckling speeds before striking the wall,
It stood unperturbed like a handsome prince; and there
was not the slightest
of indentation.
They hurled at it colossal buckets of fuming acid;
drenching its demeanor with
blistering liquid,
It refrained to change its complexion; and sparkled
even more after the
aftermath.
They incessantly sprinkled it with disdainful petrol
wildly bursting from
hospices; then ignited the same with a blazing torch;
It however refrained to catch fire; shimmered
mystically under the pearly
moon.
They attempted to chop it down with their acrimonious
axe; indiscriminately
slashing at its body,
It neither bled nor wept; while the axes after a while
seemed to be thoroughly
battered and bruised.
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They dug the earth to fathomless depths; feeding its
foundation with a
battalion of parasitic termites,
It resisted their ominous attack; the termites after
several days felt
exorbitantly exhausted and eventually slept.
They tied it with chains and iron shackles; tugged at
it with from all sides
exerting tumultuous strength,
It didn’t utter the slightest of whisper; neither did
it move a centimeter;
proving their vindictive attempts worthlessly futile.
They left a fleet of hostile vulture to devour it;
pulverize its persona to
threadbare rags,
It remained as stoical as ever; and the birds flew
away without trying to
invade and harm it.
They then banged and pummeled it with their fists; as
a manifestation of their
anger and frustration,
Used all paraphernalia they could lay their hands on
to dismantle it; it still
stood like rock unmoved by the proceedings.
It had withstood the severest of test on umpteenth an
occasion; without
yielding to pressures of ostentation and society,
And grew more formidable, as the prejudiced tried to
crush it; the dictators
tried to capture it; and the opulent tried to purchase
it,
It had remained as fresh as a new born for centuries
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unprecedented; it
possessed the immortal blessings of god,
O! yes it was indeed the one and only invincible
PILLAR OF LOVE..
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THE PUNCH
When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to
the brim with bountiful
food grain,
There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which
some it settled on my
nose; partially obscuring my vision.
When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff;
infinite molecules of gas
escaped in fury,
There was an obstreperous sound produced; which almost
ripped apart intricate
arenas of my eardrum.
When I punched the colossal sized melon with my fists;
the shell broke open
into incommensurate halves,
A myriad of fleshy splinters flew everywhere in the
air; and the slimy juice
languidly cascaded down my immaculate face.
When I punched the solid baked brick; exerting
tumultuous pressure against its
navel,
Shards of disdainful concrete entered my crystalline
eye; along with a series
of fracture that enveloped my knuckle.
When I punched the heavyweight champion in the solar
plexus; there was a
myriad of fetid sweat droplets that stung me with
alacrity,
His esteem got thoroughly provoked; and he pulverized
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me to dust displaying
his overpowering brawn.
When I punched biscuits of pure gold; glittering
impeccably in the enchanting
moonshine,
My fingers acquired faint tinges of yellow; and I
profoundly regretted the
wastage that I had produced.
When I punched the venomous reptile that hung from the
tree; trying to
frivolously fondle with its skin,
The monster bared its fangs in vindication; hissing
vociferously and
eventually inserting its deadly poison in my flesh.
When I punched the assembly of scintillating mirror;
it diffused into a myriad
of minuscule fragments,
My reflection now appeared comically distorted; and
droplets of crimson blood
oozed from my palms as an aftermath.
When I punched the power horn in the truck; applying
unrelenting pressure from
my wrists,
There was a deafening noise that was produced;
instantly overpowering the
natural ethos prevailing in atmosphere.
And finally when I punched my heart; using the full
power of my hands,
There echoed only once voice; there seemed only one
face; and there seemed
only one god; and all of them were my mesmerizing
beloved.
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BLOTCHES
I sprinkled bountiful water on the cluster of tree
leaves; granting their
surface a scintillating radiance and shine,
Yet they developed disdainful blotches of dust on
their persona; as the rustic
wind blew in wild draughts.
I polished the marble with moulds of wax and feathery
sponge; continued to do
so until it glistened,
Yet it developed a series of blue blotches; as the
toddlers unwittingly
spilled globules of writing ink.
I wore a crisp cotton shirt entwined with threads of
white silk in the
morning; meticulously wiping of all the dirt with my
snake brush,
Yet it developed a blend of obnoxious blotches; as the
tyranny of sun and
perspiration overpowered me in entirety.
I voraciously scrubbed the wall using a lather of
antiseptic foam;
scrupulously cleansing all the unwanted grime,
Yet it developed infinite blotches and irregular scars
minutes later; as the
cars traversing blew a load of contaminated gutter
water.
I tenaciously rubbed the interiors of the cloistered
well using battens of
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steel; made sure that the grease and stale algae was
thoroughly annihilated,
Yet the surface developed blotches of black mud along
with a fleet of
incorrigible termite; as a few nights passed by.
I rigorously scraped all the mud from the temple
bells; making their demeanor
sparkle in the midday sun,
Yet they developed a plethora of blotches juxtaposed
with ghastly stains; as
scores of devotees incessantly rang them creating a
pandemonium.
I delicately chiseled streaks of condensed clay from
my fingernail; to render
it with a salubrious complexion,
Yet it developed painted blotches stuffed with trapped
particles; a few hours
after I consumed my meal of boiled rice.
I stringently brushed my bare bruise with a concoction
of medicinal balm and
ointment; to eradicate prevailing infection,
Yet it developed hostile blotches; seconds later when
it was exposed to
acerbic atmosphere.
I adroitly brushed off briquettes of soil from my pet
dogs skin; bathing him
in a tub replete with soapy foam,
Yet he developed irrevocable blotches of green on his
skin; after rolling
uninhibitedly in the grass.
It was now the turn of my beloved; I made her stand in
the most blistering of
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fire; the most savage of oceans; the most lecherous of
society,
She withstood the test with tumultuous endurance;
escaped without a single
indentation on all occasions; facing an army of
acrimonious tests in her
life,
And the most astounding thing was; she didn’t acquire
any scars; her heart was
as pure as gold; her character immaculate and her
conscience was free of the
remotest of blotch.
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LIGHT OF LOVE
The light diffusing from the sun was stupendously
dazzling in the morning;
gaining profound intensity by the onset of afternoon,
Although as the hours zipped by; the same sun set
behind the mountains; with
its brilliant rays now transiting into pathetic black.
The light emanating from the moon was an immaculate
white; subtly illuminating
the darkness of the night;
Although as the first hours of dawn stealthily crept
in; the moonlight simply
faded; without leaving a single trace.
The light radiating from the high voltage bulb was
wholesomely flamboyant;
piercing with stringent velocity through particles of
gloom,
Although when I merely caressed the switch with my
fingers; it abruptly shut
up without the slightest of struggle.
The light diffusing from the volcano was belligerent
and hostile; torching all
the animate that came in proximity,
Although when the tremors subsided; the same sparkle
got submerged in clouds
of insipid smoke.
The light emerging from traffic signals appeared
scintillating; blending
perfectly with the flurry of traffic traversing the
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roads at nights,
Although the contraption failed to produce the same
effects in the morning;
when the natural shine of the sun overwhelmingly took
over.
The light originating from the stars was silvery in
complexion; besieging the
ambience with an enchanting mysticism,
Although when came the next morning; there was no sign
of the light as well as
the galaxy of prominent stars.
The light ejecting out from the mountain stream was a
juxtaposition of several
colors; as the sunrays punctured it,
Although it vanished into oblivion as nightfall took
its toll on the day.
The light arising from the computer screen was creamy
and fluorescent;
enticing the mundane man with lots of ease,
Although when I punched the button to a position of
closure; there was a dull
background of gray that flooded my eyes.
The light emitting from the sky was sapphire blue;
with blissful tinges of
golden,
Although the same was sighted as ominously black; with
the thunder clouds
hovering around.
And the light of our love was as everlasting as the
fragrance of god,
It radiated a perpetual immortal glow; which neither
faded in darkness; not
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disappeared in the brightest of light.
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THE SEA OF LOVE
When I was drowning in a sea of grease; I felt
severely asphyxiated,
Indispensable breath seemed to be relinquishing my
body fast; I also felt the
unbearable stench inundate my nose.
When I was drowning in a sea of blood; I felt a
sickening feeling strangulate
my intestines,
There was a deathly red color that camouflaged my
vision in entirety; and the
desire to live now seemed to be dwindling in my
persona.
When I was drowning in a sea of fuming acid; umpteenth
pores on my skin got
horrendously charred,
I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer; the heat
finally overpowered me
choking my breath.
When I was drowning in a sea of silvery sand; clogged
balls of mud stuck
intransigently to my silhouette,
The colossal burden of soil seemed preposterously
bulky to bear; and I
emancipated breath with loud sighs and groans.
When I was drowning in a sea of red wine; I initially
relished the aroma and
ravishing taste,
However as minutes unleashed themselves rapidly; the
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same elixir became a
profound nuisance; and I succumbed disparagingly.
When I was drowning in a sea of obnoxious petrol; the
gasoline left me
helpless with a piquant feeling,
I prayed to the creator for granting me reprieve from
my plethora of misdeeds;
but in the end halted my cells from functioning after
entering rampantly in my
body.
When I was drowning in a sea of pressurized gas; the
vapors initially made me
dreary,
Painstakingly catapulted my demeanor to heights of
complete unconsciousness;
and leading to ghastly death.
When I was drowning in a sea of white electricity; a
battalion of insidious
sparks caressed me with vindication,
I got instantly electrocuted; and didn’t even have the
time to reminisce my
past.
When I was drowning in a sea of hatred blended
profusely with corruption;
nefarious deeds of the society plundering heavily on
my conscience,
I forcefully closed my breath refraining to live any
further; although the
world did give me a slim chance.
And eventually when I was drowning in a sea of love;
her eyelashes tickling my
forehead,
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The incense of her love igniting undiscovered passion
in my body; I lived; and
not only did I live; I now dictated and preached the
same to all I encountered
in the tenure of my life.
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AFTER A GOOD NIGHTS SLEEP
My eyes felt overwhelmingly revitalized; with their
focus seeming to be
crystal clear,
The network of bones in my body seemed to be well
oiled; with that extra ounce
of energy incarcerated,
The breath flowing through my nostrils was
holistically pure; without the
slightest trace of impurity,
Sweat glands under my arms had started producing fresh
perspiration,
The mass of curly hair on my palms had stood up alert;
with pungent alacrity,
There seemed to be melodious sounds congruously
humming in my eardrum; as an
aftermath of nocturnal dream,
Scarlet blood circulating through my veins had
acquired a lighter tinge; and
now flowed with pumped exuberance,
Dried crusts of dirt lined my eyelashes; which I wiped
off ecstatically with
my nail,
A serene calm now besieged my stomach; after onerous
turmoil of the previous
day,
Languid yawns now occurred; impregnating my demeanor
with robust spurts of
exhilaration,
The flesh circumventing my chest glistened all the
more profoundly in golden
rays of the sun,
New buds of taste had sprouted in clusters on my
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tongue; producing tantalizing
sensations in my mouth,
The fortress of my teeth seemed to be fortified and
strong enough; to
masticate the hardest of coconut shell,
There was a perfect co-ordination between the mind and
brain; a perpetual
harmony which harnessed constructive thought flow,
Bouts of intense infuriation had dwindled
substantially, replaced by the
tendency to gently caress the grass and care,
The clouds had never seemed so blue before; and the
sun had never seemed as
dazzling as I could spot it now,
There was passion to work; gleeful run and perspire
profusely in the heat,
My voice reverberated loud and stringently from my
throat; blended with a
perfect crispness to project authority,
All the laziness now seemed to have vanished into thin
oblivion; with the last
trace of dreariness thoroughly annihilated,
Mind you there was no mystery behind this; I had slept
like a hooded monster
last night; with thunderous snores piercing the
stillness of air,
And as the first rays of dawn hit my eyes; I possessed
unprecedented strength
to fulfill my duties; love with reinvigorated vigor
the ones I ardently
admired.
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CHALK POWDER
When I applied it on the morose painted black wall; it
highlighted a vivid
contrast,
The surface suddenly acquired a gaudy complexion;
captivated stringent
attention of the roving eye.
When I smeared it on the surface of the airfield
tarmac; it bifurcated the
entire terrain scrupulously into zones,
Made life immensely simple for the pilot; giving
adequate options to the pilot
to maneuver his winged bird.
When I mixed it with plain pellucid water; it
transformed into a curry of
immaculate starch,
And I was easily able to whitewash the periphery of
the dilapidated mansion;
with magnanimous strokes of my serrated brush.
When I threw it nonchalantly on the earth; it
inconspicuously blended with the
soil,
Impregnated the mud with innocuous tinges of sparkle;
looked spotless in the
assemblage of infinite dirt.
When I released it high in the air; it cascaded down
painstakingly,
Eventually settling and juxtaposing with my hair;
rendering my features to
appear comically distorted.
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When I hurled it at unsuspecting individuals; they
acknowledged my gesture
with frivolous smiles,
Although they inevitably scratched their eyes with
their palms; as the
granules caused pertinent irritation.
When I applied a frugal amount of it on my rosy
tongue; it looked as if
covered with snow,
Although some of it managed to infiltrate into my
nose; and I thunderously
sneezed.
When I voraciously rolled in it; inscribing wild
designs with my fingers,
I resembled a talented cartoon from the Disney world;
and the neighboring
children laughed till tears rolled down their cheek.
When I washed my hands; vigorously rubbing it all over
the skin of my
fingers,
They came out meticulously clean; with the last traces
of grime now completely
annihilated.
But I think that my CHALK POWDER served me the best;
when I moulded it into a
composite bar of handsome chalk,
Used it for imparting judicious knowledge; sketching a
conglomerate of love
symbols with it on the crystal blackboard.
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BANGLE OF LOVE
When I wore a bangle of pointed thorns on my wrists;
they got apathetically
scarred,
A series of raw bruise developed with the unleashing
hour; and ravines of warm
blood trickled down my fingers.
When I put on a bangle of live reptile on my hands; it
tickled me
voraciously,
The venomous creature hissed enchantingly for a while;
eventually striking its
perfidious(disloyal) fangs indiscriminately in my
flesh.
When I wore a bangle of dead frog on my wrists; there
wafted an unbearable
stench in the atmosphere,
Also the skin in proximity with the contraption
developed a plethora of
infection; catering to a host of abominable insects.
When I wore a bangle of sea shell on my wrists; it
initially imparted me a
majestic look,
But the exhilaration soon faded; as a fleet of slimy
worm came crawling from
the inside recesses.
When I wore a bangle impregnated with ravishing honey
on my wrists; it
glimmered tenaciously in the midday sun,
Although after a few hours I found; the obstreperous
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humming bees encircling
it perceiving it to be their hive.
When I wore a bangle of insipid grass on my wrists;
the frigid blades tickled
me pertinently,
And every now and then; I had to scratch my flesh;
executing overwhelming
force of my finger nail.
When I wore a bangle of jingling metal on my wrists;
it glittered profoundly
under the creamy moon,
However it provoked me to the threshold of irritation;
as it produced
cacophonic noise; every time I moved my hand.
When I wore a bangle of pure gold on my wrists; it
incarcerated the attention
of several pedestrians,
The penurious could hardly believe their eyes;
immediately chalked astute
plans of actions to steal it.
When I wore a bangle of elephant teeth on my wrists;
it highlighted richness
blended with rustic tradition,
Although I felt pervaded with remorse for the colossal
beast; nostalgically
reminisced the agony it must have felt while dying.
And finally when I wore the bangle of our love on my
wrists; all my
apprehensions vanished into minute oblivion,
My hands; my persona; and the coordination of my
senses all got astronomically
reinvigorated; and they seemed to be gaining strength
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as each day unveiled
into perilous night.
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TABLE SALT
When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent
patterns in the powder
with my big toe,
It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin;
poignantly tickling every
part of my body.
When I smeared a parsimonious amount of it on my
tongue; the taste buds
instantly stood up; as if after a marathon period of
prolonged rest,
My throat cried for water soon after; to pacify its
inevitable thirst.
When I sprinkled it gently in the drifting breeze; it
rose high and handsome
in the atmosphere; adhering to the crisp tree leaves,
While some part of it descended down painstakingly;
causing my eyes to
profusely water as it barged in forcefully.
When I blended it with pure water; vigorously stirring
the concoction till it
spewed bubbles of sparkling froth,
The elixir produced was wholesomely spicy to drink;
and I washed my mouth
scrupulously clean; after consuming a few sips.
When I rubbed it fervently against the periphery of
succulent fruit;
completely engulfing the same with its surplus
fillings,
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The berry remained as fresh as ever even after several
weeks had elapsed;
unperturbed by the onslaught of deleterious insects.
When mixed it with the chocolate brown soil; it
acquired evanescent tinges of
cream,
The mud now looked far more enticing; with streaks of
impeccable white clearly
accentuated.
When I heated it on the stove to form a composite bar
of soap; it willingly
underwent the metamorphosis,
And I felt hot fumes emanating from my persona; when I
took bath with it.
When I hurled it mischievously at passing pedestrians;
they were partially
perplexed by my uncanny behavior,
Their initial anger soon converted into intense
indignation; as they were left
scratching their flesh raw till it bled.
When I dissolved colossal pints of it in the
fathomless ocean; it was
supremely grateful,
Thanking me from its heart for submerging it back; in
the place it actually
belonged to.
And eventually when I added frugal pinches of it in my
food; my supper
transited to the tastiest of all times,
With commensurate proportions of sweetness and spice;
overwhelmingly
gratifying the pangs of hunger in my stomach,
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It was now that my bottle of TABLE SALT had served me
to its absolute best;
had indeed embodied lots of color to my spiceless life
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FOOTPRINTS
When the colossal dinosaur traversed through the
marshy soil; there occurred a
deafening roar; the entire family of jungle beasts
saluted him,
However he left behind a trail of triangular
footprints; bohemian and
gigantic; that made onlookers uneasy; by merely
glimpsing the same.
When the hunch backed camel ambled languidly through
the desert; I paid him
flowing tributes of adulation; for unceasingly bearing
the tyranny of
scorching heat,
However he left behind a semicircular array of
footprints; which appeared
pretty insipid and nonchalant.
When the stray dog ran across the wet road; he was a
sight to stare; with his
furry coat now camouflaged in muddy water,
However he left behind a battalion of messy
footprints; which caused
disdainful blemishes on the surface.
When the handsome horse galloped across the racetrack;
he looked majestic and
grandiloquent; panting with spurts of exuberant
energy,
However he left behind an incongruous design of
footprints which were crudely
square in shape; punctuating cavities in the hard
ground.
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When the olive green and serrated skinned crocodile
slithered through the
river banks; he looked domineering and awe inspiring,
However he left behind an armory of deadly footprints;
which caused sumptuous
food in the belly of innocuous trespassers to
violently churn.
When the protuberant bellied ducks paraded through
clayey farm mud; they
appeared a sight to feast on; with their yellow beaks
dazzling brilliantly in
the sun,
However they left behind a jugglery of diamond shaped
footprints; which
perpetuated incorrigible stains in the spotless
kitchen.
When the black striped panther aimlessly loitered
through the tropical grass;
he looked like a royal prince; embodied with the
whitest of silken whisker,
However he left behind a fleet of monstrously
incoherent footprints; which
scrupulously lead the hunter to his den.
When the nefarious robber stealthily crept across the
soil; he left me
dumbfounded; clad in the blackest of attire; with a
snake hood camouflaging
his face,
However he left behind a volley of deplorable
footprints; which helped the
police to trace and apprehend him.
And when she walked on the cold floor with bare feet;
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it shivered as if
caressed by a celestial fairy; having just descended
from the realms of
heaven,
Also the footprints that she left behind were
perfectly synchronized; were the
most mesmerizing that I had ever sighted on the
trajectory of this earth.
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DIVIDERS
A divider of polished bricks separated the road;
segregating a battalion of
traffic meticulously,
Preventing unruly accidents; ensuring that vehicles
traversed at electric
speeds.
A divider of thunder clouds separated the crystal sky
from earth,
Obfuscating it from indispensable sunshine; inundating
its surface with an
ocean of stormy rain.
A divider of dense leaf; separated the slender tree
from the wind,
Cloistering it from uncouth gaze of trespassers;
impregnating it with loads of
passionate warmth.
