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
This enigmatic collection of poems explores and equates the boundless
possibilities of life and death and delves into each intricate inexplicability of
survival. Parekh's roving philosophical eye brings the unconquerable richness of
life to the fore and yet at the same time explicitly highlights the veracity of 'death'
as the absolute certainty of every existence. The poet joyously celebrates the
occasions of both life and death with equal panache in each poetic stanza sewn
with the uncanny mysteries of this Universe. The poems within immortalize both
life and death as the ultimate victories and the two most contrastingly amazing
and divine sides of creation. Catapulting the reader to the threshold of ultimate
ecstasy; they bring about an impromptu twist with the closure of breath and what
lies beyond. This charismatically woven collection of poetic verse would equally
enamor the narcissist as well as the simple humanitarian to the core.
This book is a humble attempt to enlighten the readers with the equality of life
and death--and to live in both of them to the most unparalleled fullest. Embracing
only the religion of humanity, as the Lord has commanded every living being on
earth. You cant die in life and cant live in death--each of these components are
irrefutably equal in every respect and should be worshipped with due obeisance.
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The Poems
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ITS UPTO YOU
Life is an ocean of ravishing enthrallment;
culminating into untamed excitement as each second
unfurled itself magnificently,
Its upto you; whether you relish swimming in it; or
drown yourself deliberately to blend with the;
uncouthly hard bed of disgruntled rocks…
Life is a garden of mesmerizing roses; blossoming into
the scent of united harmony; as the Sun filtered
royally through the skies,
Its upto you; whether you surreally philander in its
stupendous fragrance; or complain about pertinent
insects; hovering around its petals…
Life is an unrelenting fantasy; that majestically
explored and discovered an unfathomable myriad of
poignant emotions in its way,
Its upto you; whether you fantastically dreamt it each
instant as you tread on soil; or baselessly wailed
about the ominous tinges of black; it enveloped you
with; every now and again…
Life is a gorgeously tantalizing mist; seducing the
planet every second in its everlastingly pungent
swirl,
Its upto you; whether you relentlessly romanced it; or
nonchalantly mourned about the enigmatically hazy fog;
that enshrouded the whites of your eye….
Life is a mountain of invincible strength; defending
the most acrimoniously treacherous of obstacles with
its sacredly Omnipotent grace,
Its upto you; whether you adventurously clambered it
to achieve your ultimate conquests; or got
pathetically intimidated; retreating beyond your
shell; witnessing its peaks….
Life is a fabulous waterfall of irrefutable humanity;
ubiquitously disseminating the essence of equality at
every turn you took,
Its upto you; whether you embraced it euphorically in
mind; body and spirit; or kept manipulatively
measuring the vagaries of conflicting religion; for
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the remainder of your lifetime…
Life is a beehive of gloriously golden honey;
diffusing its magical sweetness in every direction
empathy prevailed; and the winds of heartfelt honest
led,
Its upto you; whether you blended yourself with the
unbelievably handsome charm; or despicably camouflaged
your nose; in fear of getting stung by the
boisterously buzzing bees….
Life is a fathomlessly opulent treasure house of
versatility; harboring an incomprehensible repertoire
of poignant shades and color; in its impeccable belly,
Its upto you; whether you replenish your souls with
its marvelous charisma; or get ludicrously outnumbered
by the unfathomable depth it inherently possessed…
Life is an Omnipresent island of worship; comforting
all those waveringly distraught; with compassionate
winds of exhilarated warmth,
Its upto you; whether you seek immortal refuge in its
divine palms; or disgruntlingly fret and fume; about
its philosophies being agnostic and horrendously
incorrect…
Life is an incredulously ingratiating milestone of
prosperity; bequeathing upon one and all the spirit to
rise up to their flurry of philanthropically
benevolent dreams,
Its upto you; whether you wholesomely coalesce with
its rhythmically handsome tunes; or pathetically cry
about the inevitable hurdles that harmlessly came in
between…
And life is an everlasting rain of love and happiness;
blooming into countless new; in every corner of this
earth that it astonishingly sprinkled its magnetic
caress,
Its upto you; whether you let it ebulliently descend
down your impoverished countenance; or tirelessly
complained about its infinitesimal wetness; and
devastated your entity to cacophonic ash; even before
it was born…
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IF I WERE AN IMMORTAL HEARTBEAT
If I were a formidable mountain; towering way above
the clouds with my wonderfully enigmatic peaks,
The first thing that I would have done; was to stand
like an invincible wall; for all my comrades
shivering in despicably inexplicable pain….
If I were a turbulently cascading waterfall;
culminating into a blanket of mesmerizing froth after
clashing against the festoon of piquantly shimmering
rocks,
The first thing that I would have done; was to pacify
the insatiable agony of the uncouthly blistering
deserts; enveloping pathetically aggrieved entities in
my rejuvenating swirl….
If I were ravishingly charismatic pearl; diffusing
into a cloudburst of Omnipotent shine; even in the
most acrimoniously ghastly night,
The first thing that I would have done; was to
profoundly illuminate the lives of all orphans
submerged in a dungeon of despair; enlighten their
innocently dreary eyes with my perennial glow…
If I were lethally terrorizing bullet; pulverizing
everything to inconspicuous ash; the instant somebody
released the trigger,
The first thing that I would have done; was to
decimate even the most diminutive trace of evil from
the trajectory of this earth; ensuring that it
breathed an air of holistic freedom; an air without
disgustingly corrupt malice…
If I were a seductively alluring shadow; magnetically
extending my caress to the most fantastically
panoramic places; far and wide,
The first thing that I would have done; was to
encompass all those tyrannically intimidated and
enslaved; in the ingratiatingly welcome shelter; that
lay embedded in my heavenly arms….
If I were a robustly eternal fruit; blooming into a
fountain of sparkling health; as every minute
tantalizingly unfurled,
The first thing that I would have done; was to appease
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the bizarrely disastrous hunger; of all those
innocuously philanthropic; tottering towards the brink
of horrifically ruthless extinction.…
If I were the richest man on this Universe; with my
treasury perpetually overflowing with more wealth;
than what the entire planet could ever perceive,
The first thing that I would have done; was to scrap
even the most infinitesimal speck of poverty from
impoverished soil; ensuring that the strong and weak;
existed in threads of irrefutable equality; alike…
If I were a hive enshrouded with sacredly oozing
honey; melodiously spawning into a cloud of
astoundingly benevolent newness; as resplendently
milky moonlight fell celestially from the skies,
The first thing that I would have done; was to deluge
every prejudiced life with stupendously uniting
harmony; substituting each cold-blooded wound; with a
gloriously enchanting fortress of mystical romance…
And if I were an immortal heartbeat; existing since
countless births in waves of insatiably impregnable
passion,
The first thing that I would have done; was to grant
every devastatingly bereaved heart the ultimate wish
of its survival; witnessing it blossom into
unconquerable happiness; as I granted it the
blissfully lost love of its life….
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LEAVE ME ALONE…
Leave me alone; to battle my loneliness till the time
I emerged irrevocably triumphant; sprinted forward in
untamed exhilaration to bask in the full fervor of
life,
Leave me alone; to experience each unfurling moment as
it painstakingly unveiled; retrospect my cherished
moments of the past; when I innocuously bounced on the
sacrosanct lap of my mother,
Leave me alone; to uninhibitedly free each of my
despairingly frazzled senses; incessantly fantasize in
the aisles of augmenting desire; yearning for all the
bountifully ravishing beauty on this planet,
Leave me alone; to do what I was stupendously best in;
pave a blazing path of my own; far away from the
interruptions of the monotonously lackadaisical
society,
Leave me alone; to explore the more intricate nuances
of life; frolick with orphaned children through the
mushy meadows; bringing back a smile to their
impoverished lives,
Leave me alone; to express the most inner most voices
of my conscience; indefatigably meditate to search for
that righteousness that had so miserably eluded me all
my life,
Leave me alone; to wholeheartedly embrace my fellow
comrades in inexplicable agony; philander with
whomsoever I desired; irrespective of caste; creed and
indiscriminate racial malice,
Leave me alone; to fanatically pursue the art
profusely embodied in my blood; intransigently
drowning myself into an ocean of unfathomable
enthrallment,
Leave me alone; to wander like a prince under the
milky beams of moonlight; languidly doze dreaming
about paradise in profoundly sweltering sunshine that
illuminated the day,
Leave me alone; to passionately follow the holistic
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ideals of humanity; wholesomely freeing myself from
the tyrannically dictatorial norms of the spurious
world outside,
Leave me alone; to elope to the astronomical summits
of longing whenever I liked; then crawl back lamely on
mundane soil for hours immemorial,
Leave me alone; to construct my dwelling in the most
exact way I liked; stuffing each of its walls with the
spirit of unprecedented brotherhood and harmony;
alike,
Leave me alone; to vivaciously evolve every unearthing
second; create incredulously magnificent wonders; from
the esoterically enigmatic imagery that turbulently
revolved in my mind,
Leave me alone; to dance with the voluptuously divine
angel of my dreams; eternalize my every blossoming
tomorrow with the poignantly charismatic empathy; in
my mates eyes,
Leave me alone; to melodiously sing the rhymes of
vibrantly flowering nature; be profoundly mesmerized
by the chirping of the nightingale; the roaring of the
royal lion; alike,
Leave me alone; to perpetually inscribe in my soul the
names that I profusely cherished; ubiquitously
disseminate the message of immortal peace and
solidarity; to every parasite sucking innocent blood
outside,
Leave me alone; to pen down countless lines of
philanthropic literature in a single day; incorrigibly
blend with the tunes that flowed from each of my
senses; for infinite more births yet to come,
Leave me alone; to forever bond with the love of my
life; breaking free from the satanically hostile
chains of contemporary tradition and bombastic
imprisonment,
Leave me alone; to romance; to dream; to share; to
imbibe; more importantly to live life the way I wanted
it to unfold; the way God had made me and beautifully
endowed me to be….
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PENALIZING HELL
When the impeccable infant spread its arms towards the
heavens; it was blessed with; overwhelming happiness
and unprejudiced innocence,
When the scorching deserts spread their arms towards
the heavens; they were blessed with; ravishing
tumblers of bountifully fragrant water,
When the withering flower spread its arms towards the
heavens; it was blessed with an astounding battalion
of stupendously redolent petals,
When the dilapidated castle spread its arms towards
the heavens; it was blessed with; insurmountable
grandiloquence and its lost crown prince,
When the philanthropists spread their arms towards the
heavens; they were blessed with; the astronomical
tenacity to alleviate impoverished mankind,
When the disastrously parched lips spread their arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; an
enchantingly everlasting smile,
When the horrendously blind spread their arms towards
the heavens; they were blessed with; an Omnipotent
vision to sight beyond ordinary human kind,
When the massacred mountains spread their arms towards
the heavens; they were blessed with; an invincibly
towering summit; shimmering majestically in all
seasons and light,
When the trembling spider spread its arms towards the
heavens; it was blessed with; unprecedentedly long
strands of silken web; for it to rejoice till
indefatigable times,
When the brutally pulverized ant raised its arms
towards the heavens; it was blessed with; formidable
strength and a celestial dwelling to survive with
infinite more its kind,
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When the treacherously imprisoned birds raised their
arms towards the heavens; they were blessed with;
countless more wings to fly; soar unitedly in free
space; till times beyond pragmatic life,
When childless couples raised their arms towards the
heavens; they were blessed with; the most
magnificently royal impression of their kind; an
astounding replica of their blood; an fascinating
evolution of their kind,
When the ruthlessly fractured bones raised their arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; Herculean
power to confront any evil that confronted them in
their way; a harmoniously coalesced framework to march
towards revered righteousness,
When the horrifically barren farms spread their arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; divinely
blooming crop; marvelously pacifying the hunger of;
those weeping towards extinction,
When the tyrannically tortured slave spread its arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; the
spirit of perpetually celestial freedom; granting it
glorious reprieve from the hands of its barbaric
master,
When the wounded soldier spread his arms towards the
heavens; he was blessed with; unfathomable resilience
to fight for his motherland; disseminate the Godly
spirit of humanity; in every frantically fighting
religion; alike,
When the devastatingly crippled spread their arms
towards the heavens; they were blessed with; supremely
gratifying attributes of life; bonding them with their
ultimate mission of existence,
When the overwhelmingly famished heart spread its arms
towards the heavens; it was blessed with; immortal
oceans of love; propelling it to exist for infinite
more births to come,
And when the uncouthly murderous devil spread his arms
towards the heaven; he was blessed with; only the land
of hell; hell; and penalizing HELL…..
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DIFFUSING…
Diffusing into froth; was the marvelously swirling
ocean; glistening royally under flamboyant rays of the
dynamic Sun,
Diffusing into triumph; was the astronomical summit of
the towering mountain; majestically kissing the satiny
conglomerate of mystical clouds,
Diffusing into melody; was the unfathomably enigmatic
and boisterously chirping nightingale,
Diffusing into rejuvenation; was the unsurpassable
battalion of ravishing tea leaves; enveloping your
every morning with an enthralling smile,
Diffusing into diabolism; was the horrendously
conquering Dinosaur; pulverizing countless innocent in
its ominously hideous swirl,
Diffusing into resplendence; was the magnificently
shimmering rainbow; culminating into a bountiful
spectrum of astounding color and charm,
Diffusing into mischief; was the flirtatiously
philandering chimpanzee; gallivanting romantically
through an ebullient network of branches and
stupendous foliage,
Diffusing into fragrance; was the gorgeously crimson
rose; voluptuously scintillating under the seductive
blanket of euphoric dewdrops,
Diffusing into boisterousness; was the delectably
buzzing humming bee; evolving tons of incredulously
glowing honey; by the rapidly unfurling minute,
Diffusing into enchantment; was the tantalizingly
sprouting meadow; blooming with rambunctious
grasshoppers as rain pelted tumultuously from colossal
sky,
Diffusing into breeze; were the exuberantly bustling
leaves; mystically rustling as marvelous moonshine;
took a wholesome stranglehold of daylight,
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Diffusing into magnificence; was the immaculately
shimmering pearl; bouncing in rhapsodic delight; as it
popped out from the body of slimy oyster,
Diffusing into lechery; was the coldblooded criminal;
nefariously sucking happiness from the society; to
inundate his pockets with spuriously glittering gold
and silver,
Diffusing into perspiration; was the overwhelmingly
exhausted body; staggering towards its destination
under the insurmountably blazing Sun,
Diffusing into intrigue; was the unsurpassably
enigmatic mind; delving into stupendously fantastic
territories of the unknown; where no power on earth
could dare to tread,
Diffusing into juice; was the succulently alluring
fruit; unbelievably pacifying the pangs of agonizing
gluttony in your tender stomach,
Diffusing into tingling; was the harmoniously clanging
bell; deluging the atmosphere with beats of
fascinating enchantment,
Diffusing into comfort; was the opulently luxurious
mattress of impeccable silk; transforming you into a
celestial fantasy; which lasted till times beyond
eternity,
Diffusing into charisma; was the voluptuously floating
fairy; profusely drowning into a land of unprecedented
glory and excitement,
Diffusing into dust; was the boundlessly sweltering
desert; acrimoniously scorching and fretting; under
murderous fireballs of gigantic heat,
Diffusing into pandemonium; was the horrendously
amalgamated mob; disgustingly trying to pervade
through the blanket of peace and divinely bliss,
Diffusing into timelessness; was the perpetual essence
of sharing; ubiquitously disseminating the religion of
sacrosanct brotherhood through all quarters of this
incomprehensible planet,
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Diffusing into deceit; was the perilously titillating
mirage; fatiguing you to a point beyond death; as you
relentlessly chased its furtively ravishing persona,
Diffusing into articulation; was the rhetorically
escalating voice; explicitly divulging the most
inherent desires of the righteous conscience,
Diffusing into blood; were the fathomless network of
veins; spraying a fountain of crimson liquid; when
traumatically infiltrated by the ghastly thorn,
Diffusing into saliva; was the perennially chattering
rosy tongue; culminating into ecstatic joy; at
witnessing the appetizing meals of its choice,
Diffusing into insanity; was the uncouthly tyrannized
madman; loitering aimlessly on the impoverished
streets; being ruthlessly kicked at all quarters of
the treacherous society,
Diffusing into animosity; was the invidiously
sprawling cactus; hideously piercing through innocuous
flesh; as they tried to get too friendly for its own
comfort,
Diffusing into innocence; was the newly born infant;
incarcerating even the most remotely alien of
personalities; in the aura of its untainted childhood,
Diffusing into patriotism; was the handsomely
belligerent soldier; unflinchingly marching forward
for saving his motherland; with the fire of freedom
blazing intrepidly in his eyes,
Diffusing into tenderness; were the placidly setting
contours of the gregariously scarlet Sun,
Diffusing into speed; was the thunderously circulating
maelstrom; exuberantly gushing past the aisles of
gloomy malice,
Diffusing into divinity; was the sacrosanct lap of
your mother; encompassing a compassion; which no
spurious price on this earth could ever purchase,
Diffusing into squeaks; was the tawny eyed cat;
mischievously waiting for its chance; to salvage its
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paws on the impeccable island of cheese,
Diffusing into poignant glory; was the seductively
enthralling candle flame; perpetuating rays of desire;
through the complexion of the gory night,
Diffusing into smoke; was the colossal chunk of coal;
culminating into streaks of uncontrollable vibrancy;
as the midday heat took its toll over all land,
Diffusing into bliss; was the ethereally transient
horizon; imparting celestial reprieve from the
ferociously tormenting agony of the traumatic day,
Diffusing into cacophony; was the irascibly croaking
frog; for whom there lay dwindling despair; outside
the periphery of its splendidly royal well,
Diffusing into heart-felt catharsis; was the
effeminately intricate poet; indefatigably envisaging
beyond the land the monotonous; dreaming in the walls
of immortal heaven,
Diffusing into wisdom; was the sagaciously learned
saint; flooding each patch of disgruntled earth he
tread; into a boundless treasury of idealistic
richness,
Diffusing into sorrow; were those disastrously thrown
children; who had the obnoxiously fetid interiors of
the dustbin to greet their first cry; instead of their
mothers heavenly palms,
Diffusing into restlessness; were the insatiable
pioneers; incorrigibly pursuing their benevolent
dreams; even as the devil tried to brutally pulverize
them,
Diffusing into righteousness; was the irrefutably
sacred conscience; always propelling you to tread on
the most prudent path of this gigantic earth,
Diffusing into love; was the immortally throbbing
heart; bonding infinite lives for countless more
births to come; in an entrenchment of unshakable
belonging and desire,
And diffusing into newness; was the chapter of
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everlasting life; rising as the sole undefeated
warrior; against the inevitable coffin of remorseful
death…
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WHY SHOULD I ???
Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an
ocean; just because the acrimoniously slithering
cactus; wanted it to ?
Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into
glittering gold; just because the lecherously
manipulative wandering aimlessly; wanted them to ?
Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose
itself into a shivering cocoon; just because the
diminutively cowardly scared of leading life; wanted
it to ?
Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose
itself into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just
because the dastardly demons desirous for luxury;
wanted it to ?
Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically
through the veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice;
just because the worthlessly vindictive ghost; wanted
it to ?
Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into
a melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some
fanatics of spuriously sanctimonious religion; wanted
it to ?
Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant
metamorphose itself into a succulent deer; just
because the tumultuously roaring lion; wanted it to ?
Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp
metamorphose itself into a road of formidably gripping
concrete; just because those disastrously unable to
find their foot; wanted it to ?
Why should the preposterously gigantic shark
metamorphose itself into an immaculately shimmering
pearl; just because the baselessly petrified
passengers on the shores; wanted it to ?
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Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose
itself into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just
because the ostentatiously threadbare party; wanted it
to ?
Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose
itself into hives replenishing with golden honey; just
because the pretentiously philosophizing; wanted it to
?
Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito
metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending
fantasy; just because the treacherously snoring
terrorist; wanted it to ?
Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose
itself into a puristic boy; just because the
traditionally uncouth parents; wanted it to ?
Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes;
metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just
because ruthlessly penalizing mankind; wanted them to
?
Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose
himself into a ghastly corpse; just because the
manipulatively parasitic sons; wanted him to ?
Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose
itself into an articulate key; just because the
hideous battalion of burglars; wanted it to ?
Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose
themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food;
just because horrendously lazy urchins; wanted them to
?
Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself
into the flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the
satanically barbaric yearning for an eternal day;
wanted them to ?
Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into
invidiously sinister betrayal; just because the
rigidly extraneous world; wanted it to ?
Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into
pathetically gruesome death; just because some power
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hungry leaders; wanted it to ?
And why should I; writing; breathing; fantasizing;
poetry from the inner most realms of my heart;
metamorphose myself into deplorably stinking office;
just because the uncouthly unforgiving society around;
wanted me to ?
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IT WAS ONLY WHEN
It was only when I disastrously stumbled to taste
threadbare mud; that I truly realized the mesmerizing
value of standing straight upon my own feet,
It was only when I was gruesomely blinded with
pugnacious chili powder in my eyes; that I truly
realized the scintillating value of vibrantly
bountiful and scintillating sight,
It was only when I was surreptitiously administered
abominable gutter water; that I truly realized the
celestially ravishing value of the majestically
sparkling streams,
It was only when I was brutally incarcerated in the
traumatically devastating dungeons; that I truly
realized the optimistically brilliant value of the
Omnisciently dazzling Sun,
It was only when I was ruthlessly stuffed into the
horrifically air tight coffins; that I truly realized
the melodiously vivacious value of regally
enlightening and seductively spell binding sound,
It was only when the walls of disparagingly disgusting
boredom asphyxiated me from all sides; that I truly
realized the irrefutably incredulous value of honestly
Omnipotent sweat,
It was only when maelstroms of swelteringly scorching
dust slapped me left; right and acrid center; that I
truly realized the miraculously rejuvenating value of
resplendently heavenly rain,
It was only when jailhouses of murderous monotony
pulverized me like inconspicuously criminal mincemeat;
that I truly realized the gloriously Omnipresent value
of ubiquitously sensuous and timelessly proliferating
fantasy,
It was only when lethally venomous snakes savagely
strangulated me like a frigid mosquito; that I truly
realized the ingratiatingly ebullient value of
ubiquitously godly innocence,
It was only when an unfathomable whirlpool of
inexplicable tears rolled in insatiable agony down my
cheeks; that I truly realized the gorgeously exuberant
value of everlasting smiles,
It was only when a graveyard of solitariness tightened
its grip upon my soul every unfurling minute; that I
truly realized the boisterously enthralling value of
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rambunctiously vivid liveliness,
It was only when each of my finger was barbarically
nailed to the ground; that I truly realized the
stupendously embellished value of sketching
exquisitely panoramic landscape upon barren canvas,
It was only when the diabolical demons chopped my
tongue into an infinite pieces; that I truly realized
the marvelously emphatic value of poignantly effusive
sound,
It was only when I had to inevitably transgress past
the bed of acrimoniously ominous thorns; that I truly
realized the enchantingly satiny value of royally
aristocratic silk,
It was only when I was savagely lambasted by unsparing
whiplashes of blatantly insidious lies; that I truly
realized the eternally unassailable value of
patriotically blazing truth,
It was only when there was nothing in vicinity but
invidiously sordid stones and mud to chew; that I
truly realized the salubriously jubilant and
sacrosanct value of life-yielding food,
It was only when a satanically ghastly accident
ghoulishly snatched my beloved; that I truly realized
the triumphantly ardent value of pricelessly
inimitable togetherness,
It was only when my nostrils menacingly decided to
gruesomely squelch even the most infinitesimal iota of
breath; that I truly realized the bountifully
Omnipotent value of unshakably iridescent life,
And it was only when every beat of my heart uncouthly
leapt out to be the devil’s uxorious breakfast; that I
truly realized the immortally unconquerable value of
eternal love….
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LIFE--AN EVERLASTING SEDUCTION….
Seduction by the poignantly drifting scent of the
titillating rose; unrelentingly triggering me to
fantasize beyond the realms of the astoundingly
extraordinary; and the land of the fantastically
unknown,
Seduction by the majestically floating clouds in
fathomless sky; insatiably propelling me to dance like
an untamed fairy; unleashing even the most intricate
of my senses in uninhibited euphoria,
Seduction by ebulliently pelting rivers of ecstatic
rain; timelessly metamorphosing each element of my
drearily impoverished soul; into the celestial
fountains of scintillating paradise,
Seduction by the unbelievably enthralling melody of
the voluptuous nightingale; Omnisciently alleviating
me of my monotonously bizarre and vindictive monotony,
Seduction by the spirit of irrefutably everlasting
humanity; magnificently enveloping my traumatically
besieged contours with the balm of unequivocally
heavenly sharing,
Seduction by the Omnipresent light of the regally
blazing Sun; beautifully reinvigorating even the most
infinitesimally acrid complexion of my morbidly
asphyxiated skin,
Seduction by the enchantingly swarming and
rambunctious bees; wholesomely driving even the most
obsolete iota of lackadaisical loneliness from my
horrendously beleaguered conscience,
Seduction by the unfathomably silken winds of the
ingratiating evening; marvelously soothing every step
of my frantically frenzied and indefatigably exhausted
stride,
Seduction by the fascinatingly inebriating full
plumage of the resplendent peacock; profusely evoking
even the most inconspicuous part of my skin; towards
an unsurpassable entrenchment of tantalizing beauty
and goodness,
Seduction by the immaculately pearly light of the
Omnipotent Moon; sensuously unfurling the wanderer
trapped uncouthly in my estranged nerves; towards a
planet of blissful timelessness,
Seduction by the divinely cascading waterfalls of
frosty water; miraculously replenishing my
lugubriously invalid visage; with astronomically
endless ecstasy,
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Seduction by the incredulously sacred fragrance of the
ubiquitous lotus; triumphantly descending on every
part of my persona like a wonderfully nubile
seductress let uncontrollably loose,
Seduction by the innocuously philandering messengers
of God; plunging even the most obnoxiously victimized
element of my demeanor; into the valley of inimitably
priceless mischief,
Seduction by the panoramically vivacious meadows of
honey coated grass; relentlessly transpiring me to
blend each of my agonizingly frazzled senses with the
stupendously godly melody of the atmosphere,
Seduction by the bed of gorgeously velvet dewdrops;
harmoniously making me wholesomely juxtapose with the
rudiments of holistically boundless existence,
Seduction by the fabulously amiable cosmos of
twinkling stars; enlightening even the most sordidly
massacring path on which I transgressed; with a
cistern of irrevocably unprecedented happiness,
Seduction by the magnificently ethereal and spell
binding horizons; handsomely mitigating me of even the
most perilously sinister apprehensions of the
gruesomely sweltering and scorching day,
Seduction by unassailable infernos of passionately
fulminating breath; stirring me more and more
astonishingly closer towards the Lord’s most revered
chapters of; procreation; proliferation and perpetual
existence,
Seduction by the beats of the immortally unconquerable
heart; intransigently enticing me into a sky of
eternally endless love; as each instant unveiled into
a wholesomely cherished minute,
O! Yes; Life was the most gloriously titillating
seductress dancing on my doorsteps; Life was the most
beautiful gift of the Almighty Creator upon this
undefeated Universe; Life was a sensuous lovebird of
pristine togetherness; Life was an everlasting
seduction…..
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LIFE—AN IMMORTAL VICTORY
Life is an unconquerably poignant victory of the
chivalrously benign; over the horrendously
manipulative and bizarrely monotonous,
Life is an irrefutably sparkling victory of profoundly
magnanimous scent; over the gutters of dilapidated
stagnation and abhorrent malice,
Life is an invincibly glorious victory of the
impeccably uninhibited; over the lecherously besieged
and traumatically cheating,
Life is an unassailably bountiful victory of the
Omnisciently blazing; over the remorsefully lugubrious
corpses dithering in gruesomely morbid blackness,
Life is an effusively intractable victory of the
fathomlessly free; over the diminutively miserly and
salaciously incarcerated,
Life is an irrevocably unflinching victory of the
boundlessly gregarious; over heinously plotting and
diabolically merciless crime,
Life is an unequivocally priceless victory of the
selflessly benevolent; over abominably withering
graveyards of lackadaisically non-existent greed,
Life is an timelessly scintillating victory of the
fearlessly patriotic; over the ant-hole of
preposterously ungainly and dolorously retreating
cowardice,
Life is an irretrievably blistering victory of the
ubiquitously open-hearted; over the pathetically
dwindling dictators of stinking politics,
Life is a spell bindingly fabulous victory of the
tranquilly resplendent waterfall; over the
acrimoniously sweltering and insidiously charring
desert,
Life is an unfathomably inimitable victory of
Omipresently enlightening truth; over the disdainfully
corroding dungeons of ignominiously derogatory lies,
Life is an insurmountably compassionate victory of
profoundly replenishing symbiosis; over the
indiscriminately gory and baselessly biased bloodshed,
Life is an impregnably holistic victory of
magnificently vivacious perseverance; over despicably
sordid and worthless laziness,
Life is a timelessly unshakable victory of marvelously
majestic honesty; over the horrendously squelched web
of disconcertingly malicious deceit,
Life is an ingratiatingly blissful victory of
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congenially unending compassion; over the jail of
savagely coldblooded and horrifically lambasting
slavery,
Life is an unrelentingly sacrosanct victory of
immutably dedicated beliefs; over the insanely fickle
minded mirror of wandering doom,
Life is an overwhelmingly cherished victory of the
beautifully good; over the parasitically blood-sucking
and egregious evil,
Life is an Omnisciently sacred victory of harmoniously
everlasting melody; over the rambunctiously discordant
and ominous sounds of ill will,
Life is an unbelievably true victory of passionately
mesmerizing breath; over the invidiously torturous
chapters of surreptitiously ghastly death,
And life is an immortally regale victory of
ebulliently ecstatic love; over the devilishly
sinister and satanic tornado’s of dismally shattering
betrayal….
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LIFE IS A DEDICATION
A dedication to all benign goodness in the atmosphere;
the wave of philanthropic altruism which bonds one and
all in the fabric of eternal mankind,
A dedication to the unflinching spirit of timeless
existence; the most astounding chapter of divinely
proliferation; which perennially ensured that the
world never came to a veritable standstill,
A dedication to the rhapsodically cascading rivulets
of water; miraculously placating even the most
traumatically agonizing and brutally scorched throats,
A dedication to the panoramically crimson clouds in
fathomless sky; sensuously embellishing the carpet of
the majestically enchanting night,
A dedication to the infernos of irrefutably sparkling
honesty; which metamorphose even the most hideously
diabolical; into the mists of perpetually sacrosanct
righteousness,
A dedication to the Omnipotent light of the
fantastically blazing Sun; which enlightened even the
most sordidly beleaguered quarters of this earth; with
the light of triumphantly blissful happiness,
A dedication to the inscrutably mesmerizing forests;
which stupendously enthrall till beyond the realms of
infinite infinity; unveiling into an entrenchment of
bountiful beauty and grace,
A dedication to harmoniously sacred marriage; which
unassailably bonds two lovers in rainbows of
compassionate sharing; and for infinite more births
yet to unleash,
A dedication to the celestial melody in the
ebulliently rejuvenating air; which works as an
Omniscient panacea; for even the most insidiously
lugubrious disease sauntering and alive,
A dedication to the mischievously amiable smile of the
child; which magically transformed even the most
diabolically marauding; into a land of ingratiatingly
beautiful paradise,
A dedication to the unfettered love of the poignantly
divine mother; which was the most Omnipresent
exemplification of affably gratifying love and
togetherness,
A dedication to the timelessly tantalizing night;
which splendidly ignited unfathomable maelstroms of
ecstatic yearning; even in the most dolorously
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decaying entities alive,
A dedication to the magnificently perpetual vivacity
of the boundless Universe; which spawned into
Omnipotently new life; every unfurling second of the
day and night,
A dedication to the irrefutably resolute tenacity of
all those disastrously maimed and still alive;
bouncing in the full and profound euphoria of
magnanimously scintillating life,
A dedication to the ideals of glorious selflessness;
the ecumenically resplendent essence of One God; and
an unconquerably One Humanity,
A dedication to the threads of invincible friendship;
which intrepidly confronts even the most acrimoniously
ghastly impediments; with an exuberantly jubilant
smile,
A dedication to the ubiquitously uniting and priceless
breath; which regally blessed upon every organism
irrespective of caste; creed or religion; the right to
be symbiotically surviving and holistically alive,
A dedication to the immortally impregnably beats of
the heart; which coalesced you forever and ever and
ever with the most bountifully cherishable love of
your life,
A dedication to all those whom you are wonderfully
acquainted with; to all those who were quintessential
in inspiring you; to surge forward victoriously in
vibrant life,
O! Yes Life is marvelously endowing paradise of
friendship; beauty and heavenly bonding; Life is the
most unfathomably precious gift from the Almighty
Lord; Life is a sacred dedication….
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A POET, AND HIS IMMORTAL POETRY….
The clouds in the voluptuously fathomless sky were a
poet’s eternal dream; enveloping boundless bits of
barren space with tinges of profusely unending
crimson,
While torrential tumblers of enchanting rain cascading
down till times beyond bountiful eternity; were his
immortally poignant and exuberant poetry….
The seductively titillating roses in the garden were a
poet’s everlasting dream; perpetuating colossal bits
of lackadaisical atmosphere with vividly blossoming
color,
While the stupendously Omnipotent fragrance that they
emanated; the romantic swirl in which they swished;
was his immortally unassailable and wonderful poetry….
The ravishingly undulating waves of the gigantically
handsome ocean were a poet’s cherished dream;
perennially smiling under golden rays of the
majestically Omniscient Sun,
While the resplendently tantalizing froth into which
they diffused after clashing against the regale rocks;
was his immortally profound and Godly poetry….
The rambunctiously uninhibited hives swarming with
chattering bees were a poet’s fantastic dream;
deluging even the most infinitesimal cranny of the
Universe with the poignant elixir of life,
While the beautifully ebullient cisterns of
titillating honey that relentlessly oozed from them;
was his immortally melodious and exquisitely
embellished poetry….
The panoramically animated meadows of green grass were
a poet’s prized dream; harmoniously rustling with the
unbelievably exultating breeze,
While the gregarious festoon of dew drops that they
exuded at ethereally mystical dawn; was his immortally
fabulous and Omnipotent poetry….
The optimistically divine fireball of Sun was a poet’s
priceless dream; casting a spell of astoundingly
miraculous hope; even in the most drearily beleaguered
and diminishing abode,
While the enamoring fountain of blazing rays that it
compassionately emanated; was his immortally
triumphant and patriotic poetry….
The unshakable shadows of the impeccable conscience
were a poet’s euphoric dream; metamorphosing even the
most devilishly inebriated organism into an apostle of
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mesmerizing peace,
While the path of irrefutably sparkling righteousness
that it philanthropically wafted; was his immortally
ingratiating and kingly poetry….
The ecstatically flapping feathers of the spell
bindingly amiable nightingale were a poet’s
charismatic dream; flooding even the most insipidly
lugubrious of spaces around with astronomically
rejuvenating energy,
While the unfathomably glorious river of tunes that
unveiled from her shimmering beak; was his immortally
ever-pervading and holistic poetry….
The piquantly rubicund nostrils of the freshly adorned
bride were a poet’s insatiable dream; inevitably
engendering every other thing in the atmosphere to
remorsefully wither down,
While the unconquerable inferno of magnificently
bedazzling breath that unleashed from them; was his
immortally invincible and fascinating poetry….
And the passionately throbbing heart in innocently
volatile chest was a poet’s unrelenting dream;
irrevocably transcending above every other richness on
the trajectory of this limitless earth,
While the superbly rhythmic sky of beats that it
fulminated into every unfurling instant; was his
immortally ubiquitous and priceless poetry….
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A POEM A DAY; KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY….
For the ravishingly undulating and fathomless oceans;
a majestically gliding shark a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
For the swelteringly impoverished and blistering
deserts; a gloriously rejuvenating rainshower a day;
keeps the doctor forever away,
For the mystically ingratiating and voluptuous
forests; a royal royally overpowering roar of the lion
a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the boundlessly Omnipotent and limitless skies; a
regally soaring cloud a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,
For the gorgeously shimmering and immaculate
seashores; a magnificently resplendent oyster a day;
keeps the doctor forever away,
For the freshly rain drenched and boisterously
bubbling stray ponds; a discordantly croaking frog a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the despicably wailing and disastrously
beleaguered beggar; a handsomely robust meal a day;
keeps the doctor forever away,
For the eternally enchanting and enchantingly sweet
hive; a rambunctiously frolicking bee a day; keeps the
doctor forever away,
For the ingratiatingly chirping and profusely
vivacious sparrow; a marvelously sparkling berry a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the frigidly trembling and brutally frozen
avalanches; a ray of unassailably celestial sunshine a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the patriotically blazing and fearlessly
unflinching battlefields; a ray of irrefutably
unconquerable triumph a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,
For the sagaciously philanthropic and devoutly
meditating saint; an entrenchment of spell binding
peace a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the manipulatively shrewd and ruthlessly dexterous
business tycoon; a succulently appetizing client a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the exuberantly sleazy and seductively raving
model; a euphorically tantalizing catwalk a day; keeps
the doctor forever away,
For the morbidly forlorn and ghoulishly derogatory
graveyard; an obsolete ghost a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
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For the impeccably glistening and rustically sprawled
pebbles; a splendidly cascading waterfall a day; keeps
the doctor forever away,
For the romantically sensuous and poignantly
flirtatious philanderer; a charismatically nubile
maiden a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the aridly scorched and preposterously singed
blades of grass; a bountifully scintillating dewdrop a
day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the horrendously dithering and despicably sagging
nostrils; a puff of ecstatically vibrant breath a day;
keeps the doctor forever away,
For the treacherously betrayed and ominously lambasted
heart; a beat of immortal love a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
And for my nimbly penurious and diminutively groping
persona; an unfathomably enlightening poem a day;
keeps the doctor forever away…..
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LIFE WAS ….
It wasn’t about just euphorically singing;
unrelentingly permeating every thwarted wind of the
sullen atmosphere; with unprecedented melody,
It wasn’t about just tantalizingly gyrating;
rhythmically pulsating your entire countenance; to the
beats of the voluptuously enchanting night,
It wasn’t about just bountifully philandering;
timelessly exploring the unsurpassably panoramic
beauty of this limitless Universe; moving the
immaculate whites of your eye,
It wasn’t about just ecstatically swimming through
oceans of majestic triumph; replenishing even the most
infinitesimal cranny of your beleaguered demeanor;
with unparalleled rhapsody,
It wasn’t about just savoring the most ingratiating
fruits of nature; marvelously titillating the
truculently traumatized chords of your throat; with
the elixir of vivacious happiness,
It wasn’t about just soaring regally through the
conglomerate of silken clouds; gloriously embracing
the unfathomably priceless jubilation that wandered
sensuously in the land of paradise,
It wasn’t about just blissfully gratifying your
eternal desires; celestially proliferating your very
own kin; to indefatigably continue God’s most
enamoring chapter of creation,
It wasn’t about just coalescing with all innocuous
mankind one and alike; blazingly surging forward to
win ebullient cheer for the sake of your beautifully
sacrosanct motherland,
It wasn’t about just compassionately sequestering
yourself in the lap of your divine mother; impeccably
playing games of hide-n-seek; behind the honey laden
hills,
It wasn’t about just perpetually imbibing the
fragrance of the scarlet roses; diffusing the scent of
irrefutable truth to the most farthest corner of this
unbelievably gargantuan planet,
It wasn’t about just unflinchingly standing for the
cause of unassailable righteousness; valiantly
brandishing the armor of solidarity in the most
treacherously invidious of times,
It wasn’t about just melodiously suckling heavenly
sweetness from the beehive; tirelessly disseminating
the essence of gregariously amiable friendship; to
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every organism holistically alive,
It wasn’t about just intransigently fantasizing beyond
the corridors of imagination; ingeniously evolving a
civilization of stupendously innovative resplendence,
It wasn’t about just harmoniously closing your eyes;
wholesomely allowing the carpet of magically bestowing
sleep to poignantly brush you; from every conceivable
side,
It wasn’t just irrefutably melanging with people whom
you unequivocally adored; propagating the spirit of
unconquerable existence; to even the most fugitively
minuscule trace of palpable life,
It wasn’t just about philanthropically enlightening
the sordidly orphaned and destitute with fireballs of
optimism; perennially ensuring that no child ever grew
up in disdainful realms of the stinking dustbin,
It wasn’t just about marvelously sketching the
aristocratic beauty of this mesmerizing earth;
deluging every bit of brutally tormented soul with a
fountain of everlasting happiness,
It wasn’t just about seductively inhaling and exhaling
breath countless times each day; profoundly blooming
with supremely invincible ardor; for infinite more
births yet to unveil,
It wasn’t just about dedicatedly listening only to the
tunes of your poignantly thundering heart;
incorrigibly worshipping and following each of its
beats; till the instant you abnegated your very last
breath,
It wasn’t just handsomely fomenting a wave of
ubiquitous romance in the air; relentlessly marching
forward to unite with every innocently living being on
the trajectory of this boundless globe,
Life was infact a pricelessly immortal combination of
all of the above; Life was infact the most Omnipotent
blessing by the Almighty Lord; Life was infact more
gorgeously beautiful than what you could ever have
perceived even in the most wildest of your dreams….
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UNSTOPPABLE….
Unstoppable was the crimson blood circulating
ecstatically through the veins; indefatigably pumping
the most stupendously vivacious elements of existence
in the every organisms body; symbiotically alike,
Unstoppable was the rain euphorically pelting down
from fathomless sky; relentlessly inundating
impoverished territories of destitute land; with
globules of spell binding enchantment,
Unstoppable were the rays of the ferociously blazing
Sun; fearlessly disseminating its Omnipotent shine;
to even the most obfuscated cranny of this
gigantically enthralling Universe,
Unstoppable was the intransigently unending
tick-tocking of time; gloriously throbbing with
palpable life; meticulously synchronizing the entire
planet; and for infinite more births yet to unveil,
Unstoppable was the swirl of the majestically
undulating ocean; fulminating into a fountain of
unfathomably priceless froth; even in the heart of the
perilously blackened night,
Unstoppable was the flame of unassailable desire;
uncontrollably proliferating till realms beyond
infinite infinity; tantalizing every breathing entity
in its magically compassionate incantation,
Unstoppable was the attraction between two opposite
sexes; inevitably drawing all humanity close;
irrespective of the barriers of caste; creed and
worthless color,
Unstoppable was the thunderously volatile prowl of the
famished lion; as he royally paraded through the
undercurrents of the inscrutable forests; with fires
of unparalleled superiority blazing in his eyes,
Unstoppable was the dream of benevolent goodness;
miraculously healing even the most traumatically
bereaved; with the Omniscient ointment of eternally
righteous mankind,
Unstoppable was silken flight of the regally
charismatic bird; as it handsomely soared through the
clouds of fantastic titillation and vibrancy;
magnificently kissing the mists of perennial yearning
on its odyssey down towards mother earth,
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Unstoppable was the song of the impregnably princely
nightingale; perpetuating even the most sordidly
dreary of spaces on this colossal Universe; with
triumphantly exuberant melody,
Unstoppable was the leap of irrefutably sparkling
truth; as it reigned supreme as the most invincible
idol alive; harmoniously transpiring the endless
planet to take birth profoundly; for centuries
unprecedented,
Unstoppable was the marvelously ubiquitous innocence
of the newly born infant; irrefutably transcending
over all richness of this unfathomable planet;
bountifully embracing the spirit of uninhibitedly
immaculate freedom,
Unstoppable was the wind of ebulliently unconquerable
passion; metamorphosing even the most impossibly
intractable of circumstances; into a celestially
scintillating paradise,
Unstoppable was the cry of timeless liberation; the
unbelievably resurgent force with which countless
galloped forward to bond in threads of amiable
friendship; far away from the dungeons of retributory
malice,
Unstoppable was the jubilantly blazing patriotism of
the soldier; who lived immortally in the hearts of the
nation; even after relinquishing his very last breath
for his sacrosanct motherland,
Unstoppable was path of fabulously victorious
conscience; which unsparingly annihilated even the
most capricious trace of salaciously heinous evil and
lies; with the swords of truth divine,
Unstoppable was sensuously ravenous breath in the
body; expunging out with a tumultuous fervor; that
made even the most treacherous of devils to blend with
the chords of synergistic existence,
Unstoppable was the magically Omnipotent rhythm of the
passionate heart; with each of its wonderfully
burgeoning beats; eternally coalescing with all love
and resplendent congeniality; on this unending planet,
And unstoppable was my ardor to write poetry; flood
every bit of barren space on this incomprehensibly
vivid planet with the fragrance of love and humanity;
spawning into an entrenchment of perpetual bliss; even
after I abdicated my last droplet of blood; even after
I forever shed my last breath….
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NO CONTROL….
I could wink exactly when I wanted to; shutting one of
my lid with astoundingly articulate dexterity; and in
wholesome entirety to the lugubriously manipulative
planet outside,
I could yawn exactly when I wanted to; thunderously
stretching the contours of my lips to the most
unprecedented limits; blissfully resonating into an
unfathomably rampant valley of sounds soon thereafter,
I could walk exactly when I wanted to; uninhibitedly
alighting my nimble foot from obdurate ground; paving
an intrepidly sensuous path of my own; as the world
disdainfully entangled in bizarrely disparaging
business outside,
I could dance exactly when I wanted to; bountifully
synchronizing the movements of my impoverished visage;
to majestically blend with the tunes of the
seductively tantalizing and milky night,
I could cry exactly when I wanted to; profusely
squeezing the sockets of my beleaguered eyes;
discordantly inundating even the most infinitesimal
particle of the atmosphere; with an unsurpassable
ocean of cacophonic wails,
I could whisper exactly when I wanted to; amiably
rustling through the partially obfuscated periphery of
my wandering lips; enshrouding every bit of
belligerent retribution with ravishing enchantment,
I could write exactly when I wanted to; blissfully
embellishing fathomless bits of barren paper; with
poetry that poignantly diffused from the inner most
soul and the Gods,
I could fantasize exactly when I wanted to;
unequivocally unveiling the chords of diminutive brain
to the stupendously ingratiating melody of this
timeless earth; exotically delving into inscrutably
titillating territories beyond the obsoletely unknown,
I could smile exactly when I wanted to; exuberantly
puffing my enthrallingly rubicund cheeks;
wholeheartedly letting the scintillating whites of my
teeth harmoniously coalesce with all benign goodness
outside,
I could philander exactly when I wanted to;
flirtatiously elope behind the hills with the
companion of my choice; handsomely allowing the golden
rays of the Omnipotent Sun; to envelop me in
impregnable entirety,
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I could roll exactly when I wanted to; rampantly
cascading down the gigantic mountains; regally
caressing the veils of intrepidly exhilarating
adventure; as I rhapsodically made my way down,
I could bathe exactly when I wanted to; rejuvenate the
disastrously gruesome conglomerate of my nerves under
the sparkling waterfalls; even after the heart of
unbelievably dark midnight,
I could fight exactly when I wanted to; mustering all
mighty muscle in a just a single swirl; endeavoring my
ultimate best to save my kin; philanthropically save
my treacherously devastated motherland,
I could chatter exactly when I wanted to; clatter the
piquant buds of my teeth umpteenth number of times in
a single minute; shivering in uncontrollably nervous
waves of dithering skepticism,
I could eat exactly when I wanted to; celestially
assimilating all salubrious fruits of this earth in my
penurious palette; astonishingly replenishing each
ingredient of my blood with nutrition divine,
I could sleep exactly when I wanted to; wholesomely
obscuring my eyes with knots of perennially heavenly
silk; irrefutably sequestering myself way beneath in
the boundless dungeons; without even the most
inconspicuous trace of sound or vibrant light,
I could evolve exactly when I wanted to; fascinatingly
gathering all eclectically resplendent assets of the
Almighty Lord; to stunningly metamorphose the
complexion of this delinquently frazzled Universe,
I could breathe exactly when I wanted to; ebulliently
permeating the dolorously remorseful atmosphere with
fireballs of vivacious glory; igniting an inferno of
untamed celebration even in the center of the
despicably deadened night,
O! yes; I could do this; and I could do that; and by
the Grace of God I was a majestic master of my own
destiny; symbiotically bonding with the eternally
transcending and divine,
But I had absolutely not the slightest control on my
heart; as its passionately triumphant beats
ecstatically wandered without my commands; bonding
with all immortal love on this colossal planet;
bonding with the spell binding spirit to lead an
infinite more lifetimes….
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THERE WAS NO LOVE BORN GREATER….
There was no richness born ever greater; than
uninhibitedly dispensing richness itself; to all those
despicably besieged with whirlwinds of penurious gloom
and maudlin malice,
There was no miracle born ever greater; than
Omnisciently disseminating miracles themselves; to all
those disastrously orphaned and tyrannically lambasted
with whiplashes of indiscriminately ominous despair,
There was no philanthopism born ever greater; than
benevolently diffusing grandiloquent philanthropism
itself; to even the most fathomless quarters of this
enchantingly colossal Universe; uniting with one and
all synergistically; in the true spirit of eternal
mankind,
There was no compassion born ever greater; than
unrelentingly spreading gregarious compassion itself;
to all those brutally bereft of the quintessential
spirit to live; those heartlessly dithering towards a
gruesomely torturous extinction,
There was no happiness born ever greater; than
ubiquitously sprinkling the flavor of happiness
itself; to each dwelling horrendously submerged with
despondently murderous doom; profoundly enlightening
the bizarre darkness with optimistic rays of desire,
There was no mysticism born ever greater; than
ravishingly wafting the majestic aroma of mysticism
itself; to all those obsoletely infirm entities;
ludicrously entangled in the miserable web of
manipulatively monotonous and sinister prejudice,
There was no enthusiasm born ever greater; than
showering the melody of exuberant enthusiasm itself;
to all those drearily divested; and lackadaisically
stumbling like a pack of soggy matchsticks; even
before alighting a single stride,
There was no patriotism born ever greater; than
unitedly bequeathing the magnificent splendor of
righteous patriotism itself; to all those dastardly
countrymen; who sadistically sold their motherland
just to augment the stuffing of gold in the
foundation; of their spuriously bombastic abodes,
There was no charisma born ever greater; than
resplendently distributing voluptuously enamoring
charisma itself; to every lip horrifically enveloped
with; pathetically dwindling sadness,
There was no strength born ever greater; than
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fearlessly impregnating formidable strength itself;
embedding unflinching fortitude in all those
torturously maim and devastatingly crippled; becoming
the vibrant tornado of ebullience in each of their
bones,
There was no titillation born ever greater; than the
triggering the seductive thunderbolt of divine
titillation itself; incinerating cloudbursts of
unrelenting yearning in all those organisms;
encapsulated with murderously ghastly remorse,
There was no prayer born ever greater; than
unequivocally preaching the prayer for togetherness
itself; Omnipotently coalescing all caste; creed;
color and religion; in the fabric of humanity; and
alike,
There was no flamboyance born ever greater; than
relentlessly disposing the stupendously passionate
wave of flamboyance itself; to all those shattered
hutment’s of depravation; all those nonchalant
entities dying every instant in deserts of diffidence;
all the time,
There was no charity born ever greater; than
altruistically radiating the most regale rays of
charity itself; to all those underprivileged orphaned
and haplessly destitute; replenishing their tottered
lives with the ointment of; unequivocal sharing,
There was no innocence born ever greater; than
splendidly bestowing the Omnipresent virtue of
innocence itself; to all those derogatorily heinous
devils; ruthlessly bent upon beheading all princely
goodness; from living kind,
There was no rhapsody born ever greater; than
intractably endowing the unconquerable paradise of
rhapsody itself; to all those unfortunately wandering
without their loved ones; lighting the flame of
jubilation in their lives; once again,
There was no innovation born ever greater; than
magnificently dispersing the spirit of innovation
itself; to all those being unsparingly lambasted; by
whirlpools of disdainful monotony and salacious greed,
There was no life born ever greater; than bountifully
gifting the chapter of vivaciously unassailable life
itself; to all those immaculate creations of Almighty
Lord; painfully creeping in agonizing trauma; towards
their gory corpse,
And there was no love born ever greater; than
unendingly transmitting the immortal essence of love
itself; to all those despairingly broken hearts;
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rekindling their bountiful treasury of beats once
again; with the unsurpassably sweet fragrance of
kingly existence….