A divider of charged barbed wire; separated the house
from the illuminated
street;
Harboring its occupants in fortified custody;
shielding them from vindictive
glances of the society.
A divider of entwined fur; separated the grizzly bear
from atmosphere,
Protecting his skin from freezing winds and bitter
cold; incorporating his
persona with a thoroughly mystical look.
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A divider of radiant flowers; separated the orchard
from the polluted city,
Flooding the sir with a sweet fragrance of piquant
scent; attracting scores of
bees to hum in rambunctious discordance.
A divider of feathers; separated the majestic peacock
from the unethical
vulture,
Depicting its magnanimous splendor to all in vicinity;
spreading waves of wild
euphoria when spotted in rain.
A divider of blistering sand; separated the desert
from common land,
Granting it the status of being virtually invincible;
hosting a plethora of
kingly cactus and crab.
A divider of brutality separated; the devil from
sacrosanct god,
Assassinating blissful traces of benevolence;
rendering the world a disaster
to live in.
And a divider of her perpetual love; separated me from
the mundane earth,
Saving me from the tyranny of blending with the
deplorable; imprisoning me in
bonds of celestial romance.
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WHEN THE TIME ARRIVED TO SLEEP
The venomous black beetle stung naked patches of
innocuous skin; injecting
paltry vials of its poison,
Was considered a deleterious hazard; had people
swishing at it with entwined
broomsticks,
Yet when the time arrived to sleep; she took refuge in
the dainty petals of
crimson rose.
The alligator revealed its ghastly teeth in the
brilliant sunlight; decimated
the animate and inanimate in its proximity,
Mercilessly slaughtered scores of humans; clusters of
big fish,
Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took refuge in
the sedately tranquil
waters of the jungle stream.
The multilegged spider entangled innumerable insects
with glow; devouring the
same with tumultuous relish,
Annihilating its prey; submerging it in its piquantly
bitter juice,
Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took refuge in
the compassionate leaves
of the tree; silken threads of its mesmerizing web.
The mystical reptile slithered stealthily through the
bushes; furtively
pilfering(stealing) the eggs of the mother bird,
Raising its hood high at oblivious trespassers;
striking them with its toxic
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fangs,
Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took refuge in
the immaculate dark
burrows of the nimble ground.
The ruffled grey lizard traversed up the wall at
electric speeds,
Capsizing its prey in a vise like grip; crunching it
viciously in its jaws,
Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took refuge in
the hollow of the tree;
camouflaged a little by moisture from the soil.
The impeccable little infant cried unrelentingly all
day; banging his tiny
fists in the cradle,
Inundating spotless sheets of cloth; with natural
spray of disdainful
effluent,
Yet when the time arrived to sleep; it took blissful
refuge; nestling within
the warm arms of his mother.
All of us inhabiting the earth inadvertently commit a
plethora of mistakes,
Sometimes not adhering to the sacrosanct norms laid by
society; indignantly
stamping our feet at frugal issues,
Yet when the time arrives to perish from this earth
and sleep; we all take
refuge in the magnanimous shadow of the omniscient
creator.
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THE TREE OF LOVE
The apple tree swayed frivolously in the air; bearing
crimson crested fruit peeping out from its dense foliage,
However as came freezing winter; its leaves wore a
shriveled look; inevitably feeling the chill and sporadically
falling to the ground.
The cherry tree looked awe inspiring and magnificent from
a distance; with succulent balls of incongruous shapes
clinging to its tendrils,
However as the wind blew mightily; stormy currents of air
collided with it; infinite berries fell down on earth; rendering
it as a pathetic sight to witness.
The coconut tree appeared domineering; standing at
unprecedented heights from the mud; firmly holding its
ground in the tenacious ocean breeze,
However as I shook it; exerting all my power assiduously
assisted by my fellow mates; the hard shell fell with a
thump on the floor; snapping apart into scores of
asymmetrical halves.
The maple tree looked like an angel descended from the
sky; with its golden leaves shimmering in the sunshine,
However as the vigils of autumn took over; it now
resembled a threadbare urchin; shivering incessantly as
the slightest of current struck its naked persona.
The mango tree appeared enticing and voluptuous; with a
conglomerate of brilliant shell adhering to it faithfully,
However the same replicated and impoverished beggar;
as a battalion of red ant and woodpecker; nibbled
passionately at its flaccid fruit.
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The fir tree looked enchanting in the moonlight; producing
sweet volley of rustling voices,
However as snow fell unrelentingly from the sky; its
branches drooped towards the slope; unable to bear the
tyranny of ice any longer.
The Banyan tree appeared impregnable; with its century
old roots dangling impeccably like compactly entwined
threads,
However it developed a series of gaping holes in its
silhouette; as a fleet of parasitic termites attacked it
voraciously from all sides.
The Fig tree looked a sight to feast under the blistering
Sun; with rubicund slices of fruit embellishing its persona,
However as the diabolical owl inhabited it at night; people
shirked away from it in utter abhorrence; as much as they
had initially loved it.
The Lemon tree growing in my backyard appeared pretty
phlegmatic; slowly gyrating with the breeze; bearing a
bunch of poignant fruit,
However it soon dried up into a mangled heap; when I
inadvertently forgot to feed it with salubrious manure and
water.
And the Tree of Our Immortal Love looked the most
splendid of them all; bearing perennial fruit in all seasons;
unhampered by the onset of the most thunderous rain and
snow; unperturbed by the pandemonium going on in the
world,
It had stood the test of all times; stood as formidable as
the Omnipotent Creator; for fathomless centuries; even
after we had evacuated the soil of this earth.
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FIREWOOD AND BEER
When I lit a fire in the peak of sweltering summer; with the
Sun dazzling to a fiery radiance in the sky,
Amalgamating pieces of dry logwood and scores of
incongruously shaped leaves,
Adding several sheets of crumpled paper along with a
plethora of dilapidated brick,
The conflagration caught fumes rapidly; with amber flames
leaping at electric speeds towards the clouds,
However I soon extinguished the blaze splashing gigantic
buckets of river water; as I could no longer bear the
tumultuous heat; with large beads of sweat trickling down
my nape.
When I lit a fire under the ominously dark sky; with the
thunder clouds partially obliterating my gaze,
The Sun playing hide and seek like a frivolous maiden;
appearing for flash seconds; then disappearing again for
marathon hours of time,
An ambience of ethereal blackness encompassing the
atmosphere; with birds making their journeys homewards,
The majestic peacock spreading the plumage of its kingly
feathers; to mesmerizing semicircles,
The fumes no doubt rose to unprecedented heights;
however they soon subsided in entirety; as torrential
showers of rain came pelting down.
When I lit a fire midway through autumn; with tropical
trees sporadically shedding their foliage,
Gathering dead chunks of dilapidated timber; impregnating
them with a bulky sheaf of burnt grass blades,
The tepid stream waters gently striking my dreary toes;
profoundly accentuated ripples causing high rising waves,
Melodious chirping of the nightingale permeating the air;
with a conglomerate of enchanting sounds,
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The fumes had a merry time as they swirled in the air;
however I annihilated the same; beating them frantically
with gunny bags; as they interfered with the moderately
cool air hitting my eyes.
And when I lit a fire amidst the snow clad mountain; in the
acridly blowing breeze of chilly winter,
Painstakingly managing to ignite the lumber twigs and
leaf; rekindling it incessantly with intermittent applications
of the rake,
Shielding it from the irrevocable onslaught of gusty winds;
camouflaging it under a canvas tent,
A drum replete with lager beer placed by my shivering
persona; I felt warm waves of heat instantly soothing the
array of goose bumps formed on my skin,
Expressed gratitude from the inner most core of my heart;
to the FIREWOOD AND BEER for saving my life from the
freezing cold
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YOUNG AT HEART
The leaves of the tree withered at the onset of autumn;
rendering it as bare and a pathetic sight to witness,
Atlhough the body and trunk were still alive; did scream
passionately as the wind slapped and caressed them.
The most majestic of reptile shed its skin while undergoing
a metamorphosis of seasons; partially annihilating its
grandeur,
Although its slithering body still traversed in circuitous
routes; and its fangs were ready to strike injecting lethal
venom.
The mountain sheep had their fur sheared for weaving
thermal contrivances; leaving their appearance as
shabbily disgraceful,
Although they still wandered in harmony on the colossal
slopes; bleated in unison as dusk stealthily approached.
The austere Sun God shed its brightness as nightfall took
over; resembling an insipid reflection of its original identity,
Although it still shone brilliantly the next morning;
illuminating stringently every bit of cloistered gloom.
The slender iron nail lost all its gloss as monsoon showers
poured incessantly from the sky; giving it a deplorable
appearance,
Although it still maintained the capacity of being embodied
in the wall; and still had the hostility of piercing the inflated
balloon.
The fermented barrel of milk lay bereft of immaculate
white color; resembling worthless chunks of flaccid curd,
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Although it still produced an extremely piquant taste; had
reasonably high levels of salubrious nutrition.
The flying birds sheds infinite numbers of feathers each
day; looking bedraggled after being stripped of their kingly
plumage,
Although they still retained the power to fly; soaring high
up in the air and procreating their progeny.
The banana after peeling its intricate skin appeared as
dilapidated urchin; shivering uncontrollably in the wind,
Although it was sumptuous and relishing to eat; and its
pulp caused ravishing sensations in the buds of taste.
The biscuits of gold after losing their shine; resembled the
mundane coin; failed to captivate attention,
Although they still had the same value; could fetch their
owners an astronomical fortune when judiciously traded.
And all the old folks traversing the streets; looked a sight
to profoundly sympathize; clinging tightly to their walking
sticks,
Although they still had the power to love; the power to
overwhelmingly fantasize; as they were YOUNG AND
INNOCENT AT HEART
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THE PUNCH
When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to
the brim with bountiful food grain,
There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which some
settled in my nose; partially obscuring my vision.
When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff; infinite
molecules of gas escaped in fury,
There was an obstreperous sound produced; which almost
ripped apart intricate arenas of my eardrum.
When I punched the colossal sized melon with my fists;
the shell broke open into incommensurate halves,
A myriad of fleshy splinters flew everywhere in the air; and
the slimy juice languidly cascaded down my immaculate
face.
When I punched the solid baked brick; exerting tumultuous
pressure against its navel,
Shards of disdainful concrete entered my crystalline eye;
alongwith a series of fracture that enveloped my knuckle.
When I punched the heavyweight champion in the solar
plexus; there was a conglomerate of fetid sweat droplets
that stung me with alacrity,
His esteem got thoroughly provoked and he pulverized me
to dust displaying his overpowering brawn.
When I punched biscuits of pure gold; glittering
impeccably in the enchanting moonshine,
My fingers acquired faint tinges of yellow; and I profoundly
regretted the wastage that I had produced.
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When I punched the venomous reptile that hung from the
tree; trying to frivolously fondle with its skin,
The monster bared its fangs in vindication; hissing
vociferously and eventually inserting its deadly poison in
my flesh.
When I punched the assembly of scintillating mirror; it
diffused into a myriad of minuscule fragments,
My reflection now appeared comically distorted; and
droplets of crimson blood oozed from my palms as an
aftermath.
When I punched the power horn in the truck; applying
unrelenting pressure from my wrists,
There was a deafening noise that was produced; instantly
overpowering the natural ethos prevailing in the
atmosphere.
And finally when I punched my heart; using the full power
of my hands,
There echoed only once voice; there seemed only once
face; and there seemed only one god; and all of them
were my mesmerizing beloved.
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COILED SPRINGS
I leapt audaciously from the balcony rail; hurtling at full
speeds towards the obdurate ground,
However I escaped without a scar to my skin; and all my
bones solidly agglutinated to each other.
I plummeted from the top floor of the edifice; increasing
my velocity as I approached the ground,
However I got up instantly a few seconds after the fall;
smiling frivolously at the austere Sun.
I jumped from the aircraft flying at unprecedented heights;
floating gradually towards the earth,
However when I did land; I thoroughly maintained my
stoicism; and refrained to cry.
I plunged from unfathomable heights of the diving board
into the pool; cascading as straight as an arrow into the
waters,
However as I fell with a thunderous roar; I swam up to the
surface feeling unperturbed by the commotion.
I tripped inadvertently from the roof while playing; heading
in perfect alignment with the rocky stones,
However my flesh didn’t bleed neither did my eyes tear;
even after the deafening impact.
I was pushed into the thousand feet deep well by a bunch
of miscreants; as my cries echoed through the slimy walls,
However as I tasted the blend of frog and dead fish; I still
escaped unhurt and with an enchanting glow in my eyes.
I flung myself from the tall tree to flee from the venomous
reptiles; diving head on towards an assemblage of wildly
sprawled thorns,
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However after landing I gazed pacifically at the opalescent
moon; unfazed and relishing my close proximity with the
thorns.
I stepped out of the speeding train; catapulting several
kilometers before I came to a state of inertia,
However at last when I discovered my breath; there were
no signs at all of broken bones or deadly fracture.
Well I think the time is conducive to reveal the secret that
lay imprisoned in my heart,
I had worn large rings of coiled springs completely
encompassing my back,
Flocculent foams of Dunlop compactly fitted to my
persona; with satin balls of cotton clinging like a new born
to my cheek,
The cotton and coiled springs had saved me on
umpteenth an occasion; granting me a chance to live and
profoundly admire the beauty that I saw.
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QUESTIONS
I asked the road; the things that perturbed her the most,
She replied saying; that she was mutilated every
unleashing minute,
By the juggernaut of trucks; and cloud showers of swollen
rain.
I asked a cluster of fish in the monsoon river; about the
ultimate fantasy of their lives,
The answer that followed was studded with arduous lines
of brevity,
As they unanimously dreamt of swimming in stormy waves
of the ocean.
I asked the domestic lizard to narrate its tale of woes,
It didn’t ponder even for a fraction of a second; curtly
saying that it was a paucity of succulent insect that kept
her starved these days.
I asked the bleary eyed moon to impassively blurt out its
agony,
The celestial figure in the cosmos retorted with a volley of
eloquent expletives,
Blaming a fleet of monstrous spaceships; pilfering its
exquisite decorum.
I asked the merrily swaying trees; to recount the
expeditions of the blistering day,
They retaliated with traumatic screams; with white blood
trickling down their entirety,
Rebuking the farmer; who had sliced them down for his
daily fodder.
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I asked stray dogs in the street about their conditions of
blissful health,
They made gallant mockery of my question barking; we
aren’t fastidious about food;
All we need is a solitary place to sleep.
I then questioned my tangible heart to disclose its candid
feelings,
There were mystical vibrations which shook my entire
silhouette,
Beads of cold sweat camouflaged my shock of black hair,
As it responded to my query saying; that it wanted to
imprison forever,
Possess for times immemorial the holistic form it loved on
this earth.
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THE AIR WHICH MY MOTHER BREATHED
The air leaking form the air-conditioner was ergonomically
cold,
Pacifying tumultuous anger of people; frantically quarreling
in the acrimonious summer heat.
The air diffusing from the ground; after fresh spells of
monsoon rain,
Possessed a heavenly aroma of unbaked grass;
tantalizing the nostrils into a partial stupor.
The air emanating from saline waves of the ocean; was
blended with fine spray of sand,
Revived nostalgic reminisces of the evanescent past;
impregnating the body with the spirit of adventure.
The air in close proximity with parched sands of desert;
was like a sizzling inferno,
Was not conducive to breathe; provoking loud yelps and
screams when caressed by nimble pair of feet.
The air prevailing at astronomical heights of the mountain
precipice; was astoundingly thin,
Leading to austere problems of suffocation; camouflaging
the face with mighty cylinders of oxygen.
The air floating in the dilapidated mansion; was blended
with truckloads of dust,
Prompted iterative bouts of sneezing; had an obnoxious
stench of dead rat and literature.
The air circulating in the cake shop; was ingratiatingly
ravishing,
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Inundating innumerable bowels with insatiable hunger;
acting as an inevitable stimulant to eat.
The air revolving round the dense foliage of trees; was as
pure as an angel,
Expurgating its harmful ingredients into the blanket of
leaves; acquiring the sedate calm of shining moon.
The air imprisoned inside a rubber balloon; died a
gruesome death every unleashing minute,
Got perpetual freedom in the end; as the contraption burst
with obstreperous bangs.
The air that flowed out of humid nostrils; was luke warm in
temperature,
Revealing a plethora of passion captivated within the soul;
highlighting the zest to lead life.
And the air my mother hissed down my persona; was the
most immaculate of them all,
For it was the very air that had created me; the air that had
articulately nourished my arms and feet,
The air which had made me actually witness; the
atmosphere I was engulfed by; at the reigning moment.
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I WANTED YOU TO BE
I wanted you to be my godmother; caress me gently in the
night; humming a melodious rhyme to put me to sleep,
Prepare appetizing dishes of corn to gratify my gluttony;
wipe the tears of my cheek when I was struck with grief.
I wanted you to be my robust brother; tickling me
incessantly in my ribs; make me wholeheartedly laugh,
Defending me against all evil prevailing; obliterating me
from the remotest of brutality.
I wanted you to be my absent minded father; riding with
me through steep curves of the hill on a horse,
Instilling gargantuan confidence in me while I studied;
embedding my tender mind with nostalgic reminisces of
the past.
I wanted you to be my innocuous child; crying impeccably
as I hoisted you high in my arms,
Melting my heart with your mischievous smile; tugging at
my loose beard with your dainty fingers.
I wanted you to be my old grandmother; reciting to me a
plethora of mesmerizing fairy tale,
Preparing herbal concoctions to pacify my wounds;
admonishing me severely for flaunting with girls.
I wanted you to be my ravishing dreams; tingling dormant
arenas of my heart with your stupendous grace,
Radiating perpetual heat in my body all day; leaving your
everlasting fragrance close to my soul.
I wanted you to be the blood that flowed through my veins;
imparting strength to my fragile muscle,
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Purifying every unleashing second as I breathed air; losing
refined degrees of control at the slightest of provocation.
I wanted you to be my intricate heart; which throbbed
violently when loved,
Imprisoned the deity it worshipped; and was prepared to
relinquish life for the ones it really cared for.
I wanted you to be the redness of my lips; which got more
accentuated when I rubbed them,
Exorbitantly highlighting the fervor of my thoughts; the
insatiable passion I had impregnated in my eyes.
And over and above all; I desperately wanted you to be
my wife,
Inundate my impoverished heart with vast oceans of your
love; blissfully living with me for this and an infinite lives
more to be confronted.
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WHEN I SLICED OPEN MY HEART
When I sliced volatile wire; impregnated with white
currents of electricity,
It spewed out a volley of poignant sparks in tandem; I was
stabbed with several impacts of shock; falling like a lifeless
pigeon on the ground.
When I sliced open obdurate tree bark; embossed with a
cluster of rustic root,
A slurry of succulent white juice oozed out in emollient
abundance; and the tree wept in hidden anguish.
When I sliced the belly of the colossal mountain; infinite
tons of mud leaked out in frenzy,
A cluster of earthworm and rabbit got dismantled; and the
once bombastic structure now resembled a beggar in torn
rags.
When I sliced open the skin of emerald watermelon; rosy
pink juice cascaded down with spontaneity,
The fruit looked ravishingly voluptuous like never before;
with scores of brown seeds tumbling down.
When I sliced decayed bones freshly excavated from soil;
a finely crushed chowder of calcium flew directly in my
eyes,
The scenario appeared grotesquely despicable; with
nostalgic memories of centuries ago besieging the cool
air.
When I sliced through the heart of a concrete wall; a
series of blatant cracks spread fast like the wild fire,
The structure now looked insipid and fragile; a battalion of
red baked bricks came plummeting down; and broke my
scalp.
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When I sliced scintillating biscuits of yellow gold; an amber
tinge incorporated the edge of my knife,
The currency proliferated itself with each stroke of mine;
and soon I had more pieces of gold than when I had
commenced slicing.
When I sliced through an ocean of loose sand; the blissful
assemblage got thoroughly distorted,
Bountiful splinters of silver soil hurtled towards my eyes;
and there was profuse tearing that incorrigibly followed as
an inevitable aftermath.
When I sliced open a balloon incorporated with salty
cheese; and a fountain of water,
An incoherent design of white dots then inhabited my face;
scores of flies and cupid ants stuck like true stalwarts to
my demeanor.
And when I sliced my heart open with the most sharpest of
blade; crimson blood gushed out at exhilarating speeds,
It contained bold traces of the girl I immensely loved; the
celestial image of the mother from whom I was born.
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EXPURGATIONS