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IMMORTALLY LIVING ART….
To procreate countless more of your kind was
inherently natural; but to instill in them the
irrefutably invincible principles of mankind; was a
majestically impeccable art,
To replenish your stomach with all tantalizingly
piquant food on this Universe was inevitably natural;
but to scrupulously digest them and yet sparkle into
an ocean of celestially rubicund health; was a
perseveringly magical art,
To transit into a heavenly slumber and fantasize
uninhibitedly about all ingratiating exoticism on this
planet was blissfully natural; but to manifest all
those spell binding dreams into an eternal reality;
was an unassailably enduring art,
To listen to the fulminating voices of your intrepid
soul was poignantly natural; but to invincibly march
forward in united patriotism to annihilate the last
iota of evil from your sacrosanct motherland; was an
indefatigably resplendent art,
To euphorically bathe at the commencement of brilliant
sunshine was iridescently natural; but to utilize
every bit of your marvelously sparkling freshness to
enlighten all despicably bereaved humanity; was an
ebulliently gutsy art,
To dance till eternity in times of ecstatic jubilation
was exuberantly natural; but to ubiquitously
disseminate the same unending happiness in every
dwelling besieged with horrifically remorseful
despair; was a handsomely philanthropic art,
To wholeheartedly immerse yourself in your very own
religion was holistically natural; but to
unequivocally preach the religion of humanity till the
last breath of your existing life; was a
grandiloquently benign art,
To encapsulate your entire persona with ravishing
petals of rose and insatiably overwhelming scent was
scintillatingly natural; but to waft the Omnipotent
scent of coalesced mankind; on every murderously
manipulative cranny of this earth; was a timelessly
mesmerizing art,
To profoundly enjoy the divinely melody in the
atmosphere was quintessentially natural; but to
tirelessly propagate every element of your ebullience
to all those miserably crippled and penurious
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destitute; was a glitteringly humanitarian art,
To sight umpteenth galleries of wonderfully serene
objects around you was instinctively natural; but to
altruistically become the walking stick of all those
horrendously penalized and gruesomely blind; was a
miraculously Omniscient art,
To sagaciously invest all your fathomless treasuries
of wealth in the best possible gains was prudently
natural; but to chivalrously dissipate even a
minuscule fraction of your opulence to the service of
the devastatingly deprived; was a perpetually sacred
art,
To joyously gallop through fields of flirtatiously
sensuous freedom was flamboyantly natural; but to
hoist all those bereft of hands and feet to
destinations transcending the land of paradise; was a
benevolently bequeathing art,
To cling to the lap of your mother whenever you felt
gorily shattered was incomprehensibly natural; but to
perennially ensure that the entire planet irrevocably
clung to the strings of enchanting humanity; was a
gloriously princely art,
To harmoniously augment the granaries of crimson blood
in your countenance was poignantly natural; but to
selflessly shed the same for your countrymen
incarcerated with treacherous despair; was a
glitteringly Omnipresent art,
To decorate your pristinely barren skin with royal
pearls and ornaments was splendidly natural; but to
stupendously embellish the fabric of all despicably
dithering mankind with untamed cloudbursts of love;
was a ubiquitously charismatic art,
To act candidly and in synergy with the voice of your
intransigently righteous conscience was intrinsically
natural; but to wholesomely decimate the salacious web
of lies from every corner of this earth with the voice
of unconquerably impeccable truth; was a royally
regale art,
To tranquilly inhale air all round the clock and with
the most prolific of intensity was indispensably
natural; but to aristocratically placate the brutally
traumatized agony of all those miserably divested with
each of your breath; was a passionately Almighty art,
To relentlessly love and bountifully adore the girl of
your every dream was tumultuously natural; but
dedicating every single beat of your heart to all
those orphaned and acrimoniously betrayed; was an
unfathomably heavenly art,
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And to rhapsodically live this birth and
intransigently perceive to survive for an infinite
more births yet to come was incredulously natural; but
sacrificing each instant of your life to astoundingly
spawn a countless new tomorrows of optimistic hope and
vibrant courage; was an immortally living art…..
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FEATHERS….
When I was tickled with feathers of ghastly lies; I
felt beads of insurmountably anguish and desperation
overwhelmingly creep up; on every cranny of my
impoverished persona,
When I was tickled with feathers of overwhelming
commercialism; I felt as if rotting abominably in
dungeons of horrifically sinister stagnation,
When I was tickled with feathers of abhorrent malice;
I felt as if everything around me in this colossaly
mesmerizing Universe; was a threadbare mirage of
gruesomely insipid nothingness,
When I was tickled with feathers of indiscriminate
racializm; I felt as if dagger heads of veritable
death; had stabbed me countless kilometers beneath my
gory grave,
When I was tickled with feathers of barbaric
bloodshed; I felt an uncanny shudder paralyze each
element of my spine; collapsed in an ungainly heap on
the obdurate ground; relinquishing even the tiniest
desire to live,
When I was tickled with feathers of insanely
treacherous madness; I felt the artist in me stifle
into horrendous oblivion; the harmonious air around
me; ominously infiltrating each arena of my innocuous
flesh,
When I was tickled with feathers of lecherous
savagery; I felt every shade of passionate poignancy
evaporate from my blood; plunged into the valley of
extinction; instead of melanging with satanically
blood sucking society,
When I was tickled with feathers of betrayal; I felt
more devastated than the morbidly ghastly coffins;
abnegating wholesomely from all desire and worldly
virtues of exotic life,
When I was tickled with feathers of lackadaisical
monotony; I felt as if every iota of God’s voluptuous
planet was being ruthlessly lambasted; went deep into
the mystical forests to meditate till my absolute end,
When I was tickled with feathers of relentless
hostility; I felt as if the entire earth had become a
capriciously frigid thread of religion; with the
spirit of everlasting humanity disappearing into the
aisles of non-existence,
When I was tickled with feathers of deplorably raunchy
slavery; I felt as if there was no difference between
man and animal; cursing every entity; menacingly under
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my enslaved breath,
When I was tickled with feathers of despondently
crippling solitude; I felt as if being pushed into a
dungeon of scorpions every unleashing minute;
clenching my teeth till the last bone of my
exhilarated body split into a boundless pieces,
When I was tickled with feathers of manipulative give
and take; I felt as if my existence was a meaningless
gutter of foul sewage; with philanthropism and good
will being things of waywardly obsolete past,
When I was tickled with feathers of disparagingly
condemnable abuse; I felt each part of my rubicund
flesh invidiously tarnished; unable to relive my
original euphoria; even after a million baths,
When I was tickled with feathers of despairingly
bizarre blackness; I felt as if optimism was a desert
that had perennially dried up; as I slithered
aimlessly in a whirlpool of uncouth savagery,
When I was tickled with feathers of ludicrously
everlasting castigation; I felt as if there was no
value of art in this diabolically cold blooded world;
drowned myself forever in the ocean of my shattered
versatility,
When I was tickled with feathers of dastardly
terrorism; I felt as the world had departed from all
elements of fabulous brotherhood and empathy;
unrelentingly wailed for the innocently beheaded;
before I decided to slit; the conglomerate of my
intricate veins apart,
When I was tickled with feathers of disastrously
orphaned poverty; I felt tumultuously enraged at the
unsurpassably rich; at blowing their surplus opulence
in spurious cigar smoke and wine; whilst their naked
counterparts outside shivered to an unbearable death,
But when I was tickled with feathers of immortally
uninhibited love; I felt the most bountifully endowed
entity alive; at last felt the beats of my truculently
massacred heart; reach inside my chest to forever lead
and romance with; majestic life…
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TIME PASS…
I meticulously counted the number of waves; rising and
falling in the majestically undulating sea,
I sang occasionally with the birds; humming a myriad
of spell binding tunes,
I tore a sheet of lanky dilapidated paper; into
measly bits of orphaned fragments,
I nonchalantly kicked each stone that confronted me in
my way; hurling it high and handsome towards mystical
puffs of sky,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed
to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly
refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass…..
I shooed the birds sitting tranquilly on the
jaded rocks; chasing them till the point I wholesomely
collapsed in a bedraggled heap on cold ground,
I made boundless sandcastles in insurmountably
slippery sand; dismantling them as they gathered the
slightest of solid proportion,
I held my ear abysmally close to the hollow walls;
awaiting for the tiniest of sound that simply wasn’t
there,
I indefatigably kept chanting a silly tune; giving it
the pompously pretentious status of being the
astronomical best,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed
to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly
refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass…..
I voraciously rubbed my glasses till the time they
shone vivaciously bright; although they were already
sparkling more than the mid-day Sun,
I tied my handkerchief into unfathomable number of
folds; spent countless moments thereafter in
entangling the disdainful mess of my insane creation,
I washed my body vigorously all throughout the night;
evacuating the last bit of superficial dirt that just
wasn’t to be seen,
I flipped through pages of the bulky history book;
browsing through an unending labyrinth of dates; with
beads of exasperating sweat trickling feverishly down
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my nape,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed
to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly
refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass…..
I yawned like a maniacally fanatic; although the bones
incarcerated in my body rared to surge forward with
spurts of exuberant enthusiasm,
I chewed slices of tangy gum for times immemorial;
evolving a cocoon of bubbles only to obnoxiously burst
them,
I incoherently scribbled gargantuan tons of literature
on barren paper; expending Herculean loads of my lazy
frustration on my tiny little fountain pen,
I relentlessly kept tapping my nimble feet; scowling
in inexplicable disdain at whomsoever who encountered
me in my way.
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed
to be augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly
refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass…..
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VERITABLE DEATH MINE
My mind was like the fulminating volcano; which kept
on passionately erupting; even after the entire earth
had blissfully slept,
My mind was like an uninhibitedly philandering
panther; which thunderously roared each unfurling
second of the day,
My mind was like a turbulently swirling ocean; which
culminated each instant into a flurry of violent
waves,
My mind was like the poignant whirlpool of sand; which
evolved at cyclonic speeds; sweeping across the
fathomless deserts inevitably every afternoon,
My mind was like the blazing inferno; which kept
augmenting to astronomical heights with each nimble
stroke of the brazen wind,
My mind was like the hideously savage vulture; whose
hunger arose the very next moment; after it had just
devoured its previous bit of robust carrion,
My mind was like the indefatigably running spider;
which didn’t rest for even a minuscule minute;
entrenched and wavering amidst the silvery strands of
its web,
My mind was like streaks of white lightening which
profusely enveloped the sky; creating insanely havoc
on the whatever space they fell,
My mind was like infinite clouds sprawled vindictively
in the cosmos; creeping up every day to try and
camouflage vivacious rays of brilliant light,
My mind was like the unstoppably perennial stream;
which leapt and swelled; irrespective of the
acrimonious battalion of barricades that confronted it
in its celestial way,
My mind was like the plane which inexorably kept
flying all its life; without stooping down a fraction;
or caressing the tarmac with its spongy sheath of
wheels,
My mind was like the mystical echo which reverberated
countless number of times; after ephemerally clashing
against the formidably boundless valley,
My mind was like the lethally bouncing striped shark;
which unrelentingly surged forward with hostile
euphoria even in the middle of the perilously gloomy
night,
My mind was like the centuries old grandfather clock;
which continued to tirelessly tick; irrespective of
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the most deadliest of holocaust or rain,
My mind was like the deafening thud of the dinosaurs
foot; which kept going on and on for times immemorial;
even after the monster had become remotely obsolete
and wholesomely extinct,
My mind was like the globules golden sweat; which kept
incorrigibly trickling down the arms; even after
applying the most profound balm of stupendously
redolent scent,
My mind was like the unfathomably deep well; which
indeed did have an opening; but there simply seemed no
end,
My mind was like the tangible population; which
perpetually kept increasing as each second unveiled
into a full fledged minute
In the end it is my humble plea to you; O! Almighty
Creator; not to give people a mind like mine; for
although I had developed an intrinsic bondage with its
vagaries over a period of time; for others it could
very well prove to a veritable death mine….
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Only follow your heart…
Do definitely be inspired by all those minuscule globules of water;
which miraculously spurned fresh life and magical greenery—into
fathomless kilometers of acrimoniously arid-stagnating land,
Do definitely be inspired by all those undaunted apogees of the
mountains; which unflinchingly stood like a lone warrior amidst
boundless bits of sky—triumphantly bracing every storm and maliciously
holocaustic light,
Do definitely be inspired by all those diminutive petals of the
scarlet rose; which perpetuated the dolorously dying atmosphere—with
the royal scent of compassionate belonging and invincible
togetherness,
Do definitely be inspired by all those invisibly gutsy ants; which
fomented even the most demonically parading monsters to collapse like
a pack of frigid cards—with just a singleton sting to their big foot,
Do definitely be inspired by all those unconquerable rays of the Sun;
which blessed each symbiotically palpitating life on the trajectory of
soil—with the scepter of fearlessly blazing truth and righteousness,
Do definitely be inspired by all those blissfully blessed mothers—who
suckled their new born solely with their impeccably sacrosanct
milk—which became the greatest power for the child to survive for an
infinite more lifetimes,
Do definitely be inspired by all those voluptuously enriched clouds;
which triggered new rays of hope in the life of every mercilessly
scorched organism on earth; endlessly waiting for those pricelessly
inimitable showers of the first monsoon,
Do definitely be inspired by all those be-dazzlingly patriotic
soldiers; who altruistically laid their lives for their
motherland—smiling embraced the gallows of death so that their
mothersoil remained free—at the swish of a thumb,
Do definitely be inspired by all those amiably rustling trees; which
rendered their healing shade to the agonizingly dreary
traveler—wondrously cooled the atmosphere with their ravishing breeze;
even as the afternoon unsparingly tried to char their wholesome
existence,
Do definitely be inspired by all those vivaciously dancing rainbows;
which fomented inexhaustible chores of cheers from every discovering
mouth on the Universe—replenishing robotically devastating life with
splashes of tantalizingly reinvigorating color,
Do definitely be inspired by all those mellifluously tiny
nightingales; which punctuated each shade of vapidly deteriorating and
mundane existence—with the Omnipotent balm of benign sound,
Do definitely be inspired by all those indefatigably advancing
footsteps of truth; which didn't budge an inch from their course of
unparalleled righteousness—no matter how hard did the devil try to
lure them towards the seductresses of vindictively victimizing hell,
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Do definitely be inspired by all those citadels of honest solidarity;
which victoriously withstood even the ghastliest of attack on this
planet---united together in the strings of affable brotherhood,
Do definitely be inspired by all those jubilantly dazzling droplets of
sweat-- a ramification of the utmost anecdotes of perseverance;
wherein every organism started from the scratch in the scorching
heat—to leave a significant mark upon this planet,
Do definitely be inspired by all those poignantly undulating waves of
the ocean; which cast their unbreakably enchanting spell upon every
miserably harried fraternity of living kind; with every tiny sprinkle
of their heavenly froth,
Do definitely be inspired by all those benevolently twinkling stars;
which unassailably weaved a way towards philanthropically ultimate
success—even through the most dreadfully morose and blackened nights,
Do definitely be inspired by all those gorgeously golden waterfalls;
which insuperably recharged every deplorably dwindling pore of the
beleaguered body---transporting each organism to the ultimate levels
of unimaginable ecstasy,
Do definitely be inspired by all those chapters of marvelous
evolution; which spawned into infinite civilizations of fresh life and
enthralling emotion; under the impregnable fatherly roof of the open
sky,
Do definitely be inspired by all those geniuses of the undefeated
human brain; which created unbelievably masterpieces of art and
literature; out of sheer and limp nothingness,
But forever believe in; infallibly listen to; and only follow the
innermost voices and immortal beats of your very own Omnisciently
ubiquitous heart….
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O! how he wished and wished and wished…
Unfortunately, it was only his flagrantly dismantled dead body; that
brought people of all religions; caste; creed and color blissfully
together; clasping their palms in unison infront of the Almighty
Lord-for bountiful liberation of the bereaved soul,
Unfortunately, it was only his lividly fetid dead body; that brought
even the most squabbling of plunderers to the feet of the deceased;
beseeching solace for every hedonistically committed of their misdeed,
Unfortunately, it was only his forlornly silent dead body; that
inexhaustibly perpetuated even the most maniacally corporate and
robotic; to perceive beyond the dungeons of the commercial world,
Unfortunately, it was only his ghastily distorted dead body; that
evoked a cloudburst of torrential sympathy in even the cruelest of
heart; fomented the devil the weep just that once in his
entire-insensitively lunatic life,
Unfortunately, it was only his morbidly castrated dead body; that
spontaneously triggered a humanitarian helping attitude; with the
entire fathomless planet eternally wishing to exist under a singleton
roof,
Unfortunately, it was only his morosely unembellished dead body; that
made every living organism realize the true value of enigmatic life;
that very existence which it preposterously blew up; in inconspicuous
smoke; and relentlessly sardonic laughter,
Unfortunately, it was only his worthlessly decrepit dead body; that
made countless human pray in meek obeisance; asking the Omnipotent
Lord to condone them for their inadvertently committed sins of a past
and present life,
Unfortunately, it was only his shockingly still dead body; that
stirred an impregnable revolution in the most impotently dormant of
hearts; to collectively rise for the cause of justice; beheading even
the tiniest innuendo of the devil that dared come their way,
Unfortunately, it was only his pathetically paralyzed dead body; that
stringently provoked even the stingiest to come forward; magnanimously
donate for the garlands; funereal expenses; burial and haplessly left
behind kin,
Unfortunately, it was only his brutally pulverized dead body; that
churned the most immaculately truthful of poetry; perpetually equating
the good's and bad's of many an inexplicably infinite lifetime,
Unfortunately, it was only his immovably maimed dead body; that drove
the flock of the greatest lazy sleepers out of their beds; now
energized to contribute something for the betterment of society; with
the sense of shame ruling supreme over every ingredient of their
blood,
Unfortunately, it was only his bizarrely taciturn dead body; that
metamorphosed the parasitic arrogance in each footstep that tread on
soil; into a celestial leaf of everlastingly symbiotic humility,
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Unfortunately, it was only his incomprehensibly speechless dead body;
that fomented the pulse of existence; to beat solely for the heaven of
unassailably enamoring companionship,
Unfortunately, it was only his indelibly stagnating dead body; that
brought about infinite moments of pin-drop silence; amidst the heart
of devastatingly bombarding and abhorrent war,
Unfortunately, it was only his hopelessly jeopardized dead body; that
evolved an ambience of sheer urgency in the boundless atmosphere; that
none should ever succumb like a lifeless matchstick to the devil's
non-existent sword,
Unfortunately, it was only his unfathomably irreparable dead body;
that made the deliriously agnostic; believe every bit in the
miraculous and magnificent powers of the Omnisciently ameliorating
God,
Unfortunately, it was only his indiscriminately charred dead body;
that made man wholeheartedly embrace even the worst of his enemy; give
him shelter under his very own compassionate roof—in utter shock and
disbelief,
Unfortunately, it was only his unrecognizably damaged dead body; that
made emotionlessly maverick society; believe irrefutably and all the
more in the Omnipresent freshness of the new-born child—the timelessly
revitalizing chapters of life,
O! how he wished and wished and wished sitting there in heaven; that
even an iota of the above had happened when he was alive in soul;
conscious mind and physical form….
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My best friend's birthday…
The moment was to rejoice; to uninhibitedly forget the sorrows of a
lecherously non-existent past,
The moment was to distribute sweets and cookies of all shapes and
sizes; to far and distant across the fathomless living planet,
The moment was to culminate into a fountain of tantalizing freshness;
with a healing spray that magically caressed even the most minutest of
hearts,
The moment was to perpetuate every bit of savage blackness around;
with the rays of ecstatically newborn and unfettered hope,
The moment was to liberate from the sins of a morose past life;
gloriously expedite towards the Sun of a brand new tomorrow,
The moment was to have several rounds of heartiest congratulations and
best wishes all around; with tears of celestial happiness rolling down
the cheeks,
The moment was the most unassailably privileged one; one which had the
world waiting since so maddeningly long,
The moment was of a sole triumphant winner; with the entire
battlefield lying otherwise sordid; desolate; decrepit and dry,
The moment beckoned for time to ultimately stop; as happiness of such
a magnitude would never ever unfurl; and in such pulsating beats on
this planet,
Most importantly than anything else; the moment now was of my best
friends birthday; who not only called me "Friend" by formal
introduction; but considered me his best friend at each beat of
innermost soul and heart….
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The walls were my very best friends…
The walls were my very best friends; as I boisterously conversed with
them for hours immemorial; after the closest around me had turned a
deaf ear to even the most brilliant of achievements; some shunting me
due to lack of time; some shunting me brutally due to prejudice,
The walls were my very best friends; as I shared the most eccentric of
my secrets with their invincible hardness; b'cause if I did the same
with the society outside; it'd pounce and exploit me for my
deficiencies to the fullest; and till the last breath I exhaled,
The walls were my very best friends; as I adorned them with an
infinite lines of spell-binding poetry; after the actual girl whom I'd
written them for; preposterously ridiculed it and torched it alive,
The walls were my very best friends; as I banged my fists and legs
against them an infinite times; after the pangs of livid isolation and
worldly subterfuge; had thwarted me beyond any conceivable realm of
sanctity,
The walls were my very best friends; as I unabashedly wept the most
intricate woes of my heart against their impregnable stoicism; after
my cherished near and dear; labeled me as only an emotional fool for
the heartfelt moisture in my eyes,
The walls were my very best friends; as I sang a countless tunes of
peace; towards their united oneness; after all I was coerced to do by
my relatives; was work from 9 to 9 like a robot; in the malicious
corporate world outside,
The walls were my very best friends; as they altruistically saw me for
what I originally was and born; and not for money; status;
sanctimonious position in the society that I'd vapidly attained,
The walls were my very best friends; as I made compassionate love to
them tracing even the obscurest of their contours with my roving
fingers; after all that emanated from the eyes of my own beloved; was
nothing else but venomous abuse,
The walls were my very best friends; as they blissfully sheltered even
the most evanescent of my shadow and desire; after all that blew
outside was acrimonious wisps of smoke and pugnacious war,
The walls were my very best friends; as I wholesomely leaned upon them
whilst eating my food; sleeping and tingling adventure; after the
natural environment; trees and wildlife; were satanically bombarded by
materialistic man outside,
The walls were my very best friends; as I uninhibitedly perpetuated
them with my footprints; thumbprints and veritable signatures; after
no other parchment of paper or space on this parasitic earth; was
ready to accept them,
The walls were my very best friends; as I poignantly deciphered every
intricate thread of my past in their fathomless recesses and darkness;
after my own blood indefatigably advised me to massacre all emotions;
and turn murderously practical,
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The walls were my very best friends; as I embraced them wholeheartedly
like a child embracing its mother; finding undefeated compassion in
their egalitarian chest; after no-one else in the world dared touch my
body; grievously afflicted with hiv-aids,
The walls were my very best friends; as I proclaimed even the most
hidden fantasy of my heart fearlessly infront of them; after the
planet outside had hedonistically trounced me as a worthless imbecile,
The walls were my very best friends; as my paintbrush treated them as
the ultimate canvas of life; inexhaustibly permeating them with
poignantly vivacious color; after my own envious kin wanted my fingers
to be cut in broad daylight,
The walls were my very best friends; as I exercised against them for
unceasing minutes of the day and night; toning each dormant muscle of
my body to face the ghastliest of traitors; after every ingredient of
the world outside had become the blackness of treacherous war,
The walls were my very best friends; as I sought unparalleled
inspiration looking at their unshakable periphery; even in the
fiercest maelstrom and rain; after every organism in this manipulative
world today trying to endlessly pin me down,
The walls were my very best friends; ardently listening to each of my
passionately throbbing heartbeats; after all that the alien globe gave
them; was an unsurpassable graveyard of licentious betrayal,
The walls were my very best friends; unnervingly allowing me to
ecstatically breathe down their naked nape; after my own revered
beloved; discarded me disdainfully like reproachful shit; declaring my
breath as foul….
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Death-- The Greatest Equalizer….
Death was the greatest pacifier; after which every thwarted desire of
the physical form; wonderfully evaporated and became a mist of
celestially everlasting solitude,
Death was the greatest purifier; after which even the most evanescent
ounce of the inevitably sinful body; wholesomely dissolved to
perennially blend with the holy natural soil and atmosphere,
Death was the greatest fantasizer; after which each impoverished
element of the soul unabashedly fantasized in an infinite directions;
without the tiniest of tensions or frustrations of manipulatively
castrated life,
Death was the greatest immortalizer; after which every good and
Samaritan deed of living being; was idolized and gave strength to
existing man to conquer all evil; till times immemorial,
Death was the greatest synthesizer; after which even the most ethereal
trace of ghoulish imbalance in the body; settled and whispered in
exuberant unison towards every new face of captivating dawn,
Death was the greatest symbolizer; after which each entity became an
institution in its very ownself; for whatever good or bad it'd
achieved; in the tenure of its otherwise unendingly aspiring life,
Death was the greatest realizer; after which man was able to
holistically imbibe his true identity on planet earth; as he
unavoidably crumbled like a fence of matchsticks; infront of the
Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Death was the greatest neutralizer; after which even the most
invisible insinuation of positivity and negativity; was made
articulately same on the plane of sheer and vapid nothingness,
Death was the greatest rationalizer; paving open the way; to the
miraculously untiring chapters of bountiful life and extinction; being
the most impregnable focal point upon which the Universe rotated,
Death was the greatest nullifier; bringing living kind to absolute
ground zero-after it'd achieved the most inimitable of heights;
thereby once again inspiring a whole new chapter of rejuvenating
existence,
Death was the greatest fortifier; royally melanging every amiable
spirit on this earth; into one unassailably epitomizing wall of
silence; which not even the fiercest of wars fought on globe could
ever pervade,
Death was the greatest womanizer; after which the haplessly divested
spirit of worldly life; easily entered and left the most beautiful
maidens upon this earth; without causing the slightest of stir or
perceivable scratch,
Death was the greatest desensitizer; after which even the most
hideously uncouth bombarding to the physical form; the most
inexplicable agony to the heart; seemed like a paradise of poignantly
virgin roses,
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Death was the greatest socializer; after which endless communities
after communities; the greatest of friends and foes; all assembled
together to unanimously pray for the peaceful liberation of the soul,
Death was the greatest randomizer; eccentrically selecting a living
organism of any shape; size; color; status; age; anytime in its
completely and irrefutably unchallengeable swirl,
Death was the greatest energizer; suddenly granting those wings of
uninhibitedness to the deliriously incarcerated soul; to ebulliently
circle round the planet a countless number of times,
Death was the greatest sermonizer; automatically inculcating a
boundless values and significance about the chapters of priceless
breath and existence; as it timelessly stared down every eyeball; be
it newborn or staggeringly old,
Death was the greatest revitalizer; after which the trajectory of
enamoring earth witnessed life in its most pristinely effulgent form
once again; as the indefatigable imprints of the Omnipresent lord;
blossomed in some or the other form of life; once again,
And death was; is and shall ever remain as the greatest Equalizer;
after which-- the richest and the poorest—the tallest and the
shortest—the brightest and the darkest---the strongest and the
weakest—the blessed and the maimed—the sighted and the
sightless---every single organism of God created with breath on this
ever-pervading planet; at last found their true identity as united and
one; beneath the deserted and lackluster patch of graveyard soil…
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My forever single droplet of sweat…
Not just an inconspicuous droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
unabashedly vivacious sensuality; which was the very source of every
ounce of ardor wondrously running through each of my veins,
Not just an infinitesimal droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
inimitably unparalleled virility; the inferno of untamed desire that
sprouted bounteously from every pore of my skin,
Not just an invisible droplet; but an unlimited measure of my profound
amiability; my infinite longing to blissfully mélange and embrace
every symbiotic form of god's living kind,
Not just a mercurial droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
pricelessly invincible truth; the gloriously impeccable reflection of
my soul; which was as pristine as the melting of the first snow,
Not just an insipid droplet; but an unlimited measure of my extremely
poignant sensitivity; as the color of my skin and soul dramatically
changed; to even the most obfuscated of whisper and tune,
Not just a disappearing droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
ardently unexplored energy; which proliferated like an undying volcano
of compassion; at every single stage of the vibrantly unfurling day,
Not just an impoverished droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
fearless honesty; the righteous fulmination of every element of
goodness that lingered left; right and center; in my body and in my
soul,
Not just a fugitive droplet; but an unlimited measure of my peerless
conviction; the unrelenting desire to reach the absolute zenith of
goodness; overtopping every ingredient of devil that dared came my
way,
Not just a orphaned droplet; but an unlimited measure of my fragrant
perseverance; the untiring hours of my life under the fiercest of Sun;
that had been spent in order to corroborate my identity,
Not just a senseless droplet; but an unlimited measure of my unbridled
poetic imagery; those infinite moments of angst that had so royally
brought out the purest imagination from the innermost realms of my
soul,
Not just a maimed droplet; but an unlimited measure of my never-dying
spirit towards the chapter of existence; as each instant rolled
forward to give birth to a triumphantly godly dawn of newness,
Not just a nonsensical droplet; but an unlimited measure of my true
potential to conquer every obstacle in my life; the unflinching
tenacity in my bones to trample over a corpse of lies; in my eternal
quest for truth,
Not just a wastrel droplet; but an unlimited measure of my unshakable
effervescence; the intrinsic urge to gallop forward in inscrutable
life; even under the most atrocious whiplash of jinxed destiny,
Not just a fetid droplet; but an unlimited measure of my ability to
righteously and symbiotically survive; even when brutally enshrouded
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by the most hideously devouring pack of wolves,
Not just an amorphous droplet; but an unlimited measure of my tireless
imagination; which undyingly kept the mystical turbulence alive; in
even the most dormant pores of my skin,
Not just an evanescent droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
intricate personality; the boundless vacillations of moods that even
the tiniest of my nerves; inevitably underwent,
Not just an imperturbable droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
inborn artistry; the uncanniness galore in every organ of my body; to
evolve a paradise of beauty; out of barbarously lame nothingness,
Not just a miserly droplet; but an unlimited measure of my rivers of
everlasting love; which delectably oozed out every unveiling instant
of the day and night; at the sight of my immortal beloved,
Was my wonderfully enamoring; and forever single; DROPLET OF SWEAT….
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Death-The Absolute King of Optimism…
Wasn't it only because of the fear of ghoulishly crucifying death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most ultimate of king; relished every puff of free
air in the colossal atmosphere?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of tumultuously asphyxiating death
-inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most brazen tip of the mountain; wholesomely
letting the waves of titillating adventure whistle past your aroused
skin?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of deliriously estranged death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most euphoric waves of the ocean; profoundly
exhilarated by the spray of magical existence?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of barbarously silencing death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most poignant shades of the scarlet rose; letting
the flavor of creation forever reign supreme in every single
ingredient of your blood?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of truculently unsparing death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most extremely aroused particles of rain-soaked
soil; letting a perennial festoon of sensuality timelessly drift from
each of your veins?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of cold-bloodedly sacrilegious
death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant
of your life like the most exultated streak of thunder; profusely
drowning even the most insouciant of your nerve into the unparalleled
roar of life?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of indescribably torturous death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most passionate shade of the rainbow; feeling the
unconquerable enlightenment of breath even on severest maniacally
depressed day?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of hideously massacring death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most virile layer of the seed; royally
proliferating into infinite more of your kind; so that life in your
reflection palpitated; even after you died?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of painstakingly divesting death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most everlasting kiss of the lips; trying to suckle
every ounce of sweetness from the rhapsodically mesmerizing belly of
earth?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of diabolically baseless death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
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your life like the most perpetuating sting of the bumble bee; trying
to infiltrate your inimitable sting into every single quarter of the
Universe?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of sadistically penalizing death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most everlasting tune of the nightingale;
perpetually trying to blend the innermost tune of your soul; with
every bit of goodness in the atmosphere?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of deplorably shattering death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most ecstatic roar of the lion; trying to overpower
even the most infidel insinuation of the devil; at every step that you
tread?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of tawdrily uncouth death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most tantalizing backdrop of the night; handsomely
stirring the seduction of a boundless lifetimes within your
impoverished skin and soul?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of cannibalistically castigating
death- inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant
of your life like the most blazing pinnacle of the Sun; interminably
glowing in the invincibly flaming passion of existence?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of horrifically impotent death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most endless treasuries of opulence; groping to
assimilate the very best of everything; on the trajectory of this
fathomless Universe?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of morbidly wretched
death-inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant
of your life like the most enigmatic chirps of the forest; fervently
wanting to tingle each impoverished bone of yours; with the undefeated
pulse of creation?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of sinfully devastating death-
inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant of
your life like the most immortal scent of a lover; trying to savor
every single ounce of compassion and friendship; existing as one on
this gigantic planet?
Wasn't it only because of the fear of irrevocably wounding
death—inevitably approaching you anytime; that you lived each instant
of your life like the most victoriously scintillating of star;
unstoppably triumphing over even the most criminal shades of blackness
and despair?
Then how the hell could you christen death as 'Pessimistic' ,
'Negative' and the sorts; when it was infact the absolute King of
Optimism; the very best; beautiful; bountiful and inevitable
blackness; that relentlessly inspired you forward in the chapter of
inscrutable life…
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WITH GREAT POWER
With great joy; comes the great spirit of uninhibited
sharing,
With great strength; comes the great virtue of
fighting the treacherously evil,
With great height; comes the great deed of escalating
traumatized mankind to the ultimate summit,
With great speed; comes the great act of carrying the
profoundly maimed,
With great sight; comes the great perception of
becoming the eyes in perilously sinister darkness,
With great voice; comes the great feeling of speaking
for the irrevocably dumb,
With great complexion; comes the great fortitude of
harboring the hideously distorted,
With great destiny; comes the great character to
profusely illuminate the lives of helpless orphans,
With great heart; comes the great passion of bonding
immortal souls; separated by the lecherously satanic
society,
With great wealth; comes the great act of donating
philanthropically to God's suffering living kind,
With great knowledge; comes the great justice of
disseminating it sagaciously amongst brutally deprived
personalities,
With great fragrance; comes the great chivalry of
diffusing it to all those corners; pathetically
dwindling towards obnoxious extinction,
With great enthusiasm; comes the great ardor to
impregnate the same; in those mourning towards clouds
of desperation,
With great innocence; comes the great inspiration of
metamorphosing this manipulative planet; into an
immaculate child,
With great breath; comes the great vitality to instill
life in despondently solitary entities slithering
towards their graves,
With great artistry; comes the great essence of
propagating mesmerizing beauty on this globe; to
people thoroughly oblivious about chapters of mystical
existence,
With great brain; comes the great idea of making the
fathomless Universe; a better place to live in,
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With great fire; comes the great ability to
wholesomely devour the devil; in the swirl of
Omnipotently golden flames,
And with great Power; comes the great responsibility
of keeping the Almighty Lord's planet; just the way it
was; when he had marvelously evolved and perpetually
created it…….
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CRACK
In order to crack the enigmatic puzzle; I used the
most stupendously intricate arenas of my brain,
In order to crack the obdurate nut; I used the
astronomical tenacity of my teeth,
In order to crack the astoundingly gloomy silence; I
used my stringently piercing voice,
In order to crack the insurmountably hazy night; I
used my twin paired crystalline eyesight,
In order to crack spurious sadness ominously hovering
around; I used my amicably compassionate smile,
In order to crack the incorrigibly bellicose brick; I
used my fists plummeting like a thunderbolt; on its
wretched periphery,
In order to crack the astutely austere corporate
tycoon; I used frugal amounts of sly wit; circulating
more mystically than the clouds in my blood,
In order to crack the diabolically freezing evening; I
used my palms voraciously against the rocks; to
generate unsurpassable loads of seductive heat,
In order to crack utter hopelessness; I used the
invincible muscle impregnated euphorically in my
bones,
In order to crack the ingenious idea; I used my
inherent skill of profusely intense concentration,
In order to crack the yawn; I used my unfathomable
treasury of will power to rise up to the occasion of
pragmatic survival,
In order to crack inexplicably treacherous destiny; I
used my spirit of fathomless adventure to confront the
acrimonious world,
In order to crack pain; I used my lids to drink back
my prolifically dribbling river of traumatized tears,
In order to crack the bottle; I used my nails to
adroitly unleash the insurmountably serrated steel
cap,
In order to crack the pathway of horrendous dirt; I
used my royally sparkling pool of saliva,
In order to crack the majestically enchanting
painting; I used my adroitly slender conglomerate of
fingers,
In order to crack dismally mind boggling poverty; I
used all the wealth I had assimilated till date; in
the tenure of my short life,
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In order to crack the chapter of inevitably precious
existence; I used my exuberant mountain of Omnipotent
breath,
And in order to crack the love of my ultimate dreams;
I used the inner most realms of my passionately
thundering heart; which shot its beats infinite
kilometers above the sky; as each second unfurled
itself into the fabulously blossoming spectrum called
romance….
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START BEING CREATIVE
Creativity is a shadow that incessantly flutters;
changing its dimensions every unleashing second,
Creativity is something which is indefatigable;
proliferating to the most unprecedented limits as each
idea manifests,
Creativity is a milestone which always eludes; running
further and further away; just when you thought you'd
perpetually achieved it,
Creativity is a dream that could besiege you even
under the most sweltering rays of sunlight;
disappearing into infinitesimal wisps of
non-existence; as abruptly as it had come,
Creativity is an island that crops up like
thunderbolts of lightening; suddenly from amidst the
most remotest portions of clouds in the sky,
Creativity is a hunger which never subsides; remaining
disastrously famished; even after masticating the most
wonderful fruits on this earth,
Creativity is a flower which blossoms into infinite
petals every unveiling instant; endlessly shooting
towards the sky; even after its ultimate summit had
been reached,
Creativity is mesmerizing froth which kept you always
exuberant; wholesomely rejuvenating the most
pathetically dying nerves in your body,
Creativity is a fabulously voluptuous mirage that you
sighted even in the murkiest of light; enticing you in
its web of seductive unpredictability,
Creativity is a newly born infant; inexplicably
metamorphosing its patterns as each moment of the day
unleashed,
Creativity is a rainbow of multitudinal colors;
magnificently spreading its fragrance of newness in
every person whose life was engulfed with despicable
doom,
Creativity is an ocean of tumultuously undulating
waves; with each wave instantaneously reforming itself
to unsurpassable proportions; after clashing against
the conglomerate of treacherous rocks,
Creativity is the chapter of relentless procreation;
with each entity in the Universe giving birth to an
unrelenting myriad of trendsetting forms,
Creativity is the flamboyant Sun which forever glows;
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dissipating its festoon of grandiloquently exuberant
rays to every dying room; which badly needed it,
Creativity is an echo which reverberates till
eternity; tirelessly changing its pitch like the heart
of a passionately robust lover,
Creativity is the pulse of uncertainty; a sound
escalating higher than turbulent thunder and yet
remaining unheard,
Creativity is an insurmountably tantalizing
seductress; luring your entire countenance to realms
beyond the point of no control,
Creativity is an arrow which doesn’t kill; instead
harnesses ebulliently animated traces of sacrosanct
life; all the time,
Creativity is a road with incomprehensible number of
bifurcations; with each path leading to the most
beautiful gift called; Existence,
And most importantly Creativity is not exclusive; its
there hidden in all of you; So c'mon lets start
discovering it gorgeously priceless forms; infact the
time is now ripe enough to START BEING CREATIVE….
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NOT AT THE COST
I wanted to uninhibitedly laugh; but not at the cost
of someone else's precious tears,
I wanted to flirtatiously play; but not at the cost of
someone else's; sacred prayers,
I wanted to prolifically grow; but not at the cost of
incarcerating someone in behind the ominously
threatening prison bars,
I wanted to be exorbitantly rich; but not at the cost
of someone else's inevitable poverty,
I wanted to be fairer than the most grandiloquent
blanket of white ice; but not at the cost of someone
else's despairing blackness,
I wanted to be an irrefutably worshipped king; but not
at the cost of an someone maim on the streets,
I wanted to be a river which incessantly flowed; but
not at the cost
of a miserably devastated and bizarrely scorched
desert,
I wanted to be an overwhelmingly learned saint; but
not at the cost of someone disparagingly struggling;
who didn’t even know how to use his thumb,
I wanted to the most powerful entity on this Universe;
but not at the cost of someone dwindling towards
oblivion in unprecedented starvation,
I wanted to indefatigably travel in gorgeously golden
aircrafts; but not at the cost of someone walking
barefoot for infinite kilometers under the sweltering
Sun; without a penny in his pocket,
I wanted to emanate the most stupendously ravishing of
perfume ever conceived on this planet; but not at the
cost of someone rotting like pulverized tomatoes in the
treacherously sinister dungeon,
I wanted to be an avalanche of fabulously sweet sugar;
but not at the cost of acrimonious bitterness
profusely encapsulating someone's tongue,
I wanted to be the flamboyantly radiating Sun; but not
at the cost of someone living in perpetually
augmenting darkness,
I wanted to be the most seductively tantalizing dream
ever fantasized about on this planet; but not at the
cost of someone else's horrific nightmare,
I wanted to be an everlasting wave; inexorably aiming
for the absolute realms of mesmerizing sky; but not at
the cost of someone's despondently famished shores,
I wanted to be a rhapsodic mountain of poignantly
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tangy salt; but not at the cost of someone else's
abysmally raw wounds,
I wanted to be a hawk sighting the most infinitesimal
of object even in the heart of the dead night; but not
at the cost of someone else's tyrannically traumatized
blindness,
I wanted to the most passionate lover on this
boundlessly unsurpassable globe; but not at the cost
of someone else's brutally broken heart,
And I wanted to live till times unfathomable beyond
the shadows of existence; but not at the cost of
someone else's deliberately forceful death……..
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A WRITER IS NEVER UNEMPLOYED
A needle is never soft; pierces the elastic periphery
of the bombastically inflated balloon with a
thunderous bang,
A tree is never symmetrical; has branches of all
dimensions and sizes dangling from its severely
corrugated body,
A fire is never cold; sizzles the mockingly cold night
with its festoon of hostile of rays,
An ice is never solid; metamorphoses itself at
astounding speeds into a stream of cold water when
caressed by the slightest of heat,
A rose is never stinking; inundates the barren and
profoundly gloomy surrounding with the tantalizing
aroma wafting unequivocally from its crimson body,
A bird is never walking for long miles on the ground;
leans overwhelmingly on its pair of flamboyant wings
to impart it with that delectable flight,
A diamond is never dull; punctures the eyes of even
the blind with its glitter and scintillating shine,
A mushroom is never clean; extrudes disdainfully from
the jungle with tufts of incorrigible dirt; loose
specks of worm and deplorable soil,
A demon is never sweet; devours millions of innocent
in the swirl of its insatiable desire which never dies
or subsides,
A potbellied tortoise is never fast; crawls
painstakingly through the leafy meadows chewing grass;
while its counterparts execute several rounds of the
finishing line,
A man eater leopard is never vegetarian; has an
unrelenting zeal for flesh engulfing him every minute;
after once relishing the taste of human blood,
A frog is never beautiful; spending its entire life in
boundlessly deep interiors of the sordid well; having
its coat enveloped with garbage and obnoxious slime,
A scorpion is never innocuous; ardently awaiting to
strike its venomous fangs any minute into impetuously
innocent flesh wandering unsuspectingly,
A fired bullet is never harmless; as even though it
might miss its intended target; it nevertheless
ricochets against impeccable wildlife,
A Kangaroo is never slow; bounces several strides at a
time; even while harboring clusters of immaculate
babies in its bulging belly,
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A cow is never unholy; generates new life in all those
who consume its supremely sacrosanct and salubrious
milk,
A heart is never silent while it lives; palpitates
tumultuously inside the chest; increasing its pace to
unsurpassable limits after sighting the love of its
life,
A breath is never dry; besieges the atmosphere around
with Herculean loads of compassionate fervor; triggers
the body every minute to run and live,
A life is never disciplined; replete with ups and
downs that encompass an entity unsparingly every
second; irrespective of the color he possesses or the
religion he believes in,
A mother is never cruel to her child; no matter how
much the infant cries and kicks her incessantly with
its feet,
And a writer is never unemployed; although he might
not go to conventional office from 9 in the morning to
an exact 10 in the night; yet the fantasies he evolved
impregnated new hope and charm; in millions others who
monotonously survived….
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ENCHANTING PARADISE
Extracting out just a droplet from the boundless
ocean; won't make any difference at all to its
swirling and vivacious persona,
Pulling out just a fragment of mud from the gargantuan
body of the mountain; won't make any difference at all
to its marvelously towering summit,
Pilfering out just a million out of the entire
Government treasury; won't make any difference at all
to its stupendously large demeanor,
Gulping down just a cube ice from the entire snow
laden slope of the Himalayas; won't make any
difference at all to its mystically scintillating
persona,
Evacuating out just a flower from the entire garden of
captivating roses; won't make any difference at all to
its prolific growth and incredulously scented pride,
Plucking out just a pearl from the entire armory of
oysters sprawled in incongruous heaps around; won't
make any difference to its bombastic shine and
profound shimmer; illuminating the ghastly night,
Snatching just a morsel of salubrious vegetable from
the entire kitchen stashed abundantly with ravishing
food; won't make any difference to its robust
complexion and glowing health,
Tearing just a page out of the mammoth Bible; won't
make any difference to its sacrosanct visage; the
countless volumes of sacred verse epitomizing humanity
embedded within,
Barging into just one room out of the infinite
dwellings standing tall on the surface of this earth;
won't make any difference at all to living space; the
unsurpassable amount of abode's available for human
existence,
Grabbing just an hour from the entire day; won't make
any difference at all to the glory of time; the
innumerable hours and minutes that it was bifurcated
into,
Acquiring just a parchment of dictionary out of the
unprecedented large collection of books; won't make
any difference at all to the unending and spiraling
heap of literature; the billions of sagacious pages
intricately trapped inside,
Capturing just a diminutive flame out of the entire
conflagration of simmering twigs; won't make any
difference at all to the visage of blistering fire;
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the poignant fumes of euphoria it emanated all
throughout the night,
Hoisting just an inconspicuous knife out of the entire
battlefield strewn with supremely glistening swords;
won't make any difference at all to the spirit of
daunting belligerence; the essence of bravado
lingering predominantly all around,
Cutting just a serrated leaf out of the entire jungle
embodied with gigantic strands of foliage; won't make
any difference at all to the wilderness; the
mesmerizing outgrowths extruding from every corner,
Occupying just a fraction of the entire cosmic space;
won't make any difference at all to the countenance of
the Royal Sun; the blanket of resplendent stars
studded marvelously in every part of the sky,
Pouncing on just a moment of happiness out of the
entire laughter in this world; won't make any
difference at all to the virtue of smile; the mystical
and enigmatic charm enveloping it since times
immemorial,
Ripping apart just a flimsy chunk of cloth from the
entire showroom overwhelmed with gaudy clothing; won't
make any difference at all to the plethora of fluffy
cotton wool cascading from all sides,
Capturing a single ray of the blazing Sun God; won’t
make any difference at all to its omnipotent aura; the
tenacity with which it fumigated every nook and cranny
of this earth,
And possessing just a single heart out of this entire
Universe; loving just one girl out of the unlimited
that existed on this planet; won't make any difference
at all to the fervor of romance; the immortal strength
it inculcated in one and all,
However even if these tiny and inconspicuous little
things didn’t make the slightest of impact on any of
the animate world; they were definitely enough to
metamorphose my life from one of gloom and constant
despair; to ENCHANTING PARADISE…
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ARTISTS ARE NOT TAUGHT; THEY ARE BORN
The bird didn’t need to be taught how to catch fish;
its astounding ability to dive; its lanky beak and the
hunger in its dainty stomach; were simply enough
fodder to propel it to dip down; capsize the robust
meat in its mouth,
The dog didn’t need to be taught how to wag its tail;
its overwhelming urge to welcome its master; the
angular silhouette of its body; was simply enough for
it to move the stump of fur protruding from its back,
The clouds didn’t need to be taught how to rain; the
conglomerate of ominous black coalesced in harmony;
the fury fulminating inside; was simply enough fuel to
perpetuate themselves into gigantic droplets of
crystal water,
The cow didn’t need to be taught how to feed her calf;
the river of milk oozing from her teats; her famished
child nestling close to her body; was simply enough
for her to satisfy her baby,
The rose didn’t need to be taught how to give scent;
the coalition of redolent red petals embodied in its
visage; the scores of humming bees kissing its stalk;
were simply enough for it to blossom and emanate its
blissful fragrance,
The child didn’t need to be taught how to walk; the
unrelenting urge in him to reach his mother; an
uncanny desire burning within him to explore the
outside world; was simply enough to rise him on his
feet; gallop with long strides and run,
The fish didn’t need to be taught how to swim; having
seen nothing but water since their birth; swirling
waves of the sea as their perennial companion; was
simply enough for them to slither their delectable
bodies and mystically weave their way forward,
The Lion didn’t need to be taught how to hunt; the
inexorable gluttony of his stomach; a blood curling
desire incarcerated in his flamboyant eyes; was simply
enough to make him thunderously growl; run at
lightening speeds towards the throat of its prey,
The spider didn’t need to be taught how to spin her
web; the sea of slimy juice extruding from her
tentacles; a furtive desire to be shielded from the
acrimonious Sun and the world; were simply enough for
it to clamber up the ceiling and spin its home within
seconds,
The cat didn’t need to be taught how to catch mice;
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its clusters of hostile needle teeth; the sense of
uncanny adventure lingering profoundly in its hazel
eyes; were simply enough for it to pounce on the
diminutive rat and rip it apart into soft balls of
meat,
The skin didn’t need to be taught how to sweat;
sweltering rays of the dazzling Sun; an overwhelmingly
hard day of work without sitting even a minute on the
ground; was simply enough for it to evolve rivers
replete with golden perspiration,
The peacock didn’t need to be taught how to dance;
incessant showers of water cascading in torrents from
the sky; an ambience completely enveloped by
voluptuous enchantment; was simply enough for it to
spread its wings to a full plumage and sway,
The beggar didn’t need to be taught how to beg;
insatiable pangs of hunger imploding more fierce than
a volcano in his stomach; every iota of blood
virtually evaporating from his veins; was simply
enough to make him open his mouth incoherently and
wail for alms,
The scorpion didn’t need to be taught how to sting;
having spent its entire life besieged with ghastly
reptile and ominous wildlife; a splendidly curved tail
inundated supremely with lethal poison; was simply
enough for it to spread its face into a sneering grin
and venomously strike the sleeping rabbit,
The donkey didn’t need to be taught how to kick;
gruesome loads of sand laden on its tender body; with
almost every entity transgressing it making it a point
to ridicule it to ultimate limits; was simply enough
for it to swish its tail and feet in raw indignation,
The lizard didn’t need to be taught how to gobble
insects; its enormously slender tongue; the
incredulous ability in its fleet footed legs to climb
on any wall; was simply enough for it to furtively
approach its prey from behind; devour it in a fraction
of a second; before the poor worm even new it was
born,
The pair of Man and Woman didn’t need to be taught how
to procreate their progeny; the inexorable whirlpool
of desire circulating rampantly in their bodies; the
glimmer of invincible hope floating in their eyes to
have somebody resembling themselves in entirety; was
simply enough for them to blend in the aisles of
passionate love and give birth to their offspring,
The Omniscient Creator didn’t need to be taught how to
govern this earth; his omnipresent presence throbbing
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loudly in every heart; the supernatural power he
possessed of creating more than a million for every
soul lost; was simply enough for him to sit on the
throne of this planet; and rule it as the ultimate
king for times immemorial,
And an artist didn’t need to be taught how to paint;
draw; write; sing; dance; etc….; the indefatigable
reservoir of innovation multiplying every instant in
the corridors of his brain; the unsurpassable euphoria
he experienced in creating marvels out of abstract
forms; was simply enough for him to lift the pen;
assimilate the entire world in just a piece of naked
paper; make the whole Universe of his dreams actually
come alive in just a single line; he enigmatically
uttered….