The disdainful gutters; expurgated tons of sewage every
unveiling day; producing an unbearable stench which
infiltrated the fragrant surroundings,
The parrot green blades of grass; expurgated dew drops
at the onset of evanescent dawn; shimmering
magnificently in the temperate sunshine,
The exhausted body; expurgated a million drops of sweat;
slowly trickling down the bushy eyebrows,
The fountain pen; expurgated sapphire ink when pressed;
granting intricate shape to a jugglery of words,
The colossal mountains; expurgated droplets of snow in
chilly winter; which cascaded down their slopes in
unparalleled jubilation,
The mystical nightingale; expurgated melodious sounds as
it opened its slender throat; flooding the ambience with its
deliciously sweet music,
The ominous clouds in the sky; expurgated torrential rain;
quenching the insatiable thirst of the parched ground,
The monstrous trucks on the road; expurgated obnoxious
smoke; prompting suffocation in innocuously passing
pedestrians,
The sensitive filament of bulb; expurgated brilliant light;
illuminating the gruesome darkness in the solitary street,
The animate inhabiting terrestrial earth; expurgated feces
as the first activity before commencing the new day,
The lizard on the wall; expurgated hostile blood at the
occupants; when provoked and slashed by the same,
The celestial body of the Sun; expurgated sizzling rays;
fumigating the conglomerate of dirt on earth,
The bunch of entangled rose; expurgated tantalizing
fragrance; tickling the most ruthless of individuals,
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The salty waves of the boundless ocean; expurgated dead
fish on the shores; killed mercilessly by fishermen and
fiery storms,
The resplendent rainbow in the cosmos; expurgated a
plethora of colors; glistening in the splendor of pouring
rain,
The striped panther philandering through the jungle;
expurgated a domineering growl; announcing its presence
to all animals in vicinity,
The ones suffering from lethal cancer; expurgated
precious blood; struggling every unleashing minute to stay
alive,
The eyes of my mother; expurgated tears of incredible
exultation when I was born,
The nostrils incorporated in every human; expurgated
humid breath; necessary to sustain life,
And the indefatigable heart imprisoned in my chest;
expurgated love for the ones it cared for; the girl it
unrelentingly loved.
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SHE LOVED HER BABY MORE THAN SHE LOVED
HER GOD
She hurled him high in the air; exuberantly catching him in
her safe arms,
Suckled him passionately with her milk; harnessing his tiny
form with her warmth,
Played with him incessantly; instructing him how to unwind
the soft toy train,
Cleansed his mischievous face frequently of mud and
blotted ink,
Held his fragile fingers firmly in hers; trying to inculcate in
him the art of walking,
Tickled him voraciously on his belly; which prompted him
to incoherently giggle; displaying fresh buds of his newly
formed teeth,
Placed him in the bathtub filled with heaps of flocculent
foam; thoroughly scrubbing his minuscule silhouette,
Gave him a honey soother to chew; in order to facilitate
the metamorphosis of his teeth,
Rubbed his supple body with emollient olive oil; basking
him in the full light of the Sun,
Applied black lining of mascara on his drooping eyelashes;
to accentuate his huge crystal eyes,
Tied jingling chains to his feet; which produced a tinkling
sound as he ran,
Taught him the indispensability of language; with a bulky
book of articulate alphabets lying by her side,
Scrupulously changed his yellow diaper; as he had a habit
of intermittently wetting,
Sprinkled tons of aromatic powder on his arms; attempting
to make his somber complexion multiple shades fairer,
Placed him amidst an island of inflated balloon; which he
inadvertently pinched; and was dumbfounded on hearing
the thunderous noise produced thereafter,
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Fed him with a pulverized curry of milk and fresh corn; at
painstaking speeds; for him to digest the same with ease,
Cuddled his shock of curly hair entwining her fingers;
combed it after giving him a revitalizing massage,
Took him out in the spongy grass to play; introducing him
to a cluster of new children,
Wiped his tears with her tender lips; when he unrelentingly
cried; pacified him by singing melodious rhymes,
Kept all doors locked; providing him a formidable
enclosure to inhabit; saving his innocuous form; from
hideous eyes of the evil,
She loved her baby more than she loved her God;
Gave him his last feed of sumptuous milk; before putting
him of to a blissful slumber.
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TOUCH
When I dared to touch the fiery and pugnacious ball of
Sun; I got instantly electrocuted,
All the animate cells in my body got mercilessly charred;
and I was decimated to a residue of finely chiseled black
powder.
When I inadvertently touched acid bubbling in the dark
crucible; my hands were rendered lifeless by the impact,
Loud screams of anguish echoed from my mouth; water
globules rolled down my cheek; as I possessed insipid
capacity to bear the pain.
When I touched red chili sprouting from the soil with my
hands; there was a disdainful rash that spread on my skin,
Sizzling currents of electricity rain down my spine;
succeeded by a feeling of sudden blindness in my eyes;
as some of it had managed to enter the same.
When I touched bare wires of light with the rain pelting
down; my body shook like a torrential volcano,
The conglomerate of my teeth chattered incessantly; and I
fell down on the ground unconscious; inaudibly crying for
water.
When I touched frozen ice strewn in abundance on slopes
of the colossal mountain range; I felt my blood slightly
freeze,
My hands went partially numb with sheer inability to move;
and there was no sensation even when I punctured them
with hot needles.
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When I touched the aromatic elixir of petrol; there arose a
deplorable stench in the air,
I was soon battling for life; encompassed in entirety by
hostile flames; as someone in vicinity had alighted a
matchstick.
When I gently touched the serrated green skin of the
alligator; mistaking it for a jeweled fantasy island,
The beast made no mistakes; instead scrupulously
dismantled my flesh from bone; before devouring me as a
relishing meal.
When I touched wild blades of African grass standing tall
at the equator; I felt inevitable sensations of itching
besieging my persona,
Blotches of red soon enveloped my innocuous face; small
rivulets of blood trickled down; as an aftermath of the raw
scratching.
When I touched strongly blended white adhesive paint;
presuming it to be frosty milk,
My palms irrevocably stuck to the concoction; and inspite
of Herculean effort from my side; I was simply unable to
free my grip.
And eventually when I touched her lips; wound my arms
around her in an air tight embrace;
All my obstacles seemed to be vanquished; it was as if I
was in the middle of a grandiloquent reverie; with the bond
of our love growing perpetually stronger; as the minutes
unleashed.
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WINGS OF LOVE
I wanted to fly high in the blue sky on the wings of love;
Traversing through balls of white cotton clouds; listening to
the mellifluous chirping of birds,
Having a silent peep at the blazing Sun; admiring its
enchanting and radiant shine,
Bathing in the unrelenting rain pelting down; trying to catch
the tiny droplets in my palms,
Watching atrocious airplanes whizzing past me at electric
speeds; invading the serenity of the atmosphere,
Confronting chilly draughts of breeze as I proceeded;
occasional flakes of snow caressing my hair,
The horizon appearing just at arms lengths from my body;
as if the Sun was ready to gobble me for supper,
Earthly inhabitation infinite kilometers away from my sight;
with a panoramic view of the towering mountains,
The innocuous white of my skin transiting to scarlet red; as
gusty winds rushed across in fury,
A fleet of twinkling stars staring down at me in pin drop
silence; preparing to shimmer in the night,
Thunderous black clouds obliterating me completely from
visions of earth,
The only food being; a blend of white and colored air
inundating my mouth,
The need for water not arising; in the bitter cold and
freezing sheets of wind,
With me somersaulting several times on my back; viewing
the sky in ecstasy walking upside down,
A feeling of reverence; feeling the divine Creator in
whispering distances of my silhouette,
There was no pollution; adulteration; not even the faintest
trace of civilization as I flew,
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The open conglomerate of sky and space besieging me in
a vice like grip,
Simply not a soul to disturb me throughout the long day;
the tenacious light of the moon engulfing me in darkness,
I remembered my close affiliates; siblings; and most
importantly the spell binding cadence of her voice,
As I flew still higher in the sky; on the wings of perpetual
love.
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THERE WAS NOTHING BORN ON EARTH
There was nothing born on earth; whiter than frosty white
cow milk,
There was nothing born on earth; saltier than the saline
sea,
There was nothing born on earth; redder than the
intensely emollient scarlet rose,
There was nothing born on earth; more green than the
blades of grass protruding from fresh soil,
There was nothing born on earth; purer than crystal spray
of water cascading down the mountain,
There was nothing born on earth; more pungent than
piquant slices of red chili,
There was nothing born on earth; more transparent than
the human eye,
There was nothing born on earth; more sensitive than the
throbbing heart,
There was nothing born on earth; more rotten than raw pig
manure,
There was nothing born on earth; more effusive than a
flurry of tears dribbling down the cheek,
There was nothing born on earth; more tenacious than
resplendently strong beams of the moon,
There was nothing born on earth; more reinvigorating than
a glass of natural coconut water,
There was nothing born on earth; more supple than the
skin of an innocuous infant,
There was nothing born on earth; more eloquent than the
mesmerizing voice of the nightingale,
There was nothing born on earth; more sweeter than
succulent sticks of farm sugarcane,
There was nothing born on earth; more handsome than
the majestically swirling electric blue dolphin,
There was nothing born on earth; more provoking than a
helpless cry,
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There was nothing born on earth; more thorny than the
king cactus extruding from silver desert mud,
There was nothing born on earth; more slippery than the
glistering sand,
There was nothing born on earth; more vociferous than
the growl of the panther,
There was nothing born on earth; more dominating than
the inner voice of the conscience,
There was nothing born on earth; more benevolent than
serving mankind,
There was nothing born on earth; more beautiful than a
persons mother,
There was nothing born on earth; more powerful than the
Creator,
And there was nothing born on earth; more invincible than
true love.
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WHEN I WROTE HER NAME
When I wrote her name with light fountain ink; on the
naked parchment of white paper,
It appeared almost invisible; failed to portray the fervent
intensity of our romance.
When I inscribed her name on the walls; using exquisite
quality of floral paints,
There emanated an ethereal fragrance of flower; although
it failed to highlight the main ingredient of our love.
When I scribbled her name on the slippery beach sands;
using a chiseled twig,
The calligraphy embossed looked amusing; although it
soon got washed in entirety by the gushing waves.
When I painted her name on scintillating glass; using
vibrant strokes of steel gray,
The printing was so scrupulous and neat; that it miserably
failed to depict the tenacity of our relationship.
When I wrote her name on the black board; using a
cylindrical stick of expensive chalk,
It appeared clear and bold; although it couldn’t yet provoke
even the slightest of sentiment; and the professor soon
scrubbed it clean with his duster.
When I embedded her name on a triangular biscuit of
gold; using my switchblade knife,
It appeared grandiloquently studded; although it gave our
love a look of ostentatious flattery.
When I symmetrically carved her name on the soft tree
bark; using the corrugated drill,
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It appeared astoundingly clear from a far distance;
although it failed to convey our immortality; as the next
second a nomad chopped it down.
When I incorporated her name on the voluptuous cake;
using an icing of aromatic peppermint,
It looked romantically enticing; although it couldn’t display
the essence of our romance; soon lost its charm as a
battalion of ants and insets crawled all over.
When I painstakingly penned her name on glittering
diamonds; using a solution of shimmering silver,
It appeared kingly and aristocratic; although it failed to
highlight the hardships we had undergone to make our
love an intransigent success.
And when I wrote her name on my chest; using rusty nails
and a gleaming blade,
Pools of blood dribbled down my ribs; rendering me
virtually unconscious; but this time it spoke fathomless
volumes of our immense dedication,
With each droplet of blood; reflecting the unconquerable
tenacity of our everlasting love.
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BOUNCE
When I banged a ball of spongy rubber on the ground; it
bounced a few times with insipid fervor,
Rising a few inches from the ground; displaying a
thoroughly lackluster performance.
When I threw a rotund ball of solid stone on polished floor;
it bounced negligibly; producing a thunderous noise when
it collided,
Unable to rise even a centimeter above the ground;
languidly rolling as if about to be indiscreetly kicked.
When I released a ball of pure crystal from unprecedented
heights of the edifice; it diffused into infinite splinters of
acerbic powder,
There was no question of it bouncing; as it reduced to
complete shambles; and the loss incurred was substantial.
When I hurled a ball of obdurate leather on the silver
façade of glass; it zipped through like a fiery rocket,
Bouncing with nonchalant exuberance after striking the
floor; and there was a rotten fragrance of leather that
disparagingly originated.
When I banged a ball of flocculent cotton on the muddy
road; it blended magnificently with the ocean of dirt,
It simply refrained to bounce; and flimsy wisps of satin
flakes drifted in the air.
When I banged a ball ornately stitched with a plethora of
crimson rose petal; there was not a trace of the faintest of
bounce,
The blissful leaves were squashed into a miserable pulp;
and colored juice dribbled; forming tiny rivulets on the
ground.
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When I threw a ball of wet mud high in the air; it settled on
the ground with a dull thud,
Umpteenth molecules of loose dirt cascaded all over; and
the bounce was intensely sporadic before it died.
When I voraciously banged a ball of hot iron against car
metal; it ripped apart the intricate demeanor,
Traversing at swashbuckling speeds like a fired bullet; it
was too heavy to bounce and virtually sunk deep.
When I banged a ball of malevolent hatred on the floor; it
assassinated alongwith itself scores of impeccable
individuals,
Propagating enmity in races of mixed color; instigating
rampant incidences of uncurbed violence; without
bouncing the slightest whisker.
And when I eventually banged the ball of love against the
most roughest of surface; it bounced as high as the sky,
Kept bouncing even after striking the ground several
times;
It was the bounce of flexibility; the bounce of perpetual
bondage and sharing; which had its spirits soaring
handsome in the clouds; with the Creator to shower his
blessings and perennially protect it.
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SWITCH OF THE AIR-CONDITIONER PLEASE
I felt unrelentingly strangulated; with exhausted blasts of
wind emanating from my nose,
Gloominess besieging me with tumultuous force; piercing
through my innocuous heart,
An ocean of sweat dribbled down at astoundingly slow
speed; trespassing my brow,
The crispness of my shirt; now transited into a completely
bedraggled texture,
An inevitable sensation to scratch engulfed my naked skin;
and intricate areas of sandwiched between the curly mass
of my hair,
A fetid odor wafting from my mouth; permeated the
rustically plush ambience,
Incessant shuffling of my feet; made me feel intensely
uncomfortable,
Trapped mosquitoes stung succulent chunks of my flesh;
inundating my palms with embarrassing blemishes,
My hands felt stiff; starved and thoroughly deprived of the
tiniest of movement,
Folds of my skin camouflaging my eye felt heavy; my
vision growing disconcertingly blurred by the unleashing
minute,
A plethora of jerks rattled the most tenacious of my bone;
waking me up every second from my blissful reveries,
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SHOWERS
Ominous black clouds in the firmament of sky; showered
thunderous rain,
Deluging dry earth with bountiful water; quenching the
thirst of umpteenth organisms dying premature.
The densely foliated apple tree; showered clusters of dry
leaves on the ground; blended commensurately with dead
twigs,
Facilitating the infertile soil to blossom productively;
yielding a plethora of vegetable and lush green grass.
The dilapidated ceiling glistening nefariously in the silver
moonlight; showered several crusts of decayed paint on
the ground,
Impregnating it with a soft cushion; so that the stray rats
could seek blissful refuge; and sleep.
The astral body of Sun dancing vivaciously in the cosmos;
showered tenacious beams of dazzling light on the earth,
Annihilating inexplicable disease from its non-existent
roots; giving the mundane pedestrian a new hope to live.
The metallic pipe suspended in the bathroom had intricate
nozzles incorporated; showered ravishing droplets of
water when switched on,
Drenching exhausted individuals with revitalizing liquid;
cleansing the disdainful blotches riveted to their skins.
The colossal mountains strangulated with mesmerizing
white snow; showered icy liquid in peak summer,
Which trickled down languidly on the ground; intensely
tickling innocuous toddlers passing by.
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The healthy persona of rustic cow; showered tons of milk
when deftly caressed on its teats,
Silenced incessantly crying infants when they tasted the
same; passionately suckling its young ones just born.
The wildly suspended pungent breeze; showered
astronomical amounts of dust as it blew,
Imprisoning gargantuan dust and sand in its flow; vomiting
the same on high swirling waves of the ocean.
She stood tall and domineering; way above the rest of the
lecherous world; showering me with perpetual cascades of
her magnanimous love,
Instilling my impoverished soul with immortal happiness;
catapulting me to heights of incredible jubilation.
And the Omnipresent aura of God; showered the earth
with us humans; existing in varied color and species,
Bestowing upon us the power to procreate our
generations; the unrelenting prowess to create; discover
and love.
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WHISKY COMPLEXIONED HAIR WIG
I was born with a thick shock of curly hair,
Silky strands of light brown cascading down my scalp,
Broad outlines of eyebrow fringe,
They were my pride; cuddled on infinite occasions by my
mother,
Glistening in sunshine like pure black shoe polish paint,
Caressing minute regions of my skull in breeze blowing
with high velocity,
Mingling once in a while with the delicate periphery of my
inverted eyelash,
Sighted as a puffed bunch of dark cushion by all in close
proximity,
I always kept them shampooed and scrupulously clean,
Sobbed hysterically in private interiors of my room,
When a cluster of school mates harmlessly plucked a few,
I was obsessed with the concept of evergreen hair growth,
Slept all night with tight fitted shower cap clinging to my
garden of hair.
Those whirlwind days of youth had now faded,
Unwanted vigils of old age had crept in at amazing
speeds,
Bald patches of skin now sparkled in sunlight,
Resembled rich quality pure wax in pearly light of the
moon,
The hair which once inhabited my scalp,
Now lay dumped; perhaps under stagnant waters of the
city sewer,
Iterative attempts of washing, scrubbing, oiling, applying
medicinal balm had proven futile,
I had finally succumbed to the tyranny of fate,
Nevertheless I still wore fluffy fibers of ant red hair,
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Which neither budged nor moved an inch; in the most
gustiest of breeze,
Projecting pompously from the artificial plastic of my
whisky complexioned hair wig.
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A CONTACT LENS
It was a semipermeable membrane of curved plastic,
Softened to usable proportions,
Suspended in a pool of viscid tear film,
Enhancing complete visual fitness,
Enriched with optical charisma,
Tailored to a host of curvatures,
Sewn with fibers of crystal gelatin,
Blended with a spectrum of colors,
A maze of wild; sedate; tulip; ravishing designs,
A plastic strip of delightful fashion,
Extinguishing tales of darkened sorrow,
Months and years of faulty vision,
Nerve wrecking tales of groping about in haze,
Impeachable agony of mistaking identities,
Unending oppression of being mutilated,
A lustrous jewel adorning the eye,
An invincible palace of dreams,
Dethroning flashes of black forever,
A tribute to the visual faculty,
My salutations to what a novice knows about,
The scientific way of annihilating visual devastation,
An indispensable product for meaningful existence,
Clinging tightly to the eyeball,
Christened in common parlance as an ultratight and satiny
soft “ Contact Lens”
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MORBID STRUCTURE OF CREATION
I altruistically stared at the wall,
Pale and white with a few blemishes,
A solid fortress of cement concrete,
Embellished with multiple coats of rich paint,
A silent barrier impregnated with juxtaposed bricks,
Fiery red; burnt brown and black,
The acting alloys of the nonchalant structure,
Firmly sealed to its fecund foundations,
Embedded deep in intricate recesses of mud,
Which cries out loud with every inch of vertical invasion,
Radiating rampantly with discordant ease; with every
unfurling minute,
Breaking the harmony of the coagulated network; of
trillions of soil molecules,
Rendering them hopeless and haphazardly scattered,
As the morbid structure of creation,
Painstakingly penetrates into deep oceans of dark mud.
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THE TALE OF A CAR TYRE
The inflated swell of vehicular rubber,
Was with soft rectangular indentations,
Held captive in circular hollow of the tyre,
Traversed speedily along compact metallic roads,
Crushing dry leaves; trampling unkempt wild weeds,
Fixed and stuck to metallic plates,
With radiating spikes; midget spokes of corrugated steel,
Maneuvering sharply across a landscape of barren
concrete,
With deft strokes to the driving wheel,
Firm slanted pressure to the compressible gas pedal,
And skillful articulate movement of the gear shit
machinery,
The tyre treads raced through wet mud roads,
Leaving behind trails of woven patterns,
Resembling dead sticks of rotten sugarcane,
As a sudden whirring noise encapsulated the atmosphere,
Tons of dust blew; silencing the crux of exuberant activity,
Brakes wailed in cacophonic unison,
Tyre chunks bled against the mass of hardened mud,
Creating asymmetrical rings of disdainful dust,
The main culprit being;
A cluster of iron pins; in hot agony,
Strewn in randomly savage proportions,
Waiting to trap innocent prey of vehicular rubber,
Inserting themselves into the thickened rubber flesh,
Squeezing out macro plumage of air mass; exhausting it
to the last drop,
Rendering the spongy sheath of charismatic rubber,
Into distorted piles of mangled junk.
527

LONG IRON
Infinite stretch of white metal,
Running parallel through unlimited access of territory,
Laid on mounds of defined camber,
Spaced at varying distances,
Connected by planks of resistant timber,
Criscrossing flexibly through a maze of routes,
Firmly stuck by tight screw; nut and bolt,
Welded to designer perfection,
In a kingdom of pointed stones,
And shady domains of tree foliage,
Bearing loads of flesh and cargo,
Along with metallic skeletons of speedy trains,
Excreting clouds of smoke as they pass,
Produced in coal chambers of captain room,
The train chugs blatantly,
With horns blaring in obstreperous unison,
Through steep slopes; cloistered tunnels,
Icy cliffs; steel bridges,
A jungle of stations; distant towns,
Embracing sticks of long iron rail,
On a compatible basis; for centuries of blissful travel.
528

THE SCIENTIST
Blue lotions of liquid bubbled in gas flames,
Large quantity of acid lay still in crucibles of hard plastic,
Molecules of sweet sugar were scattered on the floor,
Silky webs of spider clung to steep corners of the roof,
Group of white mice ran helter-skelter at the tiniest
insinuations of heavy footsteps,
Warm rays of the Sun shone through the window pane,
Silver mercury outlines looked enchanting in spiral
testubes,
Finely crushed rock samples were stored in transparent
carboys,
Gold rimmed half glass caressed his triangular nose,
The Scientist was in a spell of intense concentration
With bulky sheets of printed paper buried under his chin.
Innovative ideas shot through meticulous chambers of his
mind,
Scented sweat dripped from infinite pores of his body,
Square fingers with uncut nails worked in passionate fury,
Blending a variety of volatile liquid,
Melting wax paper with brittle chunks of chrome metal,
Coating charred stone with aromatic spirit,
He had several inventions to his credit,
But this one was straight from the top drawers of his brain,
As he smeared a long slender broomstick,
With a queer smelling ointment made from bird feather
and ostrich egg,
The dead broomstick displayed first signs of newly found
life,
Rose a few inches from the concrete floor,
Whistled past the open window glass,
529