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AUDACIOUSLY DARE
Only he who knows how to adeptly rebuild the castle
perfectly; blending cement; concrete and glass in
commensurate proportions; can audaciously dare trample
over and break it,
Only he who knows how to dexterously re-stitch the
exquisite fabric; weave majestic cloth out of bland
tufts of cotton; can audaciously dare to tear it,
Only he who knows how to expertly remold the
intricately enigmatic jigsaw puzzle; can audaciously
dare to dismantle it,
Only he who knows how to prolifically write infinite
numbers of pages; inundate barren fragments of paper
with multiple alphabets within seconds; can
audaciously dare to rip it apart and dispose it,
Only he who knows how to enchantingly sing; capturing
the entire Universe with his mesmerizing voice; can
audaciously dare to stop all conversation; stop each
voice from flowing,
Only he who knows how to run; conquer invincible
summits of the mountain taking boundless strides at a
time; can audaciously dare to sleep when the entire
world around him slogged and worked,
Only he who knows how to adroitly mend the car brakes;
blend them back to perfection within split seconds of
time; can audaciously dare to snap them,
Only he who knows how to voraciously swim; wade his
way across the most stormy waters and ferociously
swirling sea; can audaciously dare to sink to its rock
bottom,
Only he who knows how to appreciate even the most
minuscule of beauty hovering around in the cosmos; had
the incomprehensible power to envisage and perceive
the most tantalizing sights that ever existed on this
earth close eyed; can audaciously dare to pierce his
eyes and go pathetically blind,
Only he who knows how to clean the entire room;
annihilate even the most infinitesimal trace of dirt
adhering to the walls; can audaciously dare to dirty
it,
Only he who knows how to make strangers laugh within
seconds; foment them to thunderously chortle at even
the smallest joke of his; can audaciously dare to make
them cry,
Only he who knows how to stare unrelentingly looking
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into the heart of the fiery Sun; profoundly admiring
its poignant tenacity; can audaciously dare to blink
without control,
Only he who knows how to attract any female towards
him without the slightest of effort; foment her to
love him by merely looking into her eyes; can
audaciously dare to betray her,
Only he who knows how to grow countless number of
trees; producing tons of salubrious grains round the
year from the field mingling raw seeds in robust soil;
can audaciously dare to chop one with the axe,
Only he who knows how to meditate incessantly;
profusely concentrating on the deity of sacrosanct
God; communicating with him whenever he wanted to; can
audaciously dare to shout with the satanic devil;
every hour after the onset of midnight,
Only he who knows how to convince every entity with
the eloquent power of his speech; propagate the
message of unfathomable truth and peace ubiquitously
all around the Globe; can audaciously dare to speak a
string of blatant lies,
Only he who knows how to miraculously heal the body of
the most inexplicable of ailment; grant reprieve to
the miserably afflicted by the mere caress of his
Omnipotent palms; can audaciously dare of poisoning
it,
Only he who knows how to recreate the entire planet;
by merely opening diminutive portions of his
Omniscient mouth; can audaciously dare of completely
destroying it,
And only he who knows how to impart new life;
procreate millions by the Omnipresent power engulfing
his visage; can audaciously dare of abruptly ending it
entirely and snatching it…
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DIFFERENT DESTINIES
The color of his eyes was exactly the same as mine;
tawny brown fluttering mischievously towards the
majestic Moon,
The strength in his arms was exactly the same as in
mine; Herculean muscle bulging prominently from
beneath ruffled cloth,
The number of teeth in his mouth were exactly the same
as mine; with the hideous assembly of molars and
canines ready to masticate food within split seconds
of time,
The scent of his perspiration was exactly the same as
mine; tantalizingly obnoxious under austerely acerbic
rays of the Sun,
The shape of his nose was exactly the same as mine;
protruding like a pecking falcon straight as an arrow
towards the ceiling,
The height which he possessed was exactly the same as
mine; having to slouch a trifle as much as I did; when
he tried to enter the nocturnal bedroom,
The weight he had on his visage was exactly the same
as mine; blessed with an insatiable urge to gobble the
same food items as I did with stupendous taste and
relish,
The shades of his hair were exactly the same as mine;
streaks of pugnacious red nictitating somberly with
the dainty draughts of wind; captivating the attention
of every damsel wandering in town,
The periphery of his lips was exactly the same as
mine; voluptuously luscious pink; emanating the same
spurts of raunchy laughter as I did,
The armory of his eyelashes were exactly the same as
mine; drooping down to the same angle; flirtatiously
winking at every maiden; as much as mine did,
The cadence in his voice was exactly the same as mine;
delectably rising and falling with every word that he
uttered; every song that he melodiously sang,
The size of his shoe was exactly the same as mine;
occupying the same diminutive amount of space on
earth; as much as mine did,
The alignment of his backbone was exactly the same as
mine; experiencing the same agony as I did after a
tumultuously onerous days work; running like a bull to
the masters commands,
The clothes that he wore were exactly the same as
mine; with his overwhelming fancy of adorning sleazy
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silver chains; bizarrely tattooing his chest; as much
as mine,
The number of hair that grew on his body were exactly
the same as mine; with a slightly more density on the
back of the palm than on the entire skeleton,
The speed at which blood gushed through his veins was
exactly the same as mine; generating the same euphoria
and exultation; as mine did every midnight,
The habits which he executed were exactly the same as
mine; with his penchant for staring relentlessly into
azure bits of sky; as poignant as mine,
Even the texture of his palm were exactly the same as
mine; with innumerable bifurcations and handsome forks
replicating my hand in astonishing similarity,
Infact we were born the same second on this earth as
identical twins; with 99% of the people having
difficulties recognizing us scattered in the crowd,
And yet today he was the President who ruled the
entire nation on his fingertips; while I was an
abysmally impoverished beggar screaming discordantly
on the shivering streets for alms; because of the
simple reason that we were similar to each other in
every respect from big head to tiny toe; but
inevitably had DIFFERENT DESTINIES…
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KEEP ME SATISFIED
If you starved me to unprecedented limits; then I
would inadvertently attempt to pilfer morsels of food
from my neighbor's plate,
If you kept scorched me beyond the point of no
control; then I would poke out my tongue unknowingly
in the mayor's tap; which was leaking water,
If you created me as black as charcoal; with
disdainful boils of infection creeping on every inch
of my skin; then I would stretch my palms ominously;
in an attempt to snatch fair flesh from the princess,
If you made me squint eyed; then I would stare
unrelentingly at all plebeians passing; with fantasies
revolving rampantly in my mind to grab their eyes,
If you threw me on the street naked in the freezing
cold; then I would run helter-skelter in desperation
to steal every business tycoon's clothes,
If you crippled me in an accident; rendering me to
spend the remainder of my life on a dilapidated
wheelchair; then I would greedily slaver in my tongue;
the instants I saw robust complexioned legs marching
towards victory,
If you caused me to stammer; stuttering at virtually
every word that diffused from my mouth; then I would
be engulfed by hideous thoughts of switching my tongue
with a professional singer; all day,
If you made me stone deaf; with the most tumultuous of
volcano's failing to make any impact on my sleep; then
I would try and hamper every single individual from
opening his mouth,
If you made me mentally retarded; with my brain not
even being able to distinguish between a dog and a
man; then I would pelt stones at every car I
encountered; smashing the windshield glass into
infinite pieces,
If you forced me to sleep on a bed of hostile thorns;
then I would stealthily enter the King's palace; to
take away his golden pillow,
If you made me walk barefoot on a road strewn with
abhorrent filth and dirt; then I would steal every
shoe loitering aimlessly outside the temple; to
protect my bleeding toes,
If you inundated my nose with a fetid stench of blood
the entire day; then I would ruthlessly chop every
rose from the soil; to appease my senses with its
enamoring scent,
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If you deprived me of education; leaving me to bear
the taunts of the acrimonious society; then I would
resort to illegitimate means of earning money; simply
to show the world that they were wrong; silencing
their mouths forever,
If you orphaned me in my childhood; never giving me
the comfort of nestling in my mothers arms; then I
would become a prey to bad habits; with nobody to
prudently guide me and illuminate the path of my life,
If you didn’t give me space to dig the grave of my
cherished ones; then I would extricate the coffin of
the pretentious priest; to bury my uncle instead,
If you didn’t let me consolidate a single of my
dreams; then I would philander without any purpose;
simply being a nuisance to the society,
If you didn’t give me a right to live; blissfully
exist on this earth lost in the world of my passionate
fantasy; then I would fight valiantly for my
existence; to enjoy the source of my moist breath
trickle down my nostrils,
If you uncouthly snatched away my beloved from my
life; leaving me deserted with lifeless tears of blood
dribbling down my cheek; then I would go mentally
insane; perhaps assassinate everyone whom I came in
proximity; before meeting my own end,
Therefore O! lord; this is my humble plea to you; for
today and for several more years of my life to unveil;
bless me with whatever I want so that I can lead life
helping other humans; or let me instead pray to you
to, "KEEP ME SATISFIED"
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YOU WERE MY ONLY HUMAN
The whole world is a swirling ocean; while you were my comforting
shore,
The whole world is the hostile island of sun; while you were my
brilliant
rays,
The whole world is an uncivilized jungle; while you were my
majestically
roaring lion,
The whole world is a treacherous mountain; while you were my towering
peak,
The whole world is a colossal patch of barren sky; while you were my
rain
bearing cloud,
The whole world is a pugnacious battlefield; while you were my
cherished
victory,
The whole world is a garden with wild weeds; while you were my
perennialy
blossoming rose,
The whole world is a rampantly spread beehive; while you were my
delectable
and sweet nectar,
The whole world is gargantuan ship; while you were my valiant captain,
The whole world is a lifeless body on the verge of dying; while you
were my
precious and passionate breath,
The whole world is volumes of books embedded with boring literature;
while
you were the line that evolved my creativity,
The whole world is an enigmatic puzzle; while you were my 100%
solution,
The whole world is a river of gloomy tears; while you were my
everlasting
smile,
The whole world is perpetually blind; while you were my mesmerizing
vision,
The whole world is a violent abuse; while you were my stupendously
enchanting song,
The whole world is an arid desert; while you were my sweet spring of
bubbling water,
The whole world is licentious desire; while you were my sacrosanct
mosque,
The whole world is crisp notes of pretentious currency; while you were
my
checkbook,
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The whole world is a cannibalistic vulture; while you were my royal and
princely feather,
The whole world is a stubborn lock; while you were my dainty and
intricate
key,
The whole world is a devastating infection; while you were my immortal
source of potent medication,
And the whole world is a blood sucking leech; while you were my only
human…
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THE MIDAS TOUCH
WHEN I WANT IT the most,
I feel the most deprived.
When I like it the most,
It just fades into oblivion.
When I feel it the most,
It stabs me like thousand burnt needles.
When I dig deep for treasure,
It buries itself to unsurpassable heights.
When I stare into space,
It shoots missiles of polluted dust.
When I eat scarlet apple pies,
They turn into pieces of hard stone.
When I drive my dream Mitsubishi,
The twin rubber brakes snap into two.
When I sit on a racehorse,
It kicks like a donkey kissed with cigarette but.
When I plunge into still water,
An outburst of icy waves drown me down.
When I climb seemingly harmless barbed wire,
It spits electric sparks of bare current.
When I flex my voice for impression,
It blurts out discordant notes of music.
When I sip volumes of frosty milk,
It turns to fermented yellow sour cream.
When I run with the wind,
Showers of rain and chill, come pouring down.
When I kneel down on the satiny mattress,
Fluffs of cotton leak out in frenzy.
When I hand glide into deep valleys,
A barricade of sharp rock, causes me to nose dive.
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When I sail in a luxury liner,
Water floods into cabin compartments.
When I try gesticulating for help,
My hands get trapped with spasmodic paralysis.
And when finally I feel like sobbing hysterically,
Arrays of tear ducts get blocked.
That’s what I call folks,
The one and only my kind of Midas Touch…
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BIRD'S EYE VIEW
PURE BLOOD CIRCULATING froze midway in my veins,
My heart throbbed 10 beats faster,
Dormant regions of ecstasy catapulted to dizzy
heights,
And I moaned rhythmically in sheer disbelief.
Palatial mansions appeared as jewelry boxes,
stone towers I sighted as lead tipped pencil,
steel bridges with tied rope looked as tapered candy,
the golden clock building resembled toy watches kept
on showroom mantelpiece,
a string of snow clad mountains looked like inverted
coffee mugs coated with
crushed sugar,
the mighty blue ocean was visible as a tiny patch of
pond water,
silver sands of the desert were projected as a few
acres of unploughed farm
land,
broad streets of the city struck my view as a bunch of
crisscrossed
matchsticks,
sprawling kilometers of lush green grass was what I
could describe as a tiny
patch of kitchen garden,
gigantic tall pine trees duplicated podded plants with
fresh shoot of leaves,
slender nosed cars replicated prototype models kept
open for sale,
infinitely elongated stretches of cable wire resembled
thin strands of human
hair,
colossal mass of thunder clouds was stunningly close,
the fire ball of sun seemed a few feet above my head,
passing jet crafts whizzed past at arm lengths from my
body,
As I stared down in dumbfounded delight, open mouthed
consternation,
from the hundredth floor of the Empire
State Building.
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BOMB BLAST
THE KIDS SOMERSAULTED on the carpet green grass,
digging holes in fresh mud with plastic spade,
Whirling flying saucers that went whizzing past the
blueberry tree,
Yelling at full capacity of lung whilst playing games
of red Indian.
The housewife bustled through interiors of the
kitchen,
Singing favorite notes of Egyptian music,
Chopping pieces of meat with immaculate ease,
Dispatching rotten eggs to safe enclosures of the
dustbin,
Preparing appetizing meals of corn with slices of cold
meat.
He had reason to be a proud man,
Years of strife before he climbed the ladders of
success,
Now bestowed with a blissful little family,
He paced through corridors of the large balcony with
the newly born child in his
arms.
All seemed to be going well,
He seemed to have struck a balance between work and
perennial fortune,
Before he attended the shrill ringing of the punch
button telephone,
A hoarse voice croaked, then burst into guffaws of
laughter,
Informing him of death fast approaching,
As several bombs were activated in the red sedan,
Which now sped out of the driveway, carrying his twin
children and wife.
He ran like never before, screamed at the top of his
nerve wrecked voice,
Tall legs transporting him outside in flash seconds of
time,
But for once destiny had played a cruel joke,
There occurred an earth shattering explosion,
Amber balls of fire emanated with smoke,
Pieces of car seat plummeted high in the sky,
The car spun several revolutions before settling on
the ground,
He ran to the scene with premature tears welling up
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his eyes,
To witness the carcass of his family,
Triggered by the brutally inhuman Bomb blast
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BEAUTY IN PURE CANDLELIGHT
A HARD BLACK thread projected few inches,
from the slender body of green complexioned wax,
standing tall and handsome in hollow cavities of
curved metal,
firmly riveted to base in a pool of solidified liquid,
swaying mildly in the stormy wind,
blowing with full tenacity from the partially opened
window crack,
oozing molten tears every passing second,
as amber flames licked its soft periphery,
diminishing in stature as time zipped in the wall
clock,
beautifying the murky dull persona of the winter
night,
providing paltry amounts of warm waves,
reinforcing frozen pores of skin with temperate heat,
the black wick thread now burnt in full light,
flooding the pitch dark room with galleries of pure
candlelight.
I loved her as much as I feared to die,
she was all that life could ever offer me,
her laugh was as fresh as the new petals blossoming at
dawn,
her body sparkled as the dewdrops born from the
sweating grass,
Alas! she was no more inhabiting this room,
a tragic accident had snatched her far away from
realms of this earth,
her enchanting whispers still flooded my eardrum,
I could envisage her fascinating smile all day,
her petite footsteps echoed in my dreams,
she now existed purely in my memories,
and looked more blissful than ever in the glowing
flames of my light green
candle stick.
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PEACEFUL FRIEND
A DOG IS an animal of peace and love,
He is adolescent and tough.
He has his ears cocked high up in the air,
His feet are locked in mystery's grace,
He disappears around without a trace.
His indignant eyeballs are lovely brown,
Which depict the splendor of his hometown.
His body is well muscled, his cheeks jutting out,
as he prepares himself for the final bout.
His silky whiskers are well pruned and sturdy,
They can withstand the inevitable heat of summer,
They get geared up for a lot to come.
He has teeth as sharp as a mouse,
He has this uncanny ability to find himself a
fulfilling spouse.
He has his tail endowed to him by nature,
Which shakes and wags vociferously at instant of joy,
But shrinks in fear at sights of a wicked boy.
His square and robust head ultimates to express
itself,
His stomach hungry to human grace.
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THE OBLIVIOUS DESERT
THE BROWN CRUSTY surface of the desert soil,
Can always be ploughed by hard turmoil.
There is an outburst of an hurricane,
That invades the privacy of the old dame.
The sky is clouded with thick dark clouds,
Pelting drops of thunder rain cover the ground.
The farmer works, the bull cries loud,
For all they want is a rain yielding cloud.
The desert's shrub though green in color,
Will attract scores of rain yet to come,
For mere fulfillment of the empty drum.
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THE UNITED FAMILY
WATER LEVELS HAD dramatically receded,
The liquid had ceased to a mere trickle ceasing to
flow,
The blistering sun staring like a devil upon the
placid stream,
Truncating the persona of the jungle river to rivulets
containing paltry
water.
A crow hovering at low levels in the sky had a
brilliant brainwave,
He released a cluster of tiny pebbles from his
drooping beak,
Was instantly gratified at the inconsequential
increase in the level of
water.
The fur coated squirrel collected raw biscuit and
nuts,
Fed the same in the river; noting it swell by meager
fractions.
The serrated skin alligator; accumulated massive slabs
of stone in its jaw,
Deposited them diligently blending with the earlier
debris coagulated inside.
The wild striped zebra carried quantum loads of sand
on its back,
Lowered the same in sparse assemblage of water
slithering on the earth.
The long nosed elephant stashed a plethora of twigs
and rustic foliage in its
trunk,
Unleashing them in the river; witnessing its waters
rise stealthily.
The century old tortoise bore thin crumbs of bread on
its back,
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Tossing its frugal contribution with all its might
into the growing territory
of water.
The animals selflessly sacrificed their proud
possessions,
With even the red ants, spiders, and snakes devoting
their perpetual best.
And aftermath's of the sweat they shed were simply
stupendous,
The stingy persona of river now displayed a fresh
look,
Barren regions of land were inundated with surplus
water,
The level of liquid was far more than at the
threadbare beginning,
There was also an obstreperous chorus of voices which
flooded the air,
Emanating from the throats of animals; now bathing in
their self made river as a united family.
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FANTASY MEAL
FLESHY PULP OF juicy melon,
fresh green skin of elongated banana,
scarlet red complexion of sweet apple,
hard olive skull of coastal coconut,
oblong globules of violet grape fruit,
sliced chunks of peeled orange,
tetra walled legs of salted cucumber,
chopped pieces of marinated garlic,
reddish brown roots of unripened radish,
roasted body of sweet potato,
thick curry of churned tomato,
tender beanstalks of ladies finger,
pungent seedlings of green chili,
appetizing kernels of rusty walnut,
darkish yellow insides of hybrid mango,
cascading protein yolk from egg shell,
hollow ringed circles of sliced pineapple,
purplish bulge of heart shaped brinjal,
jointed sticks of sugarcane fiber,
miniscule pieces of chopped lemon,
an exact kilogram of green peas,
abundant supply of crimson plums,
all this blended with molten sugar,
with macro toppings of cheddar cheese,
stirred vigorously to edible proportions,
with wooden battens coated with mustard incense,
served royally on ornamental steel,
creating ravishing sensations in salivary buds,
eaten with a shining silver spoon,
remains the most fantasized meal,
for decades and times immemorial……
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FISHING IN MOONLIT JUNGLE
WILD BERRIES FELL down from the peach tree,
wide spanned eagles glided harmlessly across the moon,
menacing owl eyes stared fiendishly downward,
bushy squirrels clambered the rock with bustling
fervor,
olive green grasshoppers swished their tentacles,
stinging red ants dug small burrows in wet mud,
colored magpie birds sang a perfect sonnet,
lethal alligators swam clumsily through the
neighboring water,
sly foxes galloped at rollicking speeds,
the princely lion lurked stealthily in search of rich
prey,
huge brown spiders spun their webs in animation,
century old tortoise trampled the outgrowths with its
newly born offspring,
mega sized mouse families ran past dungeons buried
deep in the ground.
I perched myself on the slippery mud bank of the
jungle river,
Levering long fishing rods in the tranquil water,
Scooping out frequently, a cluster of small sized
fish,
As the stars glittered in the open blue sky,
Crystal ball of the moon luminated large above my
head,
Rudimentary scent of earth tickled my nostril,
Mesmerizing tunes of the peacock drifted in hollow
eardrum,
The stillness of water pierced unexplored zones in my
heart,
I then lit a crackling fire of quality wood and dead
leaf,
Roasted the silver fish in amber flames leaping high,
Slept like an innocent angel all summer night,
Relishing tender bones of my personally prepared
appetizing fish.
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TELL ME WHY ???
TELL ME WHY do we sneeze saliva,
Walk fast when young with life?
Tell me why do we ooze scarlet blood,
Laugh inevitably when tickled with hand?
Tell me why do we desire mineral water,
Shiver with goose bumps in bitter winter cold?
Tell why does tongue oscillate in mouth chamber,
Pools of desperation get formed in the bones?
Tell me why is hair black, lips luscious red,
People round the world crazy for dollar note?
Tell me why are grass blades parrot green,
Cloud mass hindered by skyscrapers in street?
Tell me why is bread coated with peanut butter,
Cow slaughtered in abattoirs for beef?
Tell me why do rich sip black cocktail drink,
Unclothed urchins breathe in dilapidated garbage?
Tell me why are curved shells on sand beaches,
Innocent heads get beheaded in car crash?
Tell me why do we perceive stabs of pain,
Fall deep in sleep at the onset of night?
Tell me why do we transit from youth to old,
Collapse in a heap when hungry for food?
Tell me why does heart throb fast,
There is a purpose in life when we love?
Tell me why did god create man,
Only to snatch him away from realms of earth?
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TRULY PROFESSIONAL
THERE LAY A gigantic boulder sprawled in the middle of
the street,
draped with an abraded finish of sparkling steel gray,
punctured at infinite spots of its body with a host of
serration's,
left solitary on the road without traces of
established identity.
A carpenter passing by thought of chiseling it to fine
pieces,
with incessant strokes of his tapered hostile saw.
The gardener mused on embossing it with wild cactus,
entangling it with a plethora of thorny shrub and
brilliant rose.
The sharp witted pilot envisaged its appearance with
wings,
applauded himself for figuring out the supreme
innovation.
The watchmaker felt like studding it with a jugglery
of slender needle,
reinforcing its base with innocuous amounts of
clockwork machinery.
The palmist had an impulse of engraving it with fine
lines,
reading aloud chivalrously the waves of destiny
hovering around its persona.
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The chef of the hotel had a strong stare at it,
decided to lambaste it into dainty slices of fresh
salad.
The archaeologist seemed to be reeling in waves of
euphoric delight,
commenced to jot down notes regarding the very source
of its existence.
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The police on the street viewed it with gruesome
disdain,
as it obliterated their visions of the flowing
traffic.
Groups of lovers paid handsome tributes, assuming it to
be an sacrificial
altar,
inscribing their names with white sticks of chalk, red
blood,
sketching their hearts with slanting arrows ripping
through the core.
The writers pen filled sheets of virgin paper with
innumerable lines,
portraying the glory of the inanimate object to all.
The most professional of them all was a hungrily
starved beggar,
he didn't waste a minute pondering on the stone,
instead constructed his dwelling on the island of
amalgamated rock,
slept all night in unperturbed tranquil,
within the rustic interiors of his rock stone house.
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A TRIBUTE TO THE HOME SOIL
THERE WAS HEAVY consternation in the
atmosphere,
we hadn't slept all ruthless night,
the floor marble was biting cold with accumulation of
winter dew,
roof plaster was on the point of immediate collapse,
there was an obnoxious stench of vegetable food,
the wall had several crevices, in which resided
venomous snake,
dark waters lurked in colossal interiors of adjacent
well,
the birds had forgotten to chirp their mystical rhyme,
trapped we were in domains of solitude,
in slipshod ambience of primitive hut,
hands tied in rusty iron shackles,
feet wound tight in brutal cold chain metal,
mouths stuffed with fluffs of unprocessed cotton,
tears rolling down our mud painted cheek,
highlighting streaks of fair skin, within wax coated
molecules of dirt.
water seemed a remote possibility,
with meager loafs of bread offered at dispersed
intervals of time,
the enemy camp made us prisoner,
held us captive for massacring their men,
with our body fortresses, in which flowed blood of true
patriotism,
there was no sunshine filtering through,
our bodies lay limp, gasps for breath had receded
down,
we knew we were on the verge of extinction,
as we saluted the flag in unison,
took a pinch of soil in clasped hands,
left for long journeys to heaven, drowned in the
fragrance of our home soil……
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ENTERING THE NEW MILLENNIUM
HIGH PULSATING MUSIC in country discotheque,
youngsters moving to vibrant beats of sound,
streets decorated with piercing sodium light,
shops flooded with surplus discounts,
array of cars crowding main streets,
rough shod bikes vomiting clouds of smoke,
mega sized parachutes sailing in sky,
televisions displaying a host of programs,
government firms closed for the day,
cable cars conveying loads of passengers,
to freezing precipices of snow clad alps,
bottled champagne flowing in garden parties,
explosive dynamite burnt on streets,
producing cascade of descending fireworks,
cinemas screening titanic full to capacity,
animals released from personal bondage,
scintillating ship cruise of pacific ocean,
incessant ringing of church bells,
athletic sprints in all world existing,
uniformed police having a nightmarish time,
high rise structures a festival of lights,
giant clock towers flashing left over time,
breathless crowds visualizing freedom,
from countless sins of past century,
with all existing youth on bustling streets,
and the old glued to coverage to be telecast live,
billions anticipated the change of century,
the first sun rays of the brand new millenium….
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HUMAN EMOTIONS
I SWOONED, COLLAPSING on the ground like a pack of
plastic cards,
after viewing ghastly images of Dracula on the silver
screen.
I burst into fits of laughter, somersaulted wildly with
my intestines aching,
as the talented comedian coated his face with slimy
egg yolk.
I sobbed in unrelenting hysteria when one of kin
left for heavenly abode,
envisaged the dismal life to be led, bereft of his
captivating presence.
I contorted my face in creases of unbearable agony,
as an army of red ant stung supple arenas of my skin.
I danced tenaciously with mounting spurts of
exuberance,
after clearing rigorous impediments of the final
examination.
I uttered syllables at unprecedented speeds,
with my tongue swishing against dark cavities of
teeth,
when quizzed by the police for my catalogue of
misdeeds.
I rapidly exhaled trapped air in my lungs,
as I clambered up the terrain in a bid to reach the
ultimate pinnacle.
I blushed an austere amount of scarlet crimson,
when caught red handed stealing warm blood apples from
the tree.
I riveted my gaze towards amber streaks of the distant
horizon,
stared in mute silence as the sun finally sank behind
towering peaks of the
mountain.
I slept in a tranquil bliss spinning romantic webs in
dreamy sedation,
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after assiduous amounts of labor executed in the
steaming sun.
I felt relieved of Herculean strings laden with
tension,
after gliding through Luke warm waters of the
sparkling pool.
I felt uncensored avenues of my heart throb at
rollicking pace,
as the person i desired waded slowly past my groping
vision.
I felt thoroughly gratified with existing vagaries of
life,
if I was fed with abundant morsels of food in the day,
impregnated with gallons of mineral water divested of
bacteria,
given a mattress of pure spongy grass to sleep,
admiring the exotic pattern of stars all throughout
the vigils of sultry
night…..
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I PICTURED MY ANCESTOR
I PICTURED MY ancestor draped in long flannel cloth,
with thick rimmed glasses caressing his nose,
sturdy stick with curved knight handle leaning across
his leg,
a pair of compact denture riveted to his jaw,
historical time piece wound loose on his wrist,
plain soles of rich canvas adorning his feet,
partial stubs of grizzly beard gaining thorough
prominence,
angularly crafted slender nose breeding amidst steel
Grey eyes,
a bunch of faded parchment stashed in his waist coat
pocket,
silken fingers with tiny nail, bereft of shining
jewels,
short neck embedded well within shoulder sockets,
a charismatic glow captivating millions of youth in
its reflection.
I pictured him sweating like a bull in his days of
strength,
pedaling through remote corners of the town,
wrestling with pure professionals in the boxing ring,
earning life bestowing fodder for his army of
children,
swimming past stormy channels of overwhelming
hardship,
he had lived all life like an unconquered dictator,
never yielding an inch from territories of
righteousness,
blaming none other than himself for his balance of
misdeed,
with the feather tipped pen lying close to his heart,
and his rocking chair swaying violently still decades
after,
he left for his heavenly abode;
O! yes I had a proud premonitions of whom I was a
descendant,
as I tried even harder to picture my ancestor…..
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BATTING PRODIGY
HE HAS MORE centuries than his age,
more international runs than one could imagine,
can execute every definable shot to perfection,
with the straight drive being his favorite,
has hawk eyes sighting 3 ounce leather,
in daylight, and flickering rays of light pole,
dispatching it with utmost ease and brute power,
to deep corners of mammoth sized grounds.
has broken records of all denomination,
prefers to carry the heaviest willow,
pads, gloves, starched white flannels, crash helmet the
only make up,
along with spiked shoes, flexible wrist band,
hoisting rising balls for long journeys over jute
ropes,
belting terror pace to metal signboards of the fence,
taking evasive action against tantalizing spin magic,
smothering opposition anger with solid batting
prowess,
darting like a race car between wickets,
covering the 22 yard pitch with panting breath,
carrying tons of courage and unrelenting desire to
succeed,
with an everlasting hunger for runs,
and an insatiable desire to succeed on all tracks,
in chilly cold, and pelting rain,
walking to a thunderous applause in every nation,
endorsing advertisements like a film star,
bearing a thick shock of curly hair,
gifted short stature and brain,
demonstrating sheer class of a sport warrior,
felicitated revolving trophies of ultimate prestige,
hailing from a literary family of Bombay,
compared to legendary Sir Donald,
an absolute nightmare for opposition bowlers,
a devastating hurricane when at his best,
a person of humble simplicity,
a true stalwart of Indian soil,
with millions of fan following his on field fortunes,
all ways taking guard on the third stump,
is Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar.
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STAGES OF A DAY
YOGIC EXERCISE WITH heavy breathing,
drenching of self with tepid water,
chanting of prayers in murky light,
complete visualization of tasks performed,
cup of frosty scalding tea at dawn,
sizzling breakfast at peak of sunrise,
a glass of crushed carrot juice,
with few milligrams of vitamin extract,
followed by a game of long tennis in evergreen lawns,
fast rides in bullet proof sports car,
zipping across snowy landscapes at inches from ground,
few hours of concentrated work at office,
pure vegetable meal at noontime,
packed warm in hi tech aluminum foil,
succeeded by perpetual sound doze,
on cushioned chair overlooking a stream,
attentive discourse evening sessions,
equally speedy return to place of dwelling,
a game of chess with multi-chipped computer,
wiping of sweat with moist cologne tissue,
a ravishing night meal of mixed steak and red wine,
few hours watching television,
followed by rigorous walk in lush green grass,
accompanied by solving crossword puzzles,
and a thunderous collapse on the foam mattress,
with all energy converted to loud snores,
is how I would like to live a single day.
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MIRACLE WARMTH
VORACIOUS WINDS CAUSED waves to crash against the
mighty rock,
deafening sounds emanated as boulders tumbled down the
mountain,
cacophonic tunes echoed as fat fingers compressed horn
socket,
golden sunlight prompted sapphire stones to radiate
light,
switchblade knife ripped through rich balls of
cushioned foam,
electric grinders churned fruit pulp to sweetened
juice,
rubber beds sunk deep as i collapsed for the night,
dry laden air had coats of moisture as light showers
cascaded down,
white puffs of clouds surged forward,
with momentum imparted by passing aircraft.
peacock feathers went majestically berserk,
as signs of thunder skyrocketed in the cosmos.
humming bees buzzed with feverish activity,
oozed honey from catacombed pores of their body.
lush green grass blades cropped at barren regions of
landscape,
after mere sprinkling of dried goat manure.
stream velocity rose with sporadic ease,
as crisp currents of water, confronted drifting
logwood.
bicycle wheels galloped through undulating landscape,
at increasing pressure generated by foot sole.
I dug deep tunnels in sand lagoons,
suspended my flesh in molten earth, to experience brief
intervals of
compassionate warmth.
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AN ENCOUNTER WITH A MOSQUITO
IT RAN MILES further as I chased it,
faded from vision like a captivating mirage.
It escaped from my tightly curled fist,
survived the injury, changed its place of habitation.
It buzzed incessantly in vicinity of my bare eardrum,
was quiet as an angel when i scratched my flesh raw in
anger.
It multiplied in numbers in stagnant pools of water,
hissed discordant rhymes of exasperating music.
It perched on stale fruit, squashed remains of brown
chocolate,
injected its venom in edible items of uncooked food.
It flew at small heights from the ground,
eluded clouds of smoke leaking from modern repellant
coils.
It was a carrier of deadly infections,
stung soft flesh rich and pure with youthful blood.
It prompted patches of allergy to spread on skin,
was resistant to the strongest of medicinal balm.
It had caused me many a torturous night,
wrecked me of tranquil sleep from woolen delights of
my cozy quilt.
It had surpassed all my imagination to render it
lifeless,
had escaped my clutches on infinite occasions of time.
In the end I chalked a plan of action,
of being bitten, rather than spending a lifetime,
chasing the athletic mosquito in vast space of
suspended air.
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CHOCOLATE BROWN PLUM TREE
IT OFFERED SILKEN webs of passionate wind,
blessed countless people with tarpaulin covers of cool
shade,
stood like a formidable fortress against acrimonious
rays of summer heat,
shielded the animate from torrential showers of rain,
served as a greenhouse for passengers dreary from
incessant travel,
glistened majestically with sparkling droplets of dew
at the onset of dawn,
trembled like a maniac in tumultuous outbursts of
breeze,
sobbed with inert emotions when struck by live
currents of electricity,
blossomed like a fairy god mother in the mystical
ambience of spring,
resembled a ghost; stripped of cloth in the incongruous
environs of autumn,
catering to a plethora of wild insect,
with an army of smoke Grey squirrel slithering down
all day,
migratory birds nestling in harmony with its hollow
belly,
venomous snakes curled tightly in dense regions of its
wild armory,
unrelenting hurricanes prompting it to crouch and
stoop,
it bore bountiful fruit of olive green plum,
bathed few months in a calendar year with natural
water from the sky,
giving regular births to parrot green buds of striped
leaf,
inhabiting virtually all corners of the globe sprawled
with fertile soil,
spreading its roots deep within unexplored regions of
the ground,
with white milk oozing out when sliced with dexterous
strokes of jackknife,
I simply had loads of reverence for the chocolate
brown plum tree,
saluted its persona with flowing tributes and heaps of
adulation.
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THROUGH THE EYES OF NEWLY BORN RAT
Strolling masses of human looked like huge monsters,
midget sized dustbin appeared as a tank containing
Grey boulders,
olive green fruit of banana struck my view as hanging
bridges,
round mass of watermelon was visible as the flaming
sun with coats of green,
coins of sliver struck my view as small islands of
paradise,
fast moving cars I sighted as towering ships sailing
on dry land,
perfume bottles on the shelf resembled transparent
drums containing puffs of
white clouds,
hotel swimming pool appeared as the palatial waters of
Atlantic ocean,
heaps of stray sand lying duplicated vast expanse of
Appalachian mountain,
leaded sticks of match were what i could describe as
short poles with Grey
light,
conical flasks of water flooded my vision as sizeable
area of washing tank,
minuscule briquette's of coal seemed like big
specimens of crystal rock,
leather bound volumes of book looked like brick walls
of white,
colored tablets of soap replicated plush beds to lie
on,
steps of the spiral staircase loomed large like steep
precipices,
ornate idols of god emulated frozen giants with divine
grace,
the flaming sun appeared the largest of them all,
with the silken complexioned moon a shade compressed
in size,
the earth seemed a magnified place to live in,
with the only solace being my twin brother,
who was born a few seconds beside me in the body of a
mouse,
we were privileged enough to visualize and see,
applauded ourselves for the same rubbing our slimy
noses in unison,
what humans had perspired for decades to encounter,
scientists had racked minute corners of their brain
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without avail,
we could now clearly admire through our eyes as newly
born baby rats.
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SWEET WATER COCONUT
THE SUN BLAZES in full radiance,
the mercury soars to kingly proportions,
as sheets of dust blow in turbulence,
the parched tarmac bellows hysterically,
trees shriek in disbelief,
vulcanized rubber groans in despair,
as the sandstorm vocalizes its arrival.
Every eyeball gets averted,
to the green tripod of cool water,
stacked in gay abundance on thick jute sacks,
hailing from tall timber with slender branches,
deriving its nutrition from the pure wet sand,
christening it as the darling of all lands.
Colossal crowds flock the asphalt,
drifted by thirst and scorched excitement,
with sweaty palms, icy bandannas,
awaiting encounter with the hard green shell,
fingers clinging currency notes,
the queue shifts at a meandering pace,
as I finally get my chance,
to savor the natural taste in a coconut.
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SUNDAY
IT CAME AFTER 6 days of grueling work,
6 days of assiduous effort under the scorching ball of
sun,
6 days of unrelenting tasks executed at electric pace,
6 days of insufficient meals blended with stingy
amounts of obnoxious coffee,
6 days of absolution from amicable domains of family,
6 days of sedulous expeditions in packed to capacity
commuter trains,
6 days of deprivation from a ravishing game of long
tennis,
6 days of obliteration from revitalizing spray of the
ocean,
6 days of conscious efforts to wear feckless and
spurious smiles,
6 days of wandering in a claustrophobic ambience of
lackluster paper,
6 days of monotonous salute to the disillusioning
supremo,
6 days of dedicated projects; with eyes incorrigibly
glued to the computer,
6 days of incessant perspiration dribbling down crisp
shirt,
6 days of onerous struggle to compete with
intellectuals,
6 days of nostalgia for peace; weighing heavily on
mind,
6 days of obstreperous noise piercing through soft
ear,
6 days of aching feet; with spasmodically restless
back,
6 days of impatient sigh's and a perpetual longing for
melodious sleep.
The seventh day finally did arrive,
I drew back multiple blinds in my apartment house ,
to let sizzling rays of dawn fumigate my persona,
slept late in the morning; oblivious to hassles of
mundane work,
consumed barrels of enticing beer; nibbling fresh nut
on the silver sands of
the beach,
languidly strolled a few miles with the pungent spray
of the water,
stimulating my dreary eyes; as i candidly prayed to the
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Creator,
to bless me and my family with bountiful more Sunday's.
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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 my hair shampooed and meticulously
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,
repetitive attempts of washing,
scrubbing, oiling, applying medicinal balm had
proven futile,
I had finally succumbed to the tyranny of fate,
nevertheless I still had fluffy fibers of ant red
hair,
which neither budged nor moved an inch,
projecting pompously from the artificial
plastic of my whisky complexioned wig…
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THE INDIAN COW
WHITE SKIN FOLDS hanging loosely,
curved tusks of ivory jutting from skull,
large ear flaps providing drafts of air,
scaring away hoards of flies,
big eyeballs shining in car light,
nasal apertures covered with secreted slime,
long tail attached to a fringe of hair,
projecting from recesses of fleshy hind-side,
hunched back resulting in slow walking pace,
black hooves stuck to leg cartilage,
working incessantly in undulating hot soil,
absorbing crisp rays of midday sun,
with metal liners fixed to its leg,
irrespective of age, time, health,
giving liters of milk in a single day,
squeezed out deftly from suspended teats,
living on mere grass, a pure herbivorous disposition,
sometimes sighted consuming sewage and paper,
eaten as tasty beef meat in some nations,
considered as sacrosanct on Indian soil,
given the status of milk yielding mother,
grazing quietly on grasslands of fertility,
with occasional baths in monsoon rain-ponds,
the Indian cow sure commands loads of respect.
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DREAM HOUSE
HEAVY METAL IRON welded to varnished wood,
burglar proof alarm installed to circular bell,
solid teak doors with automatic fasteners,
windows composed of shatter proof glass,
remote controlled maneuvering of gate entrance,
uniformed guards at several check-posts,
car driveway filled with thick gravel coats,
glass facaded greenhouse for manufacture of corn,
majestic pillar supporting ceiling plaster,
nurseries full of blooming flowers,
giant elevations of television screen,
crystal blue waters of swimming pool,
majestic masonry consisting of bare brick,
dark photochromatic rooms, artistic studios,
furniture pieces of polished mahogany wood,
t.v. monitors displaying round the clock guests,
sprawling neem trees with evergreen foliage,
shielding two storied structure from hazardous light,
tall stone walls encapsulating periphery,
luxurious bedrooms overlooking coastal waves,
crashing fiercely on black rock,
hoards of birds chirping in fading light,
impregnable barbed wire spitting electric shock,
galvanized iron gates sliding at entrance,
whispering denial to irate trespassers,
with the first rays of sunlight lighting my face,
is the house I would like to posses,
the house of my dreams….
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
MAY GOD BESTOW upon you bountiful riches,
Bless you with all that is benevolent,
Reinforce your life with surplus number of living
years,
Exempt you from all misdeeds you inadvertently
committed,
Eradicate traces of hysterical agony from your heart,
Transform the bleary caricature of your face into one
with sacrosanct smiles,
Freeze the tears which ooze profusely from your
magical eyes,
Safeguard you against deathly mishaps and obnoxious
falls,
Fill your belly with sumptuous food every unleashing
minute of the day,
Quenching your thirst with immaculate water from
volatile springs,
Clear evil mists obscuring your belligerent demeanor,
Evacuate the pointed thorns adhering solidly to your
nimble feet,
Endow you with exorbitant charisma; infectiously
drawing flocks of people,
Drive away forever; the vindictive ready to
strangulate you,
Place you in an ostentatious palace flowing with
philanthropic riches,
Revitalize your soul as the sun dazzles bright every
dawn,
Gift you with the magical prowess of turning
threadbare mud into gold,
Here's my friend; wishing you and all those born on
this day,
A very celestially happy and gratifying birthday…
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WHAT IS THE USE
What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images,
fails to
portray the true identity of an individual,
What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps incessantly
munching
tones of green grass,
What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold traffic;
buckles
down under the impact of vehicular load,
What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit; refrains
to
yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary passengers,
What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let apart
transport hordes of passengers,
What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless
demeanor
of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature,
What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk; transferring
their
possessors to their required place of destination,
What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to
draw;
hoist the slightest of load from ground,
What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison innocuous
insects; snaps into multiple fragments at the tiniest of caress,
What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every
unleashing
second when traversing the lanes,
What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain;
sprinkle upon
the parched earth bountiful droplets of water,
What is the use of a bell, which doesn't produce a shrill sound when
rung;
lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously,
What is the use of a bird, which doesn’t fly uninhibitedly in the sky;
indolently sleeps in its nest on soil,
What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it
scrupulously to
facilitate digestion,
What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant
harboring a
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plethora of dead weed and dirt,
What is the use of the sun in the cosmos which does not shine; holding
back
its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth,
What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at night;
illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant hope,
What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the mesmerizing
beauty of
the globe,
What is the use of lips, which don’t smile; effusively express feelings
of
warmth and congeniality,
What is the use of humans which don’t procreate their progeny; fail to
imbibe
the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates,
What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear crop;
blowing
with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap,
What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its
master; in
the end becomes an inevitable cause of his assassination,
What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of key;
enabling
burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will,
What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its
lethal
venom when it matters the most,
What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the philanthropic
spirit
to propagate peace,
And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even after
witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of stringent
sophistication.
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ROCKING CHAIR
When I sat on it exerting my full weight; it squealed inaudibly
permeating the
stillness of atmosphere with feverish cacophony,
Nimbly revolving a few centimeters on the polished floor; eventually
adjusting
disconcertingly to the situation.
When I poked it with a conglomerate of pointed needles; it let out
silent
gasps,
The upholstery was now embedded with a plethora of incongruous holes;
although
I could still spread my legs on it and sit.
When I emptied a barrel of fuming acid on it; it got severely butchered
and
uncouthly ripped apart,
The spongy foam now buckled under the slightest of my caress; and
people who
visited my cabin perceived it as a minor bomb blast.
When I tried standing erect on it swirling rampantly to blaring tunes
diffusing from the CD systems; it initially complied with my desire,
Although after a while I found myself adhering to the opposite wall of
the
room; as it had inevitably skidded and flung me like a discarded heap.
When I incorrigibly refrained to clean it; letting hordes of dust
settle on
its persona,
I had to suffer unrelentingly from sporadic bouts of thunderous
coughing; with
the minuscule particles entering my nose.
When I washed it with freezing water in winter castigating for
disobeying my
command; it appeared forlorn and meek in the beginning,
However when the next day I entered my office; there was a derogatory
odor
intensely hovering in the air; also I saw a fleet of termite gnawing
the soft
wood with overwhelming relish.
When I endeavored to emboss script on its body; it incessantly rotated
and
shook; bouncing with gay abundance on its springs,
Driving me wild beyond the threshold of definable frustration; and I
finally
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gave up on my persevering effort.
When I kicked it in its rear; exerting tumultuous force with my
bohemian
feet,
It placidly lay down topsy-turvy several paces further; and I had
scrupulously
make sure whether all parts were intact; before relaxing on it again.
When I tried incinerating it; submerging it wholesomely in my left over
alcohol; it caught flames which rose high and handsome towards the sky,
All that was now left of it was charred ashes; which I consummately
used to
sprinkle as manure over my plants.
But let me tell you folks; I had enjoyed it the most; supremely
relished its
company for marathon hours on the trot,
When I swung it tenaciously to and fro; with my feet languidly sprawled
on the
table; my eyes partially closed; and my ROCKING CHAIR virtually putting
my
into a mystical slumber.
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SLAB OF PEANUT BUTTER
When I rolled languidly in it; dabbling my feet as incoherently as I
could,
The entire exterior of my skin acquired a brilliant yellow tinge; with
satiny
soft crusts of cream adhering to me in sticky unison.
When I made a pillow of it and slept; my head completely engulfed
within the
ravishing aroma of milk,
I relished the exorbitant softness; the mesmerizing effect of sponge in
proximity with my dreary bones.
When I threw molds of it frivolously at my counterparts; splashing the
same;
exerting insurmountable force of my wrists,
They retreated back in utter disbelief trying to digest the incredulous
turn
of events; but in the end profoundly enjoyed the golden globules
cascading
slowly down their cheeks.
When I applied parsimonious amounts of it to the lackluster wall;
smearing the
blend with equanimity using my incongruous hands,
The dilapidated room suddenly displayed fresh signs of illumination; an
enchanting glow now permeated through the web of cloistered darkness.
When I rubbed it across my dry lips; vigorously spreading it all over
till my
fingers ached,
My smile now looked all the more accentuated with a rosy sheen; and my
moustache radiated an everlasting perpetual glow.
When I dropped it inadvertently on the floor; not bothering to put it
back in
its compact container,
The scenario to witness the next morning was stupendously horrendous;
as there
was a battalion of black ants merrily sleeping; smacking their
tentacles in
satisfaction.
When I dipped my fountain pen in it; making sure that the entire frame
remained submerged in for quite sometime,
I had tumultuous difficulty while writing script; as my fingers
inevitably
slipped; and I failed miserably to grasp the pen; let apart embossing
literature with it.
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When I tried dancing in it; slithering my body as freely as the
mystical
serpent,
I soon changed my visions about holistic life; as I toppled head on
towards
the ground; buckling under the island of frictionless wax.
When I scrubbed my scalp tenaciously with it; instead of using
contemporary
soap,
The aftermath caused my hair to shoot up in straight clusters; it was
incorrigibly difficult to retain back their normal shape; and I
resembled a
lunatic having just landed from planet mars.
Although when I scrupulously coated it on my morning bread; roasting
the dough
over rosewood logs inhabiting the fireplace,
My "SLAB OF PEANUT BUTTER" tasted the best; and I devoured mighty
chunks to
satiate my gluttony; licked every scrap of it adhering to the pellucid
bottle.
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HUNCH BACKED CAMEL
It bore the acrimonious tyranny of scorching sun round the year;
leaving bold
footprints in the dust it tread,
Traversed incessantly through blistering soil; with sandy winds blowing
across
its eyes,
Ambled languidly in the brilliant day; increasing its pace a trifle at
the
onset of night,
Intermittently munched parrot green tentacles of rustic cactus;
immensely
relished the dry meal of leaf and thorn,
Occasionally rubbed its slender neck against the sandpaper skin of wild
tree;
raising its eyes toward the almighty residing in heaven,
Angrily swished the scanty clusters of hair on its tail; to drive away
scores
of petulant mosquitoes,
Wore a bedraggled rope dangling loose from its neck; a cushioned saddle
riveted to its angular sculptured body; Intricate pieces of leather
wound to
its mouth; to maneuver it through labyrinth of routes,
Possessed a firm pair of hooves; which glistened all the more
profoundly in
the sunbeams and looked mesmerizing under the placid moon,
Had a slimy nose with gaping nostrils; which remained wet despite the
acrid
warmth irrevocably prevailing,
Spawned many of its kind; suckling its young ones utterly bereft of a
cloistered shade,
Walked marathon distances in a single day; unrelentingly stepping on
islands
of steaming land,
Stooped down as much as it could; when confronted with tumultuous
whirlpools
blowing with full might,
Moaned in high pitched exuberance as it sighted a solitary stream;
storing the
water for months till it found a fresh source,
Gallantly fought an army of disdainful crabs; audaciously kicked loose
rocks
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that came its way,
Seldom shed its tears; overwhelmingly inspiring those who feared life
to come
out of their nonexistent shells,
Had a passion to bask under the dazzling sun; thoroughly detested
crystal blue
patches in the sky being obfuscated by clouds,
It had remained as stoical as omnipotent god under the most bizarre of
circumstances; refraining to flounder under the pugnacious heat,
Was quite glad to adopt the sizzling silver sands as its companion for
life;
even dreaming about the same while in deep sleep,
I offer my humble salutations to this silent warrior; as my "HUNCH
BACKED
CAMEL" carries me through the colossal expanse of the Sahara desert.
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WHAT'S THERE IN A NAME
I knew a guy named "angel"; who as his name suggests should have been
as
sacrosanct as gods residing in the cosmos,
However when one encountered him in pragmatic reality; he looked like
an
diabolical giant; with unruly strands of hair prominently cascading
down his
nape.
I knew a guy named "Tarzan"; who as his name suggests should have been
as
strong as the rocks; with a plethora of muscles bulging through his
shirt,
However when I saw him transgressing across the road; he looked as
feeble as
the innocuous rabbit; trying to shirk society and retreat as quickly as
possible into his den.
I knew a girl named "felicity"; who as her name suggested should have
been
basking in a river of perennial happiness,
However when I sat with her for marathon hours on the trot; I realized
she was
a misfit for her name; as she neither smiled nor moved; incessantly
maintaining a face as expressionless as a stone.
I knew a guy named "prince"; who as his name suggested should have been
embellished in an armory of exquisite diamonds and silver,
However when one saw him voraciously scratching his hair; he held a
threadbare
container of steel to beg; wore scanty rags of paper to drape his
shivering
silhouette.
I knew a girl named "honey"; who as her name suggests should have been
as
sweet and melodious as the nectar oozing from beehives,
However when I sat beside her across the table; she irascibly hurled at
me a
volley of abashing expletives; burst on me unrelentingly like a
pugnacious
green chili.
I knew a guy named "love"; who as his name suggests should have been
with a
congenial attitude; amicably propagating the essence of friendship,
However when I stumbled upon him suddenly at the discotheque; the first
thing
he said was; he wanted to mercilessly kill the girl next door for
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rejecting
his proposal of illicit romance.
I knew a girl named "rose"; who as her name suggests should have been
as
mystical and enchanting as the mesmerizing flower,
However it was a fact that people shut their noses as she arrived; as
she
smelt of deplorable rotten eggs; intransigently spreading her aroma
wherever
she went.
I knew a guy named "crystal"; who as his name suggests should have been
as
scintillating as the conglomerate of silver mirrors,
However when I nudged by him on the street under the dazzling sunlight;
I
could hardly believe my eyes; as he appeared blacker than the blackest
piece
of coal existing on this earth.
On the other hand I knew a guy named "brownie"; who as his name
suggests
should have been colored as disdainful mud,
However when I saw him addressing a large assemblage of people; I
realized
that not only was he fair as white ice; but he had the charisma
embedded in
him which few residing on this globe possess.
Therefore folks this is a question I put before you; tell me all of you
"WHAT'S THERE IN A NAME"; what's there to even contemplate about a
name,
When the true beauty; the incorrigible spirit to live; the celestial
feeling
of benevolence and unbiased love; all lies impregnated in the throbbing
heart.
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THERMOMETER
When I placed it in my mouth; encircling my tongue all around it
completely
wetting its periphery,
The mercury inside rose meticulously to a holistic degree; perfectly
indicating the exact temperature prevailing in my body.
When I placed it in boiling water; cooking neatly over dried logs of
timberwood,
The mercury inside shot at alarming proportions; almost tearing through
its
fragile body; and as an aftermath wasn’t able to come down to its
original
position.
When I placed it amidst frozen cubes of white ice; making sure that it
stood
stringently upright,
The mercury inside couldn’t muster the slightest of tenacity to rise;
it slept
in its shell as if had died decades ago.
When I placed it in ploughed soil; abreast infinite numbers of freshly
sown
seeds,
The mercury inside nimbly rose a few millimeters; although it
vehemently
opposed for being subjected to maltreatment.
When I placed it in the baking oven; besides the scores of sizzling
pancakes,
The mercury inside skyrocketed out of its shell; spread all over the
pastry in
intense indignation.
When I placed it in a silken web; with the gallant monster curiously
inspecting the scintillating contraption,
The mercury inside was partially obscured from sight; it neither rose
nor
fell; although was a bit circumspect when the spider caressed it with
its
lips.
When It unwittingly slipped from my hands; colliding with a gentle thud
on the
obdurate ground,
The mercury inside pathetically leaked out of the instrument; and I
feasted my
eyes on its silver complexion blended with a captivating shine.
When I placed It in an alligators mouth; sandwiching it scrupulously
between
the monsters teeth,
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The mercury inside seemed as if it simply wasn’t there; it had a died a
fearful death even before I had opened the savage jaws of the beast.
When I placed under the palms of my beloved; letting her satiny hair
cascade
over its exteriors,
The mercury inside was as enthralled as I was; and it relished the
prospect of
rising to her perpetual warmth.
It was exquisitely sculptured; made of unbreakable glass; and had a
handsome
bulb of silver shining handsomely under the sunlight,
And I made it a point of carrying it everywhere I went; had wholesomely
given
the task of safeguarding my health; to my robust and crystalline
"THERMOMETER".
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TARZAN OF THE JUNGLE
He rambunctiously gallivanted through the dense shrubs; swirled at gay
abandon
on extruding creepers of animate trees,
Tenaciously rubbed rotund pieces of flint stone; to incinerate a
smokeless
fire,
Feasted himself on clusters of ripened bananas; a conglomerate of wild
apple
and succulent fruit,
Viciously attacked savage beasts; strangulating the same by mercilessly
grabbing their slender necks,
Garrulously gulped water from the fresh water springs; stooping as low
as he
could to submerge his face entirely in the ravishing water,
Philandered merrily through cloistered underground caves; basking in
the gleam
of the glittering gold coins; with his pet rattler wound round his
neck,
Audaciously crept his hands into venomous spider webs; passionately
fondling
with its serrated tentacles,
Replicated the voices of a host of birds with astoundingly similarity;
meticulously deciphering the meaning conveyed therein,
Clambered up with nonchalant ease; a cluster of tall trees with the
uncanny
agility of a mongoose,
Didn’t mind ravenous mosquitoes sucking his blood; inviting them
chivalrously
to bite his skin,
Intrepidly battled the hostile crocodile on the marshy swamps; snapping
apart
its jaws into minuscule fragments,
Had a severe abhorrence for alien tourists; marauding his privacy with
a fleet
of boats and contemporary contrivances,
Possessed infinite pairs of bulging muscles; which glistened
magnificently
under the golden sun,
Had incongruous wisps of long hair cascading freely down his back;
abnormally
large peripheral eyes resembling the moon,
Ate sumptuous fish raw; after catching them from fathomless distances
beneath
the pellucid stream,
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Rode bareback throughout the meandering forest; sitting majestically on
the
back of a striped panther,
Could stare unrelentingly at sun for hours; without flinching the
slightest
portion of his lids,
Communicated adroitly with the wildlife circumventing; using a plethora
of
vibrant insinuations,
Had an armory of pearly teeth; which crept up enchantingly from under
his
luscious lips,
Was oblivious to the prevailing time; day and month of the unveiling
year;
wholesomely relying on the sun and moon to guide his way through,
He had been left years ago by his mother; amongst a cluster of savage
wolves,
Suckled milk from the protuberant teats of his lion mother; sleeping
quietly
as an angel against her fur coated belly,
With a threadbare piece of loin cloth being his sole attire since times
immemorial; he was adeptly christened by all as "TARZAN OF THE JUNGLE".
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SHARP SCISSORS
I used to cut thick strands of the abysmally long rope; bifurcating it
into
commensurate halves,
Then use the same in hoisting out bulky loads from the sequestered
well; fetch
water from the river standing on top of the lanky mountain.
I used it to adroitly scrape blotches of disdainful mud adhering to my
shoe;
evacuate the debris from inside the soles,
So when I wore my disheveled footwear the next time out; it appeared
profoundly scintillating under the fiery body of sun.
I used it to scrupulously tear pieces of gaudy cloth into thin strips;
vibrantly displaying a host of vivid colors,
Then stuck them into my straw brimmed hat; wore a strap of snake
leather; to
resemble the perfect cowboy.
I used to ruthlessly rip apart through pudgy chunks of plush
upholstery;
brutally extricating the sponge out,
In my frantic search for finding the missing jewels; apprehending the
scores
of nefarious criminals.
I used it to poke my beloved in the soft cartilage of her ribs;
hovering it in
the vicinity of her ear like a petulant mosquito,
Only to hear her anguished rebuking; the deliberately cold meals she
served me
for nocturnal supper.
I used it to tenaciously dig the fresh mounds of mud; making a plethora
of
inconspicuous holes in proximity of the plants,
Facilitating their accelerated growth; providing them with augmented
space to
breathe.
I used it to spread the golden smear of butter on my morning bread;
coherently
applying jam to my succulent fruit,
Thereafter Relishing my meal immensely; with sporadic beams of light
falling
in shimmering pools on my dreary eyes.
I used it to frivolously prick inflated balloons; inserting it with
meticulous
precision in their protuberant body,
Tremendously enjoyed the thunderous bang; the monstrous reverberations
that
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besieged the atmosphere as an inevitable aftermath.
I even used it sometimes as a substitute to my pen; dipping it
extravagantly
in a bottle replete with blue blooded ink,
However it floundered to achieve the required proficiency; and it was
an
apathy to view the mangled lines of literature that I had scribbled on
the
finely agglutinated paper.
But one thing was for sure; and I know all of you would ubiquitously
agree
with the same,
My pair of "SHARP SCISSORS" served me the best when I used it to trim
the
unruly hair inhabiting my scalp; the deplorable strands of moustache
waywardly
drooping down my chin,
Astoundingly transforming my demeanor from that of a bushy demon; to
that of
an impeccable God.
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ROTUND BAR OF LIPSTICK
When I applied it on my eyes; rubbing it vigorously all around the
intricately
drooping lids,
It looked pretty sensuous with a frivolous aura circumventing my
persona;
although petulant sensations of itching started after some time had
elapsed;
and I removed it entirely with a coarse cloth.
When I smeared it gently across my scalp; it produced an inevitable
tickling
vibration all over;
The massage was revitalizing and terrific; although scores of people
made a
travesty of me outside; as my hair had converted from black to shades
of
effeminate pink.
When I dabbed it on the perspicuous surface of mirror; it produced
incoherent
smudges everywhere,
The silhouettes now displayed were considerably voluptuous; although
when I
tried to sight my reflection in the glass it appeared to be a befuddled
blur.
When I held it in the path of oncoming beams of stringent sunlight; it
emitted
out brilliant ramifications,
Imparted a prominently scarlet tinge to the golden rays; although it
dramatically reduced the tenacity of light, which illuminated the
cloistered
darkness.
When I endeavored to scribble literature with it; the lines I embossed
looked
like written with pure blood,
The mundane sheet of paper suddenly appeared special; although I found
it
intractably difficult to read the script.
When I brushed it harshly against wet soil; inserting its tip fully
into the
mud,
That brought some vibrancy into the nondescript chunk of land; although
it
created monumental complications; as some pedestrians mistook it to be
early
insinuations of volcano erupting; and fled instantly for their lives.
When I held it close to my nostrils; substituting it for my antiseptic
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inhaler,
A poignantly ravishing aroma flooded my lungs; although after a few
minutes I
felt a sneeze about to thunderously emanate from the aperture of my
mouth.
When I spread it commensurately across my armory of teeth; there were
tingling
reverberations that initially struck me,
With the buds in my tongue liking the sudden change in taste; although
when I
exposed them to the world while speaking; they shirked away from me in
utter
abhorrence; perceiving me to be a satanic devil.
When I caressed it across my morning bread instead of using
conventional
butter; the dough looked immensely appetizing,
Seeming as if someone had stashed it full of succulent cherry; although
when I
ate; I felt an insurmountable urge to puke out the same.
I must mention though I realized its optimum value after rubbing it on
the
lips of my beloved; blending it scrupulously with her saliva when she
pursed
them,
She looked like a mesmerizing fairy and it now became inevitable for me
to
kiss her; savoring the flavor of her delectable lips as well as my
"ROTUND BAR
OF LIPSTICK".
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BALD
I didn’t need shampoo to clean my scalp; instead a glass of tainted
water
could excellently do the job,
On the other hand you required tones of bubbly froth to cleanse your
hair;
evacuate the petulant granules of dandruff neatly entrapped between
your
follicles.
I didn’t need gleaming hair oil to smear on my head; all I had to do
was clap
it loudly with my bohemian palms,
On the other hand you required swanky ointments; antiseptic creams to
keep the
conglomerate of your hair well in place.
I didn’t need scintillating scissors to use on my scalp; it would
appear
wholesomely ludicrous even if I held one in close proximity with it,
On the other hand you required a plethora of sharp instruments; pairs
of
intricate razors; in order to occasionally trim the unruly tentacles of
your
hair.
I didn’t need a brush to part my scalp; as it nimbly obliged to my
scrubbing
it with a dust cloth,
On the other hand you required a luxuriously serrated comb; to
meticulously
entangle the incorrigible knots formed in your long hair.
I didn’t need to camouflage my scalp with a taut piece of cloth every
time I
ventured out; as there was no danger of the wind blowing it away,
On the other hand you required to embellish yourself with a
grandiloquent cap;
a host of flapping sunshades; in order to ensure that the thin wisps of
your
hair didn’t rip apart with the tenacious breeze,
I didn’t need to incessantly browse my hands through my scalp; while
attending
pompous parties,
On the other hand you required to sporadically run your fingers against
your
cuticles; making sure that they remained stringently aligned.
I didn’t need to wash my scalp after bathing in the saline ocean;
instead let
it to dry over a natural course of time,
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On the other hand it was inevitable for you to stand beneath a steaming
shower; to annihilate all the poignant salt trapped in your greasy
hair.
I didn’t need to consume a battalion of salubrious vitamins to make my
scalp
glisten; simply standing under the blazing sun itself; granted it an
enchanting shine,
On the other hand you desperately required to procure every tonic
available in
the market; to impregnate an artificial luster in your lifeless hair.
I didn’t need to submerge my scalp into ravishing cologne to get
noticed;
people profoundly admired the openness of my head wherever I went,
On the other hand you used to apply the most enticing of gel on your
lackadaisical hair; and yet remained unnoticed.
I didn’t need to coat my scalp with black chemicals; intermittently
apply a
blend of paint and water to keep it in shape,
On the other hand you were exorbitantly conscious about the greyness in
your
hair; painting it with brilliant dye; remained busy all day trying to
pluck
the insipid strands of white.
Therefore it is my earnest prayer to you O! omnipresent creator; to
create me
without hair for the next 100 births; if I fortunately took birth on
this soil
as man,
For I considered myself infinite times luckier to remain "BALD"; than
suffer
from the unrelenting tyranny of possessing clusters of bushy hair.
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NEWSPAPER
It contained infinite lines of embossed literature; printed with
blackest ink
one could find,
It contained innumerable adages highlighting real life situations; a
jugglery
of frivolous cartoons,
It contained a brief report portraying prevalent weather; an accurate
analysis
of the total rain,
It contained a column incorporating the price of gold and silver; the
erratic
fluctuations of the stock market,
It contained a page for entertainment; indicating the latest releases
on
silver screen as well as the alluring serials to be telecast on
television,
It contained an enthusing section on sports; the current positions of
teams
battling it out sedulously around the globe,
It contained critical issues on the world of pragmatic politics; a
daily
update on the leaders who sculptured the nation,
It contained items about wide spread burglaries; a discerning insight
into the
lives of the crime lords,
It contained bountiful sections on fashion and glamour; blatantly
revealing
the most contemporary trends in the nation,
It contained elements of medical science; the astronomical advancements
in the
field of intricate surgery,
It contained condensed biographies of living legends; the revered
historians
who left an accentuated mark in this world,
It contained an amalgamated space for ludicrous jokes; instilling loads
of
levity in the atmosphere,
It contained battalion of advertisements; with newly opened companies
endeavoring to lire as big a market as they possibly could,
It contained a rectangular space for sacrosanct quotes; a conglomerate
of
sagacious axioms from the holy bible,
It contained flash reports about outbursts of sporadic violence in
city;
cautioning all concerned to stay confined to their homes,
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It contained indispensable information about the intensely afflicted;
trying
to propagate the message of ecumenical brotherhood and peace,
It contained animated pictures of wild animals; a sneak into the
mystical life
encompassing the dense jungles,
It contained a bulk of segments exhibiting local news; the rise and
fall of
luminaries in the town,
It contained all those things which were inevitable to know; in order
to
prudently survive in this world,
And I preferred reading it rather than watching the commercial news; as
my
"NEWSPAPER" emanated delectably crisp noises as I browsed; also I could
even
scrutinize it any time of the day if I so desired.
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OPEN MOUTHED YAWN
As it occurred there was a pungent moisture that besieged my eyes;
engendering
them to open a bit wider than usual,
As it occurred there seemed to be a dreariness in my bones; an
insatiable
desire to close of the lights,
As it occurred my shoulders seemed to be stooping towards the earth; a
wave of
indolence circumventing my persona,
As it occurred my palms seemed pale; developed a profound abhorrence to
hoist
the pen and write,
As it occurred the gloss on my hair seemed to be pretty lackluster;
with the
curly strands now settling into a shriveled heap,
As it occurred the blood circulating through the network of my veins
seemed to
slacken its speed; abdicating the exhilaration it had possessed a few
hours
before,
As it occurred the soles of my feet automatically stretched;
endeavoring to
ease the tumultuous tension stabbing them,
As it occurred the atmosphere seemed to be enveloped by a pin drop
stillness;
with the sound of the nocturnal nightingale drifting clearly in my
ears,
As it occurred the muscles of my cheek got exorbitantly flexed;
exposing the
complete armory of my crystalline teeth,
As it occurred the bulky portion of my skull suddenly felt ethereal;
invisible
enigmas of my mind seemed to have instantly terminated,
As it occurred I perceived insurmountable tensions of the monotonous
day
evaporate into thin oblivion; felt a rejuvenated enthusiasm to lead
life,
As it occurred I felt the beating of my heart get steadier; supreme
mollification of the organs that surrounded it,
As it occurred I felt a sense of philanthropic forgiveness descend upon
my
demeanor; the virtue of embracing all in proximity,
As it occurred I got engulfed with loads of heavenly contentment; with
ravenous desires for food gradually diminishing,
As it occurred voices hovering in the air seemed to be getting hazier
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by the
zipping second; the crisp outlines of the blistering sun now appeared
as an
indistinct blur,
As it occurred I seemed to be turning dramatically nostalgic;
reminiscing
innocuous memories of my childhood,
As it occurred the restless tossing on the bed seemed to be
progressively
subsiding; the breath wafting from my nostrils felt a trifle heavier,
As it occurred I recited the last prayers before ending the day; looked
with a
wistful sigh towards starry sky,
As it occurred I shut my eyes with overwhelming intensity; transited
into a
deep slumber; brusquely bidding goodbye to my beloved,
You must be wondering that the thing so magnanimously portrayed must be
nothing less than a palace of gold; well I think this time you're in
for a
shock; for I am describing nothing else but our very own and
perennially lazy;
"OPEN MOUTHED YAWN".
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RECTANGULAR BAR OF CHEWING GUM
It imparted an incredulously tangy taste to my tongue; embedding its
flavor in
the remotest corners of my mouth,
Made irrefutably sure that I emanated a ravishing aroma all day;
without the
tyranny of brushing my garden of pointed teeth.
It engendered me to produce loads of saliva; spitting it intermittently
on
concrete pavements,
Changed the complexion of my voice from a rustically hoarse and
sonorous; to
one which was sweet American slang.
It served as an excellent alternative to passing time; as I
painstakingly
rolled it behind my lips,
Molding it into a plethora of shapes before eventually gulping it;
occasionally protruding some part of it in the outside air.
It had the ability to incorrigibly stick to strands of my hair;
unceremoniously sticking between the silken follicles,
Resisting all attempts to come out when I plucked; with the only option
remaining was mercilessly tonsuring my scalp with a barbaric razor.
It fomented an incessant flow of tingling sensations in my persona;
producing
a host of slurping noises as I talked,
Impregnated my body with a feeling of perpetual contentment; reigning
supreme
over all other existing taste.
It intractably blended with my intestines when I inadvertently
swallowed it;
resting peacefully like a parasitic leech,
And despite frantic attempts on my part to drive it out; didn’t extrude
as I
expurgated my bowels.
It proved to be an indispensable commodity while in business meetings;
easing
tumultuous tension from my nerve-racked mind,
Helping me divert my attention sporadically; envisage and chalk new
policies
with loads of innovative precision.
It caused me to slip when adhering to the rough floor; losing my
balance
awkwardly as I unconsciously tread on,
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Although I didn’t rebuke or castigate it vehemently; as I found myself
lying
on the celestial feet of my sweetheart.
It impregnated a chirpy aura to my demeanor; making me superficially
perceive
years beyond my age,
And the best thing about it was that it formed a gigantic bubble when I
dexterously inflated it; blowing slim draughts of air trapped in my
chest,
As it snapped with a thunderous bang into multiple fragments; which was
all
that was now left of my "RECTANGULAR BAR OF CHEWING GUM".
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RESIDUE
When I boiled squalid mushroom and glittering diamonds together in a
cauldron;
placing it above crackling flames of the fire,
The residue obtained contained profound traces of radiating yellow;
annihilating even the most minuscule trace of the black vegetable.
When I boiled fetid sewage along with fragrant petals of crimson rose;
above
the naked flames of the stove,
The residue obtained had no sight of dirt; all It emanated was an
omnipotent
essence of the flower.
When I boiled ominous scorpion sting with innocuous butter; roasting
the same
over long rods of blistering iron,
The residue obtained looked as brilliant as the sacerdotal body of sun;
and
there were simply no signs of the lethal poison.
When I boiled extracts of the tarnished politicians speech with the
martyrs
blood; simmering it on the smoke rising from the cooking range,
The residue obtained had an overwhelming aroma of the valiant soldier;
with
every scrap of the leader's notes dying an instantaneous death.
When I boiled acrimonious thorns along with velvety blades of grass;
shaking
the mixture profusely over the chimney fire,
The residue obtained had stringently acquired an accentuated olive
color of
grass; and the pointed shoots were now converted into soft sponge as an
aftermath.
When I boiled obnoxious petrol along with gallons of fresh liquid;
placing the
same above a conflagration of seasoned timber sticks,
The residue obtained was as impeccable as spring water; with the
pugnacious
odor of the gasoline drowning a ghastly death.
When I boiled parasitic leech along with the succulent cherry; placing
them on
a conglomerate of scorching leaves,
The residue obtained was as scarlet as evanescent dawn; with a
mesmerizing
smell of the fruit wafting in the air; and all signs of the worm
disappearing
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into slim oblivion.
When I boiled frozen cubes of ice along with repugnant green chili;
placing
the same in boiler room of a ship,
The residue obtained contained bountiful rivulets of water; with the
animosity
of the hostile weed melting inevitably with the ice.
When I boiled omnipresent god along with the diabolical devil; placing
them
under fiery rays of the rising sun,
The residue in store was the omniscient creator standing tall and
domineering
emitting his perpetual scent; with the satanic monster pulverized to
inconspicuous ash.
And when I boiled love with prejudiced hatred; keeping the same to burn
in
sweltering heat of the desert,
The residue obtained had fathomless waves of perennial love; naturally
overshadowing anecdotes of baseless abhorrence.
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SILVER COBWEB
It glistened magnificently under the brilliant sun; resembling the
enigmatic
and mystical angel,
It shimmered majestically under the fluorescent beams of moon; looking
like
the swirling waves of sea eventually culminating into froth,
It wavered rampantly with the gusty breeze; occasionally snapping apart
some
of its flocculent threads,
It nonchalantly greeted the inclement rain; thoroughly despising fat
globules
of water striking against its flimsy silhouette,
It trapped scores of innocuous insects in its viscous womb; a plethora
of
young fledglings who tried to permeate its territory,
It was firmly riveted to bifurcated branches of rustic trees; enmeshing
a host
of boisterous termites who dared try and butcher it,
It had boundless strands of silk; interwoven at incongruous distances
of
space,
Its beauty appeared all the more accentuated at ephemeral dawn; with
hazy rays
of light marking its incoherently rotund periphery,
It feasted and supremely relished a meal of blood sucking bat; which
inadvertently got ensnared flying haphazardly in the night,
It was embossed with tinges of dull gray; with its color appearing
almost
invisible to the unsuspecting intruder,
It also inhabited residential dwellings; a cluster of cloistered places
and
dilapidated mansions being its hot favorite,
It got mercilessly blown away in thunderous storms; who dismantled it
from its
very roots without the slightest of respite,
It was wholesomely silky in complexion; with its long follicles
partially
engulfed by poisonous juices,
It looked ominous in the ambience of open space; and yet at the same
time was
a treat to admire for the scientist and philanderer,
It was profoundly oblivious to sound; the only thing it relied on being
nimble
sensations of touch,
It itself didn’t posses the slightest of odor; the only scent that
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wafted from
its demeanor was that of incarcerated prey,
It was a dreadful nuisance for housewives; who didn’t spare it the
moment they
sighted it; swapping it uncouthly with their tall broomsticks,
It was virtually found inhabiting all corners of the globe; not sparing
the
even the most immaculate of corner,
And the most incredulous thing about it was that it impregnated a
potbellied
spider; which was ever ready to unsparingly gobble any palpable
organism that
got caught,
Which hereby concludes the story of the network of satiny threads which
formed
the "SILVER COBWEB".
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WATER IS PRECIOUS
If there was water on the surface of dry leaves; they would look
superbly
mesmerizing; glistening profoundly under the sun,
If there was water on mud coated wall; there would be a ravishing
scent that
permeated the adulterated air,
If there was water on vegetables lying sprawled in a forlorn heap; they
would
bounce back to boisterous life; retrieving the plethora of minerals
they had
lost in the blistering heat,
If there was water on fossils languidly scattered in obsolete
territories of
the dormant volcano; they would perspicuously depict the mysteries of
the
past; besides shimmering magnificently under the moon,
If there was water on wild buds of jungle mushroom; the unruly shoots
would
sparkle tenaciously; drawing millions of mouths towards them to satiate
their
famished taste buds,
If there was water on a battalion of acrimonious thorns; their tips
would get
dramatically softened; making them flounder in their conquest of
mercilessly
puncturing soft skin,
If there was water on scalp hair; their bedraggled texture would
miraculously
transform into immaculately polished,
If there was water on the obdurate foam of bed; there would be an
unprecedented cool that besieging the ambience; and I would find it
astoundingly easy to fall into a invincible siesta,
If there was water on pairs of chapped lips; they would look
irrefutably
voluptuous and longing to be kissed,
If there was water on the scorched soil of arid desert; the surrounding
wildlife would get substantial reprieve from sweltering storms of heat,
If there was water on rampant flames of fire ominously rising up by the
zipping second; the occupants inside would be saved from the tyranny of
being
burnt alive,
If there was water on the elevation of dusty window panes; they would
suddenly
glitter in animation; explicitly exposing the panoramic view outside,
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If there was water on the river bed; scores of children would gleefully
toss
in it; splashing it frivolously on passing pedestrians,
If there was water on clusters of scarlet rose; they would diffuse a
blissful
fragrance penetrating the claustrophobic environment with a
reinvigorating
aroma,
If there was water on feathers of the majestic peacock; it had the
potential
to circulate waves of rhapsody even in the veins of a dying man; when
the bird
unfurled its wings to a complete blossom,
If there was water on soiled cloth; incorrigible stains would be
indiscriminately exonerated; and the fabric would now resemble an
impeccable
white,
If there was water on the serrated skin of chameleon; it would appear
more
rubicund while wandering indefatigably through the bushes,
And If there was water on the inverted eyelashes of my beloved; she
would look
like a goddess bathed in exquisite gold,
And let me tell you friends it was very easy for us to unflinchingly
achieve
the above mentioned; if only we learnt to save and judiciously preserve
water,
As its every droplet is inevitably worth a million; for it is the
source of
all life beside us; an indispensable fuel to rejuvenate the depleted
reservoir
of our energy; "WATER IS PRECIOUS".
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IF EVER I HAD THE PRIVILEGE
If ever I had the privilege of being a sandstone castle; with palatial
walls
overlooking the flowing river,
I would make sure that all urchins residing on the street; would get
adequate
shelter from uncouth winter and inclement rain.
If ever I had the privilege of being a star in the sky; with black
wisps of
clouds ominously hovering around,
I would make sure that I shone tenaciously all night; illuminating the
lives
of the impoverished with gargantuan rays of hope.
If ever I had the privilege of being a mammoth elephant; with majestic
white
tusks protruding prominently from my trunk,
I would make sure that I transported all monkeys to escalating
treetops; fight
vehemently against savage hunters to protect the jungle.
If ever I had the privilege of being the fathomless ocean; with
swirling waves
colliding vociferously against the rocks,
I would make sure that all the aquatic life impregnated remained
intact; the
waters were completely bereft of the slightest of adulteration.
If ever I had the privilege of being an inflated balloon; with a
plethora of
gaudy strings dangling merrily from my belly,
I would make sure that I tossed and bounced boisterously amidst
crippled
infants; lighting their faces with an everlasting smile.
If ever I had the privilege of being an incoherent lump of rock salt;
with a
piquant odor emanating from my persona,
I would make sure that I inundate all those dishes of bland food; with
sumptuous amounts of taste.
If ever I had the privilege of being a long beaked bird; with clawed
feet
protruding from my slender skinned legs,
I would make sure that I chirped melodiously to placate starved
eardrums;
guard my eggs against nefarious evil all throughout the chilly night.
If ever I had the privilege of being a conglomerate of clouds in the
sky;
possessing a tinge of hideous black,
I would make sure that I rained when it mattered the most; ensuring
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that all
animate on earth were saved from the onslaught of drought.
If ever I had the privilege of being a foliated tree; with infinite
branches
extruding from my tapered trunk,
I would make sure that I sprinkled currency and fruits in commensurate
proportions; so that no one in vicinity died of savage starvation.
And if ever by stroke of benevolent fortune I had the privilege of
being a
man; with the virtue to perceive embedded in my soul,
I would make sure that I unrelentingly loved the person of my dreams;
and
instill the same with equanimity in every human traversing on mother
earth.
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ALL WE HAD TO DO
In order to walk; all we had to do was to coherently use our feet and
march
forward,
In order to write; all we had to do was to hoist the pen; and then
nimbly rub
its nib against bonded paper,
In order to sleep; all we had to do was shut our eyes; thereby
obfuscating
ourselves completely from bright light,
In order to talk; all we had to do was open our mouth; then
articulately
reverberate our tongue in hollow chambers of darkness prevailing,
In order to smile; all we had to do was stretch out luscious lips as
far as
possible; alongwith a trifle empathy in our eyes,
In order to swim; all we had to do was voraciously move our hand and
feet;
master the art of holistically floating on the surface,
In order to eat; all we had to do was place appetizing morsels of
sundry in
our mouth; then masticate the same with sharp incisors of our teeth,
In order to breathe; all we had to do was inhale gallons of
unadulterated air;
inundating the palpable jacket of our lungs with revitalizing fervor,
In order to punch; all we had to do was clench our fists into a compact
ball;
then thrust them with tumultuous power towards the wall,
In order to dance; all we had to do was rhythmically sway our bodies;
to
vibrant tunes of pulsating music,
In order to scratch; all we had to do was use our finger nails
incongruously;
painstakingly peeling off intricate arenas of our skin,
In order to sing; all we had to do was partially open our mouths;
engendering
mesmerizing tunes to permeate the atmosphere,
In order to paint; all we had to do was use the brush vivaciously upon
the
naked body of white canvas,
In order to bathe; all we had to do was to completely submerge our
silhouette
in colossal pools of gurgling stream water; sprinkling the same with
gay
abundance on our scalps,
In order to dig; all we had to do was extricate earth with a shovel;
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pummel
the ground incessantly till we achieved the conducive depth,
In order to remember; all we had to do was intensely flex the tendrils
of our
brain; have loads of conviction in our ability to perceive,
In order to bend; all we had to do was to stoop down on the floor;
kneel with
our chins adhering to the bare surface,
In order to sneeze; all we had to do was hold pungent pepper close to
our
nostrils; then wait for the inevitable aftermath to follow,
In order to pray; all we had to do was to perceive all the benevolence
existing; visualize the most simplest yet the most enamoring forms of
life;
worship the most stupendous form of the omnipresent creator,
And in order to live; all we had to do was philanthropically execute
our
duties towards the society; incarcerate in our hearts forever the
person of
our dreams; the person who could love us immortally for decades
immemorial.
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I WOULD MAKE IT FEEL BEAUTIFUL
If I had a dead flower in my hand; I would plant it in the soil; for it
to
spread its lingering redolence; and at the same time proliferating
several of
its kind,
If I had a bulky sheaf of scribbled paper in my hand; I would erase all
the
obnoxious literature embedded; rendering the same immaculate and
spotless for
reuse,
If I had infinite pieces of shattered glass in my hand; I would
coalesce them
all together; metamorphosing them to form a scintillating mirror,
If I had an injured pigeon in my hand; I would inundate his wounds with
omnipotent soil; impregnating in him the power to fly high and handsome
again,
If I had lifeless follicles of hair in my hand; I would scrub them
tenaciously
with flamboyant antiseptic; to make them glisten again,
If I had fetid and rotten vegetables in my hand; I would soak them in
fresh
water; then put them beneath stringent rays of the sun to wholesomely
fumigate
them,
If I had a dilapidated and pulverized brick in my hand; I would fortify
it
with reinforced cement to make it withstand the most torrential of
thunder,
If I had an acrimonious chunk of thorn in my hand; I would coat it with
a
sheet of sparkling honey; then offer the same to famished insects
loitering
through the dusty streets,
If I had a deflated balloon in my hand; I would stuff it with free air;
to
augment it to robust proportions,
If I had splinters of bedraggled cloth in my hand; I would refurbish
them into
a composite garment; using my steel bodkin and spools of thread
adroitly,
If I had disdainful saliva in my hand; I would make optimum use
applying the
same to the tainted windshield of my car; thereby creating a few
pellucid
spots amidst the sea of camouflaging dust,
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If I had venomous tobacco leaves in my hand; I would incinerate them to
create
a crackling bonfire; granting scores of people reprieve from freezing
currents
of austere winter,
If I had a ominous revolver in my hand; I would embed slices of piquant
tomato
in the place of lead bullets; then play with the same amongst a bunch
of
innocuous children,
If I had squelched pulp of raw sewage in my hand; I would use the same
for
sprinkling commensurately between the plants; strengthening their roots
with a
blend of nutritional elements,
If I had an ensemble of incongruously hard stones in my hand; I would
submerge
them in shallow streams of placid water; to make the shrunken surface
dramatically swell,
If I had blistering hot acid in my hand; I would disseminate the same
into
thirsty desert sands; which would greedily absorb the same with loads
of
gratitude,
If I had rusty bells in my hand; I would strike them together to pierce
The
still ambience with an enigmatic and jingling sound,
If I had an obnoxious mosquito on my hand; I would place him in a pool
of
frosty milk; for him to greedily savor the stupendous taste of life,
If I had gruesomely fractured bones in my hand; I would perseveringly
mold
them; resurrect them with scrupulous care; to make them walk again,
And even if I had the most hideous looking entity in my hands; I WOULD
STILL
MAKE IT FEEL BEAUTIFUL; by embellishing it with the garment of my love;
encapsulating its body with unprecedented care.
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STILL REIGNING SUPREME
Although it stands in a pool of disdainful mud; with wild creepers
camouflaging it in entirety,
The lotus still reigns supreme; due to its lingering redolence; the
stupendously enamoring color of its leaves.
Although it is obliterated by a conglomerate of ominous thunder clouds;
black
gases whistling past it at swashbuckling speeds,
The moon still reigns supreme; due to its scintillating and perennial
shine;
which profoundly illuminates the night.
Although it flies amidst a fleet of hideous vultures; sounds of vicious
wailing uncouthly caressing its wings,
The nightingale still reigns supreme; due to its incredibly mesmerizing
voice
which permeates the atmosphere.
Although she swims underwater with pugnacious sharks slithering in
proximity;
the multilegged octopus fervently awaiting every single opportunity to
strangulate it,
The mermaid still reigns supreme; due to its silken complexioned skin;
the
vivaciousness incorporated in its body.
Although it lies obfuscated behind the fortress of lanky mountains; the
colossal shadows trying to wholesomely submerge it,
The sun still reigns supreme; due to its blistering rays; the
overwhelming
tenacity in its shine able to dazzle every nook and cranny of the
earth.
Although it lies incarcerated in cloistered space; a slimy shell
sequestering
it completely from the outside world,
The pearl still reigns supreme; due to its unrelenting capacity to
glow;
inundate the life of whosoever who purchases it with an inevitable
sparkle.
Although it sprouts from primordial wild clay; with fetid puddles of
slush
sprawled abundantly around,
The button mushroom still reigns supreme; due to its delectably
appeasing
silhouette; the exultation it generates when squelched between pair of
teeth.
Although it gushes past a plethora of belligerent barricades; jagged
rocks
hindering its progress at every juncture possible,
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The white water mountain stream still reigns supreme; due to its
tingling
noise; the reinvigorating feeling it imparts when drunk with cupped
hands.
Although it lies imprisoned in dungeons of doom; ghastly waves of air
striking
it each minute unveiling,
The biscuit of gold still reigns supreme; due to the perpetual glow
emanating
from its persona; its uncanny ability to overpower all commodities
existing.
And although he existed in a world besieged with corruption; blood
sucking
individuals trying to massacre civilization,
The angel still reigned supreme; due to an impeccable aura engulfing
his
demeanor; the unprecedented faith he had in his mother; his beloved;
and the
almighty who had created him.
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DOING IS BELIEVING
When I heard about the tree; what I perceived was a wooden stalk
embodied with
a conglomerate of dense leaves,
While it was only when I swung on its branches; did I come to realize
the
exuberance; as the vibrant breeze struck me in my eyes; the chirping of
birds
drowned me in entirety.
When I heard about the sea; what I imagined was a colossal assemblage
of water
with swirling waves,
While it was only when I swam in its choppy waters; did I come to
realize the
tanginess in its froth; the infinite numbers of big fish wading past my
persona.
When I heard about the sun; what I conceived was a flaming ball of fire
perched high up in the azure sky,
While it was only when I stood beneath the same; did I come to realize
the
passionate intensity of its rays; the magnificent glory of its golden
shine.
When I heard about the deserts; what I envisaged was sprawling lands of
sand;
alluring mirages looming large and prominent,
While it was only when I traversed the same barefoot; did I come to
realize
the slipperiness of its soil; the acrimonious thorns of cactus grazing
across
my petite flesh.
When I heard about ice; what I visualized was incongruous cubes of
frozen
water; silently oozing out droplets of cold liquid,
While it was only when I clambered up the snow clad mountain; did I
come to
realize the unfathomable waves of winter; the goose-bumps that ran down
right
up to my slender spine.
When I heard about the castle; what I fantasized was scores of palatial
rooms;
towering roofs leaping high and handsome into the sky,
While it was only when I walked through its rooms; did I come to
realize the
desolation circumventing its walls; the century old cobwebs dangling at
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whisker lengths from my chin.
When I heard about gold; what I apprehended was rotund biscuits; coated
profoundly with a distinctive coat of pure saffron,
While it was only when I felt the same in my palms; did I come to
realize its
pudgy texture; the perennial shimmer that mystically emanated from its
body.
When I heard about god; what I comprehended was a celestial power
reigning
supreme over the world,
While it was only when I met his reincarnation in person; did I come to
realize the omnipotent power in his eyes; his unsurpassable ability to
vanquish all pain prevailing on earth.
When I heard about love; what I cognized was languishing
indiscriminately in
the aisles of desire; fervently embracing ones beloved to generate
tremors of
excitement,
While it was only when I fell into it; did I come to realize the
emotional
bondage that resulted as an aftermath; the sacrifice involved to
sustain the
same.
And when I heard about life; I romanticized it to be a garden of
scarlet
roses; with its revitalizing redolence inundating my soul,
While it was only when I actually tried leading it; did I come to
realize the
barricades laid in all directions for me to confront; the ocean of
adventure
lying ahead; for me to plunge in and conquer.
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HUMAN TENDENCY
If I asked you to choose from verdant landscapes of the mountain; and
the
blistering flames of fire,
I am sure you would prefer to philander through the leafy foliage;
relishing
the scent of newly born dew-drops.
If I asked you to choose from exotically flavored ice-cream; and fetid
rivulets of debris gushing at vibrant velocities from the gutter,
I am sure you would prefer to nibble at the frozen cream; sipping it
gently
down the veins of your throat.
If I asked you to choose from the rollicking dolphins; and the
ominously
gargantuan shark,
I am sure you would prefer to play with the dolphin; riding on its back
with
the frothy ocean waves striking your naked skin.
If I asked you to choose from a bed of flocculent skin; and the
disdainfully
dangling century old cobweb,
I am sure you would prefer to blissfully sleep on the Dunlop; let the
vibrations of fantasy take a stranglehold of your dreams.
If I asked you to choose from the scintillating oyster; and a string of
profoundly venomous thorns,
I am sure you would prefer to explore the pearls incarcerated inside
the
shell; let their intense radiance add a sparkle to your dreary eyes.
If I asked you to choose from the crystalline streams of water; and
fuming
pints of hostile acid,
I am sure you would prefer to stand beneath the falls; enjoy the cool
liquid
cascade down your persona.
If I asked you to choose from a grandiloquent houseboat; and the
unwashed
body of a stray pig,
I am sure you would prefer to romanticize in the aisles of desire;
admire the
mystical view unfurl as the steamer traversed forward.
If I asked you to choose from the dwelling perched high up in the
silken
clouds; and the ghastly interiors of a Lions den,
I am sure you would prefer to float in the mesmerizing sky; rekindle
your
senses with every droplet of intermittent rain.
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If I asked you to choose from perennial love; and a land of baseless
hatred,
I am sure you would prefer to submerge yourself into the sweetness of
sharing;
the immortal fruit of romance.
If I asked you to choose from your mother; and the uncouth society
brutally
whipping you at umpteenth quarters,
I am sure you would prefer to nestle in the arms of the entity who
procreated
you; stare into her impeccable eyes for eternity.
If I asked you to choose from omnipotent God; and the hideously
distorted long
toothed devil,
I am sure you would prefer to kneel down at the feet of the creator;
imbibe
the essence of his ideals to propagate them far and wide in this world.
And If I asked you to choose from life; and gruesomely torturous death,
I am sure the HUMAN TENDENCY in you would propel you to live; fight for
your
survival; amidst an ambience blended with pure and adulterated mortals
wandering around.
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NOTHING IN THIS WORLD
Nothing in this world can substitute the Sun; its fiery rays
wholesomely
sizzling cloistered portions of Earth,
Man tried hard to invent electricity; but languid beams of the bulb
miserably
failed to make an impact in front of the celestial body.
Nothing in this world can substitute the river; its mesmerizing flow
between
the pathway of cobbled stones,
Man tried hard to bathe in luke warm pond of distilled water; but it
pathetically floundered to provide him the rejuvenation he badly
needed; the
tingling sensations he desired to entrench him entirety.
Nothing in this world can substitute the bird; its vivacious flight in
an
ambience of silken complexioned clouds,
Man tried hard to evolve the aircraft; but its discordantly whirring
noise;
the overwhelming commotion it produced while cruising through air; was
simply
unable to match the flight of the feathered monster.
Nothing in this world can substitute the rose; its ravishing redolence
that
stimulated infinite scores of nostrils trespassing in vicinity,
Man tried hard to blend exotic perfumes; bottle the concentrates in
swanky
bottles for display; but their essence gruesomely failed to make an
impression; and their odor subsided with an intensity faster than it
had
arisen.
Nothing in this world can substitute the mountains; the stupendously
panoramic
view of the cascading waterfalls and steep gorges,
Man tried hard to construct palatial resorts; embellishing the same
with a
host of contemporary amenities; but the garish concrete appeared as a
speck of
inconspicuous dust in the backdrop of the mystical valley.
Nothing in this world can substitute snow; the immaculate globules of
white
crystals embedded splendidly on the jagged rocks,
Man tried hard to form ice in meticulous trays; but the monotonously
molded
cubes; looked utterly disparaging when compared with the undulating
bedsheets
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of frozen water sprawled in tandem on the hills.
Nothing in this world can substitute the Neem tree; its herbal branches
dangling holistically; its myriad of corrugated sticks used for
scrupulously
cleaning teeth,
Man tried hard to use the toothbrush; but its insipid bristles dithered
from
evacuating dirt; displayed abashing signs of collapse after being used
just
for a few number of times.
Nothing in this world can substitute the pearl; its immortal
ramifications
that besiege the atmosphere after popping out from the slimy oyster,
Man tried hard to chisel intricate jewelry; polish it tenaciously till
it
sparkled; but its glow perished gradually with the fading of time; and
the
lackadaisical ornament refrained to incarcerate attention a month after
wearing.
Nothing in this world can substitute truth; the omnipotent power in its
voice;
the everlasting spirit it succeeds in portraying,
Man tried hard to speak lies; dexterously hide his fallacies by leaning
towards malice; but in the end he was completely devoured in the
radiance of
righteousness; the perennial brilliance of truth.
And nothing in this world can substitute love; the fervor generated by
its
mere caress; the unfathomable pleasure of being imprisoned by the same,
Man tried hard to but it superfluously with fat wads of currency;
baselessly
threw exorbitant opulence to experience the same; but in the end
realized that
a single passionate beat of his heart was enough to evoke; what his
entire
treasury of wealth had failed to purchase…
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IMMACULATE TIE
It dangled freely from my collar; gently caressing my belly as it
cascaded
down,
It fluttered vivaciously in the rustic breeze; voluptuously tingling
the
fabric of my crisp shirt,
It rose and fell sporadically as I incessantly took wild draughts of
ravishing
breeze into my lungs,
It imparted me loads of compassionate warmth; as the biting cold air
struck be
inevitably in my chest,
It portrayed a strikingly vivid picture; against the backdrop of pure
white
linen; in which I was adorned,
It bifurcated my demeanor into commensurate compartments; subtly
sequestering
me from being called pot-bellied,
It granted an uncanny tautness to the scruff of my neck; inundated in
me a
feeling of being on my heels; and rampantly on the prowl,
It sometimes provided me reprieve from my running nose; as I blew it
thunderously into the fluff; where it settled inconspicuously and
contented at
the rear,
It majestically camouflaged an armory of disdainful buttons; neatly
intermingling with the buckle of my belt,
It danced merrily in perfect synergy with my body; as I gyrated the
entire
night to tunes of pulsating music,
It revealed pompous shades of my personality; gave my visage multiple
opportunities to stand shoulder to shoulder with the exorbitantly rich,
It appeared as an silken angel; having a profound aura of its own;
amidst a
host of other garb surrounding it,
It felt as light as a pigeon feather; yet was the mightiest ornament
bestowing
impetus upon my diminutive stature,
It often protected me form acrid sunlight; as I adroitly removed it;
tied it
on my scalp as a cool and flabby bandanna,
It succumbed to my desires of whipping; when I thrashed it in free
space;
producing an ensemble of exotic noises,
It served as an excellent tool to play; when I curled it into an
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incongruous
ball; tossed it mischievously towards my mesmerizing girlfriend,
It proved as a towel on infinite occasions; when the actual napkin
became
obsolete and was nowhere to be found,
It had been on my persona since decades; providing me that tinge of
sophistication that I had perennially desired,
But more importantly than anything; it had fulfilled my desire of being
a
complete man; gloriously projecting me to the existing society,
SO now you tell me folks what more could I expect out of a short stub
of
slippery garment; which we christen today in contemporary terminology
as an
"IMMACULATE TIE"?
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MONDAY TO SUNDAY
The joints in my body ached and groaned; my head pulsated like a
volcano about
to fulminate,
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock had disrupted all signs of
blissful
sleep; caused an uncanny panic to circulate through my veins,
As I stretched my shoulders disdainfully; took the acrimonious rays of
the sun
directly in my eyes; tread my feet nonchalantly on the ground to get
ready for
the office on MONDAY.
The lids of my eye felt as if they would inevitably shut; the skin
encompassing my ankles looked bruised and swollen,
The chords of my heart were throbbing turbulently; every draught of
breath
cascaded down my nostrils agonizingly,
As I got dressed at the brink of the hour; to drop the kids to school;
present
my spurious smiles to the outside world on the TUESDAY.
The strands of my hair appeared ruffled; an incongruous stubble
extruded from
my cheeks,
The exteriors of my lips were mercilessly chapped; pangs of hunger
leapt
animatedly in my stomach as an aftermath of indigestion,
As I kissed my wife disparagingly on her cheek; made a beeline for the
conference; with my socks worn upside down; on the WEDNESDAY.
The armpits in my body emanated a horrendous stench; earth shattering
dreams
resonated vibrantly through my mind,
My body tossed and turned wildly before awakening; the rings engulfing
my neck
had transited into an ungainly black,
As I feverishly brushed my teeth with brackish toothpaste sped to the
airport
in my silver Mercedes, and my tie nearly strangulating my breath on the
THURSDAY.