High up in the clear blue sky with rollicking bursts of
pumped speed.
530

TRANSLUCENT SHEATH OF LUXURY
The emerald green cinnamon leaf,
An undulating surface of midget proportions,
Engraved with somber white veins,
A camouflage of edibility,
Wild with rudimentary scent of nature,
Vivaciously luring tiny apertures of consumption,
Into a chewable fiesta; of spicy blended ingredients,
Prompting unanimous chorus of satisfaction,
As globules of water roll down from my crystalline eyes,
Witnessing natures brevity at close quarters,
Tuning my mental machinery; effusive arenas of my
demeanor,
To harness the gift of clay and kin.
531

FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT
Brown smoke rose from the tall chimney,
Sinister eagles creating powerful draughts of wind,
Grey lizards swished their tail as they clawed upwards,
Dried moisture from the river bank descended on the
tapered structure,
Engulfing parched skin of concrete with paltry amounts of
natural coolant.
High up in the tower dwelt a grizzly haired man,
Solitude camouflaged him in totality,
Shriveled bones of his body shone prominently,
Silky white beard flowed majestically from his facial
contours,
Adorned he was in godly robes of saffron gold,
Each of his finger was studded with a mystical charm,
There lay a crystal globe abreast of him,
Which he presumed; dissipated entangled enigmas of life.
An affluent man met him with loads of hope,
Bereft he was of precious centers of life bestowing vision,
He had groped about in darkness ever since he was born.
The eccentric saint stared at him for long hours,
Commanded him to kiss the crystal trophy; containing
perfumed mountain shrub and water,
Sprinkled all parts of his persona with pinches of turmeric
powder,
Smeared his eyes with a paste of rabbit whisker and
boiled mushroom,
Chanted spell binding rhymes with proficient ease,
Swayed like a maniac expending all energy possessed by
his wrinkled feet,
The transformation that occurred was breathtaking,
532

Transparent globules of water welled up in the man’s
eyes,
Blurred outlines of the room became slowly visible,
Decades of agony in dark seemed to be fading fast,
He could now see the razor sharp outlines of ducks in the
river,
As fresh rays of morning sunlight caressed him with their
full might.
533

THE PALATIAL WATERS
The sparkling surface of evanescent water,
Reveals undiscovered exhilaration in a smooth manner,
The impregnable waters had few ripples,
Withstanding the acerbic summer heat,
Cruising along with radiant buoyancy,
Crawling step by step with dreary resistance to hard bed
rock,
Into the open crevices of virgin land,
Covering in entirety; barren regions of dry river bed,
To give sedative effects like those experienced,
After massive consumption of lethal tranquilizer drugs.
534

OCEAN OF BLOOD
Before me stretches the gargantuan ocean of blood,
O! helmsman be my eternal companion,
Launch me into it face down,
The turbulent waves of blood shake our boat,
But don’t be afraid my friend,
For at every step there’s god to be,
To wipe the tear drops from our eyes,
And to be our eternal friend.
Our boat is going too fast,
Slow it down a trifle my friend,
To bring it in terms with the actual pace of life,
Where lies agonizing sorrow and grief,
With a thick intensity,
For us to handle with our boat,
Trespassing calmly over it,
For every step that passes by; is a path to the open world.
O! Friend come near; lets prepare to jump,
In the concoction of blood and water that surrounds us,
For we have now left this life far behind,
And are prepared for the time to come,
Do not be afraid of the consequences my friend,
For this world will laugh at you and me,
I can hear the laugh loud and reverberating a few feet
behind us,
C’mon lets prepare to jump.
535

PRECIOUS TEARS
O! Mother why do you shed your costly tears for me?
I’m horrid and of no use to this world,
With every unforgiving minute to my credit,
And the agony of my presence; causing tears to your
eyes,
Those eyes which once oozed tears of ebullient happiness
and joy,
Newness and excitement,
With the past memories reflecting poignantly in them,
And the most moisture engulfing them; making those tears
more costly and inimitably priceless.
Please close your eyes,
For I have not the strength; to see your sorrow pouring
out,
Just for the sake of a wretched boy,
Those holy white drops of your pain; purify the area on
which they fall,
Creating tremors of faith,
Depicting your immortal glory to all.
Your eyes are so astoundingly beautiful,
Weren’t meant to cry,
But to enjoy the tears of ecstasy gushing out instead,
Every instant; creating sweet rivulets of love,
Away from my unearthly soul,
In a blissful world you would like to live in,
Leaving my disgraceful form; in the hands of the supreme
form.
My every unpardonable deed,
Leads me to those pointed thorns, where I await my harsh
destiny.
O ! Dear mother please don’t cry,
Don’t waste the wonderful years of your life,
536

For a coward like me, uncaring, unloving, causing misery
to your impeccable heart,
Leave this devilish character,
Far away from your mesmerizing shadow,
Giving those eternal eyes of yours some rest,
But for heaven sake please don’t cry.
537

MAHATMA GANDHI
This man living was a blessing to earth,
His character truly spotless and bright,
With every bit of immaculate truth in it,
In a great vast and mangled world of politics,
Resolved to serve the nation
And to be a true stalwart cum true knight.
His persevering hand always got up for the right cause,
To crush evil with a strong force,
And gave infinite masses of people renewed hope.
His ideas were as firm as bare unprocessed bricks,
Bore tense enigmatic moments in peace,
And let ghastly crime on earth cease.
A quick glimpse of his wheatish face,
Can reveal a just and fair case.
His steps to righteous success were never stopped,
As they got mighty obstacles chopped.
He pointed to the right way,
Kept people round the globe always gay.
The essence of his benevolent deeds spread far and wide,
Prepares all humans for the onerous bout.
The ashes of his body still depict,
As to where the real freedom of India lives.
538

LIFE
Those dark brown fields of life,
So vast in an entrenchment of their own,
Lost in the syndrome of beauty,
Towering over all heights,
Capsizing the true mettle in man,
Perspiring from the onerous task,
Draping curtains of freshly dug earth,
Leading to dim lights shining ahead.
Those brown fields resemble that orange fading light,
Diffusing into blissful shades of turmoil,
Ebullient with the quenching of time,
Creating bountiful demands,
Abaft with blushes of scarlet red,
Entangling unsolved riddles of life.
539

THE MAIN INGREDIENT OF MY THOUGHTS
I consider the weird tenacity of the intransigent air,
That tickles the envelope of my mind,
Unfolding a whole life of misery,
Involving the trickery of its kind.
The rugged terrains stretched like a shell,
Rings nonchalantly in my mind a good nice bell.
A flower blossoms; a bird chirps,
Bringing my mind the best kind of jerks.
At last I get out of this heavenly dream,
To enrich the taste of the real cream.
540

THE IMPECCABLE AIR
When I study the softness and true intimacy of the air,
It encapsulates my mind with an altruistic blare.
The velvety touch, the shadowy grace,
Have evaporated fully without a trace.
The hot and blistering breeze,
Has made the cool atmosphere cease.
The salty scent of air near the volatile sea,
Has always satisfied hordes of humming bee,
And filled innocent minds of school children with lots of
glee.
The ravenous smell of the sweet blue air,
Has made man go near it,
For he has in his mind a plethora of thoughts; but no fear,
And as the scorching Sun filters through the sky,
The arid air mass cries aloud,
To get the sympathy of thin wisps of invisible clouds.
541

THE TUNE OF AIR..
The mystic tune of melodious air,
Shimmering brightly in perennial softness,
With breaths of insatiable desire,
Like a golden harp beside me,
Flowing past my eyes; smothering all sorrows,
Entitling its presence to my skin,
With showers of silken delight to follow.
The path of air inside me,
Imprisons me with a wave of hope,
Briskly striding over a mountain of sadness,
Subsiding every iota of pain,
Enveloping my whole being in a languid manner,
Making surplus availability of exuberant thoughts,
To say goodbye to me.
That blazing rumble of soft movement,
Tickles my conscience astride,
Offering its red hot tenacity,
To the liquid of rage inside me,
Penetrating me with slow viscosity,
Determining my fate to go,
Placing me in an abysmal dilemma,
Like the dexterous string of elastic bows.
542

TENACIOUS MOONLIGHT
The vivid moonlight amidst the vast expanse of black,’
Mesmerizing with tranquil tunes,
Whispers its sanity below,
To dark and moisture laden sultry air,
Intruding upon the blissful silence.
The spiritual harmony in whitish tinge,
Scrapes away ghastly black petals of malice,
Glistening in quiet contentment,
Revealing non violent signs of complete triumph,
Sprinkling crystalline dew drops of everlasting love.
It invades upon the softness of the night,
Giving rise to springs of spontaneous affinity,
Dreary to a host of artificial emotions,
Blazing its entrance into the world,
With strong mists of belief in self as its lone saviour.
543

STREAM OF LOVE
O! that crystal clear stream flowing,
From tall precipices of the mountain; cascading below,
Those granules of spring water resemble love,
Make brand new paths to go,
Forming tributaries of eternal love,
Gushing at volatile speeds into the mystic world beneath.
The twisted path made by river flow,
Emphatic with light yellow tinges and glow,
With absolutely no hindrances to grow.
It imparts the secrete messages of hidden compassion,
Spreading its enchanting touch all over,
To this frenzied exhausted world,
With serene black calmness to follow.
The stream descends down in a placid manner,
With euphemistically soothing gurgling sounds,
Radiating in its splendid beauty,
To spread permanent messages of unbiased love,
To give relief in its arms,
Resembling gargantuan twists and turns of empathy.
544