The nerves in my ears had become numb to sound; people in vicinity
struck my
eyes as an obfuscated blur,
The stairs I descended down seemed like colossal mountains; deafening
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sneezes
occurring sporadically made me feel inherently weak,
As I sat down like a bombastic demon; pale smoke of the cigarette
wafting from
my mouth striking my adversary; in the breakfast meeting on the FRIDAY.
The rays of hope were silently stirring in my soul; tinges of
exuberance
seemed to be taking partial control of my speech,
The images of surreal fantasy were painstakingly enveloping my mind; an
insatiable nervousness was boisterously bursting through my knuckles,
As nostalgic memories of my family profoundly lingered in my heart; and
the
plane prepared to caress the tarmac of my country on the SATURDAY.
The hour of my freedom had eventually arrived; the ticking of the clock
miserably floundered to make the slightest of impact on my thunderous
snores,
The beams of dawn had never seemed so pleasant before; the voice of my
wife
had never seemed so enchanting,
As I got up languidly from my sleep; executed a yawn larger than my
dwelling;
embraced my children; my new found freedom; ebulliently on the SUNDAY.
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FOUNDATIONS
The century old fort had fading exteriors; although it stood fortified
against
the mightiest of whirlwinds and storms,
While its contemporary counterparts constructed at electric speeds
appeared
bombastic; but collapsed like a soft pack of cards; at the slightest
tremor of
the earthquake.
The thick rooted Banyan tree seemed outlandish; with infinite dusty
tendrils
cascading from its body; although it bore the brunt of the cyclone open
chested without budging an inch from the place it had taken birth,
While the rose embellished with glistening dew drops; looking
flamboyant and
just a few days old; withered to blend with the mud at the first sign
of
thunder in the sky.
The large feathered grandfather eagle appeared rustic; flapping its
corrugated
wings painstakingly in the air; although it soared like a handsome
prince
through the ominous cover of black clouds,
While the silver streamed aircraft swished like a rocket through space;
but
resonated like a dying man nose-dived towards the earth; as streaks of
turbulent lightening struck it unexpectedly.
The gargantuan lake looked monotonous; bereft of a single wave on its
surface;
although its swollen silhouette wasn’t affected the least in the peak
of
sweltering summer,
While the stream plummeting from the mountains looked enchanting;
incessantly
producing a mesmerizing sound; but the assemblage of water shrunk to
raw dust;
under sizzling rays of the dazzling sun.
The conglomerate of fingers appeared pretty disillusioning; with the
feather
coated pen in their grip embodied with antique designs; although they
chiseled
exquisite lines of delectable literature; all throughout the night,
While the conventional computer typed lines at nerve wrecking speeds;
was a
symbol of profound sophistication in the new millennium; but
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metamorphosed all
script into mumbled junk; the instant it was attacked by lethal virus.
The nuggets of glittering gold appeared indigenous; stashed well
beneath in
hideous dungeons; with the fangs of snake god guarding them against all
evil;
although when they were exposed to sun and unrelenting rain; the
biscuits
still retained their lustrous texture; the immortality of their shine,
While the scintillating coins of modern silver looked alluring; were
used
profusely in day to day interaction; but the chips developed peels of
obnoxious rust on their surface; a few weeks after the monsoons.
The bicycle looked ludicrous; with spokes of skeleton steel protruding
from
each of its bars; although it traversed smoothly on the streets;
whether it be
gruesome night; or the steaming day,
While the swanky car was a stupendous delight to admire; zipped past
the
landscapes at roaring speeds; but halted abruptly midway; as the last
droplet
of petrol evaporated from its tank; leaving it stranded amidst an
ambience of
jungle and savage beasts.
The shades of rainbow in the cosmos appeared dull; failed to
incarcerate
attention at times; although they perennially appeared in the sky;
after every
shower of rain in sunlight,
While the blend of colors in the artists palette looked fascinating;
each
stroke of the brush evolving a new network of enthusing designs; but
they got
massacred the moment I scrubbed them vigorously with the eraser;
annihilating
all traces of them from this universe.
And the grizzly haired man seemed to be on the verge of extinction;
infinite
portions of his skin sagging towards the soil; although the experiences
of
life had made his FOUNDATIONS astronomically strong; and he displayed
paramount resilience in adeptly conquering the most Herculean of task,
While the impetuous youngster looked brazenly dynamic; had blood
circulating
passionately through his veins; but when it came to deciphering the
enigmas of
life; he buckled wholesomely under the pressure; the aftermath of which
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nearly
sent him on an expedition to his heavenly abode.
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BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH
Between the ominous black clouds and the earth; there lies enchanting
breeze
placidly cooling the atmosphere,
Between wholesome pitch darkness and brilliant sunlight; there lies the
mesmerizing evening; passionately awaiting the night,
Between the summit of colossal mountain and the dusty roads; there lies
the
delectably gurgling waterfall; dissipating into silken froth,
Between the mammoth tusked elephant and the minuscule ant; there lies
the
innocuous rabbit; playing hide and seek amidst the labyrinth of bushes,
Between the bombastic Mercedes and the threadbare tricycle; there lies
a bike;
zipping past the landscapes at lightening speeds,
Between the transparent mirror and mounds of abominable coal; there
lies murky
coins of silver; incarcerating all in vicinity with their mystical
spell,
Between the stupendously exotic rose and the infinitesimal granules of
free
soil; there lies nimble blades of grass; voraciously tickling
trespassers with
their tantalizing tendrils,
Between the obstreperously screeching train and the perpetually silent
valley;
there lies the bubbling river; granting substantial reprieve from the
agony of
sweltering sun,
Between hostile thorns of cactus and the sweet curry of pulverized
sugar;
there lies the robust apple imparting a voluptuous flavor the instant
you
masticated it,
Between the profusely embellished statue and heap of fetid garbage;
there lies
the succulent coconut with a pool of tangy water impregnated in its
womb,
Between the grandiloquent castle and the shoddily attired iron
drainpipe;
there lies the seaside hut; with waves of the ocean sporadically
against its
windows,
Between the melodiously singing nightingale and the discordantly
wailing
mosquito; there lies the sly fox; whistling harmoniously in open space,
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Between the pot bellied giant and the inconspicuous infant; there lies
the
impetuous youngster; euphorically wandering around,
Between the bird soaring astronomically high and the slithering lizard;
there
lies the opalescent butterfly flirtatiously fluttering its wings,
Between impeccable truth and nefarious evil; there lies the mischievous
monkey
playing pranks to appease mankind,
Between the sanctimoniously rich and the bedraggled beggar; there lies
the
common man; trying to struggle every unleashing minute for existence,
Between garish velvet and immaculate fibers of white; there lies the
grey
squirrel; frantically trying to search its burrow before sunset,
Between immortal love and superficial hatred; there lies philanthropic
friendship; propagating its essence far and wide,
And between new born life and perilously old death; there lie sweet
experiences; which add color to living; a dynamic vibrancy to breath.
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ROOTS
The castle in the forest appeared haughty and
ostentatious; with gaudy drapes majestically
camouflaging its windows,
Although it had its roots firmly embedded in
lackluster mud; which was blended incongruously with
glowworms and reptile.
The ocean looked colossal; with gigantic waves
swirling tumultuously towards the sky,
Although it had its roots in granules of frigid sand;
replete with coral leaves and soggy hillocks of clay.
The gold mines appeared marvelously glittering;
emanating a perennial glow of extravagant prosperity
and opulence,
Although it had its roots firmly embedded in obnoxious
slabs of coal; a coat of ghastly black encapsulating
its scintillating demeanor.
The silhouette of sun looked stupendously dazzling;
emitting infinite rays of fire permeating pugnaciously
through the dark,
Although it had its roots sprawled since centuries
unprecedented in the lackadaisical sky; with placid
patches of blue in vicinity sheltering it; to make its
dream come true.
The clothes on the prince's body appeared incredibly
alluring; with every individual confronting him;
instantly fantasizing himself adorning the same,
Although the royal garb had its roots in innocuous
tufts of country cotton; sprouting in multiple
clusters from the ground.
The edifice overlooking the shopping mall looked
gargantuan; with several bystanders transgressing the
streets; admiring it unanimously in open mouthed
consternation,
Although it had its roots in dexterously ploughed
soil; juxtaposed commensurately with raw cement and
concrete.
The President's destiny appeared enchanting; as he
stood tall and domineering on the dais; with an
indomitable spirit to conquer profoundly lingering in
his eyes,
Although it had its roots in the lines of his spongy
palm; the labyrinth of mounts and stars impregnated in
his tiny fist.
The Banyan tree looked like a fascinating fortress;
with scores of animals and birds wandering vivaciously
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through its cascading branches,
Although it had its roots deeply embodied in recesses
of moist earth; and a conglomerate of nutrients in the
same; nurturing it to rise to unbelievable heights.
And the creator appeared invincible; with the entire
universe distinctly visible; each time he opened his
mouth,
Although he had his roots entwined with philanthropic
simplicity; the rudiments of equality granting him the
unprivileged aura of ruling over the entire cosmos;
residing in every heart that throbbed benevolently;
palpitated passionately for life.
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MAN EATER AT LARGE
The birds on the trees screeched hysterically; permeating the
atmosphere with
their shrill ringing,
Cars on the streets swerved wildly; clashing head on with the electric
poles,
Children studying diligently in school; rushed out in a frenzy from the
building,
Women busy chatting in shopping malls; froze in their footsteps;
drowned
wholesomely in the chaotic pandemonium,
Infants crawling innocuously on the floor started to cry incessantly;
banging
their diminutive fists against the table,
Businessmen contemplating the intricacies of market; dropped their
money;
galloped like a boisterous kangaroo for life,
The meticulous bus conductor forgot to halt at stops; speeded the
vehicle;
whizzing like a demon through the placid countryside,
People languishing in the pool with the sun sizzling their frigid skin;
sprinted to seek shelter in the dense jugglery of bush as the last
resort,
Clusters of teenagers painstakingly sucking ice-candy; devoured it in a
single
gulp; sacrificing all pleasure and relish,
Dogs barking vociferously at unsuspecting strangers; subdued their
voices to
mellowed yawns,
The barber who was leisurely trimming scalp hair; plucking a thin
strand at a
time; scraped apart the entire beard; in a state of bewilderment;
infinite
beads of sweat trickling down his nape,
The petrified scientists in their state of agony; inadvertently
launched space
shuttles well ahead of the scheduled time,
The pop star dancing like an angel to pulsating tunes; collapsed with a
thud
on the floor like soggy matchsticks,
Security guards deployed on the border; fled helter-skelter using every
iota
of their imbibed skill; to salvage immediate shelter,
Doctors in their clinics took potent pills for palpitation; to pacify
their
volcanically throbbing hearts,
Fishes swimming majestically in imprisoned aquariums; slithered like
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never
before; to the vibrations of passionate tension,
Mosquitoes profoundly engrossed in sucking ripe blood; left in a hurry;
flying
to unprecedented heights of the ceiling,
The spider raced several times in its web; feeling the insurmountable
agony
bursting in its tentacles,
The artist sketching panoramic valleys; almost swallowed the brush in
his
mouth; made a sheer travesty of the image in nervous excitement,
The prime minister articulately delivering the speech in his sonorous
voice;
disdainfully dropped the mike,
The sun rays winked a little from their blazing shine; the winds
blowing
across roads shivered inexplicably,
It was a complete mayhem out there; as the 10 foot long leopard escaped
from
caged bars; gallivanted like a king through the busy traffic lanes; and
a
single growl from the beast had people proclaiming in all directions of
the;
"MAN EATER AT LARGE".
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YOU COULDNT BUY
You could purchase a pair of teeth; but you couldn’t buy their
scintillating
shine,
You could purchase a handsome tiger; but you couldn’t buy his thunderous
growl,
You could purchase a glamorous rose; but you couldn’t buy its
mesmerizing
redolence,
You could purchase the entire valley; but you couldn’t buy its
unfathomable
depth,
You could purchase a mammoth slab of ice; but you couldn’t buy its
frozen
coolness,
You could purchase sprawling territories of sand; but you couldn’t buy
their
sweltering heat,
You could purchase a cluster of opalescent striped nightingales; but
you
couldn’t buy their enchanting voice,
You could purchase boundless meadows of grass; but you couldn’t buy the
coat
of
dew drops glistening on their surface,
You could purchase the sapphire blue dolphin; but you couldn’t buy its
rollicking leap,
You could purchase dexterously sculptured paintings; but you couldn’t
buy the
artists mind,
You could purchase the colossal lake; but you couldn’t buy the fish
proliferating inside; every unleashing second,
You could purchase a pair of eyes from the eyebank; but you couldn’t buy
their
emphatic rays,
You could purchase knotted fingers; but you co
uldn’t buy the things they
wrote,
You could purchase a sparkling jewel; but you couldn’t buy the impact
that it
had on your destiny,
You could purchase a swanky car; but you couldn’t buy the speeds at
which it
traversed,
You could purchase a slave; but you couldn’t buy the uninhibited freedom
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of
his
thoughts,
You could purchase a woman; but you couldn’t buy the love residing deep
in her
conscience,
You could purchase an idol of God; but you couldn’t buy the omnipotent
power
it
was capable of executing,
And you could purchase a heart; but you simply couldn’t buy its
violently
palpitating beats; the overwhelming tenacity it had to grant new
life...
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IT WAS VERY EASY
It was very easy to let gallons of water pass under the bridge; as all
one had
to do was open the wrought iron gates,
But to stop its flow thereafter was exceedingly tedious; as the stream
picked
up speed; swelled leaps and bounds every unfurling second.
It was very easy to speed up a car; as all you needed was to uncouthly
press
upon the accelerator,
But to freeze it completely in its footsteps was an insurmountable
task; as
the sedan swerved wildly on the wet tarmac; rotating umpteenth number
of
times; before achieving refined degrees of control.
It was very easy to light a cigarette; as all one required was a nimble
flame
emanating from the matchstick,
But to subside its flames was a Herculean task; as the lungs developed
an
insatiable addiction for the acrid smoke.
It was very easy to provoke a tiger; as all you needed was to poke it
in its
ribs; disdainfully drench it with water right in its den,
But it was an agonizing wait before the beast pacified; as it tore
apart the
flesh of several innocent; before eventually drifting into his
afternoon
siesta.
It was very easy to make a person blind; as you had to do was hurl a
tumbler
of fuming acid towards his immaculate face,
But to regain back sight was simply unattainable; as the blackness
hovering
over his eyes; became more intense with the fading light.
It was very easy to shatter a colossal ensemble of glass; as all you
needed to
do was bang its surface coercively with hard stone,
But to recoup its fragments was a marathon job; as they lay scattered
rampantly; and a majority concealed in black mud all around.
It was very easy to spend money; as all you had to do was purchase
every
object that appeared enamoring to your eye, let it drizzle
chivalrously from
your palms,
But to earn it back was overwhelmingly hard; as each penny acquired
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conscientiously; made you shed more than a million drops of your sweat.
It was very easy to say "I love you"; as all you needed to do was
romanticize
incessantly in the tunnel of tantalizing romance,
But to sustain the same became stupendously difficult; as you had to
fight an
head on battle with the sanctimonious society; break your back to
suffice
daily fodder.
And it was very easy to kill a person; as all you had to do was
ruthlessly
compress the trigger of your gleaming gun,
But to revive back life proved wholesomely futile; as it was impossible
to
enter the territories of the omnipotent creator.
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THE ULTIMATE HISS OF DEATH…
Like an infinite brutal knives inexorably stabbing
every tangible space of happiness; devastating every
single aspect of my existence beyond the threshold of
sagacious repair,
Like infinite maelstroms of inexplicable despair;
thwarting even the most infidel of my desire; to die
the most excruciatingly gory death within the realms
of my wailing soul,
Like an infinite nights of haplessly strangulating
nightmares; each of which metamorphosed me into the
ghosts of jinxed oblivion; even though I was
jubilantly alive,
Like an infinite thorns of truculently beheading
disease; snapping every holistic fang of my existence;
with the mortuaries of unparalleled misfortune and
invidious blackness,
Like an infinite skeletons of tawdrily cursing
nothingness; ghastily rendering every ounce of my
poignant blood; to worthlessly debilitating and
infinitesimal ash,
Like an infinite oceans of deplorably slandering
blood; which intransigently drowned every dimension of
my skull; to the acrimoniously unsparing rock bottom,
Like an infinite gallows of deliriously inexplicable
depression; which morbidly injected the vials of
lecherous helplessness; into each of my veins at a
speed more vicious than the most uncontrolled
thunderbolts of lightening,
Like an infinite devilish snakes slithering into
vindictive wilderness; maiming even the most
iridescently robust of my senses; with hedonistically
penalizing venom,
Like an infinite ferociously undulating waves; which
made me inevitably crumble on my very own feet like a
pack of lugubriously impotent matchsticks; without the
tiniest of insinuation or prior warning,
Like infinite atrociously non-existent parasites;
which cannibalistically devoured even the last ounce
of enthusiasm from my impoverished demeanor;
hopelessly discarding me to beg on the irascibly
rambunctious roads,
Like an infinite germs of indispensably asphyxiating
cancer; which slowly and slowly incarcerated even the
most oblivious granule of triumph; in my bountifully
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celestial body,
Like an infinite murderously silent dungeons of
imperiling boredom; stigmatizing each victoriously
jostling nerve of mine; with unstoppable whirlpools of
carnivorously delinquent lechery,
Like infinite icicles of lecherously weeping
lifelessness; which diabolically froze the very last
ounce of virility in my blood; rendering me lividly
castrated in the center of the beautifully bustling
street,
Like an infinite wails of salaciously massacring
meaninglessness; which ripped apart through even the
most invisible fabric of my felicity; like an endless
desert of maniacal victimization,
Like an infinite footsteps of unforgivably plundering
crime; forever robbing every single element of my
body; of its stupendously bewitching versatility,
Like an infinite cold-blooded cauldrons of esoteric
perversions; subjugating my nimble form; to the
coffins of the ominously marauding and sadistically
torturous devil,
Like an infinite wails of the impiously strangulating
witch; which gruesomely transformed even the most
harmoniously spell binding of my fantasy; into the
ultimate apogees of pugnacious mayhem,
Like an infinite unfaithfully barren deserts; which
wholesomely evaporated even the most mercurial trace
of optimism from the chapters of my priceless life;
without the slightest of my fault; reason or
ostensible rhyme,
Like an infinite signatures of the horrifically
prejudiced demon; which ruthlessly crucified even the
most insouciant trace of my masculine identity; with
the alphabets of unprecedented devastation,
Was the sorrow lingering deep in the dormitories of my
innocent heart and soul; was the sorrow inhabiting
every stream of blood that flowed through my veins;
was the sorrow unmistakably reflecting from every
quarter of my eye; was the sorrow that unabashedly
cursed every righteously forward footstep of mine; was
the sorrow that converted each of my golden breath
into the ultimate hiss of death…
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TRUTH IS ALWAYS NAKED
Victory is always sweet; a perpetual trouncing of the
corpses of the hedonistically slandering devil; by the
winds of eternally undefeated righteousness,
Honesty is always persevering; an ocean of pricelessly
unflinching sweat; that eventually wins over even the
most infinitesimal anecdote of treacherously
prejudiced debauchery,
Friendship is always compassionate; a perennial
melanging of two souls into one; irrespective of
caste; creed; color or the unfurling of astoundingly
zipping time,
Childhood is always pristine; an indefatigable
culmination into the most innocuously unfettered
fantasies of vibrant tomorrow; and a fathomless
kilometers away from even the most mercurial of
hideous manipulation,
Adventures are always exhilarating; an unabashedly
blissful venturing into the corridors of the uncannily
unknown; rejuvenating every monotonously emaciated
cranny of the body with timelessly mesmerizing spice,
Beauty is always ravishing; a panoramically unbridled
triumph of sensuousness over the sacrilegiously
demented corpses of stagnation; for a countless more
births yet to arrive,
Benevolence is always altruistic; an unendingly
selfless wind of companionship; which embraces every
tangible and intangible entity on this fathomless
Universe; in its impregnably amiable swirl,
Creation is always artistic; an inexhaustible cistern
of inimitably unparalleled energy; which burgeons into
the most brilliantly optimistic shapes of an
interminable tomorrow,
Smiles are always inspiring; triggering rays of
unassailably bounteous hope; into the lives of all
those deplorably devastated beyond the threshold of
inexplicably hapless despair,
Blood is always humanitarian; coalescing the entire
boundlessly effulgent Universe into a spell bindingly
united mass; irrespective of whether it belonged to a;
“Hindu”; “Muslim”; “Buddhist”; or “Christian”,
Soul is always uplifting; incessantly continuing to
drift into every ounce of goodness on this endlessly
fructifying earth; even after the last expunging of
divinely breath,
Symbiotism is always unconquerable; an untamed inferno
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of mutually ebullient desire; which timelessly bonded
every conceivable element of free space; in the
threads of benign holiness,
Yearning is always passionate; indispensably
massacring even the most raunchily indiscriminately of
hurdles that ever dared come in between; its royally
tantalizing way,
Hunger is always natural; perpetually differentiating
us insipidly greedy living beings; from the heavens of
the insuperably Omnipotent and fearless Lord,
Flirtation is always mischievous; rekindling the
spirit to survive as the most effervescently beautiful
organism; even when buried an infinite feet beneath
insouciantly meaningless mud,
Sleep is always celestial; replenishing even the most
truculently lambasted arenas of the deteriorating
body; with the mists of everlastingly heavenly rest,
Shadows are always mystical; undauntedly weaving an
ever-pervadingly panoramic gorge of astounding
fantasy; which seductively enshrouded even the
obsolete cranny of the invisible veins,
Breathing is always fiery; perpetuating an unlimited
forest of desire even in the most meaninglessly wanton
of spaces; perpetuating the most veritably dead to
euphorically surge forward in the true fervor of life,
And “Truth is always Naked”; candidly exposing the
most inconspicuous of ins and outs of your persona;
like when the Omniscient Creator was writing the
destiny of this undying planet; and without the
tiniest twitch of the eye….
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IF YOU DIDN’T WANT TO WAIT TILL THE NEXT
SUNRISE….
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start optimistically illuminating every drearily
lambasted arena of today’s sinful night; with the
boundless fire of fearlessness in each of your
ever-pervadingly altruistic footsteps,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start brilliantly illuminating every miserably
asphyxiated cavern of today’s dolorous night; with the
untamed fire of timelessly unbridled creativity in
your brain,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start indefatigably illuminating every lugubriously
crippled ingredient of today’s sordid night; with the
uncurbed fire of miraculously ameliorating artistry in
each of your resplendent fingers,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start interminably illuminating every wretchedly
shriveled leaf of today’s ribald night; with the
unsurpassable fire of everlastingly astounding
virility in each of your bones,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start inexorably illuminating every tawdrily
deteriorating element of today’s salacious night; with
the invincible fire of eternal truth in your benign
conscience,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start unstoppably illuminating every ghastily
reproachful twig of today’s unpardonable night; with
the undefeated fire of inimitably priceless symbiotism
in each of your blessed veins,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start impregnably illuminating every hideously
perverted cranny of today’s imperiling night; with the
unshakable fire of effulgently resurgent enthusiasm in
every naked patch of your eyes,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start incessantly illuminating every treacherously
demeaning shadow of today’s incarcerated night; with
the unassailable fire of immeasurably bountiful
sensuality; in each of your seductive eyelashes,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start unrelentingly illuminating every haplessly
victimized labyrinth of today’s vengeful night; with
the magical fire of ubiquitously peerless brotherhood;
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timelessly sparkling in each of your eye,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start tirelessly illuminating every vindictively
tyrannized wind of today’s sacrilegious night; with
the unconquerable fire of bounteous compassion; in
every word that you truthfully spoke,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start triumphantly illuminating every hedonistically
slavering pebble of today’s profane night; with the
unlimited fire of victoriously unfettered
perseverance; in each droplet of your golden sweat,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start endlessly illuminating every deplorably divested
coffin of today’s acrimonious night; with the
untainted fire of pristinely innocuous
mellifluousness; in each decibel of your magnanimous
voice,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start unflinchingly illuminating every truculently
devastated shred of today’s jinxed night; with the
limitless fire of spell bindingly ecumenical humanity;
in each of your benevolently silken shadow,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start optimistically illuminating every diabolically
staggering mortuary of today’s pugnacious night; with
the uninterrupted fire of impeccably divinely
mischief; in each pore of your vivaciously nubile
skin,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start intransigently illuminating every sadistically
morose jailhouse of today’s demonic night; with the
unceasing fire of perpetually uplifting freedom; in
each of your poignantly blessed stride,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start fantastically illuminating every acridly
incorrigible thorn of today’s preposterous night; with
the Omnipotent fire of perennially undaunted
simplicity; in each of your inevitably humanitarian
actions,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start indomitably illuminating every devilishly
castrated whisper of today’s atrocious night; with the
universal fire of unbreakably poignant belonging; in
each of your enchantingly priceless heartbeat,
If you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise; then
start insuperably illuminating every sacrilegiously
demented graveyard of today’s licentious night; with
the spell binding fire of effulgently Omnipresent
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breath; in each of your bounteously titillating
nostrils,
And if you didn’t want to wait till the next sunrise;
then start royally illuminating every carnivorously
stabbing battlefield of the dastardly night; with the
unimaginable fire of uninhibitedly god-gifted beauty;
in each perennially fructifying transpiration of your
soul….
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INFALLIBLY MARRIED. YET YOU SAY THAT I’M A
BACHELOR!
Invincibly married to each droplet of my golden sweat;
replenishing every miserably emaciated cranny of my
wailing soul; with its virtue of irrefutably
spell-binding perseverance; was I,
Limitlessly married to each intrepid footstep that I
traversed; wholesomely perpetuating every pore of my
skin; with the spirit of timelessly rejuvenating
adventure; was I,
Insuperably married to each bountiful fantasy that I
dreamt; miraculously metamorphosing every ounce of my
inexplicable sorrow in my veins; into a paradise of
surreally inexorable optimism, was I,
Unconquerably married to each poignant blood-drop of
mine; timelessly inculcating in me the egalitarian
principles of inimitably peerless and priceless
humanity; was I,
Perennially married to each enchanting destiny line of
mine; enigmatically assimilating the unceasingly
untamed thrill of existence; which magnetically
vacillated at every unfurling instant of bewitching
life,
Perpetually married to each follicle of my sensuously
ravishing hair; exuberantly floating with the
jubilantly ecstatic currents of breeze; which
transcended me beyond the boundaries of fetidly
gruesome manipulation; was I,
Royally married to each fearlessly handsome of my
bone; supremely exultating in my tirelessly altruistic
strength; wholeheartedly utilizing every iota of the
same to the service of benign living kind; was I,
Triumphantly married to each of my fantastically
blessing pulse; harmoniously existing for centuries
immemorial; romancing in its quintessentially
effulgent swirl; was I,
Unlimitedly married to each of my blissfully
reinvigorating smiles; which timelessly catapulted me
to the topmost rung of victorious paradise; which was
inhabited by only the aisles of unfettered desire; was
I,
Interminably married to each of my unstoppably
burgeoning ambitions; making me feel the most
pricelessly desirous puff of euphoric breath on every
step that I traversed; was I,
Unshakably married to each jubilantly scarlet blush of
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my cheek; which made me feel as the most sensitively
nubile bride; shivering wholesomely naked under the
full and profound rays of the midnight moon, was I,
Eternally married to each mischievously dancing of my
eyelash; which endlessly permeated me to frolic in
unabashed abandon behind the magically rain-soaked
meadows with the maidens of my choice; was I,
Unassailably married to each globule of my
unpretentious saliva; which compassionately charged
every element of my drearily flailing persona as it
ran down my throat like impregnable electricity; was
I,
Inseparably married to each pore of my brilliantly
truthful conscience; which perennially repudiated
every bit of acrimoniously ungainly lies from my
nimble persona; was I,
Majestically married to each of my pristinely
titillating goose-bump; which triggered unsurpassable
thunderbolts of ardently augmenting lightening in even
the most infinitesimal of my shadow; was I,
Unchallangeably married to each of cistern of empathy
that dribbled from my eyes; engendering me to melt to
even the most inconspicuous wail of all blessed
humanity; was I,
Intransigently married to each untamed fireball of
virility that torrentially wafted from my demeanor;
which made me feel the most immortally righteous
organism on earth alive; was I,
Infallibly married to each of my gloriously fervent
breath; symbiotically harnessing the fathomless
treasures of mother nature in every inhalation of my
destined survival; was I,
Indomitably married to each of my beautifully
passionate heartbeat; endlessly imbibing the bonds of
fearlessly unparalleled love in every aspect of my
impoverished existence; was I,
And yet you still say that I was a penuriously
demented bachelor; yet you say that I’m a pathetically
impotent bachelor; yet you say that I would forever
remain a ludicrously unmanly bachelor; just and just
because I didn’t marry a proper woman; according to
your sets of norms and turgidly baseless
idiosyncrasies; in the entire tenure of my life….
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HELP IS JUST A FINGERTIP AWAY
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this fathomless
planet; were to offer even a single altruistically
compassionate cloth from our benign bodies; to
befriend all those tormented by inexplicably horrific
pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this boundless
planet; were to offer even a single uninhibitedly
enlightening smile from our selfless bodies; to
befriend all those asphyxiated by treacherously
inconsolable pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this gregarious
planet; were to offer even a single teardrop of
priceless empathy from our blessed bodies; to befriend
all those slavering in uncouthly barbarous pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this limitless
planet; were to offer even a single ray of insuperably
burgeoning hope from our holistic bodies; to befriend
all those despicably maimed and slithering in
uncontrollable pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this iridescent
planet; were to offer even a single muscle of
fearlessness from our unflinching bodies; to befriend
all those salaciously buried beyond a forlornly
terrorizing graveyard of pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this stupefying
planet; were to offer even a single eternally
infallible fantasy from our symbiotic bodies; to
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befriend all those deplorably wailing in a coffin of
unbearable pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this
spell-binding planet; were to offer even a single
droplet of miraculously patriotic blood from our
synergistic bodies; to befriend all those gorily
crucified by the gallows of unendingly stabbing pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this
rejuvenating planet; were to offer even a single ounce
of victoriously healing truth from our righteous
bodies; to befriend all those truculently beheaded by
the maelstroms of ghastly pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this pristine
planet; were to offer even a single thread of
euphorically uplifting friendship from our charismatic
bodies; to befriend all those unstoppably tottering
towards tawdrily victimizing pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this
unsurpassable planet; were to offer even a single
whisker of ardent good-will from our mellifluous
bodies; to befriend all those hopelessly deteriorating
in the crutches of uncannily torturous pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this
indefatigable planet; were to offer even a single
melodiously mollifying whisper from our celestial
bodies; to befriend all those despondently
incarcerated in the corpses of unprecedentedly
mind-boggling pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this unending
planet; were to offer even a single earnestly
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illuminating prayer from our philanthropic bodies; to
befriend all those utterly devastated in the hell of
cold-blooded pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this
spell-binding planet; were to offer even a single
globule of effulgently amazing virility from our
bodies; to befriend all those atrociously emaciating
in the noose of diabolical pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this
interminable planet; were to offer even a single
element of unassailable companionship from our bodies;
to befriend all those lecherously assassinated by the
swords of sadistically demented pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this unfettered
planet; were to offer even a single whiff of
stupendously glorifying enchantment from our bodies;
to befriend all those rotting in the gutters of
treacherously remorseful pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this rhapsodic
planet; were to offer even a single immortal destiny
line from our mystical bodies; to befriend all those
whose fortunes were being incessantly burnt in the
flames of cadaverously jinxed pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this ecstatic
planet; were to offer even a single ingredient of
strength from our robust bodies; to befriend all those
intransigently sleeping and awake with the daggers of
inextinguishably murderous pain,
I am wholesomely aware that accidents come uninvited
and without the slightest of insinuation; intimation
and are beyond our sagacious control; but help is just
a fingertip away; if each one of us on this
resplendent planet; were to offer even a single puff
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of unbelievably reinvigorating breath from our
impeccable bodies; to befriend all those haplessly
trembling on the uncouthly naked floors of ribald
pain,
And I am wholesomely aware that accidents come
uninvited and without the slightest of insinuation;
intimation and are beyond our sagacious control; but
help is just a fingertip away; if each one of us on
this unlimited planet; were to offer even a single
beat of immortally fructifying love from our bodies;
to all those incarcerated and hideously wound in the
chains of hedonistically devilish pain…
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THERE’S AN ANIMAL IN EACH ONE OF US…
Be it in the form of the zillion ungainly abuses that
blatantly drifted from our mouths; when we got
provoked to the most unprecedented limits; for no
ostensible reason or rhyme,
Be it in the form of the zillion innocuous insects
that we uncouthly trampled upon; in our relentless
quest to reach the absolute apogees of indomitable
superiority,
Be it in the form of a zillion morsels of food that we
cannibalistically consumed; in order to just
transiently placate the insatiable hunger of our
brutally emaciated stomachs,
Be it in the form of a zillion egregiously jinxed
curses that we emanated; when the resplendently
embellished festoons of luck; weren’t running the
slightest our destined way,
Be it in the form of a zillion slaps that we
ruthlessly slashed to our subjugated subordinate
mates; for not punctiliously cleaning our
unceremoniously dwindling leftovers,
Be it in the form of a zillion nightmares of the
mercilessly trumpeting devil; that inhabited virtually
every sordidly lonely night; of our impoverished
lifetime,
Be it in the form of a zillion droplets of blood that
we merrily feasted upon; of which was composed our
most tantalizingly succulent meal of robustly
marinated chicken,
Be it in the form of a zillion goose-bumps of
rapaciously unstoppable desire that crept up on our
skins; as we witnessed the most poignantly alluring
nakedness of the nubile opposite sex,
Be it in the form of a zillion fragments of sordidly
devastating lies that we shrewdly uttered; just in
order to save us from the unsparingly penalizing
gallows of truth,
Be it in the form of a zillion guffaws of
artificiality that we culminated into; just in order
to be nefariously christened as a sanctimoniously
spurious ingredient of the chauvinistic high society,
Be it in the form of a zillion dastardly rapes that we
fantasized about day and night; just in order to keep
our nimbly peerless bodies in the most supremely
invincible spirits,
Be it in the form of a zillion ghastily crucifying
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battles that we unrelentingly fought; erecting palaces
of livid gold and silver; on the foundations of
countless an innocent blood,
Be it in the form of a zillion elements of insidious
adulteration that we’d unnervingly perpetuated into
every quarter of this fathomless Universe; just so
that our pockets always and inexhaustibly bulged with
mindless prosperity,
Be it in the form of a zillion fiasco political
revolutions that we tried to invent; which were just a
manifestation of our crazily distorted imagery; and in
the treachery of which millions suffered and
inexplicably succumbed,
Be it in the form of a zillion consumptions of tawdry
liquor and smoke; which we slurped at a speed faster
than white light; and after which we sacrilegiously
spat on every fraction of celestially venerated mother
earth,
Be it in the form of a zillion molecules of whimsical
deliriousness that we gave shape to; preposterously
deluging every bit of the ecstatically vibrant
atmosphere; with the unforgivable stench of the
plundering diabolical,
Be it in the form of a zillion kicks that we gave to
all those infirm; blind; maimed; poor; orphaned ..etc;
blasphemously using them as invisible pulleys to
transport us to the destination of our sadistic
choice,
Be it in the form of a zillion children that we gave
birth to and then left to tirelessly beg on the
obliviously dusty streets; just in order to appease
the desire of our satanic flesh; in the first place,
Be it in the form of a zillion betrayals that we
permeated and underwent in the tenure of our entire
lifetime; miserably shattering the immortally
compassionate hearts of innumerable organisms;
pricelessly existing on this spell-bindingly rhapsodic
planet,
O! yes; it could be in any infinite form; size; shape;
color; intensity; but one thing’s irrefutably sure;
certified; irrevocable and unstoppable; that there’s
an unabashed ANIMAL IN EACH ONE OF US…
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IDEA
Without it even the most astoundingly greatest of
musicians; would have simply nothing to mellifluously
sing; incessantly flex the poignantly intricate chords
of their throat till the corridors of untainted
eternity,
Without it even the most sensitively greatest of
artists; would have simply nothing to inscrutably
paint; tirelessly juggle the beautifully silken veins
of their fingers in the mists of unabashed desire,
Without it even the most spellbindingly greatest of
dancers; would have simply nothing to timelessly
gyrate on; mystically inundate every cranny of the
remorsefully incarcerated atmosphere; with endlessly
enchanting color and charm,
Without it even the most symbiotically greatest of
potters; would have simply nothing to jubilantly
evolve; unceasingly perpetuate handsome shapes and
life; to a mountain of worthlessly decrepit clay,
Without it even the most brilliantly greatest of
businessmen; would have simply nothing to ingeniously
manipulate; interminably ensure the channelization of
currency to all fraternities of the society,
Without it even the most majestically greatest of
surgeons; would have simply nothing to miraculously
cure; indefatigably using myriad of new innovations to
mitigate inexplicably excruciating pain,
Without it even the most classically greatest of
poets; would have simply nothing to unrelentingly
fantasize; gorgeously embody fathomless sheets of
barren paper with inimitably invincible literature,
Without it even the most victoriously greatest of
scientists; would have simply nothing to intriguingly
discover; spawn an impregnable civilization of newness
from lividly decrepit bits of sullen nothingness,
Without it even the most experimentally greatest of
farmers; would have simply nothing to freshly sow;
harness worthlessly inane chunks of dead soil; into
the most ubiquitously fructifying fruits of an
optimistic tomorrow,
Without it even the most triumphantly greatest of
teachers; would have simply nothing to rhapsodically
teach; permeate an entrenchment of inevitable
curiosity; in ecstatically developing and nubile
minds,
Without it even the most piquantly greatest of
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critics; would have simply nothing to undyingly
analyze; candidly endeavor to metamorphose every bit
of inadvertent inferiority; into a utopia of
infallible perfection,
Without it even the most ebulliently greatest of
sportsmen; would have simply nothing to indisputably
excel; reach the absolute zenith of unassailably
sparkling victory; as they extemporized every minute,
Without it even the most patriotically greatest of
world leaders; would have simply nothing to
ecumenically celebrate; uninhibitedly evolve a heaven
of newer and newer policies; for the egalitarian
betterment of all living kind,
Without it even the most tantalizingly greatest of
writers; would have simply nothing to fictitiously
embolden; perennially rest the robotically castrated
foundation of this commercial world; on a pedestal of
uninterrupted dreams,
Without it even the most impeccably greatest of
priests; would have simply nothing to bounteously
preach; infallibly sermonize the ideals of a
synergistically benign existence; from the perspective
of the Gods,
Without it even the most unimpeachably greatest of
philanthropists; would have simply nothing to
altruistically serve; limitlessly culminate into
freshly born beams of hope and desire; in order to
reach out to all those hopelessly asphyxiated in the
coffins of parasitic salaciousness,
Without it even the most compassionately greatest of
builders; would have simply nothing to gorgeously
erect; bless countless kilometers of aridly impotent
land; with the most bewitchingly different and
indomitable dwellings for all humanity,
Without it even the most unconquerably greatest of
minds; would have simply nothing to undefeatedly
think; peerlessly gallop into the most fantastically
unadulterated tunnels of desire and longing; for times
immemorial,
As the entire boundless world and every single
organism who has breathed; is living and shall
continue to holistically exist; lives upon it; depends
upon it; prosperously thrives upon it; timelessly
romanticizes in its unfettered glory; and eventually
dies if there’s not the tiniest trace of an
exhilarating “IDEA”….
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THE BEST OF THE BEST OF THE INFINITE BEST
I didn’t want to be like the best ocean on this
Universe; unrelentingly
kissing nothing else but the gloriously pristine
shores,
I didn’t want to be like the best mountain on this
Universe;
unassailably
towering like an unflinching citadel; even in the most
hedonistically
acrimonious of maelstroms,
I didn’t want to be like the best forest on this
Universe; mystically
swishing to the exuberantly enigmatic winds of time;
all night and
beautiful
day,
I didn’t want to be like the best pearl on this
Universe; unconquerably
enthralling even the most treacherously alien; with my
resplendently
majestic shimmer and shine,
I didn’t want to be like the best statue on this
Universe;
indefatigably
having a gargantuan battalion of impeccable devotees;
flocking my feet
in
humble obeisance and perennially round the clock,
I didn’t want to be like the best flower on this
Universe; unbelievably
pacifying even the most horrendously unlimited trace
of pain; with my
stupendously royal scent,
I didn’t want to be like the best cloud on this
Universe; perpetually
deluging every disconcertingly bereaved cranny of
parched earth; with
my
exotically tantalizing raindrops,
I didn’t want to be like the best watch on this
Universe; nonplussing
even
the most astonishingly ingenious of organisms with my
timelessly
ticking and
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invincible perfection,
I didn’t want to be like the best dwelling on this
Universe;
assimilating
even the most infinitesimally insipid beauty of this
romantically
panoramic
planet; in my blissfully compassionate swirl,
I didn’t want to be like the best artist on this
Universe; miraculously
churning an unfathomable ocean of godliness; even in
the most inanely
pulverized scrap of impoverished paper,
I didn’t want to be like the best philosopher on this
Universe; with
even
the most indomitable of superpowers bowing down like
flaccid mice; on
my
incongruously bohemian feet,
I didn’t want to be like the best bird on this
Universe; magically
sailing
like an impregnable prince through even portions above
azure sky;
stooping
down with extraordinarily nonchalant ease; to pluck at
the fish of my
choice,
I didn’t want to be like the best clown on this
Universe; perpetuating
even
the most drearily dying entity; to fulminate into a
cloudburst of
enchantingly newborn laughter,
I didn’t want to be like the best prodigy on this
Universe; perpetually
shutting the mouths of every single entity elder to me
with my
uncannily
inimitable charisma; and right since the very first
cry of my life,
I didn’t want to be like the best adventurer on this
Universe;
intrepidly
singing through an indefatigable number of arcane
twists and turns;
fearlessly snoozing with the snakes all throughout the
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heart of
iridescently
twinkling midnight,
I didn’t want to be like the best lover on this
Universe;
altruistically
sacrificing my infinite lives and breath; for the
person I so
impregnably
cherished and loved,
I didn’t want to be like the best fragrance on this
Universe;
incredulously
titillating one and all handsomely alike; with my
eternally spell
binding
scent,
I didn’t want to be like the best luminary on this
Universe;
perennially
radiating and marvelously serenaded; by unshakable
cynosure; cynosure
and
just relentless cynosure,
I just wanted to be myself; I just wanted to be the
human I was
destined to
be; For in the first case no entity tangible or
intangible; no organism
or
human on this planet could ever be or ever dream of
being the best; as
the “
Best” would perpetually remain the Almighty Lord who
had created them
all,
All of them as a holistically symbiotic institutions
in themselves;
blissfully proliferating the mantra’s of his
sacrosanct existence; but
still
ethereally infinitesimal molecules when compared to
his Omnipotent
stature;
as he was the only ultimate; the only BEST OF THE BEST
OF THE INFINITE
BEST….
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THE SILENCE OF DEATH….
A silence. Which torturously maimed every filament of
effulgently blissful imagination. Which ensured that
there could exist no more spell-binding fantasy;
forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was dreaded even by the greatest of
humanitarian saints. Which was the most ghastily
penalizing meditation into the corpses of atrociously
diabolical hell; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was the most meaninglessly amorphous
form of tawdrily asphyxiating emptiness. Which
wholeheartedly invited only the salaciously plundering
devil; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was the most indescribably jinxed
shit of lies. Which was swarmed with nothing else but
irreparably hedonistic disease; forever and ever and
ever.
A silence. Which doomed the most holistically
prosperous of civilizations into satanic dust. Which
hadn’t the tiniest integrity of its own; being
molested and indiscriminately marauded by an infinite
devils; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which put a parasitic full stop to every
ingredient of perennial love burgeoning in the
atmosphere. Which miserably stifled even the most
infinitesimal of desire in its very roots; forever and
ever and ever.
A silence. Which was ubiquitously loathed by one and
all on the trajectory of this fathomless Universe.
Which wafted a sacrilegious stench of everything
horrendously burnt on this boundless earth; forever
and ever and ever.
A silence. Which perpetuated only an indefinable
number of people to hysterically cry. Which hideously
evaporated every globule of inimitably priceless
sensuality into an oblivion of lugubrious dread;
forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was more callously disheartening than
chewing the most obdurately emotionless cliffs of
steel. Which irrefutably proved that the whole world
was nothing else but a penuriously disappearing
horizon; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was the most unforgivably perverted
form of sin on mystical earth. Which inevitably
dissolved into an infinite pools of fetidly venomous
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helplessness; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which solely led to the graveyards of
preposterously impoverished deliriousness. Which
permeated a vindictive gloom of sadism into every
innocent heart existing; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which ironically transcended all
definitions of inhuman torture. Which forlornly
rendered even the most iridescently euphoric aspect of
existence as treacherously insane nothingness; forever
and ever and ever.
A silence. Which incarcerated every organism existing
on planet divine with a gloom of inexplicably
appalling despair. Which had not even the most
evanescent of rejuvenating awakening; forever and ever
and ever.
A silence. Which was the most derogatorily slandering
parasite on this invincible earth. Which gruesomely
blinded every eternal thought process into the gorge
of ominous hopelessness; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which tyrannically devastated every
tangible trace of virility into a ludicrously impotent
ghost. Which perpetually loitered in the deplorable
mortuaries of feckless uncertainty; forever and ever
and ever.
A silence. Which was more blacker than the most
perilously cursed shades of midnight. Which
deliberately debilitated each ounce of compassionate
fortitude in the atmosphere to a skeleton of acrid
betrayal; forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which was nothing but a worthlessly
stinking carrion for the vultures of hatred to
pillage. Which deplorably castrated every ounce of
handsome energy into the gallows of extinction;
forever and ever and ever.
A silence. Which led neither to the past; present or
immediately optimistic future. Which was wholesomely
and wretchedly circumscribed by solely the very last
breath of emollient life; forever and ever and ever.
Such was the silence of inconsolably gory and
unstoppably lambasting death…
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FERTILITY….
Fertility. Is what every true brain on this fathomless
Universe unrelentingly seeks; in order to blossom into
the most invincibly spell binding festoon of ideas;
upon which countless more generations ahead could
solely run.
Fertility. Is what every true soil on this boundless
Universe endlessly seeks; in order to blossom into the
most robustly enamoring of fruit and food; wonderfully
mollifying the preposterously emaciated stomachs of
trillions thereby.
Fertility. Is what every true finger on this limitless
Universe unceasingly seeks; in order to blossom into
the most fructifying canvases of royally unfettered
artistry; brilliantly metamorphosing even the most
infinitesimal speck of robotically brutally monotony;
into an unimpeachably spotless paradise; thereby.
Fertility. Is what every true sky on this untiring
Universe ardently seeks; in order to blossom into the
most tantalizingly rhapsodic of clouds; which
perennially ensured that planet earth triumphantly
bloomed with compassion and not lecherously lamenting
drought.
Fertility. Is what every true ocean on this astounding
Universe undyingly seeks; in order to blossom into the
most quintessential frosty cisterns of salt; upon
which profusely relied the taste buds of the entire
resplendently living race.
Fertility. Is what every true throat on this effulgent
Universe interminably seeks; in order to blossom into
the most mellifluously titillating tunes of
togetherness; to which every cranny of this
remorsefully manipulative planet today; danced in
uninhibitedly vivacious abandon.
Fertility. Is what every true flesh on this timeless
Universe infallibly seeks; in order to blossom into
the most victorious goose-bumps of insuperable
excitement; which blissfully transcended the
whiplashes of inexplicable desperation forever and
ever and ever.
Fertility. Is what every true eye on this unending
Universe constantly seeks; in order to blossom into
the most intriguingly bewitching of panoramic fantasy;
which inculcated fresh rays of hope into even the most
ghastily extinguishing organism on this planet.
Fertility. Is what every true armpit on this
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inexhaustible Universe tirelessly seeks; in order to
blossom into the most euphorically exhilarating
droplets of golden sweat; which miraculously
transformed all oblivions of profane laziness into
perpetually emollient perseverance.
Fertility. Is what every true mother on this
optimistic Universe indefatigably seeks; in order to
blossom into the most pricelessly impregnable
fountains of milk; so that there evolves a formidably
fearless and undefeated generation; of the tomorrow.
Fertility. Is what every true man and woman on this
majestic Universe unendingly seek; in order to blossom
into the most fragrantly blessed chapters of god’s
creation; which forever ensured that none could put
brakes to the symbiotic proliferation of planet
divine.
Fertility. Is what every true mirror on this eternal
Universe intransigently seeks; in order to blossom
into the most irrefutably unconquerable reflections of
honesty; which acted as the sole pivot for gripping
the chords of this bounteously jubilant planet.
Fertility. Is what every true soldier on this
inscrutable Universe inextricably seeks; in order to
blossom into the most peerlessly blazing sun of
martyrdom; so that countless other innocent civilians
could forever sleep in unfettered peace.
Fertility. Is what every true Sun on this
unconquerable Universe uncompromisingly seeks; in
order to blossom into the most triumphant beams of
unprejudiced heroism; which enlightened every
pathetically beleaguered space upon this iridescent
planet.
Fertility. Is what every true vein on this benign
Universe wholeheartedly seeks; in order to blossom
into the most impeccably egalitarian and humanitarian
droplets of blood; which timelessly amalgamated every
speck of the planet into the threads of unassailably
noble brotherhood.
Fertility. Is what every true bee on this Samaritan
Universe fervently seeks; in order to blossom into the
most unbelievably melodious caverns of honey; which
put all wanton consternation in the atmosphere to an
eternal rest.
Fertility. Is what every true soul on this ebullient
Universe undefeatedly seeks; in order to blossom into
the most benevolent ideals of peace; harmony;
friendship and humanity; upon which were erected the
original foundations of this planet; by the Almighty
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Lord.
Fertility. Is what every true nostril on this poignant
Universe inexorably seeks; in order to blossom into
the most inimitably pungent chapters of sparkling
life; which paid an wholesomely incorrigible deaf ear;
to the wails of the devil and death.
And Fertility. Is what every true heart on this
spectacular Universe incessantly seeks; in order to
blossom into the most torrentially Omnipotent
Cloudshowers of love; which were the ultimate panacea
for every disease and suffering ever thriving on this
impoverished planet.
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CHEERS….
Cheers ! To every ounce of marvelously benign
sensitivity on this fathomlessly jubilant planet.
Which forever ensured that the spirit of compassionate
belonging; insuperably thrived.
Cheers ! To every ounce of naturally panoramic beauty
on this wonderfully enamoring planet. Which forever
ensured that there wouldn’t be the tiniest of space
for the dreaded prisons of robotic commercialism.
Cheers ! To every ounce of brilliantly Omnipotent
Sunlight on this triumphantly unfettered planet. Which
forever ensured that the rays of blazing optimism
wholesomely devoured even the most evanescent shade of
ghastily blackened negativity.
Cheers ! To every ounce of altruistically godly
simplicity on this beautifully iridescent planet.
Which forever ensured that all wantonly prejudiced
pretension dissolved into the corpse of inane
nothingness.
Cheers ! To every ounce of victoriously glorious truth
on this redolently unconquerable planet. Which forever
ensured that the pugnacious mortuary of lies seemed
more invisible than the thinnest wisps of nocturnal
air.
Cheers ! To every ounce of majestically poignant
fertility on this boundlessly burgeoning planet. Which
forever ensured that mother earth continued its
endlessly blessed chapters of unassailable
proliferation.
Cheers ! To every ounce of tirelessly emollient
adventure on this ecstatically romanticizing planet.
Which forever ensured that the gallows of bawdy
monotony and politics; were buried an infinite feet
beneath non-existent mud.
Cheers ! To every ounce of euphorically virile rain on
this limitlessly bestowing planet. Which forever
ensured that graveyards of oblivious barrenness;
merrily bloomed with stupendously reinvigorating
freshness.
Cheers ! To every ounce of mischievously pristine
flirtation on this symbiotically fragrant planet.
Which forever ensured that the exultation of youth
remained perennial; even countless centuries after
horrifically asphyxiating death.
Cheers ! To every ounce of peerlessly inimitable
bravery on this ubiquitously ebullient planet. Which
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forever ensured that those dastardly who atrociously
sold their mother’s and wives; received the highest
rebukes and punishment of devilish hell.
Cheers ! To every ounce of righteously impregnable
faithfulness on this blissfully venerated planet.
Which forever ensured that the body of sacrilegious
betrayal choked and gasped an infinite times for
priceless breath; before eventually succumbing to the
coffins of extinction.
Cheers ! To every ounce of unfathomably iridescent
fantasy on this royally unhindered planet. Which
forever ensured that the brain evolved a civilization
of invincibly fructifying newness.
Cheers ! To every ounce of celestially subliming
sermon on this happily palpitating planet. Which
forever ensured that the dungeons of treacherously
victimizing illiteracy; could never ever see the face
of light.
Cheers ! To every ounce of synergistic fruit and
food-grain on this regally insatiable planet. Which
forever ensured that dormitories of hapless
impoverishment; would ardently mélange with the fabric
of mother nature’s astounding fertility.
Cheers ! To every ounce of magically ameliorating
artistry on this uninhibitedly musical planet. Which
forever ensured that every organism irrespective of
caste; creed; color or tribe; handsomely floated in
the clouds of surreally inebriating dreams.
Cheers ! To every ounce of miraculously untainted
creativity on this unabashedly sensuous planet. Which
forever ensured that the winds of timelessly
rejuvenating freshness; convivially kissed every naked
patch of bizarre disease.
Cheers ! To every ounce of fierily undefeated breath
on this fantastically unbridled planet. Which forever
ensured that the cistern of life reigned as the most
supreme command; even an infinite moments after
destined death.
Cheers ! To every ounce of thunderously unshakable
heartbeat on this spell-bindingly tantalizing planet.
Which forever ensured that the wave of Immortally
heavenly love; embraced one and all enchantingly
alike.
Cheers ! To every ounce of unbelievably selfless
humanity on this inscrutably flowering planet. Which
forever ensured that every organism holistically
alive; was in interminable company of Omnipresent
brotherhood.
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And now I can most proudly and by the grace of
Omniscient Lord Almighty Lord proclaim to the entire
world; that my drink is actually and in its most
truest sense; finished…
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WHEN SLEEP INEVITABLY COMES…
Be it the royal realms of the unbelievably embellished
king poster bed; or be it the most treacherously
barren slopes of the heartlessly cold-blooded rock
which spat nothing but ostracizing disdain,
Be it the majestically silken cocoons of sensuously
exhilarating clouds; or be it the unabashedly insect
laden shores of the inscrutably rustic forest;
bemoaning in the most unrelenting nights of
wilderness,
Be it the compassionately invincible quilts of kingly
fur; or be it the most fetidly disintegrating
pavements; by the tawdrily asphyxiating gutter side;
for which the entire world ended and started with the
word dirt,
Be it the unassailably priceless lap of the timelessly
venerated mother; or be it the most preposterously
ghoulish of graveyard; from which nothing else wafted;
but the intransigent curses of the lifeless ghosts,
Be it the triumphantly pristine meadow of lush green
mesmerizing grass; or be it the most pugnaciously
venomous battlefield of gruesome thorns; which solely
led to the corpses of lecherous extinction,
Be it the uninhibitedly poignant soil profusely soaked
in ubiquitously fresh rain; or be it the bawdily
worthless carcasses; which indefatigably rattled with
the sounds of ominously deteriorating hell,
Be it the invincibly celestial seat of the jubilantly
crimson Mercedes; or be it the balustrades of
bizarrely crippling uncertainty; which vengefully
permeated with increasing proclivity into every bit of
the atmosphere,
Be it the intrepidly regal deck of the insuperably
kingly luxury ocean liner; or be it the insanely
ribald premises of the soiled lavatory seat; from
which emanated nothing but the stench of intolerably
strangulating malice,
Be it the eternally relaxing interiors of the
beautiful sofa set; or be it the sordidly spit laden
streets; from which hurled nothing else but a flurry
of disdainfully wretched impoverishment,
Be it the belly of the most charismatically undulating
and frosty sea; or be it the hideously sweltering
sands of the acrimonious desert; which
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indiscriminately torched everything to decrepit
meaninglessness;
Be it the wings of unconquerably blessing desire; or
be it the most disastrously apocalyptic path of
delinquent hopelessness; which gave an infinite curses
every unveiling instant,
Be it the pillow of magically ameliorating green
leaves; or be it the most worthlessly castigating
coffin of charcoal; which blackened not just the body;
but irrevocably adulterated the soul,
Be it the victoriously breeze laden open roof-top
terrace; or be it the most sinfully strangulating
gallows of penurious prison; from which drifted solely
the cries of the barbarously plundering demon,
Be it the spell-bindingly slow clad apogees of
undefeated Everest; or be it the most ridiculously
infinitesimal mole hills of the ant; which rendered
fresh strength to the corridors of invisibility; every
unraveling minute,
Be it the magically rejuvenating rockbed under the
iridescently sparkling waterfall; or be it the
sinister witch’s abode; which intransigently screamed
nothing but the most diabolical wails of death,
Be it the fields of flirtatiously liberated corn; or
be it the most robotically disgruntled match-boxed
offices of sheer manipulation; from which arose
nothing else but the cries of haplessly dying
vindication,
Be it the rhapsodically spongy cakes of insatiable
prosperity; or be it the most stinkingly depraved
carrion; upon which feasted an unfathomable number of
inconsolably sacrilegious vultures,
Be it the perennially undefeated lion’s cave; or be it
the miserably clammy rats den; which was inhabited by
nothing else but the derogatorily rebuking spirit of
staleness,
Just doesn’t matter the slightest. Because when sleep
inevitably comes; it doesn’t see the time; place;
circumstance that you’re placed in; simply and
invincibly shutting your eyes to even the most
evanescent consternation in the atmosphere; timelessly
ensuring that whenever you awoke; you witnessed every
bit of the fathomlessly undying Universe; in the most
optimistically rejuvenated and Omnipotent of light…
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LIFE IS MUSICAL
Politicians are overwhelmingly influential,
Demons are hideously diabolical,
Fish are gorgeously continental,
Panthers are savagely cannibal,
Flowers are wonderfully natural,
Forests are exotically mystical,
Manipulative are stringently tyrannical,
Earth is intriguingly elliptical,
Dreams are tantalizingly surreal,
Economy is monotonously fiscal,
Artists are esoterically whimsical,
Villagers are rustically local,
Meditators are profoundly stoical,
Priests are devotedly ecclesiastical,
Learned are insatiably philosophical,
Lecherous are irrevocably clerical,
Philanthropists are amiably social,
Maelstroms are tumultuously radical,
Eyesight is beautifully focal,
Soil is ravishingly real,
Innovators are stupendously sensational,
Summits are panoramically phenomenal,
Frustrated are inevitably lackadaisical,
Castles are grandiloquently palatial,
Rats are an irascible squeal,
Relationships are unbelievably special,
Ambitions are indispensably consequential,
Romance is passionately torrential,
Princes are majestically regal,
Talents are bountifully integral,
Scorpions are acridly lethal,
Bloodshed is devastatingly fatal,
Survival is essentially fundamental,
Lies are living burial,
Explorations are innately trial,
Nightingales are charismatically rhetorical,
Tombs are morosely memorial,
Simplicity is intransigently ideal,
Mankind is perennially central,
Traditions are blissfully primordial,
Mushrooms are innocuously congenial,
Owls are ominously nocturnal,
Blisters are horrendously external,
Devils are solely physical,
Resemblance’s are amazingly accidental,
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Rates are vacillatingly quotational,
Bad are always optional,
Assassins are obliviously cremational,
Hatred is shattering interval,
Staunchness is inherently rural,
Force is ghastly denial,
Ambiguity is sleazily dual,
Superficiality is supremely facial,
Clowns are wholeheartedly jovial,
Diffident are indefatigably skeptical,
Happiness is celestially floral,
Imprisonment is an traumatizing ordeal,
Faithfulness is an everlasting moral,
Tangible are inevitably mortal,
God is perpetually immortal,
Unity is timelessly eternal,
Addiction is obsessively habitual,
Thoughts are royally pictorial,
Genes are ostensibly racial,
Universe is marvelously total,
Time is unavoidably alluvial,
Devotion is magnanimously cathedral,
Lasers are contemporarily digital,
Thrones are glitteringly imperial,
Encounters are puristically circumstantial,
Grasslands are placidly pastoral,
Infidelity is mockingly neonatal,
Humanity is irrefutably vital,
Blessings are exuberantly instrumental,
Adventures are euphorically inspirational,
Philanderers are alluringly bilingual,
Success is thoroughly motivational,
Separation is tragically emotional,
Assimilation is incessantly educational,
Patriotism is ebulliently national,
Peace is divinely international,
Goodwill is symbiotically rational,
Greedy are disastrously nominal,
Indigenous are intrinsically tribal,
Jokes are capriciously trivial,
Oppressors are brutally satirical,
Robots are astoundingly mechanical,
Oceans are fantastically tidal,
Fairies are impeccably sensual,
Earth is incredibly substantial,
Bees are rambunctiously vocal,
Cuckoos are austerely punctual,
Diseases are cripplingly sabbatical,
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Bullets are venomously cylindrical,
Seductresses are profusely ornamental,
Alphabets are harmoniously sequential,
Wink is a flirtatious signal,
Love is immortally magical,
And life is enchantingly musical…
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TRUTH
Initially as much as it might sting you like a billion
acrimonious thorns,
Eventually it blossomed into the most fragrant flower
of prosperity; inundating each of your senses with
unprecedented happiness…
Initially as much as it might lethally pierce you like
a thousand knives; strangulating you forever in its
explicitly candid swirl,
Eventually it emerged as the most Omnipotent warrior
in this Universe; pacifying your every apprehension;
with its divine ointment of life….
Initially as much as it deluged you with profusely
debilitating winds of despair; stealing your last hope
of blissful survival,
Eventually it put you to an eternal slumber; making
you fantasize unfathomable kilometers beyond the land
of rhapsodic paradise…
Initially as much as it separated you from the ones
you dearly loved; pinching you pertinently at every
step you alighted to survive,
Eventually it immortalized the spirit of your
celestial existence; bonding your soul for centuries
unsurpassable; with the Omnipresent aura of the
Almighty….
Initially as much as it lambasted you on your nakedly
shivering skin; whilst your manipulative comrades
snored in cloud covers of opulent luxury and wine,
Eventually it granted you; your every philanthropic
desire; making you the richest man alive on the
trajectory of this never ending planet…
Initially as much as it melted you like an
inconspicuous pancake; whilst your lecherous fellow
mates danced in the aisles of seductive jubilation and
exotic excitement,
Eventually it enlightened every stage of your life
with invincible light; savoring for you; all the
immaculate goodness that lay hidden on mother earth….
Initially as much as it slaughtered all your energy to
breathe; viciously kicking you like a dog; beyond the
summit of disgruntling nothingness,
Eventually it showered upon you the entire power
trespassing on soil; saw to it that your every
benevolent dream ripened into an enchanting reality…
Initially as much as it pulverized you to soggy bits
of frigid ash; devouring every iota of your
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conviction; like an untamed horde of ruthless
crocodiles,
Eventually it cast a spell of perennially mesmerizing
innocence in your eyes; which won you the most
cherished love of your life…
And initially as much as it devastated you left; right
and center; reducing your robust caricature to an
impoverished corpse; as the world sung and merrily
laughed outside,
Eventually it ensured that you were the sole winner;
towering over the monotonous definitions of a stale
yesterday; ebulliently bouncing and alive to face; a
countless more fantastically righteous tomorrow’s…
O! yes it’s upto you to believe it or not; implement
the same in your lives,
But I for one live for TRUTH all night and day; will
salute it above the most influential of living kind;
even centuries after I die…
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I MIGHT BE JOBLESS
I might be jobless; not frequenting the spuriously
bombastic interiors of office once again,
But I was definitely not without spell binding
fantasy; dreaming in a land of paradise; while my
pompously suited mates out there; battered their heads
in the choking conference room…
I might be jobless; not stepping in the realms of my
miserably claustrophobic office once again,
But I was definitely not without enthusiasm;
blossoming into untamed newness every unleashing
minute; while my manipulatively perspiring mates out
there; acrimoniously ran for their blood; when the big
boss absconded merrily on his tour….
I might be jobless; not entering the dingily squashed
interiors of murderous office; as the clock ticked
past 9; once again,
But I was definitely not without enthrallment; having
the time of my life with the girl of my dreams; while
my disdainfully mundane mates out there; barked
indefatigably on their subordinates; eventually
collapsing on cold floor; in utter frustration and
tiredness…
I might be jobless; not bowing down pretentiously in
front of my pot-bellied boss every morning; once
again,
But I was definitely not without freedom; gallivanting
to the most exuberantly remote place that I wanted;
while my collared mates out there; pathetically
grimaced in lecherous agony; sighting each other’s
monthly emoluments….
I might be jobless; not sitting like a slithering
goldfish in my seat before everyone arrived in office;
at the crack of dawn; once again,
But I was definitely not without my art; perceiving
the most stupendously grandiloquent imagery on this
fathomless Universe; while my sanctimoniously attired
compatriots out there; marched left; right; and
center; to the tunes of ruthlessly never ending
clients…
I might be jobless; not polishing the shoes of my
seniors; as they ordered me like a slave in office;
once again,
But I was definitely not without optimistic hope;
dancing in the aisles of tantalizing seduction; while
my frigidly clean shaven friends out there; clapped
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and laughed to even the most poorest joke of the boss;
embracing his battalion of children; like their very
own…
I might be jobless; not conceiving sleazy management
policies; while my boss snored in heavenly bliss; once
again,
But I was definitely not without astronomical
conviction; plunging into the valley of ebullient
adventure every unleashing minute; while my
commercially tyrannical counterparts; burnt their
conscience’s out there; in a pool of derogatory smoke
and rebuke…
I might be jobless; not touching the feet of my
hopelessly dictatorial supremo; once again,
But I was definitely not without enigmatic mysticism;
drowning myself profusely in the swirl of melody and
enchantment; while my conventionally tycoon mates out
there; hideously plotted behind each other’s backs; to
catapult to the pinnacle of baseless power…
And I might be jobless; not frequenting the boundaries
of abominably rotting office ever in my life; once
again,
But I was definitely not without life; leading;
romanticizing; exploring it to the fullest as each
night ripened into day; while my fellow mates out
there; died a million deaths every second; in the
murderous rat race to be the absolute best…
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TO KILL
Rays of glorious optimism; to kill the treacherously
ghastly darkness of the sullen night,
Avalanches of tantalizing mysticism; to kill dreadful
chapters of fetidly rotting monotony,
Dewdrops of philanthropic benevolence; to kill the
bloody war of indiscriminate hatred,
Pearls of perpetual wisdom; to kill the famished
tyranny of hopelessly debilitating illiteracy,
Cloudbursts of rhapsodic fantasy; to kill the
painstaking agony of mutilating boredom,
Fountains of mesmerizing scent; to kill the
disdainfully traumatic odor of manipulative prejudice,
Tornados of Herculean strength; to kill devastating
laziness; slithering baselessly on chocolate brown
wisps of mundane soil,
Fabulously sweet cocoons of honey; to kill ruthless
animosity; parasitically sucking all tribes,
Fireballs of untamed passion; to kill cold blooded
frigidity; irrevocably refusing the web of mystique
and love,
Mountains of astronomical conviction; to kill
disastrous diffidence; deluged perennially in mournful
remorse,
Rainshowers of irrefutable truth; to kill satanic
chains of hideously ostentatious lies,
Swords of patriotic triumph; to kill traitors
beheading their divinely sacrosanct motherland,
Volcano’s of unprecedented ecstasy; to kill self
inflicted wounds of gory sorrow; tumultuously
proliferating after caressing land,
Winds of insurmountable ambition; to kill utterly
nonchalant staring into murky space; for centuries
immemorial,
Voices of impeccably boisterous activity; to kill
everlasting hours of compellingly abominable sleep,
Nostalgic reflections of childhood; to kill inevitably
advancing age; and the fear of relinquishing all
energy,
Romantic clouds of majestic art; to kill savage
corruption and irate blasphemy of the living; in the
stringently conventional society,
Perpetually augmenting thunderbolts of love; to kill
insidiously capricious and perilous hatred,
And immortal rainbows of Godly life; to kill the heart
of cowardly death; even before it could even nimbly
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arise…
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DON’T
Don’t enchantingly smile; and then speak of hopelessly
diabolical destruction,
Don’t vivaciously dance; and then think of life
beneath the morbid coffins,
Don’t wholeheartedly embrace; and then insidiously
plot agains’t the lives of orphaned children,
Don’t tantalizingly dream; and then talk of being
lambasted by commercial whips of manipulative reality,
Don’t gallop like an untamed tornado; and then
perceive of spending life in eccentrically reclusive
seclusion,
Don’t sow the seeds of blossoming fertility; and then
step into the tunnel of perennially stinking darkness,
Don’t immaculately wink; and then behave like an
uncouth bartender on the boisterous streets,
Don’t uninhibitedly thank; and then pierce a menacing
knife into the back of your philanthropic comrades,
Don’t melodiously sing; and then infiltrate like a
hideous devil; into all sects of the wonderfully
impeccable society,
Don’t mystically intrigue; and then form an eternal
bondage; with monotonously lecherous business tycoons,
Don’t ardently pray; and then start to
indiscriminately assassinate unsuspecting
civilizations; like diminutive mosquito and
inconspicuous prey,
Don’t worship your mother; and then satanically
devastate tiny infants; from their cozy dwellings and
divinely parents,
Don’t reside in harmonious solitude; and then
disseminate the most treacherously fearful voice; into
serene air lingering outside,
Don’t sacredly bless; and then devilishly paralyze
every organism alive; with your ominously abhorrent
spell,
Don’t paint beautifully; and then abominably bludgeon
and pulverize the panoramic landscape; with your
wickedly bohemian feet,
Don’t fruitfully evolve; and then blow your decayed
breath; polluting the symbiotically functioning
planet,
Don’t say “I love you”; and then shatter the threads
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of holy matrimony; of all couples passionately married
and alive,
Don’t compassionately care; and then rain tumultuously
acrid maelstroms of hell; on people breathing and full
of exuberant life,
And don’t blissfully live; and then blame the Creator
for ruining each moment of your crippled life;
incessantly think of collapsing into the sinister
grave and die…..
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PERFECTLY O.K.
Laziness is perfectly O.K.; as long as you ensure a
world of dream and tantalizing fantasy for your fellow
mates; engulfed with hopeless despair,
Overwhelming frustration is perfectly O.K; as long as
you ensure; blissfully smooth pathways; for your
Nation marching towards everlasting prosperity,
Weakness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure
Herculean strength; for all those tottering towards
the brink of horrendous extinction,
Boredom is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure
stupendously jubilant rhapsody for destitute urchins;
disastrously shivering without their parents,
Darkness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure a
fabulous civilization of vibrantly optimistic light;
for all organisms brutally incarcerated within
dungeons of despicable blackness,
Monotony is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure a
planet more voluptuously ravishing than paradise; for
all those treacherously blinded; without the tiniest
iota of sight,
To bleed is perfectly O.K; as long as you miraculously
heal the savagely vindicated wounds of patriotic
comrades injured in war,
Overwhelmingly diminutive is perfectly O.K; as long as
you ensure that the severely maimed slithering on
soil; attained a status more invincible than the
Himalayas,
Being a bedraggled beggar was perfectly O.K; as long
as you ensure that all mothers diabolically kicked by
the hideously conventional society; metamorphosed to
the most opulent beings on this boundless Universe,]
Reducing to a bundle of inconspicuous ash was
perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure to procreate
countless more entities of your kind; marvelously
philandering under resplendent rays of the milky moon,
Painstakingly slow is perfectly O.K; as long as you
ensure that your gruesomely debilitated compatriots;
raced like a tornado past the finishing line,
Staying insurmountably famished was perfectly O.K; as
long as you ensure that; all those satanically
starved; replenished their bellies with exotically
enticing food,
Dithering to a mute shadow was perfectly O.K; as long
as you ensure that; the seed of perpetual humanity
blossomed into an impregnable tree,
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Pathetically dark is perfectly O.K; as long as you
ensure that; all faces enveloped with disease and
sooty dust; transformed into the most mesmerizing
silhouettes; on this earth,
Utter dumbness is perfectly O.K; as long as you ensure
that; the voice of each deplorably tyrannized;
poignantly reached the ultimate harbingers of
solidarity and peace,
Ludicrously drowning is perfectly O.K; as long as you
ensure that; all those innocent children lost; safely
reached their formidably secure abodes,
Indefatigably weeping is perfectly O.K; as long as you
ensure that; a perennially proliferating smile; lit up
the faces of all those besieged with traumatized agony
and inexplicable pain,
Aimlessly sky gazing is perfectly O.K; as long as you
ensure that; a wave of insatiable ambition enveloped
all those rendered jobless; and disdainfully slavering
without a firm purpose in life,
Sacrificing the love of your life was perfectly O.K;
as long as you ensure that a wave of unconquerable
love; united every broken heart in the swirl of
compassionately revered relationship,
And relinquishing breath wholeheartedly is perfectly
O.K; as long as you ensure life in every dead
thereafter; creating infinite of your kind; every time
the earth was born again; and again and again…
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BISCUIT OF BLACK IRON
For me; it was a blissful messiah; as I scribbled
boundless lines of exquisitely spell binding
literature; with its exotically scintillating nib,
For the butcher; it was his daily bread and butter; as
he immaculately sliced hideously distorted bones and
meat with its sparkling edge; to optimally gratify his
endless repertoire of famished customers,
For the bird; it was an infinitesimal chunk that
imparted all the holistic fortification required to
her divinely nest; sequestered her innocuous siblings;
from gruesomely torrential showers of; tumultuously
acrimonious rain,
For the cyclist; it was his ultimate exhilaration to
ebulliently lead life; as he insatiably galloped on
its shimmeringly rotund strips all night and day;
frolicked in the aisles of unprecedented desire; till
the time he lived,
For the prisoner; it was his most maniacally
depressing stages of existence; as he remorsefully
wailed behind its tyrannical monotony; wholesomely
helpless to surge even an inch forward,
For the edifice; it was its harmoniously unassailable
strength; handsomely blended with glorious ingredients
of cement and concrete; magnanimously supporting it
against the most heinous of earthquake; and
cataclysmic tornado’s,
For the nomad; it was an irascibly pertinent thorn; as
it proved to be an ominous misnomer amidst the
naturally bountiful foliage; sporadically grazing past
the contours of his innocent face and feet; to inflict
brutal scabs of viciousness,
For the ship; it was an indispensable angel of
incredulously compassionate solidarity; as it held
fathomless tons of cargo and kin on its base; churned
ahead like a royal prince; unflinchingly even amongst
a diabolical battalion of whales and sharks,
For the watch; it was the most glittering tool of
success; as it incessantly ticked to candidly divulge
scrupulously unveiling time; sagaciously admonished
one and all regarding; the cracking of mesmerizing
dawn; and the perils of the vindictively sultry night,
For the dog; it was an elusively ghastly witch; as it
broke all his gorgeous fortress of teeth; every time
he greedily mistook it; for his robustly tantalizing
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dinner,
For the lake; it was an abhorrently dreaded monster;
as it invidiously infiltrated into its satiny bed;
horrendously corrupting the celestial synergy; of its
blissfully bequeathing soul,
For the diamond; it was the most barbaric giant on
earth alive; as it indefatigably yearned for diffusing
grandiloquent glitter and voluptuous aura;
incarcerated by all humans behind its morbidly
dolorous walls,
For the bloodstream; it was a deleteriously gory
impediment; as it slowly corroded and dissipated its
disgusting toxins; in the poignantly ecstatic and
unending balcony of intricate veins,
For the castle; it was a miraculous savior of
vivacious life; as it guarded the grandeur all
perilous night with its treacherously serrated
periphery; while the Kings and Queens snored
impregnably to their hearts content,
For the singer; it was the most priceless possession
of her life; as she timelessly held its sparkling body
near her melodious throat; reaching the divinity in
her enchanting voice; to spell bound audiences; far
and wide across the trajectory of this fathomless
planet,
For the teacher; it was the most inevitable tool that
he could ever posses; as he controlled countless
unruly and rambunctious students; with a single swish
of its menacingly bludgeoning swirl,
For the patriot; it was a blessing in blissful
disguise; as he majestically held it to confront the
most lecherously advancing enemies; beheaded
diabolically heinous traitors; with its satanically
sharp and shimmering edge,
For the laborer; it was an unfathomably insidious
burden; as he fulminated into a river of painstaking
perspiration; bearing its disgracefully overwhelming
load; upon his nimbly impoverished back,
O! Yes; A blessing in heavenly disguise for some;
while the most goriest curse of existence for those
frugally remaining; A priceless charm for some; while
the most insipid anecdote in life for those
synergistically surviving; was the one and only; black
since the very first cry of birth; biscuit of black
iron
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IN-BORN STRENGTHS
Romance indefatigably and with piquant enchantment; to
your most unassailably integral mountain; of in-born
strengths,
Dance ingratiatingly and with tantalizing charisma; to
your most fabulously impeccable repertoire; of in-born
strengths,
Fantasize intransigently and with incessant
fascination; to your most fathomlessly intrepid ocean;
of in-born strengths,
Gallop patriotically and with unflinching brazenness;
to your most invincibly blazing Sun; of in-born
strengths,
Donate benevolently and with unequivocal humanity; to
your most spellbindingly colossal kaleidoscope; of
in-born strengths,
Listen ardently and with insatiable fervor; to your
most gloriously glimmering fountain; of in-born
strengths,
Sleep sensuously and with blissful contentment; to
your most blisteringly dynamic goalhouse; of in-born
strengths,
Laugh wholeheartedly and with ebulliently emollient
gusto; to your most divinely unsurpassable armory; of
in-born strengths,
Sing harmoniously and with unprecedented artistry in
your voice; to your most ubiquitously endless river;
of in-born strengths,
Walk flamboyantly and with an unfathomable urge to
reach philanthropic targets; to your most gloriously
synergistic cocoon; of in-born strengths,
Philosophize humbly and with ecstatically untamed
belief; to your most poignantly celestial stream; of
in-born strengths,
Discover gallantly and with overwhelming enigma; to
your most resplendently twinkling sky; of in-born
strengths,
Serve irrevocably and with the unconquerable spirit of
mankind; to your most passionately Omnipotent idol; of
in-born strengths,
Invest judiciously and with astounding pragmatism; to
your most grandiloquently intrinsic castle; of in-born
strengths,
Write candidly and with intricately silken
graciousness; to your most irrefutably honest
treasury; of in-born strengths,
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Pray fearlessly and with a wave of benign calm
enveloping the soul; to your most scintillatingly
sacrosanct candle; of in-born strengths,
Evolve intriguingly and with incomprehensibly
bountiful vigor; to your most beautifully tranquil
civilization; of in-born strengths,
Breathe compassionately and with the overpowering
elixir to lead life; to your most stupendously
fortified fortress; of in-born strengths,
Love immortally and with impregnably never dying
tenacity; to your most celestially vivacious river; of
in-born strengths,
Over and above all; Live symbiotically and with the
relentless aspiration to conquer an infinite deaths;
to your most magnanimously bestowing lamp; of in-born
strengths…..
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TRUE SATISFACTION
True satisfaction lies in feeding the devastatingly
deprived; not in ruthlessly snatching the last morsel
of food from their pathetically starved stomachs; just
to tantalize your spuriously non-existent buds of
baseless taste,
True satisfaction lies in educating the ludicrously
illiterate; not in barbarically extricating their last
iota of discerning consciousness; just to
meaninglessly tingle the soles of your; sordidly
treacherous feet,
True satisfaction lies in uplifting the disastrously
maimed to the ultimate destination of their choice;
not in savagely excoriating the mercurial conglomerate
of flesh and bone on their staggering body; just to
uselessly placate your skin; with bombastic warmth,
True satisfaction lies in philanthropically assisting
the blind to cross the rambunctious street; not in
invidiously climbing over their hapless shoulders;
just in order to meet your boss on the other side;
before your manipulative colleague could,
True satisfaction lies in becoming the profuse source
of sound for the unfathomably deaf; not in
ecstatically occupying their horrifically debilitated
eardrum; just in order to profoundly mystify your
commercial senses; with the carpet of darkness inside,
True satisfaction lies in speaking vociferously for
the horrendously dumb; not in insidiously maneuvering
their innocence towards the diabolical gallows; just
in order to save your murderously stinking life,
True satisfaction lies in rescuing the innocuously
orphaned infant drowning uncontrollably in the satanic
waters; not in using his impeccable countenance as a
lifeboat; just in order to reach invincibly to the
other side of the; gloriously shimmering shores,
True satisfaction lies in placating the dreadfully
dreary senses of a fatigued traveler; not in
perennially resting and parasitically feasting on his
wavering shadow; just to pacify the already supremely
satisfied elements in his blood,
True satisfaction lies in sowing seeds of invincible
peace in resplendent soil; not in mercilessly
massacring fathomless forests of beauty with swords of
heinous corruption; just in order to embellish your
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pompous castles; with biscuits of extra silver,
True satisfaction lies in; marvelously becoming the
voice of the tyrannically molested; not in ominously
snatching every word before it even crept up their
nimble throat; just to be thunderously heard; by all
powerhouses and kingdoms in the world; alike,
True satisfaction lies in; benevolently embracing all
those old and despondently struggling; not in
satanically plucking out the tender hair from their
witheringly fragile bodies; just in order to fill in
the bald portions of your; inconspicuously frigid wig,
True satisfaction lies in; enveloping all those
uncouthly trembling in bizarre cold in blankets of
eternally mesmerizing humanity; not in parasitically
sucking even the most infinitesimal droplet of
poignant blood from their body; just in order to fill
in your empty glasses of solitude,
True satisfaction lies in; disseminating unprecedented
happiness in all those despicable hutments besieged
with inexplicable gloom; not in extinguishing the slim
flames of hope in their interiors; just in order to
illuminate your disgustingly sleazy world; of ghastly
lechery and crime,
True satisfaction lies in; uninhibitedly freeing all
those savagely incarcerated in chains of treachery;
not in tumultuously inflicting all your frustration of
the day upon their miserably diminutive caricatures;
just in order to spuriously relax the surplus tension;
in your overwhelming agitated nerves and bones,
True satisfaction lies in; incessantly endeavoring to
coalesce all discriminating religions into the
immortally impregnable religion of humanity; not in
perpetuating malicious feuds in civilizations melanged
with symbiotic solidarity; just to snobbishly appease
your taste buds; at the sight of viciously raining
blood,
True satisfaction lies in; indefatigably marching on
the invincible pathways of benign unity; not in
maliciously shattering the fortress of mankind; just
to impart that baseless bit of extra reinvigoration;
to your foundations of non-existent prejudice,
True satisfaction lies in; astoundingly proliferating
newness to synergistically continue God’s chapter of
priceless existence; not in venomously annihilating
the innocuously divine; just in order to pugnaciously
survive; for a countless more lifetimes,
True satisfaction lies in; benevolently sacrificing
every iota of rhapsodic breath to nourish
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unequivocally spell binding goodness; not in sinfully
burying a robustly sparkling organism infinite
kilometers beneath drab soil; just in order to stand
with laughably meticulous precision; upon your own
dwindling feet,
And true satisfaction lies in; perpetually bonding
broken hearts all across the fabulously fathomless
Universe; not in malevolently stealing passionately
palpitating beats with gay abandon; just in order to
keep your body; pathetically and forever alive….
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WHAT IS A POEM ????
A poem is; an everlasting ocean of poignant empathy;
that envelops you in winds of insatiable euphoria and
tantalizingly rhapsodic caress,
A poem is; a marvelous compilation of majestic art;
cascading like the most opulent river of happiness; in
your times of morbidly murderous gloom,
A poem is; a cloudburst of tumultuously piquant
emotions; forever and irrefutably ensuring that; you
kept gallivanting ahead with the delectably pristine
ardor of life,
A poem is; a fathomless canvas of vivacious color and
ingratiating charm; deluging every cranny of your
ludicrously impoverished existence; with all
mesmerizing goodness; stupendously overpowering the
atmosphere,
A poem is; a wave of glorious royalty that
romantically sweeps across your dreary nerves every
dawn; titillates you into fireballs of untamed
imagination; all throughout the fabric of the
voluptuously enchanting night,
A poem is; the most grandiloquently flaming epitome of
triumph; harboring you in its invincible belly of
endless fantasy; nourishing each iota of your blood;
like a sacrosanct mother,
A poem is; a boisterously humming bee of ecstatic
jubilation; diffusing the profound sweetness of
mystical existence; on whichever path you chose to
philanthropically tread,
A poem is; an unfathomable myriad of enigmatic
undulations; intriguingly weaving through
unsurpassable joy and inexplicable gloom in life;
alike,
A poem is; the most embellished form of written
expression; catapulting you to infinite kilometers
above the divinely conglomerate of celestial clouds;
to bask in the unprecedented glory of priceless
learning,
A poem is; an incomprehensible mountain of intrepid
philosophy; the most turbulently ebullient portrayal
of the mind; body and blissfully philandering soul,
A poem is; a symbol of ubiquitous harmony; uniting
civilizations irrespective of caste; creed or color
from all across the fathomless planet; in its
invincible blanket of humanity; alike,
A poem is; an unequivocal path of righteousness that
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transpires you to wholeheartedly pursue your gorgeous
curtain spread of benevolent dreams; your spice to
passionately embrace life and lifeless sleep;
romantically and alike,
A poem is; an unrelenting thunderbolt of perennial
desire; encapsulating your diabolically dwindling
bones; with the eternal fervor to exhilaratedly leap
forward in vibrant life,
A poem is; the sacrosanct constituent of a writers
imagination; his intransigent propensity and heavenly
fodder; to compassionately lead a countless more
exotic lives,
A poem is; a boundlessly ardent craving for harmonious
bliss to impregnably descend; incarcerating all those
disastrously devastated; with the incredulously
ingratiating melody in its rhythm,
A poem is; a resplendently twinkling sky of perpetual
yearning; showering its rain of unparalleled
enthusiasm; upon every quarter of this earth; besieged
with horrifically debilitating darkness,
A poem is; a magical whirlpool of fervently diffusing
breath; that instills Omnipotent life; even in the
most languidly ungainly and satanically maimed,
A poem is; a tantalizingly seducing princess;
grandiloquently culminating into a mist of fascinating
desire and astoundingly bountiful grace; on every iota
of space; she blessedly blended with,
Over and above all; A poem is; the innermost
fulmination of the immortally throbbing heart;
transcending well above the boundaries of
conventionally parasitic form; rule and structure;
every true artists desire to take indefatigably breath
for; abnegating his last trace of life for it; only to
rejoice with it perpetually in realms of Omnipresent
heaven….
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I PREFFERED TO DIE INFINITE DEATHS
I preferred standing barechested under sweltering rays
of the Sun; profusely basking in a pool of gloriously
golden sweat,
Rather than rotting away like a piece of dilapidated
dirt incarcerated well within the dungeons; in fear of
how the world would look outside….
I preferred plunging intrepidly into the vindictive;
valiantly clashing my sword in the supreme exultation
of defending my priceless integrity,
Rather than listening to unsolicited abuse as the days
unveiled by; petrified to venture outside in fear of
being uncouthly assassinated….
I preferred swimming in full fledged fervor against
the tumultuously turbulent waves of the ocean; taking
the rhapsodically tangy spray full throttle on my
cheeks,
Rather than sitting like a disheveled banana on the
shores; ruminating unsurpassable number of times; upon
the aftermaths after being devoured by the sharks….
I preferred clambering up the treacherous slope of the
mountain head on against the exuberant breeze; with
the soles of my robustly sturdy feet the only respite,
Rather than waiting countless decades for a golden
helicopter to descend; catapult me to the absolute
summit within lightening flashes of the eye….
I preferred walking boundless kilometers in the
astronomically dense forest; searching for the
glamorous fruits of nature which I savored even in my
dreams,
Rather than wait like a frigidly parasitic mosquito on
the ground; for destiny to place the fathomless
festoon of berries; languidly in my lazy lap…..
I preferred wholeheartedly embracing the euphorically
crackling flames of fire; profusely relishing the
flamboyant warmth that rejuvenated every dreary bone
in my persona,
Rather than running a million kilometers away from the
blazing inferno; dreadfully afraid of being scorched
to the corpse….
I preferred blurting out whatever was fulminating in
the topmost compartment of my mind; candidly
expressing even the most infinitesimal iota of my
feelings,
Rather than plotting a battalion of insidiously lethal
ideas; like a trembling coward behind the back of my
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compatriots….
I preferred speaking the perpetual truth at the cost
of my rubicund flesh; although it blended the sky and
the earth together in the swirl of its irrefutably
overwhelming agony,
Rather than camouflaging my words with the cloud of
deceitful lies; manipulatively evolving every word I
spoke….
I preferred to proclaim my love for my beloved in
front of the entire acrid world; in the face of rebuke
and the most severest penalty from the society for my
act of unconventional audacity,
Rather than strangulating my senses painstakingly; bit
by bit; as I watched them bonding her sacrosanct
countenance with the mate of her choice….
And I preferred to die infinite deaths this very
instant with my head held high; and the voice of my
impeccably righteous conscience dictating me to
execute every action of my existence,
Rather than leading a life slaving for another
molecule of my kind; bowing down my persona to a
diabolically lecherous entity; whom even the Lord had
rejected since immemorial times….
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DON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO
My eyes popped out in overwhelming exasperation; my
sockets dancing restlessly on the floor,
My lips distorted themselves to incomprehensibly
horrendous contours; biting themselves satanically as
the moon blossomed to a perilously sinister glow,
My hair stood up like thunderbolts of stringent
electricity; blazing fireballs of despondency towards
the sky,
My fists curled into an insurmountably formidable
punch; aching to thunderously batter arid wisps of
breeze painstakingly blowing around,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..
My sweat dribbled down in cyclonic frenzy;
proliferating by the unfurling minute; into fathomless
oceans clashing against the walls of nothingness,
My teeth locked themselves in an immortally peevish
embrace; chattering countless times in an
indefatigable search for spurious solace,
My skin developed boundless goose bumps of profound
disdain; shivering incessantly in the inexplicable
trauma lingering in placid air,
My ears heard a volley of sounds which were entirely
non-existent; kept inexorably iterating tunes which
hovered countless feet beneath the graves,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..
My yawn reverberated more diabolically than the
demons; as I tossed unrelentingly on my
lackadaisically strewn four poster bed,
My shadow fluttered miserably in the domains of hell;
shrinking its robust proportions to more inconspicuous
than an ant; in its quest for treading on the
unexplored,
My eyelashes withered ferociously towards unruly soil;
wanting to rejuvenate themselves thoroughly in the
fabulously rain soaked mud,
My throat blurted a myriad of obnoxiously hoarse
tunes; permeating through the realms of normalcy with
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its relentlessly hysterical shrieking,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..
My stomach belligerently puked out foul matter from
the inner most recesses of my intestines; contracting
to as thin as an infinitesimal whisker; struck by body
blows of mind-boggling desperation,
My fingers scribbled an unfathomable battalion of
nonchalantly incoherent literature; swished menacingly
to emboss the most hideously invidious forms in loose
sand,
My neck swirled in infinite directions as the clock
ticked; profusely confused by the happenings that
unleashed themselves in the surrounding,
My heart sank all its beats in my acrimoniously
pointed boots; my breath and soul searched frantically
for the paths on which the Sun austerely shone in its
fiercely flamboyant shine,
I am sure that my treacherous plight must be the same
as that besieging you my friends; when we just don’t
have; ANYTHING TO DO…..
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EVEN IF WAS BORN DEAD
I could relinquish all my clothes this very moment;
shiver hysterically as turbulent cloud covers of snow
tumbled ferociously from the sky,
I could relinquish all my fantasies this very moment;
stare in mockingly dumb ridicule towards abstruse bits
of solitary air,
I could relinquish all my spurious pride this very
moment; start hoarsely begging on the streets; with my
profusely bedraggled hair cascading disdainfully over
my cheeks,
I could relinquish all my overwhelming courage this
very moment; surrender in meek submission to even the
ants transgressing near the lavatory seat,
I could relinquish all my smiles this very moment;
weep till times immemorial; even though the Sun
outside glowed brighter than when it was born,
I could relinquish all my blood this very moment;
mercilessly extricate the indispensably life yielding
fluid horrendously from its very roots,
I could relinquish all my teeth this very moment;
uncouthly abrading them against obdurate biscuits of
acrimoniously thorny steel,
I could relinquish all my taste this very moment;
surviving wholesomely on stale left overs of
insurmountably decaying bread blended with the bland
desert sands,
I could relinquish all my memory this very moment;
frantically groping my way like a new born child
amidst the myriad of boisterously whipping traffic,
I could relinquish all my daintily gifted features
this very moment; brutally ripping apart each part of
my robustly voluptuous skin,
I could relinquish all my astronomically earned wealth
this very moment; licking the mud in insatiable hunger
as the stomach cried beyond the realms of no control,
I could relinquish all my nerves this very moment;
slithering in tumultuously painstaking agony as the
vultures descended to confiscate my skeleton,
I could relinquish all my ambitions this very moment;
loiter aimlessly with the sword of desperation
penetrating me deeper and deeper by the unveiling
minute,
I could relinquish all my prudently sagacious ability
to think this very moment; incurring a billion bomb
blasts incessantly in the corridors of my tenderly
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palpable brain,
I could relinquish all my melodious voice this very
moment; persevering to eternity to blurt even a single
alphabet; although I possessed the most ingratiatingly
fabulous island of rosy tongue,
I could relinquish all my dexterity this very moment;
maniacally executing only an inconspicuous task for
decades unfathomable; although the Creator had gifted
me with boundless virtues of this world,
I could relinquish all my body this very moment;
lingering like an insipidly treacherous and gloomy
spirit; although mountains of raw tenacity engulfed
each of my bones,
I could relinquish all my breath this very moment;
incarcerating myself infinite feet beneath my burial
ground; profoundly abdicating even the most minuscule
trace of tangible life,
But I couldn’t relinquish you O! Beloved; for you were
not only more precious to me than any other entity on
this Universe; but my very reason to live; even if I
was born dead for infinite lives…
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UNPARDONABLE CRIME
To enter it was as easy as the wail of a freshly born
child; as you suddenly escalated to the absolutely
unprecedented summit; of awesome power,
While you found yourself lambasted to threadbare bits
of inconspicuous dust; the very instant you decided to
wholesomely relinquish its; preposterously ghastly
swirl….
To enter it you didn’t require the slightest of guts;
as the profusely overwhelming cascade of lethal guns
in your hand; made you feel more powerful than the
most indomitable of prince,
While you transited into an infinitesimal pool of
disdainful mosquito curry; the very instant you
decided to quit its heinously gory swirl; for good….
To enter it you didn’t need even the slightest of
brainwork; as the profound feeling of raw power sunk
deep into your malevolently prejudiced soul,
While you had the worst nightmare of your life which
incorrigibly refrained to end; the very instant you
tried to spit on its derogatory web of insidious
lechery….
To enter it was the most lucrative moment of your
impoverished life; as you envisaged nothing but
castles of glittering gold on even the most sordidly
remorseful step; that you tread,
While you got kicked worse than the orphaned stone; in
lunatic whirlpools of your own blood; the very instant
you even thought a ludicrous fraction; of
relinquishing it forever and ever and ever….
To enter it was a live life kingsize dream for you;
with fathomless territories of innocuously opulent
land; diminutively reeling under your savagely
merciless authority,
While you relentlessly wailed worse than an
agonizingly dying man; embedding your feet deeper and
deeper into the morbid graveyard; the very instant you
perceived even the tiniest of abdicating; its
uncouthly barbaric swirl….
To enter it all you needed was an ungainly bunch of
surreptitiously hideous contacts; as you proudly
envisaged yourself to be one day seated on the throne
of this entire Universe,
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While you had veritably no saliva left in your mouth
to swallow; the very instant you resolutely planned to
abnegate; its treacherously bloodstained dormitory….
To enter it you had perhaps waited all your life;
conceiving silken luxury to perennially kiss your
penuriously devastated footstep; and that too within
the wink of an eye,
While you found yourself devouring garbage left over
by the pigs for centuries immemorial; the very instant
you eventually realized; and wanted to forever shun
its uncouthly parasitic caress….
To enter it was the most ego satisfying time for you;
as you could now ruthlessly slap back all those who
had even inadvertently scratched you; with the
unfathomably invidious power of dastardly weaponry,
While you irrefutably didn’t get even the most
mercurial of chance to sight the morning Sun once
again; the very instant you benevolently resolved; to
abandon its ghoulishly forlorn dungeon of
meaninglessness….
And to enter it all you had to do was sporadically
utter the word CRIME; and Lo! Behold there was some
salacious gangster or the other fervently waiting
there to optimally exploit your innocence to the most
unsurpassable limits,
While you insensitively scrubbed your entity from this
earth forever with your own blood laden hands; the
very instant you took a solemn pledge; to vanquish its
menacingly slandering territory….
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THE BEST
Prejudiced are those who baselessly dramatize,
Majestic are those who voluptuously romanticize,
Cowardly are those who meaninglessly ostracize,
Marvelous are those who unrelentingly fantasize,
Dastardly are those who treacherously traumatize,
Penurious are those who vengefully victimize,
Magicians are those who enchantingly soliloquize,
Devils are those who uncouthly penalize,
Artisans are those who articulately specialize,
Demons are those who mercilessly cauterize,
Satanic are those who spuriously philosophize,
Traitors are those who insidiously aggrandize,
Enamoring are those who ravishingly tantalize,
Resurgent are those who unflinchingly patronize,
Resolute are those who perpetually idolize,
Brave are those who magnificently acclimatize,
Greatest are those who altruistically sacrifice,
Prudent are those who sagaciously apprize,
Turgid are those who ruthlessly baptize,
Ominous are those who manipulatively plagiarize,
Patrons are those who intricately recognize,
Harbingers are those who ubiquitously rationalize,
Samaritans are those who relentlessly nationalize,
Morbid are those who incessantly vandalize,
Surreptitious are those who perilously scandalize,
Astute are those who succinctly concise,
Diabolical are those who indiscriminately pulverize,
Ingenious are those who innovatively sensationalize,
Innocuous are those who resplendently eternalize,
Bombastic are those who pretentiously glamorize,
Holistic are those who worship Sunrise,
Uncanny are those who enigmatically mysticize,
Savage are those who menacingly exorcise,
Triumphant are those who intractably epitomize,
Failures are those who wickedly avarice,
Pertinent are those who indefatigably criticize,
Enthusiasts are those who uplift bourgeoisie,
Philanthropic are those who congenially harmonize,
Obsessive are those who dogmatically habitualize,
Lovers are those who tirelessly immortalize,
Insects are those who remorsefully advice,
Monotonous are those who unreasonably legalize,
Visionaries are those who sagaciously
Institutionalize,
Blessed are those who holistically collectivize,
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Alluring are those who chant moonrise,
Abominable are those who ingloriously immobilize,
Victorious are those who honestly rise,
Exhilarating are those who ebulliently surprise,
Perfectionists are those who intricately synchronize,
Meticulous are those precisely systemize,
Persevering are those who chronologically itemize,
Devout are those who blissfully traditionalize,
Cold Blooded are those who barbarically polarize,
Dictatorial are those who chauvinistically mercerize,
Unpardonable are those who satanically brutalize,
Divine are those benevolently synthesize,
Charismatic are those who humanitarianly symbolize,
Vindictive are those who unsurpassably tyrannize,
Entrepreneurs are those who coherently channelize,
Anarchists are those who rougishly agonize,
Prudent are those who quickly summarize,
Lackadaisical are those who disdainfully mechanize,
Derogatory are those who worthlessly demoralize,
Abhorrent are those who frigidly desensitize,
Opportunists are those unequivocally maximize,
Insane are those who sinfully pressurize,
Enthusing are those who spell bindingly surprise,
Gimmick are those who sleazily advertize,
Gifted are those who unbiasedly memorize,
Humane are those who naturally mortalize,
Indescribable are those who incessantly demonize,
Remarkable are those who heavenly conceptualize,
Lackluster are those who nonchalantly neutralize,
Affable are those who wholeheartedly socialize,
Corpselike are those who purposelessly sterlize,
Unpredictable are those who atrociously disguise,
Melanging are those who synergistically franchise,
Intelligent are those who poignantly familiarize,
Discerning are those who perceptively characterize,
Fairies are those who unbelievably mesmerize,
Perfectionists are those who comprehensively totalize,
Martyrs are those who selflessly actualize,
Comrades are those who uninhibitedly solemnize,
Ungainly are those who truculently terrorize,
And The best are those who sportingly realize,
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THE CHAPTER OF VIBRANT LIFE
At times a river of sensuously everlasting happiness;
while at times an inexplicable thorn stabbing you with
pints of traumatized anguish,
At times a mesmerizing cloud of blossoming prosperity;
while at times an incorrigible impediment engendering
you to preposterously stagger towards the aisles of
hopelessness,
At times a fountain of unbelievable resplendence;
while at times testing you against the most
horrendously ominous storms; which unrelentingly
seemed to have not the slightest of respite,
At times a euphorically surging bird flapping in the
realms of ebullient jubilation; while at times
inevitably making you trip towards the dungeons of
frantically bizarre desperation,
At times a melodiously enchanting song placating even
the most murderously diabolical of your nerves; while
at times asphyxiating your visage; with precarious
testaments of painstaking perseverance,
At times an ultimate harbinger of celestial peace;
while at times marauding your brain with a boundless
mountain of; compulsively crippling thoughts and
prejudice,
At times a waterfall of voluptuously seductive glory
titillating you till times beyond eternity; while at
times an ominous maelstrom of intractable difficulty;
penalizing you from every ostensible side,
At times a thunderbolt of ingenious innovation; while
at times a disastrously insane wastrel; infiltrating
you with daggerheads of insipidly debilitating
nothingness,
At times a garden of stupendously enthralling
vivaciousness; while at times an unsparingly acrid
blade that menacingly greeted you; at every step that
you transgressed,
At times a gorgeously enthralling paradise of
bestowing scent; while at times an assiduously testing
examination of the severest of odds; making you wither
into a penurious shadow of disdainful remorse and
neglect,
At times an ecstatic whirlpool of rejuvenating
freshness entirely metamorphosing the complexion of
your abominably bedraggled life; while at times a
corpse of baseless tensions; depriving you of even the
most infinitesimal wink of sleep,
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At times an irrefutably triumphant medallion of
blazing victory; while at times insidiously lambasting
you with swords of monotonously mundane commercialism
and abhorrent malice,
At times the most candidly blissful reflection of your
impeccable soul; while at times tumultuously besieging
your entire countenance; with heinously incarcerating
beads of impeding sweat,
At times the tantalizingly exotic carpet of the
gregariously twinkling night; while at times a
vociferously crumbling sea of disparaging despair;
viciously hurtling you from your most unequivocally
consolidated place in pragmatic existence,
At times a mountain of unconquerably Herculean
strength safeguarding you against the most
treacherously salacious evil; while at times an
inscrutable cistern of black magic; invidiously
transforming your every wish into a mirage of
meaninglessness,
At times an unassailable inferno of divine
righteousness transcending you above the most
immaculate angels in fathomless sky; while at times a
savagely tyrannical panther; instilling in you an
insatiably unending flame of lecherous greed,
At times the most priceless elixir to ebulliently
bounce in every instant of rhapsodic survival; while
at times vengefully slapping you with whirlwinds of
defeat; staring with uncouth barbarism in your
innocent eyes,
At times a resplendently robust fruit culminating into
rays of revitalizingly Omnipotent hope; while at times
more slippery than the surreptitiously perilous eel;
triggering you to plummet headon on a snake of
slithering nonchalance,
And at times an immortal bonding of existence
bountifully coalescing you with all those whom you
pricelessly loved; while at times more sardonically
bitter than venom could ever have tasted; such was the
vacillating chapter of vibrant life….