ASSEMBLAGE OF HEAVENLY BLUE
The sky with its tinge of heavenly blue,
The sky which is coherent and true.
The sky so beautiful with its purplish face,
The sky that can conquer the human race.
The sky so sweet at lemonade,
The sky that can bring the earth an adolescent grade.
The sky that helps at the time of drought,
The sky that causes newborn seeds to sprout.
The sky that can bring crackling floods,
Doing so can shed a lot of blood.
The sky black and swollen near the river bank,
Hungry clusters of flower expecting all they can.
The drops of pelting water all hope for,
The sheets of rain showers already gone.
The sky with it protuberant legs stretched,
The sky that can get a house creshed.
545

SEVEN STARS- A PECULIAR CONFIGURATION
The celestial placid shape in the sky,
Gains the shape of a question mark,
To give vague and abstract clues,
Depicting conventional meanings of life.
The star configuration gives new life to the door of hope,
Diverting the mind to sacred paths,
Leaving a person in a quandary,
Groping for reasons of non commercial survival.
It gives him a glimpse of his vibrant nature,
Pointing accurately to the heart core of life,
In this space age of computer and robot,
To bring a spiritual upstanding in life.
It sharpens ones outline,
Finely chiseling dormant parts of brain,
Making one mentally sound and fit,
Portraying to the world ones brand new gift.
546

THE SACROSANCT STAR
The gallant star with perpetual shades of white on its coat,
Glitters through the darkness of the amicable night,
An envelope of pitch dark cosmos surrounds it,
Its blessed with a virtue of blatant intimacy,
Staying united amidst a constellation of planet,
Shy and late in announcing its presence in the sky,
The stars all in a blithe,
To give nourishing effects of gliding kites.
The earth’s surface reflected on it,
Goes through the web of exotic desire,
Overcoming thunderous whirlwinds and tumblers of rain,
Standing firmly where no else dares.
The stars take position in a tinge of black and blue,
Sticking to the sky like impregnable glue,
Suction occurs through their entire structure,
The emphatic feeling yet to come.
547

WHISPERING OF NATURE
The wind blows at a soft tune,
As I sit in the full light of the Sun,
Profound with the power to enchant,
Teasing tiny grass stalks with all its might,
Filling stripped cavities of my heart,
With waves of rapturous melody.
The Sun’s light on the sprawling web of green,
Invades the blanket of blissful beauty,
Mesmerizing golden dew drops with its aura,
Like iterative soft caresses of a young mother,
Cuddling her baby with showers of encouragement,
Incorporated with conditions of pure love.
The gleaming sea waters in full flow,
Endowed with sparkling film of salt,
Strike colossal jet black rocks,
Translucent in their perennial strength,
Take the Sun with its dazzling yellow light,
As their constant companion.
The snow clad cliffs make a way,
Weaving their way through a valley of clouds,
Like crystalline shapes of pure wonder; encroaching and
puffing solitary spaces of the misty valley.
548

PLACID AND PERFECT
The stream lit days of peace,
Flow past the agony of time,
So quiet, so serene, so blissful, yielding their touch softly;
bit by bit,
Cruising smoothly over the field of messy emotions,
To give life to the tiny molecules of beginning,
In a supreme entrenchment of their own.
Sweet tunes pierce suspended carpets of air,
Gorgeously tranquil and splendid,
Oozing out silent tremors of love,
In circular rings of boisterous feelings,
Far distance away from the trapped world of
complications,
In an ambience of mustard green dew drops,
Depicting short parables of perfect excitement,
Precarious with the fading of time.
549

A PEEP INTO THE LIFE OF A EUNUCH
Panic grips my heart,
As germs of fear enter my blood,
Biting every ounce of enthusiasm,
Every bit of mental strength,
Baffled by the onslaught of those faces,
As I look in sheer disbelief,
At the army of mutilated faces,
In this strange world created by God,
Plunging my whole being into emptiness,
Without a trace of hope; and lord being my saviour.
O! Lord; so beautiful is this world you have made,
Turbulent rivers; high mountains,
Clear blue skies; yellow seas,
Dazzling sights; treacherous heights,
But what form of beauty is this O! Lord,
Unfolding a trauma of ugliness,
The most deplorably dreaded form of a human being,
Circulating spasms of fear in my mind,
Leaving me in second thoughts,
As to what really is mankind.
550

ELECTRIC RAYS OF BLISS
Acrid Sunlight peeps through the windshield,
Bifurcating shades of yellow and green,
As satiny curls of my dermis go berserk,
My luscious lips produce glowing embers of animated
smile,
As stringent rays of palpable dimensions,
Smother the grievances of a scalding destiny,
Stitching adeptly the dungeons of devastation,
Halting boulders of vexation,
Through sweetened fruits of creation.
The vivid network of intermingled light,
Finally blazes across my incoherent eyes,
Prompting me to secure my grip on the driving wheel,
Dousing flames of perverted imagery,
Exorbitantly rekindling my faith in mankind.
551

TAPERED AND THE SPICIEST
Fresh beanstalks of green chili,
Standing upright in fecund patches of clay,
Strewn in crusty jigsaw moulds,
With famished caterpillars in its womb,
Swarms of obstreperous flies buzzing around,
And hordes of white mice sprinting with a squeaking
sound.
Water clogs arid balls of cracked mud,
Jutting out fiercely; from hose pipes composed of coarse
cloth,
Forming pulpy rivulets; amidst the garnished stalks,
Drenching the untilled land; with pearls of natural
nutrients,
Pure and crystalline from the inner core of earth.
The parrot green buds then ripened in quick succession,
Into macro skin coverings of saliently dark green,
The entire camouflage whistled with the win,
Withering the plethora of standing stalks,
Heaps of chili now lay in a mangled wreck,
Giving rise to the “Tapered and the Spiciest”
552

CIRCULAR FILAMENT FOR SURVIVAL
Finely chiseled in circular fashion,
White and sparkling in complexion,
Engraved in multiple denomination,
Dexterously crafted to realistic proportions,
Malleable with euphoric scent of obsession,
Spreading indispensable waves of possession,
To living masses with grey matter in utter commotion,
lustrous and eternal with yearly corrugations,
A commodity spearheading all emotions,
Trampling indiscriminately over all temptations,
Reigning supreme above all imagination,
Spinning webs of dreamy sedation,
Placing it to be a landmark of fascination,
Blessed with a virtue of godly personification,
The Currency Coin was eventually garlanded as the kind
of all destinations.
553

THE NATURAL BEND
The leaf gorgeously parrot green in color,
Relishes flamboyant tinges of purple on its coat,
Its face tapered and jutting out,
It reveals to all its natural splendour,
Infinite lines adorn its spongy surface,
Bifurcating oblong zones of its sand paper complexion,
Its real beauty comes pouring out,
As the rainy season begins to sprout.
The beauty which is truly emphatic,
Indicates bent points on its slender persona,
Drooping down in a stingy manner,
To get a fleeting glimpse of the earth,
Which nourished it like a baby from its childhood to its
present day youth,
The very earth; of which it has been an integral part for
decades of existence.
It sways gently in the hot currents of breeze,
Dead eyes disclosing true facts of life,
Hold no fear; are devoid of vacillating emotion,
Leading a person to astral remnants of an ancient phase.
Its time of perennial joy never ends,
For it always shows its naturally sculptured and angular
bend.
554

FRAGMENT OF CONSUMPTION
Unbaked flabby chunks of dough,
With loosely sprawled fine powder,
Molded into round lumps of bulky wheatmeal,
An unyielding deodorant in its primitive form,
Studded with minute recesses clinging to its body,
Awaiting hybrid flames from unburnt firewood,
To nurture it into a ripened swell of burnt complexion,
Compactly stitched at all sections,
With threads of natural glue,
Compressed into delicious sandwiched bread,
Sewn in perfect co-ordination,
With progressively low rising engulfing fusion,
Emanating from the tiny apertures of gas burner,
Enriching and finally deserting it as a
“Fragment of Consumption”
555

A DELIGHTFUL FARM
The placid pebble in blue water,
The yellow Sun evading the skies,
A black cloud of mixed feeling,
The blue tear strained eyes.
The mist hanging in the air,
The white dew drops in the field,
The heavenly smell of thatched hay,
The fathers scattered everywhere.
The delicious smell of baked corn,
The cock singing a perfect rhyme,
The lively squirrel on the tree,
The evanescent rising of dawn.
The hedges covered with green foliage,
The fields to be ploughed at,
The hushed rustling of the trees,
The sweet melody in the air.
556

INNOCENT LIVES
Lunch boxes filled with spicy delicacy,
Children dressed in neat uniform,
Stitched badges identifying institution,
Hung coarse bags filled with textbook volumes,
On rustic shoulders of budding youth,
Polished footwear projecting from cream pant,
Shoelace tied in immaculate fashion,
Plaits of hair brushed meticulously with coconut oil,
Brilliant red tie dangling from shirt collar,
Secured to shirt cloth with metal cufflinks,
Conspicuously large watch dial displaying time,
Elastic socks of white conclude attire,
As group of children board the school bus.
Shouts of laughter; chorused rhymes,
Plodding of feet; biting of nails,
Twinkling smiles; comic faces full of glee,
The toddlers were having a gala time;
With dead drunk driver hands on the steering wheel,
Flashing demon smiles through the rear glass,
Meting personal frustration on gas pedal,
As the bus sky rocketed into daylight,
Leaving unsurpassable tornadoes of dust behind.
Swerving wildly like an African panther,
Ultimately crashing into iron posts,
Marking the outlines of the river bridge,
Shouts of laughter turned to breathless horror,
Metal screeched against solid concrete,
Multiseater bus took a hundred feet plunge,
Chorused rhyme converted into imprisoned cries,
As Innocent lives mercilessly drowned into the savage
waters of the amazon.
557

RAINBOW
Violent streaks of nail polish Violet,
Circular shades of flaming Indigo,
Thick envelope of heavenly cloud Blue,
Fat smear of bright parrot Green,
Thin smudges of neglected dirty Yellow,
Peripheral paint lines of blazing Orange,
Encapsulating outlines of deathly Red,
Prompted by brilliant sunshine in cascading rain,
Sky patches of light blue,
Sun ball shining in full heat at boiling point,
Thin wisps of pale white cloud cover,
Dispersed in distant boundaries of the Sun,
Shriveled to an iota of their traditional attire,
Which is dark grey with blushes of black,
Now discharging rain in sunlight,
Forming a perfect VIBGYOR rainbow,
To the insurmountable delight of living organism,
Existing in spiceless moments of robotically worldly life.
558

INDEFATIGABLE NATURE
The white semi crescent luminates large in the sky,
Suspended in the jet black pool of atmosphere,
The starts glitter in unison,
As black wisps of clouds hang around.
Awesome masses of air blow gustily,
Bundles of molecules gasp collectively,
Stringent voices blow mightily,
As thunderous core of lechery comes pouring down.
Macro droplets of liquid break into frenzy,
Torrential rain cascades all over,
Drenching fresh granules of earth,
Softening parched rocks of violent composition,
Trespassing waywardly through molten fiascos of heat,
Harrowing the elixir of humanity,
Soothing the edifices of brutal racism,
Shattering glass panes of heinous felonies,
As I watch the proceedings in mute silence.
559

YOURS TRULY IN DIRT
Short stubs of sharp black hair,
Sprouting from skin pores of unshaven flesh,
Long hair with untrimmed side locks,
Bearing heaps of white dandruff powder,
Corn dried lips chapped at sides,
Nostrils emitting hardened mass of mucus,
Eardrums filled with coats of sordid yellow wax,
Streaks of dirt lining angular neck,
Pus cells activated in lower eye,
Broken eyebrows curled in disarray,
Uncut fingernails adhered to mud,
Armpits spreading undesirable stench,
White teeth pearls dulled to chocolate brown,
Scribbled writing on all quarters of palm,
Tightly fit bedraggled clothes,
With gaping holes in shirt and vest,
Ants gnawing at chunks of stuck honey,
On projecting wide shoulder bone,
Sports shoe lining coated with coal tar,
I moan in utter dismay and lost hope,
As I stare at my unwashed demeanor; my unpolished
body in the mirror.
560

ABBREVATIOUS BLOOD
The conspicuous blood drop of a wounded man,
Can never fill the brim of an eccentric CAN.
That molecule of indispensable thought,
Has occasionally brought misery; but broth.
When one roams in this dark world of massacre and pain,
He can conquer everything except mercenary gain.
And when comes the real violent flood,
It leaves behind thick greasy blood,
Thoroughly soaking the surface of parched earth,
To give a vindictive human race birth.
561

BIFURCATION OF THE CHARISMATIC
The elliptical glittering white nutrition,
With yellow sprawled on the inside,
The fragile adumbrate shell,
With flimsy blend of color and white,
Is the best I have ever known.
The ruffled feathered monster,
With its conspicuously red beak,
The protuberance of its chest,
With the cadence of the sung rhyme,
Is the best I have ever known.
The immaculate white pearl,
With glistening sheen of perpetual freedom,
Hovering on the tenterhooks of extinction,
With the splendour of someone possessed,
Is the best I have ever known.
The hazy ray of virgin moonlight,
With the sweltering heat suspended,
The languid chunks of green grass,
Cacophonic with insipid exhilaration,
Is the best I have ever known.
The sparkle of perennial molten liquid,
Forming crevices of incongruity,
The lustrous melancholy of tumbling water,
Drifting mankind onto precipices of jubilation,
Is the best I have ever known.
562

HAZARDS OF CIGARETTE SMOKING-POISONOUS
SMOKE
Jaded tobacco flakes in wrapped yellow candy paper,
White and appalling in visual imagery,
Dunloped to high degrees of compression,
Forming tetra inch sticks,
Of ashen grey crusty powder,
Thoroughly malnourished and stale,
A recipe for unending doomsday,
An aftermath of human greed,
Accentuating lecherous desires of eating smoke,
Bitter and contaminated ash,
Ignited by a host of sleazy gadgetry,
Wooden sticks of leaded match,
Producing derogatory clouds of white air,
Floating with fetid fragrance; low vitality,
With occasional buts of red coal falling down,
Diffusing into soft powder,
Carcinogenic to several glands of the living organism,
Chronologically spreading its ghastly effect,
To millions of mouths consuming it,
Chewing it; blowing it; relishing it,
Stitching webs of longevity forever,
Succumbing to something as inconsequential,
As a portable cylinder of pressed tobacco,
Withering mankind to caves of self destruction,
Rendering it the worst of its kind.
563