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12.0 CLOCK
12.0 Clock. A moment when the voluptuous seduction of
ingratiating blackness; enshrouded each frazzled nerve
of mine with silken sensuousness,
12.0 Clock. A moment when overwhelmingly enchanting
melody; whispered a tale of profound mysticism in my
frantically insane and bereaved ears,
12.0 Clock. A moment when a carpet of rejuvenating
serenity blissfully infiltrated into my lunatically
manipulative life; celestially placating every
inexplicably traumatic thought of mine,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the entire Universe outside
seemed to be a mesmerizing paradise; with an
unfathomable ocean of benign goodness; profusely
encapsulating every ingredient of my tyrannically
lambasted blood,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the resplendently milky
light of the charismatic Moon titillated me till times
immemorial; bathing me in a cistern of wonderfully
enamoring beauty,
12.0 Clock. A moment when an unsurpassable garden of
reinvigorating scent encompassed my disastrously
staggering stride; triumphantly urging me to embed the
flag of philanthropic victory; on the path of
righteous mankind,
12.0 Clock. A moment when tantalizingly cool breeze
exuberantly brushed through my dolorously dwindling
eyes; transpiring me to fantastically erupt in an
unrelenting cocoon of; spell binding fantasy,
12.0 Clock. A moment of unbelievably rapturous
delight; when the rustling of the vivacious trees;
seemed like the eternal heavens had bountifully
descended down,
12.0 Clock. A moment which metamorphosed the
complexion of my beleaguered lips to a poignant
crimson; triggering in me the insatiable urge to blend
with all sensuously exotic beauty around,
12.0 Clock. A moment when aristocratic waves of
tranquility; miraculously changed the definition of my
haplessly shattering life; to a civilization of
perennially blossoming freshness,
12.0 Clock. A moment that blissfully redefined every
aspect of my monotonously mundane survival;
enlightening each of my hopelessly crippling
footsteps; with a reservoir of unconquerably heavenly
newness,
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12.0 Clock. A moment which regally painted the
impoverished kaleidoscope of my dithering existence
with an incomprehensible valley of vibrant color;
making me wholesomely believe in the harmoniously
benevolent principles of; priceless humanity,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the relentless stare of the
vividly striped owl; tumultuously evoked me to
conceive beyond the realms of the sparklingly
extraordinary; diffuse into a flower of innovative
freshness; every unfurling minute of my existence,
12.0 Clock. A moment which impregnated my
lackadaisically nonchalant life with astronomically
unending spice; as the magnificently eclectic
frequency of the atmosphere; lit a lantern of love
through every vein of my persona,
12.0 Clock. A moment fabulously relieving me of even
the most infinitesimal of tensions; deluging the
canvas of my beautifully scintillating breath; with
ubiquitously untamed euphoria,
12.0 Clock. A moment which royally catapulted me
beyond all sinful apprehensions of pragmatic life; as
I majestically coalesced with the aisles of unending
desire; for infinite more births yet to come,
12.0 Clock. A moment when there seemed nothing but the
ravishing scent of the unassailably princely rose; as
the petals of my lugubriously despairing life; bloomed
full throttle towards the pathways of insurmountable
excitement,
12.0 Clock. A moment when the breath that
nondescriptly diffused from my nostrils; suddenly
incinerated an invincible cloudburst of romantic
passion; in the pathetically fading atmosphere,
O! Yes. 12.0 Clock. A moment when the stringently
conventional society outside snored ludicrously;
incarcerated well within the asphyxiating agony of
quilts and spurious air-conditioner; while my heart
had just commenced to sing the beats of love and life;
as it was now fascinating midnight…..
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MONEY
You could metamorphose into an impeccable saint; and
then incessantly castigate it; for its salaciously
treacherous and hideously ungainly intent,
You could step into the shoes of an immaculate angel;
and then indefatigably rebuke it; for corrupting the
fabric of the celestially blissful atmosphere,
You could transform into a bountifully blessing cloud;
and then irascibly condemn it; for its baseless
proportions of abhorrently stinking malice,
You could wholesomely blend with harmonious goodness;
and then unrelentingly pulverize it; for its heinously
malicious waves of insidious remorsefulness,
You could uplift your soul to the bountifully
everlasting heavens; and then relentlessly ostracize
it; for its lecherously vindictive swirl; that
perfidiously infiltrated the fabric of innocuous
humanity,
You could catapult to the summit of patriotically
blazing freedom; and then unrelentingly abuse it; for
its spell of disdainfully abominable commercialism and
horrifically ghastly captivity,
You could blissfully traverse on a blanket of
unequivocally scintillating pearls; and then
unstoppably slander it; for being a pertinently
perilous insect; satanically sucking blood from all
living beings,
You could embellish yourself with flames of
stupendously unassailable honesty; and then timelessly
decimate it; for its waves of discordantly unwarranted
prejudice,
You could reach the corridors of rhapsodically
eternal paradise; and then intractably slash at it;
for it being an intolerable impediment; that
traumatically poisoned one and all; in their way to
holistic righteousness,
You could drown yourself in the winds of enchantingly
sensuous melody; and then ruthlessly crucify it; for
its nonchalantly monotonous caress of the; radiantly
blooming society,
You could become a fulminating ray of dazzling
sunshine; and then tirelessly exonerate it with your
candid voice; for not functioning according to the
principles of the; Almighty divine,
You could transcend beyond the realms of benign
goodness; and then unsparingly whip it; for diffusing
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a path of murderous war; all across God’s most
ravishingly splendid continent,
You could dance in the aisles of marvelous empathy;
and then savagely shoot it; for lethally disobeying
the ideals of symbiotic existence; diffusing
vindictive hatred in the hearts of one and all; alike,
You could chant the most sacred mantras on this
Universe; and then unflinchingly squelch upon it; for
its merciless ways of leading life; for the sinister
darkness of ill will that it instilled in passionately
palpitating hearts,
You could synergistically epitomize all resplendently
beautiful on this colossal planet; and then
tyrannically distort it; for being so brutal on all
those innocuously wandering; under the carpet of
heavenly life,
You could bask ingratiatingly in the glory of
profoundly impeccable moonlight; and then
intransigently demolish it; for its icicles of
cowardliness; that degraded the existence of every
organism alive,
You could intrepidly clamber up the slopes of
exhilarating adventure; and then fearlessly bang it;
for its stench of surreptitious badness; acridly
pilfering into the lives of innocuous mankind,
And do what you could; rebuke it; perennially
annihilate it; diabolically spit on its cacophonically
bereaved soul; excoriate it apart into an infinite
pieces,
But you knew as much as I did today; that it was the
cardinal reason of our existence; with the rest of the
planet following us unequivocally on the same
footsteps,
For all those who proclaimed that they were fathomless
miles away from it; still indispensably needed it; as
every speck of luxuriously opulent cloth on their
bodies; every bit of resplendently replenishing meal
in their famished stomachs; every bit of bullet proof
roof sequestering their heads; was partly due to it;
such was the power of hateful; yet pacifying money….
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GREATEST ART
The greatest art was not in clambering unsurpassably
coldblooded mountains; with overwhelmingly poignant
and adroit precision; barefoot,
The greatest art was not in stupendously encapsulating
the beauty of the fathomless cosmos; in threadbare
sheets of barren paper; singlehandedly,
The greatest art was not in racing swanky cars on
avalanches of heartless ice; dexterously swerving an
indefatigable number of times to degrees of
extraordinarily beautiful precision; naked bodied,
The greatest art was not in flying umpteenth kites at
a single time; celestially maneuvering countless
strings of infinitesimal thread in gusty sky; towering
on the tip of your big toe,
The greatest art was not in erecting majestically
palatial edifices in lightening seconds of time;
inundating boundless kilometers of arid landscape with
indomitable concrete jungles; in just a single breath,
The greatest art was not in astoundingly memorizing
limitless jargons of patriotically blazing literature;
tirelessly reciting them to the entire planet; in just
a single flash of an eye,
The greatest art was not in adventurously diving to
the rock bottom of the truculently stormy ocean;
sustain life amidst the satanic battalion of sharks
and crabs beneath; for times immemorial,
The greatest art was not in impeccably prognosticating
the destiny of one and all on this endless earth;
astonishingly chronicling even the most minuscule of
event to yet unfurl; in bleary eyed dawn,
The greatest art was not in eclectically controlling
an unfathomable horde of rampant serpents; fearlessly
entwining them all around your scarlet cheeks; without
the tiniest bead of sweat,
The greatest art was not in staring relentlessly at
the profoundly blistering Sun; dazzling into a
patriotic saga of Herculean bravery; handsomely
unfettered,
The greatest art was not in emulating every
conceivable voice on this enamoring Universe; with
unconquerably marvelous artistry in the innermost
chords of your throat; like supreme Omnipotence
sweeping all evil,
The greatest art was not in grazing insurmountable
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flocks of innocuous sheep in a harmoniously single
row; to the enigmatically magical movements of your
nimble fingers; in blissfully unassailable unison,
The greatest art was not in weaving countless lines of
gloriously imperial literature; fulminating even the
most infidel ingredient of your blood; for the
rhapsodically untamed ocean of your versatility,
The greatest art was not in devouring even the most
sordidly acrimonious stones; digesting even the most
hedonistically salacious of impediments; without a
single burp,
The greatest art was not in inhaling every speck of
exhilarating breeze on this invincible globe;
inundating the cushion of your lungs with enchanting
sensuousness; for infinite more births yet to unravel,
The greatest art was not in brilliantly standing first
at every cranny of existence; Omnipresently
solemnizing your diminutive countenance as the very
best; till centuries even beyond your veritable time,
The greatest art was not in flamboyantly embellishing
your dreary countenance with the most exquisitely
fantastic satin on this planet; diffusing into a wave
of indefatigably priceless color on every step that
you intricately tread,
The greatest art was not in infectiously triggering
everyone around you into whirlpools of insatiably
hilarious laughter; metamorphosing every globule of
sullenness into an impregnable mountain of
humanitarian smiles,
For as long as this exotically fructifying earth has
existed; as long as God has chosen organism to diffuse
into an unendingly exuberant sea of tangy breath; as
long as symbiotically immortal love has blossomed in
every holistic heart; the greatest art has always been
and will forever be; leading each moment of survival
to the absolute fullest; wholeheartedly accepting
every shade of inexplicably fabulous life; just as it
unabashedly comes….
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A DEATH MORE HORRIFIC THAN WHAT DEATH COULD EVER BE
I didn’t know whether to plunge into the well of
treacherously vindictive scorpions; or whether to hang
myself insanely upside down from the cadaverously
gleaming gallows,
I didn’t know whether to chop my skull into an
infinite fragments with the merciless butcher knife;
or whether to let every conceivable parasite on this
boundless planet to uninhibitedly suck blood from my
derogatorily diminishing veins,
I didn’t know whether to stand bare-chested in the way
of the unrelentingly unsparing avalanches; or whether
to lecherously drown to the rock bottom of the deep
ocean; with an unsurpassable battalion of sinister
crabs in my mouth,
I didn’t know whether to torch my skin alive in a
gutter of insidiously adulterated kerosene; or whether
to ruthlessly excoriate every iota of my nimble skin;
from the top of my brutally emaciated bones,
I didn’t know whether to lethally gouge my eyes with
ghoulishly blood coated thorns; or whether to shatter
my entire countenance into a countless fragments;
sadistically banging my body against the venomously
cold-blooded rocks,
I didn’t know whether to bury myself alive infinite
feet beneath sinking soil; or whether to surrender
myself to every construable bit of disparagingly
convoluted badness; on the trajectory of this gigantic
planet,
I didn’t know whether to indefatigably sip vials of
hedonistically ghastly poison; or whether to get gored
full throttle; by the acrimoniously piercing thorns of
the savagely marauding bull,
I didn’t know whether to barbarously slash the
trembling veins of my palm with perfidiously criminal
blades; or whether to make a ludicrously grotesque
barbecue of myself for the unscrupulously wandering
termites,
I didn’t know whether to lividly wither like a
despondently crackled leaf; or whether to leap naked
fleshed from the pinnacle of the sky; to crunch my
every bone with stray pebbles and rocks on earth
beneath,
I didn’t know whether to let the demons crucify me on
the sacrificing altar torturously sucking every speck
of my exuberance under the acridly sweltering Sun; or
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whether to raunchily take every pistol bullet that
hurtled pugnaciously in serene air; right in the
center of my head,
I didn’t know whether to timelessly incarcerate every
cursed breath of mine in chains of isolation; or
whether to tirelessly march through a graveyard of
sickness; where the ghosts of disease made every
instant of my life more crippling than an infinite
deaths,
I didn’t know whether to lasciviously slit every patch
of robustness in my throat with the satanic garden
shears; or whether to truculently blast even the most
inconspicuous element of sensitivity in my ears with
perniciously ribald bombs,
I didn’t know whether to indiscriminately inundate
every pore of my slavering body with unfathomably
unforgivable bitterness; or whether to greedily slurp
asphyxiating acid down my throat in incomprehensibly
luxurious amounts,
I didn’t know whether to forever disappear into the
corridors of bawdily nonchalant nothingness; or
whether to continuously lick victimizingly threadbare
dirt on the lavatory broomstick; like an irascible
cockroach all my life,
I didn’t know whether to become a live carrion for the
egregiously cannibalistic vultures; or whether to
surprisingly come in front of a speeding truck; being
massacred to a gory absolution without the slightest
intimation or respite,
I didn’t know whether to limitlessly hurt myself like
an uncontrollably prurient imbecile; or whether to
jinx myself with the most uxoriously tyrannical
spirits of fretfully decimating doom,
I didn’t know whether to baselessly howl the last
chord of my throat till the threshold of infinite
infinity; or whether to perch my diminutive form upon
the belligerently flaming pyre; for an irrefutable
isolation from the vagaries of this manipulatively
prejudiced planet,
I didn’t know whether to eat ominously bellicose
cyanide for dessert; or whether to forever snap my
inconsequential reflection from the periphery of this
fathomless earth; devastatingly fading into a corpse
of lunatic darkness,
Her loss was so profoundly unbearable that I really
didn’t know how to die; Her untimely departure was the
most irreversible defeat that I had faced in the
chapter of my truncated life,
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And therefore; all that I intransigently sought for
today; was a death more ghastlier than the most
horrific of death could ever dream of or could ever
be; such a penalizingly lambasting corner in the
coffins of diabolical hell; where the absence of her
divinely sacrosanct form would never ever make me cry
again….
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WHO SAYS ???
Who the senseless says that I insatiably craved for
your wonderfully tantalizing smiles every instant; to
blissfully lead the chapter of vivaciously beautiful
life?
As a matter of fact; I inexorably drowned myself in
the same; to profusely enjoy ghastly death to its
ultimate fullest; till times immemorial….
Who the lackadaisical says that I unrelentingly
yearned for your seductively rampant senses every
instant; to bountifully unfurl the unsurpassably
vibrant colors of life ?
As a matter of fact; I tempestuously drowned myself in
the same; to insurmountably enjoy gory death to its
ultimate fullest; till infinite more births yet to
come…
Who the dastardly says that I unstoppably ached for
your beautifully embellished eyelashes ever instant;
to bask in the unshakably enthralling aura of timeless
life ?
As a matter of fact; I wildly drowned myself in the
same; to fathomlessly enjoy macabre death to its
ultimate fullest; till centuries unprecedented…
Who the feckless says that I dogmatically wished for
your majestically silken caress every instant; to
trigger a boundless civilization of ingratiatingly
exuberant life ?
As a matter of fact; I extravagantly drowned myself in
the same; to limitlessly enjoy satanic death to its
ultimate fullest; till moments unceasing and galore…
Who the preposterous says that I unendingly trembled
for your melodiously enticing voice every instant; to
uncontrollably bathe in a valley of euphorically
fantastic life ?
As a matter of fact; I irrevocably drowned myself in
the same; to profoundly enjoy ominous death to its
ultimate fullest; till countless more world’s to come
……
Who the idiosyncratic says that I indefatigably
aspired for your charismatically electric sweat every
instant; to fructify into the most eternally handsome
fruits of spellbindingly enigmatic life ?
As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in
the same; to regally enjoy sadistic death to its
ultimate fullest; till incomprehensibly inexhaustible
of times…
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Who the nonsensical says that I hysterically longed
for your lusciously enamoring sweetness every
instant; to fabulously bloom into the paradise of
marvelously fragrant life ?
As a matter of fact; I unconquerably drowned myself in
the same; to uninhibitedly enjoy barbaric death to its
ultimate fullest; till boundaries and limits
indefinable…
Who the decrepit says that I tirelessly hankered for
your rhapsodically titillating blushing; to spawn into
the most symbiotically emollient effulgence of
blessing life ?
As a matter of fact; I indomitably drowned myself in
the same; to prolifically enjoy hedonistic death to
its ultimate fullest; till the time existence
continued to thrive ….
And Who the treacherous says that I maniacally
slavered for your ardently fresh-bride love; to
magnificently replenish into the whirlwind of
perennially compassionate life ?
As a matter of fact; I irretrievably drowned myself in
the same; to ravishingly enjoy bizarre death to its
ultimate fullest; till earth blended wholesomely with
azure sky….
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DELINQUENT LONELINESS
The most treacherously ungainly manipulation miserably
dithered to perturb me; as I unflinchingly marched on
the path of blazingly scintillating righteousness,
But what was killing me more than horrific death every
unfurling instant; was the amorphously devilish
dungeon of; remorseful loneliness….
The most murderously bizarre conventionalism
horrendously staggered to dent me even an
infinitesimal trifle; as I fulminated into a
gloriously embellished festoon of unhindered
creativity,
But what was killing me more than cadaverous death
every passing instant; was the truculently abhorrent
corpse of; dastardly loneliness….
The most salaciously perverted of lunatics grotesquely
failed to taint my conscience even a diminutive speck;
as I eternally supported the cause of immortally
fantastic truth till the very last breath of my
impoverished life,
But what was killing me more than asphyxiating death
every unleashing instant; was the barbarously
coldblooded parasite of; lethal loneliness….
The most domineeringly chauvinistic egoists
pathetically stuttered in trying to make me a
quintessential part of their group; as I sat on the
leaf of nature’s pristine vivaciousness for centuries
immemorial,
But what was killing me more than crippling death
every unfurling instant; was the egregiously
bloodsucking leech of; satanic loneliness….
The most tawdrily titillating of vixens devastatingly
staggered in trying to invidiously infiltrate my
virginity; as I dedicated even the most fugacious
moment of my destitute life; to the service of
philanthropically resplendent mankind,
But what was killing me more than traumatic death
every instant; was the lecherously venomous thorn of;
simpering loneliness….
The most ominously macabre traitors endlessly lost in
insidiously trying to purchase the unfathomably
puristic sanctity of my soul; as I timelessly galloped
in through the lanes of unconquerably brilliant
righteousness,
But what was killing me more than irascible death
every unraveling instant; was the sadistically
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truculent fog of; vindictive loneliness…
The most morbidly disparaging tricksters
preposterously fumbled in fooling my innovatively
discerning senses; as I victoriously clambered to the
pinnacle of benevolently enlightening success; all
throughout the chapters of my vibrantly eclectic life,
But what was killing me more than decrepit death every
advancing instant; was the mordantly discordant voice
of; bellicose loneliness….
The most hedonistically sultry betrayal disappeared
into wisps of decaying oblivion; as it tried to
sleazily perpetuate into my ecstatically spell binding
aura of compassionate vividness,
But what was killing me more than pernicious death;
was the pruriently prattling scarecrow of;
deteriorating loneliness….
And the most ignominiously diabolical extinction
inconsolably wailed; as it gruesomely decimated in
front of my spirit of insatiably untamed and
sensuously exhilarating adventure,
But what was killing me more than savage death; was
the acrimoniously incarcerating prison of; delinquent
loneliness…
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THE TYCOON AND I
The murderously monotonous tycoon got up with a sordid
groan even before the cock could crow outside his
bedroom window; to nonchalantly squabble his
sanctimonious appointments for the morning,
While I snored like a gentle giant all day; evading
every trace of ferociously atrocious daylight; only to
profusely drown myself into a paradise of celestial
poetry; all throughout the voluptuously star studded
night….
The indiscriminately slandering tycoon got up with in
a state of inexplicably ungainly shock; treacherously
preparing his every bone to walk with his corporate
comrades and with only a pair of shorts on his body;
in the uncontrollably trembling wind of the winter
dawn,
While I unrelentingly fantasized with my eyes
perennially shut all blistering day; only to
insatiably churn unfathomable volumes of poetry; in
the heart of the ravishingly pearly night….
The derogatorily corrupt tycoon got up as even the
most mercurial of ant tickled his foot; envisaging it
to be his dreadfully dastardly boss; snapping his
salary for the month,
While I romantically shut my lids to the sunshine
drifting down the majestic hills all day; only to
intransigently fulminate into a catharsis of heart
rendering poetry; in the lap of the iridescently
beautiful night….
The truculently chauvinistic tycoon got up and stirred
the entire household awake; even as the yawn
dogmatically refrained to leave his inexorably aching
mouth,
While I innocuously sang and snoozed all day with the
symbiotic beats of Nature Divine; only to spawn into
an entrenchment of unassailably priceless poetry; in
the fabric of the sensuously enchanting night…..
The maliciously grotesque tycoon got up to the first
rings of his sleazily embellished mobile phone; for
which he gave the most indescribable of abuse but
still considered it more than his wife and the only
measly mantra for his life,
While I cozily tucked myself under the caverns of
unprecedented enthrallment all blazingly unstoppable
day; only to magically inundate the atmosphere with
eclectically vibrant poetry; in the miraculously
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healing rhythm of the spell bindingly panoramic
night…..
The perfidiously barbarous tycoon got up like frigidly
colorless icecream; wholesomely brainwashed by the
chill of his state-of-the-art airconditioner; and the
ostentatiously bizarre whisky that he had consumed to
please his clients; the evening before,
While I surreally wandered like an unhindered prince
through the ebulliently cascading waterfalls all day;
only to euphorically erupt into a festoon of
sacrosanct poetry; in the everlastingly effulgent
cadence of the regally rain soaked night….
The obnoxiously white collar tycoon got up
asphyxiating the throat of his adorable wife;
perceiving it to be the whiplash of his maliciously
decrepit senior; as his nightmare continued
relentlessly mercilessly,
While I assimilated all benign goodness of this
scintillating planet with my eyelashes curled all day;
only to timelessly gallivant with the heaven of
immaculate poetry; in the playground of the
ecstatically moonlit night….
The invidiously blood sucking tycoon got up with a
cleaver on his newborn’s throat; for inadvertently
teaching him to uninhibitedly rest and reap,
While I fantastically obfuscated myself far away from
the insipid vagaries of this planet all day; only to
remarkably revel in the aura of godly poetry; in the
heart of the ingratiatingly charismatic and vivid
night…..
O! Yes my life was infinite times more blessed than
the satanically marauding and hollow tycoon; for
although he had all laurels and wealth in this world
to whimsically execute,
He eventually went to the Lord’s hell for diffusing
abhorrently prejudiced unhappiness in every molecule
around him; while I immortally lived even after death
without even earning a single penny; in the breath of
my Omnipotent poetry….
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DEVILISHLY DECREPIT ALCOHOL
Do you want to lecherously quaver like a miserably
dwindling serpent; even though scarlet blood still
circulated with insatiably untamed exuberance through
your poignant veins ?
Do you want to prattle like an insanely macabre ghost;
even though the most ingeniously innovative fantasies
ebulliently fulminated in the dormitories of your
wonderfully precocious brain ?
Do you want to crumble like a disdainfully infidel
matchstick to lick threadbare dust on the floor; even
though astoundingly fantastic muscle bulged from your
legs and splendidly robust arms ?
Do you want to indefatigably inundate the atmosphere
with irascibly impudent abuse; even though the winds
of philanthropic benevolence profoundly encapsulated
the chords of your bountiful throat ?
Do you want to implacably exude into vomits of
dastardly diseased blood every now and again; even
though the chemistry of your visage was tenaciously
programmed to unflinchingly confront even the most
truculently turbulent of storm ?
Do you want to indiscriminately massacre countless
innocent in atrocious rage; even though the most
benign principles of priceless humanity enshrouded you
in blissful timelessness ?
Do you want to ruthlessly maraud every vibrantly
enamoring wave of freshness in your persona; even
though you were marvelously endowed by the Almighty
Lord; to spawn into majestically artistic newness
every unfurling minute of the day ?
Do you want to intransigently rot in obnoxiously
cadaverous perspiration; even though the scent of
insuperably glorious righteousness congenitally wafted
from your holistic soul ?
Do you want to stupidly bark all invincibly priceless
secrets of your life infront of your penalizing enemy;
even though the citadels of irrevocably fascinating
solidarity enveloped you like an immaculately
fascinating prince ?
Do you want to barbarously immolate your very own
mesmerizing kin; even though the paradise of
fructifying sagaciousness profusely kissed you on
every step that you nimbly tread ?
Do you want to look like an uncouthly blood-shot
scarecrow; even though your countenance tirelessly
burgeoned with the ointment of effulgently panoramic
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mother nature ?
Do you want to lackadaisically submerge yourself into
a corpse of diabolically pernicious depression; even
though an ocean of unfathomably ebullient rhapsody
fervently waited for you at your doorstep ?
Do you want to enroll yourself into the depravingly
malicious classrooms of baseless obsolescence and
morbidity; even though endless cloudbursts of
enthralling fantasy tumultuously proliferated in the
sparkling whites of your eye ?
Do you want to metamorphose yourself into a tawdrily
libidinous spirit; even though unsurpassable gardens
of everlasting prosperity magnificently sprouted from
the innermost crannies of your nerves ?
Do you want to get criminally entangled in an unending
labyrinth of invidiously sinister underworld
complications; even though the gloriously embellished
fountain of blissful humanity radiated copiously from
your innocent eyes ?
Do you want to fall beneath the mortuaries of
isolation in the eyes of your revered elders for
profane misdemeanor; even though the bow of respectful
graciousness perennially brandished your non-invasive
soul ?
Do you want to keep ghoulishly staggering on
cold-blooded stone for infinite births that the Lord
granted you life; even though unstoppably blazing
enthusiasm jubilantly circumvented each of your
intricate senses ?
Do you want to savagely constrict your own limitless
freedom; even though the voice of unequivocal
uninhibitedness intrepidly leapt from your
stupendously emollient personality ?
Do you want to fretfully dilapidate behind satanically
gleaming prison bars; even though you had the
impregnable aura to aristocratically discern between
the good and flagrantly morass ?
Do you want to lethally snap the fangs of your very
own existence in your fit of disparagingly
idiosyncratic senselessness; even though an
indomitable civilization of creative energy descended
upon your altruistically unfettered stride ?
Do you want to project yourself as the ultimate fool
on this earth muttering lividly grousing balderdash;
even though the most commemorated symposiums of
perspicacious knowledge; obeisantly knelt forward for
your imperial signature ?
Well; if your answer to the all of the above is yes
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then you should definitely drink a bawdy barrel of it;
but if you really desired to lead life like an
unconquerable king with the ones you immortally loved;
then forever say goodbye to devilishly decrepit
ALCOHOL…
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FAILURE
Don’t ever let it obnoxiously deter you; irrefutably
transcend its cowardliness; with the voice of
eternally glorious truth; instead,
Don’t ever let it pathetically maim you; insuperably
conquer its idiosyncrasies; with unflinchingly
intrepid determination; instead,
Don’t ever let it treacherously pulverize you; blow
its infidelity away like an inconspicuously frigid
matchstick; with the power of Omnipotent benevolence;
instead,
Don’t ever let it ruthlessly suck you; irretrievably
char its unmanliness; with the philanthropic melody of
symbiotic existence; instead,
Don’t ever let it devastatingly tyrannize you;
wholesomely triumph over its blackness; with the light
of blazingly unassailable oneness; instead,
Don’t ever let it mordantly dishearten you;
aristocratically sideline its diabolism; with the
winds of scintillatingly charismatic camaraderie;
instead,
Don’t ever let it hideously slap you; irrevocably
freeze its satanic insinuations; with the Omnipotent
mantra of regally proliferating humankind; instead,
Don’t ever let it maliciously prejudice you;
jubilantly jostle its deterioration; with the spirit
of intriguingly enchanting exuberance; instead,
Don’t ever let it painstakingly dither you;
perennially challenge its heinousness; with the
everlasting sunshine of brilliant optimism; instead,
Don’t ever let it baselessly empower you; implacably
annihilate its goriness; with the lamp of
panoramically vibrant newness; instead,
Don’t ever let it derogatorily corrupt you;
nonchalantly shrug its insipid meaninglessness; with
the boundless sky of sacredly burgeoning patriotism;
instead,
Don’t ever let it invidiously strangulate you;
majestically overwhelm its wailing; with the
melodiously fructifying fruits of amiably marvelous
existence; instead,
Don’t ever let it truculently dictate you; inexorably
dominate its acridness; with the resplendently
enamoring vividness of mother nature; instead,
Don’t ever let it malevolently slander you; inimitably
silence its obsolescence; with the fabric of
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impeccably magical originality; instead,
Don’t ever let it indiscriminately trample you;
eternally overpower its salaciousness; with the
immaculately fragrant ointment of sparkling
uninhibitedness; instead,
Don’t ever let it remorsefully shrink you;
indefatigably restrict its feckless morbidity; with
the wings of unequivocally astronomical freedom;
instead,
Don’t ever let it intransigently lambaste you; spell
bindingly extinguish its retribution; with
unprecedented gorges of tantalizingly smothering
artistry; instead,
Don’t ever let it enter your life; for it was the only
thin line between you and the paradise of immortally
bountiful success; the only gallows which barbarously
snatched breath forever from your body even though you
were synergistically alive; the only cadaverous demon
which robbed you of all your fathomlessly endowed
happiness; the only word which you never wanted to
utter if you wanted to live,
And if you guessed it to be death then let me tell you
that you were horrifically wrong; for it was a death
more gruesome than veritable death; as it was a corpse
of 2 more alphabets than death; infact an unending
graveyard called FAILURE
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LIFE’S THE WAY YOU SEE IT
For some it was a garden of bountifully mesmerizing
roses; while some could only indefatigably witness the
acrimoniously pugnacious thorns,
For some it was a surreally rhapsodic cloud showering
perennial enchantment; while some could only
relentlessly feel penalized by the shades of
gruesomely pulverizing black,
For some it was a forest of panoramically evergreen
vivaciousness; while some could only fretfully rebuke
the enigmatically inexplicable travails and trails,
For some it was an ocean of unsurpassably unassailable
happiness; while some could only unrelentingly blame
the maliciously lambasting maelstrom of pernicious
waves,
For some it was an unflinching fortress of timelessly
blissful solidarity; while some could only implacably
feel the disparagingly deteriorating abrasions with
the inevitably unstoppable unfurling of time,
For some it was a tantalizingly celestial nightingale;
while some could only dogmatically the curse the
inconspicuous pinches of harmlessly holistic
adulteration in the air,
For some it was a meadow of eternally priceless peace;
while some could only incorrigibly experience the
frigid chunks of obnoxiously threadbare dirt,
For some it was a fireball of insuperably untamed
passion; while some could only intractably feel
outlandishly intimidated by the wisps of hideously
black smoke; that disastrously obfuscated their
vision,
For some it was an ebulliently fathomless book of
unendingly euphoric adventure; while some could only
tirelessly feel asphyxiated by the sheer and
inexplicably unfurling volume,
For some it was a bountifully persevering ladder to
eternal success; while some could only intransigently
castigate the unfathomable array of steep stairs,
For some it was an unbelievable rainbow of heavenly
versatility; while some could only ruthlessly feel the
incomprehensibly endless festoon of harsh shades,
For some it was an Omnipotent Sun of invincibly
righteous hope; while some could only acrimoniously
feel the boundlessly austere rays left; right and
spurious center,
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For some it was a iridescently twinkling star of
unprecedented optimism; while some could only
remorsefully feel the infinitesimally uncanny flicker;
inflamingly imperil their sanctimonious existence,
For some it was an immortally patriotic march towards
glorious martyrdom; while some could only grievingly
feel the blood soaked sacrifices in the triumphant
odyssey in between,
For some it was an unshakably sacrosanct mother who
timelessly proliferate God’s Omnipresent chapter of
survival; while some could only preposterously feel
the savage waves of bedlam labour pain; in between,
For some it was the most blessed icing on even the
most diminutive little thing that they had achieved;
while some could only relentlessly shiver to the winds
of rejuvenating coolness,
O! Yes; For some it was an indomitably victorious
inferno of passionately loving heartbeats; while some
could only limitlessly grouse the reverberating sound;
ignominiously admonishing it for bringing cacophony in
their dwindling stride,
Because although the Omniscient Creator had bestowed
it in the most holistically unconquerable of forms
upon every organism symbiotically alike; Life’s the
way you chose it to be; Life’s the way you make of it;
Life’s the way you believe it to be; Life’s the way
you see it….
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WHOLEHEARTEDLY USE DEATH
Wholeheartedly use the knife; but not to ruthlessly
massacre and preposterously kill,
Irrefutably ensure that you blazingly drove the
treacherously salacious devil; fathomless kilometers
away from your sacrosanct motherland; with its
intrepid sharpness instead…
Wholeheartedly use the thorn; but not to
hedonistically puncture innocuously mesmerizing skin;
Irrefutably ensure that you poignantly carved an
unfathomable flurry of mystically embellished designs
in impeccably whites sands; with its explicitly
blistering edge instead…
Wholeheartedly use the bludgeon; but not to lambaste
immaculately intriguing scalps into infinitesimally
pulverized ash,
Irrefutably ensure that you unflinching defended all
those torturously divested; from the diabolical
footsteps of the indiscriminately advancing devil;
with its formidable strength instead…
Wholeheartedly use the abuse; but not to lecherously
reproach the sacredly widowed mother,
Irrefutably ensure that you taught an ultimate lesson
to the sanctimoniously sodomized politicians son; who
kept even the most pricelessly divine entity alive at
the tip of his cadaverous shoe; with its resonating
whiplash instead …
Wholeheartedly use the scarecrow; but not to
baselessly petrify the innocently wandering and
blessedly blossoming child,
Irrefutably ensure that you insuperably sequestered
fathomless fields of quintessential corn; from
truculently infiltrating beats; with its amorphous
uncanniness instead….
Wholeheartedly use the curse; but not to baselessly
jinx the enchantingly newborn and vivaciously bustling
with the first cry of vibrant life,
Irrefutably ensure that you perpetually froze
derogatorily frigid corruption; in its very
nonchalantly ghastly roots; with its acerbic
sultriness instead….
Wholeheartedly use the venom; but not to hideously
asphyxiate the staggering beggar’s already dwindling
breath,
Irrefutably ensure that you decimated even the most
evanescent trace of evil from the fabric of the
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painstakingly degrading and deteriorating society;
with its inevitable aftermath instead….
Wholeheartedly use the storm; but not to perniciously
drown compassionately embracing friends to the
invidiously grassless rock bottom and the mouth of the
emaciated whale,
Irrefutably ensure that you unassailably overwhelmed
even the most diminutive speck of abominable
prejudice; with its rejuvenating waves instead….
Wholeheartedly use shit; but not to meaninglessly
deluge the meadows of uninhibitedly righteous scent
with an unsurpassable squall of preposterously
ungainly stench,
Irrefutably ensure that you indefatigably painted the
irately bloodsoaked castles of brutally incarcerating
anarchists; with its indescribably lascivious
ostracism instead….
Wholeheartedly use the acid; but not to heinously
victimize and char holistic entities into capricious
chunks of bizarrely threadbare absolution,
Irrefutably ensure that you extinguished the murderous
existence of all those mordantly infidel molesters;
with its implacably fuming fire instead….
Wholeheartedly use the vultures; but not to
ludicrously pluck at the skin of organisms;
unequivocally marching as the harbingers of timelessly
benevolent humanity,
Irrefutably ensure that you entirely snapped the fangs
of manipulatively parasitic ghosts; with their
unstoppably hunting beaks instead….
Wholeheartedly use betrayal; but not to devilishly
separate two perennially coalescing and divinely
bonding lovers,
Irrefutably ensure that you created unbreakable rifts
between the horrific monsters of ghoulishly
imprisoning hell; with its delinquently dolorous
remorse instead….
And wholeheartedly use death; but not to criminally
strangulate truthfully burgeoning and exhilaratingly
united mankind,
Irrefutably ensure that you beautifully relieved all
those inexplicably rotting in mortuaries of incurably
maiming disease; with its limitless silence instead….
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LIFE- A NON-NEGOTIABLE COMPROMISE
Whether you face it with exuberantly unconquerable
gusto; or whether you unrelentingly keep fretting for
its tyrannical share of inevitable ruthlessness,
Whether you face it with endlessly triumphant
euphoria; or whether you disdainfully blame even the
most nimbly silken step that you tread,
Whether you face it with bountifully unprecedented
charisma; or whether you wither away like a
derogatorily insipid leaf in front of its sporadically
uncouth vagaries,
Whether you face it with ebulliently relentless
enchantment; or whether you keep fretting
uncontrollably like a dilapidated corpse; fed up of
its manipulative lambasting,
Whether you face it with stupendously exhilarating
ecstasy; or whether you keep intransigently abusing it
for impoverishing you so barbarously; while at the
same time feeding your egalitarian counterparts in
plates of pure gold,
Whether you face it with ardently irrevocable
tenacity; or whether you whether you implacably
slander it for rendering you as insipidly capricious
as a forlornly withering leaf; for ostensibly no fault
of yours,
Whether you face it with ingratiatingly timeless
fascination; or whether you keep cursing it with
ominously pugnacious fanaticism; for the baseless
bickering it gave you on your hindside; ever since you
were an innocuous child,
Whether you face it with unflinchingly intrepid
exultation; or whether you indefatigably shoot at it
for not catapulting you to the epitome of vibrant
prosperity; for even the most heroically paradigm of
your deeds,
Whether you face it with unfathomably impregnable
solidarity; or whether you viciously stab at it with
even the most infinitesimal element of your
countenance; for snatching the only roof from above
your desolate head,
Whether you face it with uninhibitedly divinely
contentment; or whether you impudently spit on it for
inexplicably crippling you with insidious disease,
Whether you face it with astronomically aristocratic
courage; or whether you cannibalistically ostracize it
for its vicissitude of precariously uncanny
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discrepancies,
Whether you face it with unsurpassable unassailable
determination; or whether you perennially hid your
nonchalantly trembling skin; from its flamingly
prowling eyes,
Whether you face it with blissfully cavorting
happiness; or whether you weep a billion tears a
minute; for it horrifically divesting you of your
pristinely near and dear,
Whether you face it with celestially fructifying
enthusiasm; or whether you assassinate it using every
trace of your priceless blood; for not listening to
the inner most tunes of your passionately mesmerizing
heart,
Whether you face it with royally silken graciousness;
or whether you uselessly expend every unfurling minute
of your day; thunderously castigating its winds of
gratuitously indiscriminate inequality,
Whether you face it with everlastingly iridescent
eclecticism; or whether you deliberately sink you
pathetic form infinite feet beneath your grave; just
to escape its unending labyrinth of harsh realities,
Whether you face it with unstoppably patriotic breath;
or whether you tirelessly attempt to entirely snap its
ungainly wings; for not supporting you to transcend to
the ultimate heavenly paradise,
Whether you face it with immortally insuperable love;
or whether you wanted it to diminish away like a
gutter of frigidly futile worm; for parasitically
sucking every iota of your amiable camaraderie and
happiness,
For if you are not the Omnipotently Almighty Lord;
life was; is and will always remain to be a tornado of
inexplicable vacillations; a Sun which at times rises
and at times coldbloodedly sets; a flower which at
times blossoms into optimistic fragrance and at times
invidiously crumbles away; an ocean which at times
swirls towards the majestic sky and at times is
nothing but a bed of lackadaisically decrepit stones,
So its better if you faced it smilingly and without
the slightest of cacophonic regret; because for every
organism breathing and blessedly alive and not the
Lord Divine; life has been and will always continue to
be a nonnegotiable compromise….
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IRREVOCABLY CONVENTIONAL SOCIETY
When the extraordinarily rich and bombastic slept in
the afternoon; they called it relaxation of the most
unprecedentedly blissful degree,
While when the same was done by a diminutively
estranged beggar; the so called conventionally correct
society; termed it as dastardly unemployment…
When the unimaginably rich and pretentious guzzled
poignantly scarlet wine; they called it majestically
untamed and compassionate aristocracy,
While when the same was done by a remorsefully
collapsing beggar; the so called austerely
conventional society; termed it as deliriously
devastating drunkenness…
When the unfathomably rich and handsome shot innocent
deer in the forest; they called it insatiably
exhilarating and intrepid adventure,
While when the same was done by a pathetically
bedraggled beggar; the so called stringently
conventional society; termed it as cannibalistically
unforgivable crime….
When the limitlessly rich and luxurious hurled a
volley of indiscriminate invectives in blissfully open
space; they called it the definition of unparalleled
superiority,
While when the same was done by an infinitesimally
slavering beggar; the so called devoutly conventional
society; termed it as a gutter of unceremoniously
uncivilized trash…
When the unsurpassably rich and glittering put an
impression of their thumb on spotlessly barren paper;
they called it legacy at its unbelievably supreme
best,
While when the same was done by the preposterously
teetering beggar; the so called dogmatically
conventional society; termed it as the worthlessly
salacious pigstalk of treacherous illiteracy….
When the endlessly rich and powerful titillated
themselves with tawdrily nubile vixen; they called it
a mountain of insuperably gargantuan desire,
While when the same was done by the diminutively
perspiring beggar; the so called legitimately
conventional society; termed it as rapaciously ribald
rape and debauchery of the highest decree…
When the inexorably rich and dictatorial produced a
battalion of children of their own; they called it the
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law of astoundingly unstoppable proliferation at its
ageless best,
While when the same was done by the miserably
tearstained and hapless beggar; the so called
staunchly conventional society; termed it as the jinx
of devilishly merciless population explosion…
When the staggeringly rich and superfluous flirted as
if mischievous young children; they called it the most
celestially blessed culmination of the immaculately
unassailable divine,
While when the same was done by the jaggedly
disheveled beggar; the so called perspicaciously
conventional society; termed it as insanely
unsolicited balderdash…
And when the boundlessly rich and princely inhaled
quintessentially emollient air every unfurling
instant; they called it the ultimate mantra of
symbiotically philanthropic existence,
While when the same was done by the obliviously
decaying beggar; the so called irrevocably
conventional society; termed it as a parasitically
intolerable and cold-bloodedly murderous burden on the
trajectory of immortal mother earth…
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FAVORITE WORKSHOP
An idle palm; is the diabolically estranged and
truculently cold-blooded murderer’s; favorite
workshop,
An idle lip; is the treacherously decrepit and
horrendously inexplicable sorrow’s; favorite workshop,
An idle foot; is the preposterously lazing and
salaciously sucking parasite’s; favorite workshop,
An idle eye; is the wholesomely obfuscating and
invidiously terrorizing night’s; favorite workshop,
An idle vein; is the dreadfully dangerous and
cadaverously criminal cancer’s; favorite workshop,
An idle hair; is the malevolently prejudiced and
lecherously tawdry dandruff’s; favorite workshop,
An idle mouth; is the disgustingly pompous and
bizarrely delirious emptiness’s; favorite workshop,
An idle ear; is the drearily penurious and
sardonically stagnant absolution’s ; favorite
workshop,
An idle tongue; is the obnoxiously inane and
iconoclastically ignominious abuse’s; favorite
workshop,
An idle bone; is the brutally perfidious and
uxoriously libidinous misanthrope’s; favorite
workshop,
An idle wound; is the nonchalantly pernicious and
bawdily infinitesimal worm’s; favorite workshop,
An idle tooth; is the threadbarely demonic and
distraughtly dilapidated cavities’; favorite workshop,
An idle flesh; is the impotently lackadaisical and
menacingly incarcerating infertility’s; favorite
workshop,
An idle spine; is the devilishly ostracizing and
venomously debilitating boredom’s; favorite workshop,
An idle stomach; is the satanically strangulating and
atrociously suppressing constipation’s; favorite
workshop,
An idle shadow; is the insanely blood-curling and
whimsically sporadic torture’s; favorite workshop,
An idle conscience; is the barbarously egregious and
gorily excoriating lies’; favorite workshop,
An idle nostril; is the precariously pulverizing and
perpetually silencing death’s; favorite workshop,
An idle heart; is the frigidly sabbatical and
ominously shriveling traitor’s; favorite workshop,
And an idle mind; is the rapaciously maniacal and
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SPECTACULARLY MAJESTIC LIFE
As long as there was a relentless urge to drink the
most enthrallingly ecstatic elixir’s of this
fathomless planet; marvelously satiate the
infuriatingly irascible sensations in the miserably
parched throat,
As long as there was an ardent urge to intrepidly
adventure through the mystically redolent fields of
enchanting life; be mesmerized by the ebulliently
passing winds to the most unprecedented limits,
As long as there was an unflinching urge to zip
through fathomless bits of crystal blue space; feel
tirelessly mollified by the sensations of enthralling
newness timelessly wandering in the celestial
atmosphere,
As long as there was an insatiable urge to get
voraciously tickled in the ribs; by bountifully
tantalizing seductresses; triggering a whirlpool of
unsurpassable desire all throughout the fabric of the
everlasting night,
There was a desire to exhilaratingly breathe; there
was a desire to exist till times beyond infinite
infinity; O! Yes there was spectacularly majestic
life…
1…
As long as there was an unprecedented urge to sight
the limitlessly panoramic beauty of this perennially
bestowing planet; replenish even the most
infinitesimal of your beleaguered senses with its
unbelievably stupendous splendor,
As long as there was an unparalleled urge to
benevolently share; royally assimilate all goodness on
this timelessly Samaritan planet,
As long as there was an irrevocable urge to tirelessly
procreate; magnificently proliferate god’s most
sacrosanct chapter of creation and effulgent newness;
till the very last veritable breath that you exhaled,
As long as there was an incorrigible urge to
artistically evolve; intermingle even the most
inconspicuous speck of your countenance; with the
winds of magically bestowing poetry,
There was a desire to fantastically breathe; there was
a desire to exist in astounding synergy with the belly
of nature divine; O! Yes there was perpetually
insuperable life…
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2…
As long as there was an intransigent urge to
mischievously cavort through rain soaked mud; soar
surreally through the mellifluously robust cocoon of
silken clouds,
As long as there was an immutable urge to drown into
the aisles of endless sensuality; let the boundless
oceans of connubial bliss wholesomely transcend over
your every priceless minute,
As long as there was an irretrievable urge to diffuse
convivial laughter; philanthropically ameliorate
sadistically whiplashed living kind; towards an
optimistically brilliant tomorrow,
As long as there was an infallible urge to handsomely
replenish the wildly reverberating pangs of hunger in
your stomach; with the miraculously healing fruits of
robust nature,
There was a desire to charismatically breathe; there
was a desire to exist perennially bonded with your
eternal beloved; O! Yes there was unconquerably
emollient life…
3…
As long as there was an inexorable urge to unveil your
eyes to the rainbows of vivaciously burgeoning
righteousness; forever quell diabolically insidious
crime with the waves of ubiquitous peace and
synergistic humanity,
As long as there was an irrefutable urge to clasp hand
in hand and walk fearlessly forward; stand peerlessly
tall to defend the cause of blazingly patriotic truth,
As long as there was an unending urge to embellish the
body like a newly-wedded bride; live and let live like
an unshakable prince; even though were about to abjure
from every kingly pleasure of survival,
As long as there was an intractable urge to earn your
very own livelihood; royally fend for your own body
and bone; without being a salaciously decrepit
parasite on lame orphanages and kin,
There was a desire to unchallangably breathe; there
was a desire to exist forever huddled as a child in
the impregnable lap of your heavenly mother; O! Yes
there was pristinely magical life…
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FIRST
Even the most insuperably Omnipotent of Sun had to
intransigently burn itself first; before imparting
boundless galleries of optimistically mitigating and
enchanting daylight,
Even the most unbelievably voluptuous waves had to
clash against the cold-blooded rocks first; before
diffusing into an exhilarating odyssey of timelessly
poignant froth,
Even the most iridescently emollient stars had to
float in obscurely disdainful clouds and blackness
first; before entrancing the entire Universe with an
endless stream of spell bindingly cavorting twinkle,
Even the most indomitably towering mountains had to
face the indiscriminate whiplash of gratuitously
inexorable storm; rain and traitors first; before
compassionately sequestering countless helpless in
their invincible belly,
Even the most harmoniously synergistic of bees had to
get unsparingly mobbed in their hives first; before
exuding into the most bountifully fructifying of
majestically golden honey,
Even the most prolifically talented writers had to cry
a billion tears of eccentric frustration first; before
evolving a whole new civilization of astoundingly
blessed freshness; through each of their effusively
ebullient words,
Even the most mystically serene forests had to bear
the brutally agonizing roar of the untamed lion first;
before wonderfully metamorphosing into a paradise of
celestially impregnable sleep,
Even the most impeccably sacrosanct milk had to
obnoxiously molest and pulverize itself first; before
transforming into cisterns of unsurpassably heavenly
and incredulously frolicking curd,
Even the most opulently diamond studded candle had to
ludicrously melt itself first; before culminating into
a beam of priceless hope; in the forlornly cadaverous
and starless night,
Even the most unequivocally scintillating of mirror
had to shatter itself into an infinite fragments of
nothingness first; before it could reflect the most
unbiasedly truthful and unconquerable image of eternal
righteousness,
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Even the most holistically ever-pervading goddess had
to peerlessly cross the austerely blazing fires first;
before proving to her husband that she was an
unparalleled apostle of unshakable faithfulness and
humanity,
Even the most beautifully burgeoning soil had to
disastrously puncture itself with seeds first; before
miraculously sprouting into the royally untainted
fruits of unflinchingly mesmerizing humanity,
Even the most melodiously resting mind had to
uncontrollably fantasize first; before incredulously
mollifying each of its restlessly howling dormitories
with inevitably gratifying siesta,
Even the most compassionately inhaling sheep had to
mercilessly shave their skins first; before
ubiquitously imparting entities of every fraternity;
with unconquerably convivial warmth,
Even the most stupendously fragrant roses had to face
the onslaught of a limitless vituperative insects on
their petals first; before perpetuating an
unprecedented gorge of egalitarian scent; in the
hearts of one and all organism; sacredly alike,
Even the most articulately ingratiating magician had
to drown himself into a spell of tirelessly flawless
concentration first; before spawning a hall of
brilliantly unfettered magic,
Even the most irrefutably spotless conscience had to
transcend over a trillion treacherously derogatory
lies first ; before timelessly proliferating into an
unceasing cosmos of Omnipresently bestowing justice,
Even the most pricelessly inimitable of inventions had
to lick lugubriously meaningless dirt and shit first;
before handsomely enlightening the entire planet with
light of regally dazzling newness,
And even the most immortal of love and life had to
embrace a fathomless deaths in the coffins of
indiscriminately excoriating hell first; before
blossoming into an insuperably ever-pervading
atmosphere of prosperity; divinity and endlessly
symbiotic paradise…
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THE TRUEST KING
Just philandering through the unfathomably embellished
interiors of the palace; doesn’t make you even one
iota of a prince at all,
He who might be breathing in an infinitesimally dingy
hole; but yet obeying the principles of timelessly
unequivocal and synergistic simplicity; epitomizes
gloriously unparalleled kinghood; is indeed the truest
king…
Just adorning your fingers with the costliest of rings
and glittering diamonds of the earth; doesn’t make you
even one speck of a prince at all,
He who might be walking barefoot without even a roof
to sequester his scalp; but yet beautifully bonding
with every fraternity of living kind handsomely alike;
epitomizes brilliantly insuperable kinghood; is indeed
the truest king…
Just unrelentingly rolling through mountains of
unsurpassable gold while nonchalant snores emanated
from your mouth; doesn’t make you even one whisker of
a prince at all,
He who might be wandering without a cloth on his
uncontrollably shivering body; but yet kissing the
sacrosanct soil which had pricelessly evolved him;
epitomizes unshakably royal kinghood; is indeed the
truest king..