WHIRLPOOLS OF DESPONDENCE
My mental imagery fluctuates,
As beads of sweat drip down voraciously,
Spearheads of steel stab my skin,
Plucking away huge chunks of my pristine flesh,
Chopping the crux of zealous activity,
Plundering me with the waves of dormant ecstasy,
Admonishing the dexterous web of drudgery,
Impersonation tingling sensations of existence,
Scrapping my reflection from mother earth,
In permanent accordance with the Creator.
564

MY FATHER- DEFINITION OF CLASS
Grey bristles of pointed hair,
Ruddy complexioned facial aura,
Small beads of visual apparatus,
Shrewd silhouette of pink lips,
Portraying firm outlines of decision,
A glittering bunch of 32 teeth,
A long sprawled pungent nose; sensitive to minutest of
change,
An eye opening infectious smile,
Hands dangling from brave sockets,
Knotted fingers on the prowl,
With a heart pounding in cavities of innocence,
A coagulation of speedy catalysts,
Primitive bohemian feet clambering up walls of unfettered
triumph,
High pitched mental machinery,
Harnessing loads of talent,
Lurking in realms of faith in self,
Thoroughly greased to simplistic proportions,
A gift of precious inheritance,
Combined with onerous perspiration,
With unceasing steps towards overwhelming success,
A diligent disciple of the Almighty Lord,
With burning incense sticks of truth,
Nailed deep to his persona,
A blend of righteousness and dedicated humor,
Short stature compiled with euphoric honesty,
An idol of indigenous prosperity,
Having empathy and compassion to pain,
A gifted molecule of billions existing,
Is how I would like to describe my father.
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FODDER THROUGH RHYME
Stretching the tendons of my brain,
To ultimate realms of high strung imagination,
Flowing from deep recesses of throbbing heart,
And dreamy lips partially opened to light,
Embroidered with tunnels of abstract thoughts,
Spontaneous ideas on existing life,
Composed in a plethora of style and rhyme,
Absorbing loads of talent and dedicated time,
Spun meticulously with silent aggression,
Unfolding a saga of true emotions,
Portraying a moral and emphasizing love,
Great pains to deliver and derive,
An easy victim of sardonic ridicule,
A truncated version of written prose,
Elaborately expressed in a few lines,
Granting it the status of a glittering fable,
Entangling the mind in an ocean of words,
With equivalent use of punctuation marks,
An inborn skill in some,
Developed to dizzy heights with the passage of time,
A meager source of income in India,
While capturing mammoth audiences in foreign land,
A persevering route of earning fodder through rhyme,
Presented as a pearl of written composition,
Is what we mean by self composed poetry.
566

SOAPY SPRINGS FOR LUXURIOUS CLEANSING
The crystal maze of sparkling water,
Interwoven with threads of molecular attraction,
Adhering to peripheral blocks of scarlet plastic,
With off shooting molecules,
In angled semicircular configuration,
A boisterous echo of soapy texture,
Thoroughly spongy and elastic in dimension,
Bustling with insipidly feverish activity,
Diffusing into minuscule pearls of froth,
Clashing with robust excitement,
As I pour oblong vessels of water,
Drenching my mass of composite flesh,
Strands of curly hair,
With perennial gift of surplus liquid,
Blended with flamboyant antiseptic minerals,
Jutting from the dilapidated steel taps,
With surplus blotches of bronze,
Drawn from amazing depths of the earth’s belly,
Finally tumbles down in a united assemblage,
A carnival of frothy soapy spray,
A melodious gurgling spring of purity,
The finest form of luxurious cleansing,
Evacuating encrypted pores of blocked emotions; from
deep within hidden recesses of my body.
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JOURNEY THROUGH THE ATLANTIC
The vast swirl of Atlantic water,
Nefariously cold with tufts of ice,
Obdurate and strong with the passing of time,
A blend of fish and aquatic shrub,
Incorporating monstrous waves with frothy spray,
Chunks of dead timber drifting in bountiful quantity,
Encroached with currents of drifting seaweed,
Prompting the invincible fortress of inhabitation to waver,
Through lurking masses of undulating water,
Diffusing chains of liquid globules on its way,
Compressing galleries of fern and soft rock,
Crunching primitive icicles of molten snow,
Biting sharply into the vast assemblage of black water,
Piercing the aquatic ambience,
With high strung notes of the fog horn,
Clearing its way amidst heavy mists; and evading moon,
The Sun finally steams through the glass pane,
Ending the tyranny of the ruthless night,
I suddenly wake up with a startled look on my face,
Finding my way out through the furry delights of my cotton
quilty,
Rush across to the wire meshed stern,
My hair blowing wildly with the gusty wind,
Transfixing me into a mute personality,
In due admiration of the boundless ocean;
As the salty waves strike; break my celestial reverie.
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THE EXOTIC EFFECT OF AIR
The cool and stupendous effect the air has,
Can never be got by poisonous nerve gas.
The exotic effect of soft blue air,
Cane never be obtained by mechanized gear.
But O! when the air becomes black and swollen,
It yields riches like a dried pollen.
Its lost in its thoughts which never come true,
Due to the incessant quarrel between the two.
The air finally comes down on earth with great force,
To cover the distance of its natural course.
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ACTS OF COURAGE
He walked adroitly on tight strained cotton rope,
Tied at both ends to the tallest precipice of blood stained
rock.
He skydived into dark valleys of nothingness,
Without comfort parachutes buckled to rib cage
encompassing his body.
He swam incessantly for long days against chilly currents
of the Atlantic,
Had occasional meals of cold sea weed and salt water.
He drove his sports car through winding roads of the
mountain,
Applied bare minimum of brake; with mounting pressure
on the accelerator
He rode fearlessly on striped panther back,
Slept in the night on a bundle of hay with a family of wild
fox.
He consumed long shards of unpolished cut glass,
Cracked a joke a few seconds after relishing the ghastly
meal.
He plummeted infinite feet below into savage waters of the
river,
Pulled out trapped children from smashed interiors of the
dismantled bus.
He trespassed through steaming flames of city fire,
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Tried to evacuate people gasping for fresh draughts of
breath.
He resolved to climb Mount Everest on foot,
Confronted frozen winds and avalanches of ice on his
expedition to the top.
He always decided to attempt the virtually impossible,
To blend white clouds of the sky with earth,
And he knew he would succeed,
As with every step he took,
He was there with himself for his miracle rescue.
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THE BLUE OCEAN
The vast turbulent waters have a shade of cloud blue,
Possessing strong and high rising waves,
That gives a nice and hearty feeling,
And are unable to touch the highest nail on the ceiling.
The sky laughs at the waves,
Greets them with a lop-sided grin,
Advising them to keep fit and trim.
The advancing waters kiss the shore line,
They want to be near the sand,
To get far and distant from the obstreperous ferry band.
The waters move with the tune of the air,
Creating loud and stringent blares.
The sand seeps gallons of water at the shore,
Acting as a good and natural utility bore,
The colossal sea waters eventually evaporate into a dark
cloud,
That gives the sound of loud rumbling thunder,
Pelting down sheets of much awaited torrential rain,
To enrich and develop the oncoming food grain.
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MY COMPLAINT
My heart speaks in violent fury,
Raging over like wild white fire,
Ruling all emotions,
Holding the pointed time about,
O! I wished with all my energy for a gentle calm voice,
Neutralizing all my sorrow,
Wading past the tumultuous agony that besieges me,
Settling my cumbersome entity on mother earth.
An ardent desire pounding on it for years,
Crushed by the effervescence of fate,
Like a dicey off stand dance,
Glancing mockingly at effort,
Giving a thoroughly dull start,
To withstand truck loads of pain all throughout.
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PRELIMINARY INVESTIGATION
I silently eavesdrop on my mind,
Wading past a sea of darkness,
Across rash currents of mangled thoughts,
Trying to search for cryptic clues,
Breathing in domains of mystic behaviour,
Breeding in pools of trivial obsessions,
Bleeding at various sensitive junctions,
Weeping every unfolding second,
Proliferating in leaps and bounds; in changing color of the
light.
Obsessions they were with iterative hammering,
Struck firmly by 100 pounds of fresh iron,
Submerged in hot cream of fading luck,
Striking soft tissues enclosed in precious brain,
Weak and feeble to resist the mighty onslaught,
Disintegrating into crumbled imagination,
Whipping brutally inactivated zones of subconscious,
Causing downpour of torrential agony,
Cascade of non-existent thoughts,
Finally uprooting all the goodness that ever prevailed,
Mind you friends,
This was just a preliminary investigation,
As I stealthily eavesdropped on my brain.
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THE COLD BLOODED ROCK
The chain of black stretched all over,
The pointed surfaces; the leading of suicidal death,
The tedious climb encircled by emotionless faces,
All of which have a maniacal look,
Abraded exteriors of rock possess shining faces,
Spreading waves of savage delight and brutal splendour,
Trapping innocent prey in their vice like grip.
The air mightily pounds on its surface,
Removing small chunks of graphite powder,
Transporting loose pieces of stone down the valley,
Leaking inside the comfort houses of several ant and
white rabbit.
Hollow crevices in the rock are filled with crusty liquid,
Growing in stature by the advancing day,
Bubbling in nervous energy imparted by sheltered warmth,
At last gushing out in frenzy,
Forming volatile springs of boiling lava,
Assassinating possible signs of life in several kilometers of
vicinity.
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IMAGINATION
The string of vivid imagination goes deep,
Flooding the path to a loosened character,
When I pluck it; it gives a shrill resounding noise,
Leading to the mystic cavity of an unruly conscience,
Putting me in a dread.
Those particles of audible sun light filter a way,
Through the tiny blackness inside my mind,
Biting and nibbling the inner elastic heart,
Falling freely like pointed black darts,
Aiming sharply at the sensitive organs,
Nothing more than an inconsequential brawl.
The string finally breaks with a painstaking gasp,
I find myself so empty,
With nothing to ponder on,
Except that crimson blazing light,
Dark tunnels of life then emanate a hearty chuckle,
And leave all those who are bald and shivering with non-
existent fear.
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AMBULANCE
Wailing sirens echo through the air,
Red rooftop lights flash violently,
A big plus sign is stuck to all its doors,
Metal stretchers adorn the interiors,
Oxygen masks hang from plastic chords,
Along with Megan bottles filled with glucose liquid,
Antiseptic stench spreads all over,
Streaks of blood smudge windows,
Bundles of cotton bandages lay in a heap,
Modern computer displays throbbing heart; blood
pressure..etc.,
Walkie-talkie antennas sway in animation,
Plastic face masks are strapped for medical inspection,
Power horns blare incessantly,
The speedometer barks escalating speeds,
Acknowledging bystanders shift away,
Portable refrigerator carries patient food,
Consisting of capsule; injection; pacifying ointment; and
mineral water,
Patient groans inundate plush interiors,
Wounded and stabbed at umpteenth places,
Dislocated bones and fight for breath,
Head lying in gory pools of blood,
With nostalgic memories of close kin,
And an overwhelming desire to survive like never before,
As the 10 seater ambulance urgently surges forward
through crowded roads of the city.
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KING CACTUS
Parrot green buds of thorn,
Camouflaged in multiple coats of sand,
Having entangled roots in a sheath of loose soil,
Sighted in abundance on colossal plains of parched land,
Required crystal water in paltry amounts,
Thriving in blazing rays of the fiery Sun ball,
Swaying mildly in the rustic dry breeze,
Resistant to termite and large insects,
A specimen of sharp and flexible tentacles,
Spreading its parasitic reach to milligram amounts of
starved sand,
Giving birth to flowers after short spells of rain,
Oozing bitter springs of milk when sliced with knife,
Accustomed to soaring heights of mercury all throughout
centuries of the calendar year,
Baked to brittle proportions in oceans of acid light,
a relishing meal for hunch backed camel wandering at
leisurely speed,
It has hidden cavities of water in raw pulp shells,
Also the tenacity to wound its prey with a labyrinth of
acrimonious sprouts,
A perfect antonym to lush green grass,
Inhabiting umpteenth spots of infertile land,
The King Cactus stands tall and solitary in steaming sand
of the Sahara Desert.
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HANDKERCHIEF
I wound it tightly into oblong ball of soft cushion,
Tossed it high in pools of humid air to play with it.
I tied it on forked branch of the conical tree,
Prayed for unsurpassable wishes to come true.
I pressed it firmly to stop the oozing of blood,
Reinforced it with several of its kind after witnessing its
power.
I curled it completely engulfing my slender wrist,
Got ready to face my opponent in the boxing ring.
I painted it dark with streaks of striped violet,
Hung it on the wall adding shades of versatility to the dull
ambience of the room.
I used to wipe gallons of sweat dripping down my neck,
Drenched it with ice water generating waves of frozen
excitement.
I threw it in a pond of water; coating it with lots of glue,
Withdrew if after few minutes with a cluster of small fish
sticking firmly.
I draped it round my neck in biting winds of winter,
Marched pompously through the streets in cozy comforts
of my inexpensive scarf.
I soaked it in a concoction of cologne and strong scent,
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Revitalized dead nerve cells by its magical caress.
I blew my nose with rapid spurts of energy,
Didn’t care a damn as long as I had the company of my
large red handkerchief.
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HOUSE BOAT
The straw brimmed hat bobbed on the surface of the sea,
Sleek motorboats churned through white froth of water,
Pearly white shark glided harmlessly beneath a plethora of
marine shrub,
The sun blazed violently from behind dirty grey cloud
covers,
Strong pouches of wind caused the waves to rise sky high,
Thereby toppling the hat into deep territories of the
emerald green ocean.
High powered torch beams cut tranquil stillness of the
night,
The huge mast danced tantalizingly in the breeze,
Large walls of timber were coated with wax paint,
Conical rooms were fitted with paraffin lamp,
There were a battalion of mice on the kitchen floor,
Pungent aroma of maize whisky floated in the air,
A pandemonium of voices rose in chorused unison,
Crackling fires burnt on the broad steel deck,
Menacing octopus roasted on barbecue grills,
Blasting tunes diffused from the programmed loudspeaker,
Gentle silver light of the moon engulfed their bodies,
Big drops of the salt and mineral struck them in frenzy,
The gypsies were having the time of their lives,
With several hours left before the next brilliant dawn,
And a host of sea flood bubbling in red hot steam of the
oven,
As the two storied house boat gathered spurts of speed,
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Galloping towards realms of the distantly stretched black
horizon.
582

HABITS
The crimson grey clouds have an obsessive habit to cry;
inundate barren regions of earth with surplus amount of
fresh water,
The washerman has a stringent habit of washing blotted
cloth; scraping tons of dirt with adroit strokes of the
wooden batten,
The city traffic police have an impulsive habit of waving
their sticks; cant help but do so; even when in realms of
deep sleep,
The soil has a bountiful habit of giving birth to blades of
wild grass; when fed with paltry amounts of achromatic
water.
The sheep on mountains have a routine habit of walking in
clusters,
Weave their way through interspersed regions of the
jungle leaning on one another,
The birds in the sky have extravagant habits of chirping
incessantly; convey the innermost of their feelings via this
medium of coherent music,
The saline waters of the sea are prone to habits of
crashing against chains of rock; falling with a loud thud on
the shore when imparted turbulence by the moon,
The milkman has an infuriating habit of delivering milk in
wee hours of the morning; waking people up from domains
of celestial sleep,
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The dog has a noninvasive habit of barking vociferously at
strangers; wagging its tail when jubilant; in cris-cross
fashions thereby dismantling the harmony of air,
The venomous snake has lethal habits of consuming baby
milk; injects its poison while relishing the same with
slender tongue,
Politicians worldwide have chivalrous habits of making
promises; fail to deliver the same when floating high in
webs of corruption,
Striped lizards have defensive habits of squirting blood
when attacked; change their color with nonchalant ease to
strangulate unsuspecting prey,
I had an unrelenting habit of running till I found paradise
on earth; bathe under the crystal springs of mesmerizing
nature; live in transcendental oblivion sheltered from
pragmatic realities of life.
584

IF THE WORLD WERE UPSIDE DOWN
If gigantic silhouette of the peepal tree was rotated upside
down,
Countless fibers of moistened roots would shiver in the
wind,
Leafy branches of lush green foliage would be buried deep
beneath the ground,
With a host of animals living in proximity with the earth.
If the dexterously sculptured flower vase was kept upside
down,
Soiled extracts of plant water would leak out in ecstatic
frenzy.
If conical tapered blocks of the mountain were inverted
upside down,
The slender nose tip would refrain to bear the onerous
load of the Herculean hillock,
And the formidable structure would collapse like a soft
pack of playing cards.
If the glass facaded bungalow was revolved upside down;
heaps of furniture would tumble down with a sigh; water
oozing from infinite cavities of the shower would try and
kiss the sky.
If princely cars traverse through rough carpets of road
upside down; occupants would solely relinquish ideas of
inhabiting them,
Chrome topped assembly of roof would screech in high
pitched tunes of discordance.
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If the colossal brick structure of the clock tower was
placed upside down,
There would be inevitable confusions of time,
With people having to perspire all night and sleep with a
perpetual bliss all sunlit day.
If humans trespassed upside down on the surface of
obdurate ground,
They would be I intimate contacts with slithering snake
and ant,
Growing bald every minute with glistening scalps,
With their legs oblivious to the art of walking,
Baking like unconsummated cakes in harsh rays of the
Sun.
586

THE HYPOCHONDRIAC
He felt as if the solid roof of his house would abruptly
collapse,
Burying him beneath a conglomerate of cement and bare
brick.
He felt as if someone was following him in the darkened
ambience of the night,
Would stab him with unrelenting strokes of switchblade
knife.
He felt as if he would drown in shallow waters of the pool,
If he ever ventured to take a plunge and swim.
He felt as if there were wailing monsters descending from
the sky,
Ready to rip apart precious chunks from his anatomy.
He felt as if the food he ate had traces of lethal venom,
Vomited his bowels clean prior to gulping even a morsel of
food.
He felt as if the glass would shatter into infinite splinters,
The moment he caressed it with silken smooth fingers.
He felt he was brutally contaminated and impious,
The instant he touched the silver door knob obscured by
minute linings of dust powder.
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He felt as if human blood would trickle instead of mineral
water,
If he stood under the protuberant nozzles of the bathroom
shower.
He felt as if brittle tip of the pen would break,
Gallons of ink flow rampantly; the second he flexed his
fingers to scribble.
He felt as if the liquid he consumed would strangulate his
throat vein,
Suffocating intricate pipes leading to his brain.
He felt as if the soil would sink him in its colossal lap,
If he dared stepping on barren pinches of clay mud.
He felt as if a cluster of scorpion would pop out from his
mouth,
The instant he hoisted his jaw to speak.
He felt sick; encompassed with intimidating bouts of fever;
when his body felt a trifle warm after basking in sunlit rays.
He knew he was dying a ghastly death every unleashing
minute of life,
Confronted with ludicrous ridicule from the society,
There were several of his kind spending their entire lives
in cloistered rebuke,
With every filtering beam of dawn looming large as
shivering night,
C’mon friends lets do the best we possibly can to help the
HYPOCHODRIAC.
588

NOODLES
When I caressed barren regions of my flesh with furry
noodles of wool,
Nimble hair stuck to skin stood up in animation; as I broke
into volleys of irresistible laughter.
As I kneaded long noodles of raw paper pulp;
There was a conglomerate of reddish white wax formed;
and a heavenly fragrance of garnished paper tickled
moistened hair in my nostril.
When I gulped compact noodles of gelatin capsule,
The magical powder spread parasitically through infinite
veins,
Rendering me with bleak rays of hope; as I relinquished
gruesome pain.
When I swung vociferously on noodles of thickly knotted
thread,
Poignant missiles of air colliding with my body through the
interstitched holes,
There were languid feelings enveloping bountiful layers of
my persona,
Prompting me to shut my eyes tightly and sleep.
As I smeared supple regions of my skin with
unsymmetrical noodles of virgin clay,
Washed my body in the holy waters of the Ganges,
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The natural antiseptic displayed spectacular ramifications;
transforming morbid exteriors of my demeanor into a
brilliant sparkling white.
When I consumed spongy noodles blended with bulky
extracts of spice,
Drank gallons of golden beer causing them to drown,
I fell down with indispensable thuds on the king poster
bed; envisaging tall mountains with silver peaks; in my
everlasting slumber.
When I felt agonizing noodles of her precious tears dribble
down my neck,
I wiped them thoroughly with my tender lips,
Obliterated her from blasphemous sectors of the world,
Reinforcing her eyes with the passionate tenacity of my
love.
590

I’VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH YOU ICE-CREAM
I loved the astounding ounces of reinvigoration that you
perpetuated
wherever you went; even as the globe grew stale in
disdainful robotic
work,
I loved the way you tantalized every mortal around you- as
every
globule from your body sensuously dissipated into barren
patches of
mud,
I loved the way you were served in the most glitteringly
embellished
platter- so that every meal finished with an uninhibitedly
contented
smile,
I loved the way you caressed me with your unflinching
softness- making
me feel like I was galloping through fields of spell-bindingly
electrifying Sunshine,
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I loved the way you euphorically charmed humans of
every religion;
caste; creed; tribe and color- with the effervescence that
wafted
from your diminutive form,
I loved the way you announced your delectably
curvaceous and colorful
presence- as hordes of people left what was thwarting
them- and rushed
to devour mouthfuls of your ecstatic grace,
I loved the way you evoked so much reaction without
uttering a word-
as almost everyone had something to appreciate about
you- be it your
color, form, odor, freshness, poignancy or unparalleled
taste,
I loved the way you brought about that quintessential zeal
in all
those lives; miserably lamenting without reason or rhyme-
pepped up
the ambience with sparks of revitalizing newness,
I loved the way you quelled volcanic body heat like a
magicians wand-
even as man-made discrepancies permeated the
atmosphere around with
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poisonous smoke and fumes,
I loved the way you ignited those whirlpools of uncanny
excitement
around you- becoming a chilled centerpiece of exhilaration
on that
extremely warm summer afternoon,
I loved the way you innocently nestled in the palm- so soft;
so
tender; so immaculately princely- drawing hordes of
cheers as one
sighted even an inconspicuous trifle of you,
I loved the compassionately triumphant warmth that you
generated in
everyone who consumed you- being frozen yourself;
without any respite
and to the core,
I loved the way you united haplessly estranged lovers into
bonds of
endearing friendship- as they resolved all disputes; buried
past
differences—whilst clasping you with one hand each,
I loved the way you disseminated the message of
universal brotherhood-
with people from all parts of the globe; unhesitatingly
ready to
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mingle in groups to have a slice of your dazzling ice,
I loved the way you were used to celebrate occasions
solemnizing love
– when marriage was proposed with a ring in one hand
and the other
offering your silken grace of impeccable unity,
I loved the way you held your own inimitable identity- even
when
blended with myriad concoctions; cakes; eateries; syrups
and what
not’s- with mortals distinguishing you instantly from the
assortment;
as you astoundingly chilled,
I loved the way you effortlessly glided your way to your
destination-
when sadly and rarely there weren’t any takers- melting
into absolute
submission under golden rays of the mid-day Sun,
I loved the way you retained your rudimentary essence for
all humans
to savor- remaining the most kingly eating constituent of
their meals-
even as the space-cyber age hurled one ingenious
innovation over
another,
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O! Yes, I’ve definitely fallen in love with you- my
scrumptiously
enchanting and unabashed “Ice-Cream”
595

My Darling Unfettered Umbrella
It made spell bindingly intriguing shapes in construction
sand; as I thrust its tip with the most nonchalantly
uninhibited ease and without giving a damn,
It brought about unabashed laughter when tickled with in
the ribs; proving an astoundingly great and cost-free
playmate to relish life,
It helped me draw wondrously enamoring designs in
loosened clay; as I swished its tip with perseveringly
passionate tenacity to reach my
imaginative direction,
It pummeled incongruously delectable holes in the wall;
when sagaciously used to reach the other side of the
room; when every other
alternative had failed,
It proved a quintessential humane tool for self-defense; as
merely raising its awkwardly gaunt persona towards an
impersonator; made him
retract right back to the entrance gate,
It made an excellently formidable walking stick; with a
resolute grip on stony ground and compassionately
fondling the palms with its
bountifully semi-circular end,
It acted as an enchantingly philanthropic pulley in times of
duress; when I offered its tapered tip to people stuck in the
flood; that helped me hoist them to safe places of comfort,
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It made one of my most flexibly rejoicing bats; as I used its
neatly serrated body to bludgeon the ball flying towards
me; to high and handsome outside the rickety fence,
It appeared as a wand of practicality in my hands; starkly
proclaiming that I’d like to mind my own business and
expect the same from others; wherever I went,
It made me feel at my youthfully effervescent best; as I
tapped it on cold floor- to the passionately unhindered
tunes of the loudspeaker on the bustling street,
It acted as a rhapsodically make-shift broomstick at times;
clearing unsolicited garbage that spontaneously appeared
in the way; swishing left and right with all its might on
sordid road,
It acted as a magnanimously enthralling storage pouch; as
I kept all sorts of meaningful tid-bits and coins in its inner
recesses; emptying the same wholesomely only after
reaching the safe environs of home,
It served as a mesmerizing respite against mosquito bite;
as one used its somberly protruding tip to scratch;
alleviate the pang of rash after the obnoxious sting,
It proved an impeccably honest shoulder to lean upon;
share; cuddle; caress and clasp- without expecting the
tiniest from me in return; as the world outside suddenly
turned deaf to what I said,
It gave me a feeling that I was holding an unparalleled
winners trophy at times; as I nimbly tread my way to the
train holding it invincibly against my chest,
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It gave me a feeling of sparkling newness as I trawled my
fingers through its scintillatingly shiny spokes; which jutted
out in synchronized tandem to define its ebullient outlines,
It was so compassionately adjustable; as it shrunk to
almost a quarter of its size when I closed it; at times even
to less than my little thumb to accommodate like a toy in
my pocket,
It snugly hung in almost every corner and wall nail when
the time came to retire for the day; reminding me of the
optimistic fervor that I needed to start a freshly flamboyant
dawn,
But I liked it the most when my unfettered Umbrella
opened full bloom at the punch of a button; unfurling the
colors of joy of my impoverished existence; and
sequestering me from the acrimonious afternoon heat just
like a new born child.
598

School Bag
They uninhibitedly abused me in their own innocently
gathered slangs; terming me an unnecessarily bulky
mountain of nothingness,
They scorned at me like I was a piece of rotten charcoal;
nonchalantly dismissing me away from their rhapsodic
activities for the day,
They told me I was good for nothing but presumptuously
preaching them; when they wanted to frolic and play in
their mortal capacities,
They admonished me for being a laggard; sauntering at a
pace slower than dead stone; at times even seeming like a
gargantuan unmovable boulder to their delicate palms,
They indignantly kicked me out of the way; as I appeared
a jocular misfit amidst their row, shelf, floor and tub of
surreal dolls and majestic toys,
They had the time of the life trying to snap me in entirety
from my seams; stealthily poking me with that mischievous
scissor using all their might; before mummy had a chance
to stringently intervene,
They disdainfully stood over me using me as a perfect
bridge; to form a perfect circle with their joyously
unfettered hands; hands intertwined in innocuous hands,
They rebelliously dumped stale leftovers of their food;
socks; chewing gum; clay; into my forlorn interiors- just to
teach me a lesson for burdening their shoulders; on which
they wanted to carry their favorite chocolate,
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They mockingly used me with gay abandon to scratch
wherever they wanted; which gave them that
quintessential wave of relief as well as saved their tiny
hands the bother,
They impudently held me in their nimble hands criss-
crossed in absence of their plastic swords; and flung me
with great fervor to see who won in their game of the
musketeers,
They taunted me in the most sardonic of their tones for
seeming like a piece of junk; whose resting place was
infact the dumpyard instead of the delectably cozy realms
of their compassionate abode,
They advised me like an adult to find a worthwhile job and
be constructively engaged; rather than whiling away my
time nagging their inimitably fragrant childhood,
They considered me as the most abominable outsider;
shutting me tight into their cupboards as they discussed
their secrets and intrepid plans to be consolidated into
action soon,
They had me shred into smithereens of insipidness at the
tiniest of opportunity; hurling me to the hungry vultures in
their backyards to disintegrate and devour,
They vowed not to talk to those who gave me as a Happy
Birthday present to them; as they’d rather go without a gift-
than involve themselves into the practicality of life with me
by their side,
They slapped me most impeccably as only they could do;
venting their entire fury on me as a mute spectator;
whenever reprimanded by their parents for not doing
home-work,
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They used me as a perfect punching bag; boxing into my
countenance with their uninhibitedly raw palms- emulating
their favorite Boxing stars preparing for the big Wrestling
day,
Yet. And ironically Yet. The same kids tossed me gleefully
the next morning upon their pristine shoulders; marched
with unfettered abandon towards their school- hugging me
like I was a prince,
No. Incase you assumed that I was something of a royal
charmer, let me assure you I wasn’t any of that. But I was
what you mortals might’ve addressed as “ SCHOOL BAG”
as you grew up by the grace of the Almighty Lord.
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