Just endlessly partying in under waterfalls of the
most opulent of wine; cavorting with the most
emolliently tantalizing fairies on this earth; doesn’t
make you even one shadow of a prince at all,
He who might be without a mercurial morsel of food in
his stomach; but yet altruistically offering every
droplet of his blood to mitigate hedonistically
tyrannized humanity; epitomizes unassailably peerless
kinghood; is indeed the truest king…
Just uncontrollably massacring everything that came
into your hands; at your own whimsically eccentric
will; doesn’t make you one impression of a prince at
all,
He who might be profusely drenched in nothing but
ordinarily colorless sweat all day and night; but yet
holistically frolicking with and indefatigably
admiring the panoramic treasures of Nature divine;
epitomizes impregnably unflinching kinghood; is indeed
the truest king…
Just fostering a cornucopia of the most sagaciously
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rarest literature in the world; unceasingly smoking
the highest quality cigar in your library while
countless slaved for you outside; doesn’t make you one
grain of a prince at all,
He who might be sporadically hurled in by the
unsparingly violent sea tides; but yet harnessing each
alphabet of his writing with the fragrance of
unconquerably blissful truth; epitomizes triumphantly
eternal kinghood; is indeed the truest king…
Just making the entire planet dance at the tips of
your snobbishly sullen fingers; using disastrously
nuclear and atomic power to its vindictive best;
doesn’t make you one breath of a prince at all,
He who might be inevitably nearing his dreaded corpse;
but yet fervently working towards uniting the
acrimoniously estranged planet into the religion of
unbreakable humanity; epitomizes celestially effulgent
kinghood; is indeed the truest king…
Just adorning your spurious skin with the earth’s
greatest perfumes; toasting to your feckless success
while countless licked the squalidness of your
anarchist shoe; doesn’t make you one ingredient of a
prince at all,
He who might be hoisting unimaginable tonnes of
garbage on his head for indispensable survival; but
yet compassionately parenting every infant dreadfully
orphaned on this globe; epitomizes wonderfully
ebullient kinghood; is indeed the truest king…
Just inhaling the most sensuously untainted flowers in
your palatial gardens for a second; and then making
them the mincemeat of your toweringly decrepit feet;
doesn’t make you one wink of a prince at all,
He who might be unstoppably bleeding under the attack
of sadistically cannibalistic parasites; but yet
ardently leaning forward to protect the divinely
redolence of his selfless mother till his very last
breath; epitomizes indomitably perpetual kinghood; is
indeed the truest king…
And just floating in the aisles of silken luxury for
times immemorial; liberating the hideously entrapped
sensuality in your body to the most unprecedented
limits; doesn’t make you one cranny of a prince at
all,
He who might be truculently shattered to an infinite
pieces by the disparagingly conventional society; but
yet solely following the innermost tunes of his heart
and ubiquitously disseminating the spirit of immortal
love in every organism alike; epitomizes fathomlessly
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perennial kinghood; is indeed the truest king…
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TIME
The more you tried to stringently control it; the more
it rampantly slipped away from your invincible grasp,
The more you tried to irrevocably stop it; the more it
uncontrollably sped past the corridors of unceasingly
unfathomable infinite infinity,
The more you tried to chauvinistically govern it; the
more it inevitably took an insuperable grip upon even
the most inconspicuous element of your destiny,
The more you tried to irretrievably compress it; the
more it rebounded back towards the aisles of boundless
eternity; forever and ever and ever,
The more you tried to truculently asphyxiate it; the
more it uninhibitedly gallivanted like a majestic
lion; for whom sky was the only veritable limit,
The more you tried to transcend beyond it; the more it
left you a billion kilometers lagging behind; the
instant you dared alight your nimble foot,
The more you tried to invidiously poison it; the more
it sprouted afresh in a countless rejuvenatingly new
forms; from a countless directions which you could
never ever perceive,
The more you tried to chauvinistically incarcerate it;
the more it unequivocally flew in the skies of
unparalleled freedom; for centuries and moments
immemorial,
The more you tried to torturously tie it; the more
euphorically it leapt towards the paradise of
Omnipotently silken freedom; magnificently attuning
all humanity to the pragmatic essence of blissful
existence,
The more you tried to bury it fathomless feet in the
graveyards of hell; the more it profoundly perpetuated
its insuperable grip upon every echelon of blessed
living kind,
The more you tried to hedonistically distort it; the
more it evolved into its unbelievably redolent grace;
with the heavens of unassailable truth written all
over it,
The more you tried to abhorrently erase it; the more
it unflinchingly burgeoned; into a fountain of
invincibly redolent sagaciousness,
The more you tried to uncouthly repel it; the more it
intractably embedded itself to every quintessentially
happening aspect of your vibrant life,
The more you tried to make it derogatorily sedentary;
the more it tirelessly ticked; not resting even an
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ethereal instant even after every organism on this
earth had wholesomely extinguished,
The more you tried to satanically bribe it; the more
it unstoppably blazed into an unprecedented gorge of
patriotic truth and triumphant selflessness,
The more you tried to salaciously recycle it; the more
it iridescently blossomed into unending newness; for
moments beyond an infinite more births yet to unveil,
The more you tried to dastardly retract it; the more
it jubilantly galloped towards the chapters of
victoriously enchanting proliferation; eternally
continuing God’s enthrallingly wonderful creation,
The more you tried to cold-bloodedly murder it; the
more it spawned into bounteously everlasting
prosperity; enlightening every organism alive with the
magic of spell binding optimism,
The more you tried to lethally silence it; the more it
boisterously permeated the true spirit of endlessly
God-gifted existence; to continents fathomlessly
diversified; far and wide,
O! Yes and try as hard as you could; you simply
wouldn’t be able control it; you simply wouldn’t able
to stop it till the time you breathe and even after;
for that’s how it has forever been; that’s how it is
and by the grace of God shall forever be; O! Yes
believe it or not; but that for you is royally
unconquerable TIME…
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HOW THE HELL CAN YOU EVER DARE ???
Can you ever dare to call enchantingly mesmerizing
fantasy; as dastardly unemployed; even in the most
inanely bizarre of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call timelessly burgeoning
innovation; as ghastily unemployed; even in the most
treacherously delinquent of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call unsurpassably untamed
sensuality; as murderously unemployed; even in the
most sadistically remorseful of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call ubiquitously compassionate
brotherhood; as salaciously unemployed; even in the
most tyrannically incarcerating of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call blissfully symbiotic
environment; as abjectly unemployed; even in the most
hedonistically cadaverous of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the rhapsodically eternal
seawave; as derogatorily unemployed; even in the most
nefariously perverted of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the impeccably unconquerable
lap of the divine mother; as satanically unemployed;
even in the most torridly truculent of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent clouds in the
sky; as maliciously unemployed; even in the most
acrimoniously venomous of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the redolently Omnipresent
rose; as lethally unemployed; even in the most
cold-bloodedly bludgeoning of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the magically fructifying
dewdrops; as preposterously unemployed; even in the
most demonically unceremonious dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the resplendently shimmering
stars; as debasingly unemployed; even in the most
deliriously lugubrious of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the mystically rubicund
cheeks; as brutally unemployed; even in the most
sardonically castigated of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the pristinely newborn
child; as perfidiously unemployed; even in the most
brazenly idiosyncratic of dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the vivaciously exuberant
peacock; as ignominiously unemployed; even in the most
invidiously sinister of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the aisles of everlasting
paradise; as vituperatively unemployed; even in the
most egregiously embittered of your dreams ?
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Can you ever dare to call the seductively crimson
crested nightingale; as horrendously unemployed; even
in the most cannibalistically prurient of your dreams
?
Can you ever dare to call priceless streams of
quintessentially perennial water; as horrifically
unemployed; even in the most nonchalantly slavering of
your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the impregnably cardinal
blacks of the eye; as lackadaisically unemployed; even
in the most insidiously squandering of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the invincibly sequestering
mountains; as unabashedly unemployed; even in the most
perilously withering of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the Omnipotent seeds sown in
emollient soil; as baselessly unemployed; even in the
most profanely deteriorating of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the unceasingly enlightening
rays of the Sun; as pugnaciously unemployed; even in
the most capriciously flagrant of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the perpetual caverns of
life-bestowing breath; as dangerously unemployed; even
in the most ominously disoriented of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call royally peerless artistry;
as fecklessly unemployed; even in the most haughtily
sanctimonious of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the religion of unassailable
humanity; as regretfully unemployed; even in the most
obsoletely livid of your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the crops spawning
miraculously from mother soil; as diabolically
unemployed; even in the most corruptly sodomized of
your dreams ?
Can you ever dare to call the heaven of immortally
insuperable love; as parsimoniously unemployed; even
in the most unscrupulously wastrel of your dreams ?
Therefore how the hell can you ever dare to call a
poet whose every ingredient of crimson blood is
composed of nothing else but all of the above, and an
infinite more astoundingly benevolent sensitivity; as
threadbarely unemployed; even in the most hatefully
stagnating of your dreams ?
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THE ULTIMATE LOVE
My eyes were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this gargantuan planet could read them; could
explicitly decipher the emotions in their impeccable
whites,
But the ultimate impression on their moistened
periphery; was the immortal image of your Omnipotently
blessed life…
My lips were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this fathomless planet could read them; could
fecklessly frolic and insurmountably tantalize them,
But the ultimate kiss on their rubicund contours; was
the unconquerably truthful imprint of your
altruistically peerless life…
My palms were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this gigantic planet could read them; could joyously
trace the sensuous folds of succulent skin curled
delectably within,
But the ultimate destiny on their humble trajectory;
was every perennially fructifying moment of your
philanthropically symbiotic life…
My shoulders were a wholeheartedly open book; anyone
on this limitless planet could read them; could
uninhibitedly perch upon them to give holistic
reprieve to their pathetically exhausted legs,
But the ultimate strength on their obeisant bones; was
the unequivocally blazing tenacity of your righteously
emollient life….
My perspiration was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone
on this tireless planet could read it; could joyously
splash it towards the regale curtains of emerald sky,
But the ultimate fragrance in its gregarious sparkle;
was the benevolently persevering energy of your
inexhaustibly proliferating life…
My face was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
insuperable planet could read it; could embellish it
with the jewels and paraphernalia of their choice,
But the ultimate smile on its innocuously unfettered
exteriors; was the victoriously effulgent stride of
your timelessly endowing life…
My skin was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on this
endless planet could read it; could salaciously make
it a nimble prey of their rapaciously uncontrollable
desire,
But the ultimate sensation on its diminutively
wrinkled persona; was the indomitably untamed
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enchantment of your spell bindingly artistic and
surreally titillating life…
My shadow was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this ever-pervading planet could read it; could feast
in its gloriously mollifying tranquility to shield the
blistering rays of the unsparing afternoon Sun,
But the ultimate euphoria on its inscrutably elongated
silhouette; were the infinite shades of tirelessly
benign freshness of your marvelously aristocratic
life…
My conscience and breath were a wholeheartedly open
book; anyone on this unstoppable planet could read
them; could bask in the glory of their divinely
unadulterated exhilaration for an infinite more
lifetimes,
But the ultimate signature on their quintessential
fabric; was the symbiotically humanitarian bonding of
your pristinely unassailable life…
And my heart was a wholeheartedly open book; anyone on
this countless planet could read it; could
surreptitiously pilfer its passion to delightfully
ignite their every salaciously impoverished night,
But the ultimate love on each of its unnervingly
ardent beats; was the impregnably Godly breath of your
panoramically perpetual life….
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MUSIC: THE FOOD FOR LIFE
Music is an enchanting reverie which never ends;
inundating your dying soul with perpetual happiness,
Music is a mesmerizing bird which keeps soaring
endlessly through the mystical clouds; nostalgically
transiting you back into realms of impeccable
childhood,
Music is a resplendent star in the cosmos; which
incessantly keeps rejuvenating withering lives from
the brink of despairing extinction,
Music is a tantalizing whisper which astoundingly
proliferates in the mind as each second unveiled;
truly escalating the spirit of existence,
Music is a poignant panacea for the most inexplicable
of ailment; profoundly blending the rhythm of the
passionate heart with all the goodness prevailing in
the atmosphere,
Music is a wave of euphoric rhapsody; which washes
away all those sins; you may have inadvertently
stumbled upon,
Music is a profusely redolent rose; uninhibitedly
disseminating its scent to whomsoever who wanted to
inhale it,
Music is the invincible ladder to ebullient success;
propelling you to rise from the obnoxious ashes;
everytime you horrendously faltered in your step,
Music is a vivacious rainbow; deluging mundane
survival with compassionate loads of vibrant color and
charm,
Music is a captivating fountain; bestowing each life
it besieged with a festoon of emphatic melody,
Music is the most effusive form of expression;
stirring the most inner most recesses of the
conscience to unbelievably unprecedented limits,
Music is more gorgeous than the voluptuous shadow;
unfurling an unsurpassable tale of tantalizing mystery
in each of its tunes,
Music is the most immaculate sound which a tangible
organism could ever emanate; the most sacrosanct tune;
which perpetually unites one and all; alike,
Music is a seductive trail that leads to the most
marvelously tingling fantasy; a dream which only the
angels in the heavens could coalesce with and
conceive,
Music is a indomitable protagonist; absorbing even the
most infinitesimal trace of acrimonious hostility; in
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the swirl of its tenacious pulse,
Music is a magnificently surreal cloud which
relentlessly rains; blessing the lives of countless
with the essence of its sacred grace,
Music is a velvety feather which not only triggers an
untamed exultation in breathless identities; but
rekindles them to lead a myriad of infinite more
exciting lives,
Music is the religion you believe in; the language in
which your very first ancestor used to merrily
converse,
Music is the solitary ray of dazzling light in the
preposterously morbid tunnel; engendering you to
emerge victorious in the Herculean struggle called
life,
Music is an arrow which hits its target completely
blindfolded; rises as the uncrowned prince; even as
the entire planet headed towards inevitably disdainful
destruction,
Music is an intriguingly innocuous child; that stays
forever young even after undergoing an
incomprehensible battalion of deaths,
Music is the insurmountable spice which foments even
the dead to rise from their graves; dance in
stupendously sultry winds in the throes of moonlit
midnight,
Music is the most wonderful entertainment bereft of a
single penny; and yet amazingly reinvigorating the
entire system with blissful synergies that the body
had always desired,
Music is the sparkle of ones eye; the glow which every
personality radiates in the most divinely contented
stage of life,
Music is the whistling air you breathe; the ecstatic
spurts of energy you expend while trespassing on every
path of life; the celestial flurry of smiles on your
countenance as you are enthralled by the creation of
God,
Music is indeed the reason why you live; the reason
why you will always choose to love; or shall we say
MUSIC IS THE IRREFUTABLE FOOD FOR LIFE….
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THE WORLD OUTSIDE
When I was just born; freshly emanating the first cry
of my life,
The world outside seemed an obsolete haze to my eyes;
which searched frantically amidst all alien; for my
place in this vast globe….
When I grew up a trifle; the bones impregnated in my
persona now molding their way beneath my skin,
The world outside seemed to be as raw as the ethereal
rays of vespered dawn; and my eyes were lost in
profusely absorbing the magnificent beauty of this
enchanting Universe…
When I bounced and frolicked in the lawns of
kindergarten; just learning to converse with my
elders,
The world outside seemed to be stupendously blossoming
to my eyes; and I inadvertently stumbled upon more
than a million things every unfurling minute….
When I catapulted into my teens; the crimson blood
incarcerated in my veins circulating faster than
thunderbolts of white electricity,
The world outside seemed an island of untamed romance
to my eyes; with my heartbeats insatiably longing for
the ultimate love of my life…
When I stepped into the corridors of robust youth; a
fleet of exhilarated muscle now leaving a poignant
impression on my rubicund flesh,
The world outside seemed a manipulative playground to
my eyes; with an insurmountable desire to earn my own
bread now overwhelming everything else prevailing in
the atmosphere….
When I bonded into threads of holy matrimony; taking a
sacrosanct vow in front of the Creator; to walk step
by step with my newly embellished bride,
The world outside seemed a blend of fantasy and
pragmatic reality to my eyes; with each hour at work;
tumultuously reinvigorating my desire to spend
countless hours under compassionately fiery breath
under pearly midnight….
When I procreated new blood of my own; a flurry of
God's most mesmerizing creation nestling innocuously
on my shoulders,
The world outside seemed a fabulous paradise to my
eyes; and even though I was unfathomably penurious;
the innocent voices of my children catapulted me
infinite kilometers beyond blissful heaven….
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When I inevitably had to taste disdainfully crippling
old age; the color of my skin now painstakingly
withering towards thin wisps of remote oblivion,
The world outside seemed an acrimonious thorn to my
eyes; with the very people whom I had fostered in my
times of Herculean strength; now trampling
indiscriminately over my integrity….
And when I was about to take my last breath;
horrifically writhing in unsurpassable agony to bid my
last adieu to this planet,
The world outside seemed like when I was just born to
my eyes; everything so fresh; everything so hazy;
everything so me; and even though I died; I felt that
the chapter of existence had begun once again….
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CAREERS IN LOVE
For careers in computers; a profound understanding of
intricate hardware and software; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in dentistry; a sagaciously comprehensive
insight into the intriguing chemistry of teeth; was an
indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in teaching; an elaborate perception
regarding the subject to be taught; was an
indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in modeling; a stupendously enchanting
countenance with streaks of blistering flamboyance;
were an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in journalism; a discerning eye
comprehending myriad strata's of the society; was an
indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in palmistry; a mystical analysis of the
handsomely enigmatic bifurcations of the palm; was an
indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in commercial business; prudently sound
grasping of the laws of management compounded with
skills of astute manipulation; were an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in gardening; a fabulous conception of the
fraternity of soil and water used; as an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in acting; an undaunting attitude to face
the camera; blended with emotions fulminating from the
innermost soul; were an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in sky gazing; an overwhelmingly abhorrent
dislike for leading life coalesced with incredulously
profuse nonchalance; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in speed racing; an outrageous propensity
for treacherous terrains; alongwith a penchant for
adventurously tingling danger; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in boxing; a battalion of muscle
intrepidly ready to confront the mightiest of
onslaught on this earth; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in advertising; an innovative cognition of
clients and vacillating brand market images; was an
indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in the army; an unflinchingly indomitable
spirit to relinquish breath for the nation every
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moment; was an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in the hotel kitchenette; an insatiable
conception of ingratiatingly delectable cuisine;
thoroughly tickling the unsurpassable no. of taste
buds; was an indispensable prerequisite,
For careers in swimming; an insurmountable passion for
the ravishingly undulating waves coupled with the
tumultuous exhilaration of relishing natures most
precious gift on your skin; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in calligraphy; an inexorable dexterity of
the knotted finger to consistently emboss
grandiloquent alphabets; was an indispensable
prerequisite,
For careers in truth; an irrefutable obeying of the
righteous voices of impeccable conscience; was an
indispensable prerequisite,
But for careers in love; there was simply no
prerequisite required; for all you needed was a heart
that passionately throbbed; a soul that romantically
wandered; a breath that cascaded compassionately like
never before; and believe me you'll make the best
career ever conceivable on this planet; infact the
most cherished CARRER CALLED LOVE…..
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COMPLETE
Even if infinite eyes of mine made a single blind
person see; I would consider my life to be endowed,
Even if infinite ears of mine made a single deaf
person hear; I would consider my life blissfully
divine,
Even if infinite legs of mine made a single maimed
person run; I would consider my life higher than the
sacrosanct skies,
Even if infinite smiles of mine made a single orphan
oblivious to the definition of pain; I would consider
my life richer than all wealth assimilated on this
planet,
Even if infinite voices of mine made a single dumb
person speak; I would consider my life to be as
celestial as the dancing fairies,
Even if infinite muscles of mine made a single
deprived person strong; I would consider my life in
perfect synchronization with the divine master who had
created it,
Even if infinite teeth of mine made a single old
person scrupulously chew his meals; I would consider
my life achieving the ultimate it had been created
for,
Even if infinite hair of mine made a single shivering
person regain his warmth; I would consider my life
more tenacious than any storm,
Even if infinite shadows of mine made a single person
brutally widowed find a home; I would consider my life
as sacred as the lap of my heavenly mother,
Even if infinite salutes of mine made a single person
shamefully slithering on the ground feel like a king;
I would consider my life the most cherished gift
wandering on this Universe,
Even if infinite tears of mine made a single satanic
person accept the chapter of humanity; I would
consider my life a beautiful flower whose essence
never withers,
Even if infinite fantasies of mine made a single mad
person wholesomely blissful; I would consider my life
a paradise on which the angels tread,
Even if infinite tunes of mine made a single lost
person remember his impeccable childhood; I would
consider my life more privileged than countless more
births to unveil,
Even if infinite droplets of my blood made a single
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wounded person bounce back to euphoric life; I would
consider my life to be the most treasured gold on this
fathomless earth,
Even if infinite days of mine made a single slaved
person see brilliantly infallible beams of sunlight; I
would consider my life in splendid harmony with the
marvelous fruits of mother nature,
Even if infinite kisses of mine made a single
lecherous person savor the goodness of care; I would
consider my life bereft of the tiniest of acrimonious
thorn,
Even if infinite hearts of mine made a single
monotonous person love; I would consider myself more
blessed than the saints meditating for years in
obsolete wilderness,
And if infinite breaths of mine made a single dead
person rhapsodically galloping under the sky and fully
alive; I would consider my life more marvelous than
Omnipotent spirit of existence and COMPLETE….
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JUST A BIG ZERO
Try impregnating it between L & VE; and you have the
most enchanting word ever; in this fathomlessly
sprawling universe,
Try adding just a solitary digit to its rotund
persona; and you have a numeral which exuberantly
commences the chapter of mystically enigmatic
numerology,
Try rolling it down the hills with a thoroughly jaded
stick; and I am sure you would catapult back into
memories of nostalgically impeccable childhood,
Try hurling it in free space; and it traversed
magnificently like a majestic eagle; royally flirting
in the air; before landing on the stupendously
voluptuous carpet of verdant grass,
Try embossing it after the last digit of your
parsimonious check; and witness the impoverished
account swell to dynamically kingly proportions,
Try slipping it over your countenance; and it engulfs
you for times immemorial; in its invincibly
fascinating grip,
Try writing it infinite no. of times on a barren page;
and you suddenly have the paper staring back at you;
profusely pepped up with volatile life,
Try shouting it hysterically down the boundlessly deep
gorge; and you inevitably feel a wave of tantalizing
freshness; encapsulate your profoundly frazzled
senses,
Try overwhelmingly concentrating at the face of a new
born child; and you'll find its innocuously
charismatic impression wandering in abundance,
Try compressing it just an inconspicuous trifle; and
you'll get a line as straight as an arrow; ready to
perpetuate infinite kilometers above the gorgeous
clouds,
Try blowing a euphorically melodious whistle which
stirred insurmountable chords of seduction in the
morbid winds around; and you'll see it appear on the
perfectly open contours of your lips,
Try placing it over every 1; and you'll find the
integer simmer in unfathomable ardor; with poignant
empathy radiating till times beyond eternity from its
caricature,
Try molding countless rings of it in rampantly
asymmetrical rows; and you'll soon evolve a delectable
tunnel which; rekindles the passions of your
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diminishing soul,
Try glimpsing it on the time piece of the disastrously
crude bomb; and you'll hardly have time to reminisce
the glorious moments of your life; as the contraption
blasted through walls of senility; propelling
obnoxious smoke to curl up menacingly towards the sky,
Try sketching it on a lackadaisically rustic bored
face; and you'd naturally diffuse into spurts of
uninhibited laughter; as the entity miraculously
metamorphosed into a clown,
Try viewing the gargantuan Universe through it; and
you'll find everything beautifully in focus;
marvelously harmonious and synchronized like never
before,
Try embodying it after every feasibly conceivable
sentence; and believe me this infinitesimal dot; was
enough to put an immortal end to it for decades
unsurpassable,
Try embracing it at any juncture of your life; and
you'll feel the wave of pretentious pompousness
wholesomely disappear from your visage; realize your
diminutive presence in front of the Almighty Lord,
And inspite of all this; if you still ridicule that
the number I was talking about was just a big zero;
then I irrefutably invite you to think again….
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ON MY OWN FEET
Don’t place me in a morbid graveyard; dolorously
inundated with perpetually lifeless souls,
Keep me instead in an island replete with boisterously
bouncing children; effusively releasing themselves
every instant into the full spirit of mesmerizing
existence….
Don’t place me in a hideously diabolical dungeon;
brimming perilously to the soil with treacherously
lifeless cobwebs,
Keep me instead in a fathomless field blossoming with
scented flower; profusely diffusing their heavenly
odor to catapult me into a world of insurmountable
fantasy….
Don’t place me in disdainfully monotonous chains of
pragmatic life; with each unleashing second
punctuating me like a thousand insidious needles all
over my nimble body,
Keep me instead in a torrential cloudburst of exotic
fantasy; voluptuously unfolding its boundless shades
after the Sun had disappeared to give way to the
grandiloquently star studded night….
Don’t place me on the luminous dial of the incessantly
ticking grandfather clock; reminding me every moment
of the time left until my abdication of breath,
Keep me instead in the lap of my mother; which made me
immortally feel that I was only an unscrupulous child
ever since the time this earth was created….
Don’t place me in freezing caves harbored in the heart
of the avalanche; metamorphosing passionately crimson
blood in my veins; into stoically white ice,
Keep me instead for perennial decades in the arms of
my beloved; triggering infernos of untamed desire in
each strand of my skin; as the Sun blazed like a
dynamite in vivaciously blue sky….
Don’t place me in abhorrently obnoxious pages of
medieval literature; crippling my wandering mind with
a mind-boggling labyrinth of innumerable dates,
Keep me instead in fabulously seductive tunnels of
poetry; propelling me to soar like a handsome eagle
through mists of desire; even as I lay on the brink of
absolute extinction…
Don’t place me in a well deluged with greazy oil;
inevitably fomenting me to trip on every step I
alighted,
Keep me instead on a euphorically rhapsodic carpet of
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enchanting grass; on which I rolled till times beyond
creation; dreaming about all the mesmerizing beauty on
this planet…
Don’t place me behind the match box shaped table of
mahogany; clerically signing a thousand letters every
day; till the last day of my survival,
Keep me instead abreast the mystically swimming
sharks; fighting fanatically for each of my breath;
and yet at the same time profoundly savoring; the true
essence of precious life….
And don’t place me like a parasite on the doorstep of
my parents; right since the first cry of my birth to
the final draught of air I exhaled,
Keep me instead O! Almighty Lord on my own feet;
immediately after I galloped past the threshold of
immaculate childhood; illuminating the eyes of my kin
with fireballs of pride; for the son they had so
dearly harnessed with their very own blood….
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THE DAY I DIDN’T BREATHE
The day I didn’t wear clothes; I shivered
uncontrollably in the austere breeze of uncouth
winter,
They day I didn’t eat food; I found myself miserably
slithering towards the corridors of precarious
starvation,
The day I didn’t write poetry; I found my fingers
virtually paralyzed; and the blood in my robust veins
metamorphosed into a morbidly colorless liquid,
The day I didn’t bathe; I felt pools of disdainfully
fetid sweat; stab my impeccable visage more than a
billion treacherous thorns,
The day I didn’t sleep; I felt daggerheads of
insurmountably fatigued exasperation; assassinating
each iota of my blissfully mental peace,
The day I didn’t wink; I felt the romantic youth in me
die an obnoxiously famished death; all mischief in the
atmosphere pathetically desert me like a piece of
dilapidated garbage,
The day I didn’t pray; I felt like a diabolical
monster; drifting further and further away from the
sacrosanct countenance of Omnipotent God,
The day I didn’t lie in the lap of my mother; I felt
as if the world had come to a brusque end; there
wasn’t an iota of humanity prevailing in any quarter
of this colossal Universe,
The day I didn’t swim; I felt as if the insatiable
exuberance in my bones had died a profusely
asphyxiated death,
The day I didn’t discover; I felt as if my
incredulously augmenting fantasy; had ruthlessly
blended with ethereally dwindling horizons,
The day I didn’t dream; I felt that life was a
barbarically monotonous workshop; with each hour of
the day relentlessly restricted to the realms of
parasitic office,
The day I didn’t realize; I felt horrendously pompous
and pretentiously inflated; with my conscience
whipping me to profusely apologize to the mesmerizing
winds outside,
The day I didn’t drink water; I felt the tumultuously
scorching agony in my throat; compelling me to swoon
like withering fish on the ground,
The day I didn’t tease my sister; I felt as if I
sitting astoundingly close to my grave; although I was
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just on the threshold to commence life,
The day I didn’t gaze at the resplendent stars; I felt
as if my world was intransigently confined to the four
bare brick walls of my dwelling,
The day I didn’t respect my elders; I felt that I was
boisterously irascible fly; about to be inevitably
squashed by the sword of righteousness,
The day I didn’t listen to my heart; I felt as if I
had horrifically failed in every attempt of mine;
although I stood towering on the absolute pinnacle of
life,
The day I didn’t wholeheartedly love; I felt there was
no reason to survive; started prematurely on my
journey to the heavens; without the tiniest
insinuation of Almighty Lord,
And the day I didn’t breathe; there was no time for me
to feel or romanticize about hell or heaven; for I lay
like a wholesomely mute corpse; infact to cut the
story short; I was irrefutably dead….
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HUMAN HEART
No complications; not even the slightest trace of
mystery engulfing it,
No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of
salacious lechery embedded in it,
No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling
of racism encompassing it,
No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound
emanating from it,
No flattery; not even the tiniest space of
sanctimonious thought enveloping it,
No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota
of debauchery penetrating it,
No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of
vindictive belligerence embodied in it,
No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation
lingering close to it,
No pompousness; not even the thinnest cloud of
formality entrapped in it,
No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of
rampant massacre encapsulating it,
No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of
worthlessly being something encircling it,
No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of
perilous old age permeating it,
No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations
of betrayal puncturing it,
No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of
glitterati hovering around it,
No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of
deplorable gloom circulating around it,
No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty
design circumventing it,
No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and
retreat entrenching it,
No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones
affecting it,
No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at
nightfall ceasing or having any impact on it,
No price; not even the entire wealth amalgamated
together in this world able to purchase it,
Only love, desire, an overwhelmingly stupendous ardor
to live; an immortal spirit of nostalgia; was how I
would; and am sure all of you would choose to describe
the violently palpitating and volatile HUMAN HEART….
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WITH AN EXISTENCE SUCH AS THIS
Full of ecstatic adventure; overwhelmed with exuberant
happiness,
Full of unfathomable zeal; an insatiable desire to
explore to the most unprecedented limits,
Full of boisterous euphoria; an uncanny sense of
adventure blended profusely with streams of scarlet
blood,
Full of tangy spice; an ocean of passionate sweat
trickling ferociously with the unleashing second,
Full of mystical tunes; inundated with a flurry of
fabulously enchanting scent,
Full of untamed escalating spirits; the desire to love
and philander lingering astronomically in the soul,
Full of inexplicable punch; deluged with doughty
charisma from all possible and conceivable sides,
Full of mesmerizing beauty; replete with vivacious
colors to fathomlessly imagine,
Full of an unsurpassable ability to conquer;
trespassing over a blanket of acrid thorns on naked
foot,
Full of tingling smiles; a tumultuously vibrant shiver
that crept down nimbly through the spine,
Full of insurmountably daunting courage; an
unflinching will to confront the mightiest of
disaster,
Full of rustic simplicity; with the rudiments of
existence replicating primordial life of the jungles,
Full of unrelenting buoyancy; always transgressing a
couple of inches above soil,
Full of irresistible attraction; a relentless urge to
fully explore the most voluptuous tantalizing form,
Full of blazing dynamism; an incorrigible ardor to
march ahead with a perpetual longing to survive,
Full of flamboyant muscle; an incomprehensible urgency
to dash forward at the slightest of provocation,
Full of marvelous memories; reminiscing incessantly
about innocuously mischievous childhood,
Full of cheek and perennially augmenting spice;
rampantly caressing the infinite fruits of gorgeous
nature,
Full of blood-curling suspense; a thunderous virtue to
swirl as high and handsome as the stormy waves,
Full of boundless enthusiasm; a voice that
indefatigably blurted out "NEVER SAY DIE",
And I don’t know what I was or how I might have lived
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in my past life; but bless me O! Almighty Lord with an
existence such as this in my present life…..
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NO SHORTCUTS
The shortcut to reach the towering summit of the
building; was to use the gold embossed escalator,
The shortcut to pass the treacherous waves of the
tumultuously stormy sea; was an electric paced
motorboat,
The shortcut to reach the astronomical peak of the
colossal mountain; was a swanky airplane which flew
faster than the speed of light,
The shortcut to topmost fruit suspended from the
branch of the gigantic tree; was a ladder with
coherently aligned metal rungs,
The shortcut to painstakingly masticating gargantuan
morsels of food; was to consume equivalent amounts of
tiny vitamin capsules,
The shortcut to walking long distances on bare foot;
was the bombastically haughty and silken complexioned
and scarlet sports car,
The shortcut to assiduously taxing the dainty fingers
to pen down fathomless lines of literature; was the
feather tipped and stupendously contemporary computer,
The shortcut to bathing in cold water at the crack of
every dawn; was to inundate your armpits with exotic
scent; fool people as if you had washed your
gruesomely sordid persona umpteenth number of times in
the day,
The shortcut to browsing onerously through the
overwhelmingly bulky book; was to simply read its last
page and drift off to blissful sleep,
The shortcut to surreal fantasy and incredulously
haywire fantasy; was to put abrupt brakes to your wild
imagination,
The shortcut to delivering the marathon speech for
indefatigable hours on the trot; was to tell somebody
to dub it perfectly in your voice,
The shortcut to witnessing vivaciously striped lions
wandering through a labyrinth of paths in the dense
jungles; was to spot and profoundly admire them in
their locked cage,
The shortcut to waiting for rain to pelt down in
harmonious unison from the sky; was to stand under an
incessant stream of artificial bathroom shower water,
The shortcut to sedulously tying buttons and wearing
several garments every fresh morning; was to not
change your previous attire at all,
The shortcut to pertinently sniffing every now and
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again infinite times in a single day; was just one
deafening and volcanic sneeze which nearly brought the
roof down with its poignant ferocity,
The shortcut to speaking a hundred lies; is uttering
an irrefutably solitary yet formidably invincible
truth,
The shortcut to glancing at the watch every unleashing
second of the day; is to gaze languidly forward to
relish the color of natural light,
The shortcut to crawling miserably on obdurate ground
in an unfathomably enduring endeavor to reach the
finishing line; is to wear a pair of ice skates;
travel faster than the speed of light,
The shortcut to prolifically earning quick money; was
to marry a rich mans daughter; and worship him more
than the almighty lord all your palpable life,
The shortcut to speaking relentlessly all day; was to
phlegmatically maneuver your snobbish fingers in thin
wisps of gentle air,
But as a matter of fact there simply was no shortcut
to life; as one had to lead it every second; every
minute; every hour; every day; till the time he was
bestowed upon with the divinely prowess of inhaling
breath; till the time the Omniscient Creator gave the
order to live and love….
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WHY HAS TRUTH DISAPPEARED O! LORD
More invincible than the colossal mountains; virtually impregnable from
all
sides,
More unfathomable than the blue skies; prevalent in billions of
entities
transgressing upon the trajectory of this planet,
More mesmerizing than the voice of the nightingale; illuminating a path
of
dazzling optimism in an atmosphere encroached viciously with ominous
light,
More transparent than the rays of the heavenly Sun; stringently
annihilating
the most minuscule trace of evil forever from this Universe,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its
immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies ???
More poignant than the crimson streams of blood in body; irrefutably
silencing the web of salacious lies with the power of its divinely
voice,
More cherished than any ornament in the world; not procurable for even
the
entire wealth assimilated on the planet,
More unsurpassable than the golden horizons; tenaciously standing tall
engulfed with a blanket of its own convictions,
More grandiloquent than any sight decipherable by the eye; escalating
incessantly in a majestic aura that encompassed the divine,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its
immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies ???
More piquant than the profusely salty ocean; fumigating the most
inconspicuous trace of devilish energy; with the celestial antiseptic
in its
persona,
More persevering than the infinite tons of sweat shed under sweltering
winds
of the day; laboring all the way to repay Almighty Creator in the best
possible way,
More natural than the wail of a freshly born organism; worshipped by
even
the most Omnipotent for its ubiquitously sacrosanct grace,
More passionate than the handsomely amber flames; incarcerating
boundless in
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the swirl of its innocuous sincerity,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its
immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies ???
More straighter than the arrow; embedding the virtue of righteousness
even
countless feet beneath soil,
More revered than the footsteps of the amicable mother; holding the
most
supreme spot in each heart palpitating under the firmament of sky,
More enchanting than the best of ingratiating perfume; instilling its
perpetually benevolent fragrance in whosoever who even nimbly desired
it,
More ancient than even the earth on which we're living on was created;
infact the only treasure with which any palpable entity was born,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why has its
immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately than the flies ???
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THE GIRL WHOM I CALLED MY BELOVED
The blood which flowed incessantly through my body;
was that of my revered mother,
While the entity who propelled it to circulate more
passionately than flamboyant sunshine; was the girl
whom I called my beloved…
The color that profusely engulfed my rubicund lips;
was that of my loving mother,
While the entity who triggered it to blossom into a
festoon of gregarious smiles; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…
The bones impregnated bountifully in my supple body;
were that of my sacrosanct mother,
While the entity who engendered them to audaciously
confront the most acrimonious expeditions of life; was
the girl whom I called my beloved….
The brain encapsulated blissfully beneath my skull;
was that of my divinely mother,
While the entity who punctuated it to perceive beyond
the most unfathomable limits; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…
The contours of my intricately molded persona; were
that of my heavenly mother,
While the entity who embedded in them poignant traces
of vivacious boisterousness; was the girl whom I
called my beloved…
The shades of my fabulously glistening eyes; were that
of my irrefutably celestial mother,
While the entity who perpetuated them to discriminate
between the prudently good and diabolically bad; was
the girl whom I called my beloved…
The conglomerate of articulate fingers on my hands;
were that of my adorable mother,
While the entity who instigated them to evolve the
most ingratiating verse in this world; was the girl
whom I called my beloved…
The voluptuously soft palms protruding from my
skeleton; were that of my stupendously amicable
mother,
While the entity who harnessed each stage of my
destiny to unfurl; was the girl whom I called my
beloved….
The breath that lingered with unsurpassable equanimity
in my nostrils; was that of my Omnipotent mother,
While the entity who caused it to cascade with
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exuberantly ecstatic compassion; was the girl whom I
called my beloved….
And the heart that lay invincibly incarcerated beneath
my chest; was that of my immortally cherishable
mother,
While the entity who facilitated it to ardently
palpitate all night and day; commence on a whole new
chapter of love with each of its beat; was the girl
whom I called my beloved….
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LIFE MEANS MORE
Life means imagination; the ability to perceive and
dream beyond the absolutely extraordinary,
Life means observation; the magical prowess to imbibe
the maximum out of the stupendously magnificent
surroundings,
Life means seduction; the uncanny desire of being
tantalized every second to the most unprecedented
limits,
Life means devotion; the immortal virtue of being
obsessed with the entity you uninhibitedly cherish and
love,
Life means fascination; the incessant entrenchment
perpetuated by all the mesmerizing beauty wandering on
this planet,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life
means more….
Life means grandiloquent; the royally majestic sights
embedded on the trajectory of this boundless planet,
Life means benevolent; the philanthropic element to
help all those fellow compatriots in inexplicable
misery and tumultuous pain,
Life means turbulent; the vivacious swirl of rampant
thoughts and emotions; that engulf one's countenance
by storm,
Life means fragrant; the profusely redolent aroma;
which emanated from the voluptuous conglomerate of
lotus in the pond,
Life means prudent; the incomprehensible ability of
the human brain to act the most sagaciously in every
situation,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life
means more….
Life means unfathomable; the paradise existing beyond
unprecedented corridors of perception,
Life means unconquerable; the aura of invincible love
encompassing the soul; which never could die,
Life means unbelievable; the astoundingly amazing
string of incidents which sporadically intruded;
simply beyond any power of comprehension,
Life means unimaginable; the land which unfurled
afresh; after each ounce of perceivable perception had
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completely exhausted,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life
means more….
Life means fabulous; more insurmountably enchanting
than the silken puffs of voluptuously crimson clouds,
Life means mysterious; deluged with a myriad of
baffling puzzles at every step you alighted,
Life means mischievous; as boisterously vivacious as
the grin of a newly born infant; as poignant as the
tear drop gushing from his eyes,
Life means adventurous; inundated with exuberant spice
as each second unleashed; plunging into the valley of
ravishing excitement,
Life means perilous; sandwiched mystically with
dangerous impediments; which made a person rise from
the ashes; in his fight for holistic survival,
Life means incredulous; the greatest gift for every
tangible organism to be bestowed upon with; exist in
unison till the Almighty Lord commanded,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life
means more….
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TRY AND SEE INSTEAD
Don’t blame the overwhelmingly blistering rays of the
sweltering Sun; for the mind boggling proportions of
heat it ruthlessly generated,
Try and see instead the beams of optimistic light it
profoundly illuminated; in the lives of infinite souls
completely deluged with hopeless despair…
Don’t blame the horrendously rotting apple for
emanating an obnoxious scent; corrupting the spurious
bliss of the grandiloquent atmosphere,
Try and see instead the ingratiatingly blossoming
effect it had on the dwindling crop; when embedded in
soil as pinches of raw manure….
Don’t blame the profusely spike studded shoe for
abrading your dainty feet; acting as a gruesome
barricade to fresh spurts of air; from seeping inside,
Try and see instead; the astronomical tenacity it
offered to your nimble soles; to transgress undaunted;
even through the most acrimoniously swirling fires….
Don’t blame the earthquake for treacherously
devastating empty buildings; engendering the waves of
the fabulous ocean to escalate taller than the skies,
Try and see instead; the celestial rivulets of water
it perpetuated; in the heart of miserably arid land….
Don’t blame the silvery sea shores for inhabiting a
battalion of venomously lethal spiders; raring to
feast on immaculate chunks of innocent flesh,
Try and see instead; the unfathomable amounts of
relaxation they provided to dreary adventurers; the
perpetually mystical avenue they proved for lovers
before tying the nuptial knot….
Don’t blame the clouds in the cosmos for fomenting a
thunderously cacophonic noise; clashing mercilessly
against each other to produce streaks of frightening
lightening,
Try and see instead; the mesmerizing droplets of rain
they showered; the life yielding streams of vivacious
liquid which poured in ferocious torrents on
pathetically groaning soil….
Don’t blame the kettle for fulminating in tumultuous
heat; scalding innocuous bits of skin with hostile
droplets of sizzling liquid,
Try and see instead the heavenly rejuvenation it
imparted; with only infinitesimal sips of it; gently
dribbling into the gloomy persona….
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Don’t blame the conscience for being blatantly candid;
blurting out things which could have been well
camouflaged in realms of astute manipulation and
malice,
Try and see instead the stupendously comforting bliss
that it provided to the countenance; the most explicit
identity it endeavored to reveal of a man dying in
embarrassing despair….
And don’t blame life for being tyrannical and
satanically cruel; whipping you every unfurling
second with the sword of inexplicable disease
compounded with treacherous pain,
Try and see instead its irrefutably sacred virtue; the
infinite buckets of voluptuously passionate breath you
inhaled to be living this very moment; survive at your
unprecedented best in the most horrific of times….
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NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF BEGINNING
Ordinarily the boy would have lazed all day on the
grassy slopes; emanating huge yawns every other
unfurling minute,
But today he ran faster than the most supreme athlete;
as the spotted panther was chasing him; ready to rip
him apart from the last bone down his spine..
Ordinarily the youngster would have played cards all
day; merrily frolicking about teasing girls strolling
on the road,
But today he perspired unrelentingly under the Sun;
worked like a bull to appease his employer and earn
money; as his father was no longer alive to feed him;
ensure that he fantasized and slept to his hearts
content.
Ordinarily the King would have purchased all that he
wanted on this earth; with the unprecedented power of
his flamboyant jewels and wealth,
But today he prayed diligently in front of the deity
to bless him with a child; a virtue that the entire
treasury of his opulence had miserably failed to
purchase.
Ordinarily the varied conglomerate of human beings
intractably refrained from talking to each other; were
supremely nonchalant of even knowing the name of who
lived beside them,
But today they slept together under the open sky;
conversed amicably with each other irrespective of
their inherent hatred; as the devastating earthquake
struck the entire city at midnight.
Ordinarily the manipulative minister would have ruined
the whole nation; replenishing his personal resources
with innocent people's money; demonstrating his theory
of "Survival of the Fittest"; without even knowing the
tiny alphabets that constituted life,
But today he ruled the country with overwhelming
harmony and justice; as his life was under threat from
God's messiah who had descended from the sky; and if
the reins slipped while governing the province; the
reins of his life would slip forever in just fractions
of seconds.
Ordinarily every fisherman would have sat on the
shores masticating red meat and wine; as their
warehouses were inundated and overflowing with surplus
grain and honey,
But today he ventured out into the heart of swirling
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ocean; audaciously leapt in the midst of the
tumultuous storm; laid his net confronting freezing
cold and a battalion of shark; as his village and kin
were starving; inevitably reeling under the aftermath
of vicious drought.
Ordinarily the housewife would have thrown the pack of
nondescript candles with utter contempt as it occupied
unnecessary space in her kitchen; replacing it with an
array of shimmering silver chains and robust cherries,
But today she incessantly prayed to God for the same;
wildly groped through the interiors of the dwelling
for that inconspicuous and condensed bundle of wax; as
the vast town was abruptly engulfed with perpetual
darkness; the stringent beams of brilliant electricity
that were once the pride of her house had snapped off
without prior notice.
Ordinarily the diminutive chick would never have
learnt to fly; feeling invincibly secure under the
compassionate warmth of her mothers belly,
But today it soared up high and handsome in the air;
kissing the cocoon of clouds as it whistled by; as its
mother hadn't returned till late evening; and the
pangs of hunger in its stomach were far more effusive
than its fear to shut its eyes and hide.
Ordinarily I would have dismissed the idea of going 9
to 9 in the office with sheer contempt and malicious
abuse; drowned in the aisles of poetic fantasy and
tantalizing desire; penning down infinite lines of
poetry sitting as a recluse in the corridors of my
cozy home,
But today I found myself smiling pretentiously in
front of my employer; obeying even the most
infinitesimal of his command; with my head sunk under
a mountain of bulky paper and chequebook; as the kicks
of the sardonic society and the paucity of funds
through the words I evolved; had driven me out of my
rosy dreamland to bear the brunt of monotonous
Business.
And ordinarily Man wouldn’t have done anything on this
earth; would have grown older just staring at the
moon; if God had given him everything on a platter;
satisfied his every need the instant he uttered them
as a faint whisper,
But today he was seen running in all quarters of the
globe; sweating and toiling under the acerbic rays of
the Sun; onerously studying under the horrendously dim
light of the night bulb; conquering astronomical peaks
with the ingenious thoughts circulating in his brain;
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as his necessity to exist was his only mother of
beginning; infact the only thing that could have
metamorphosed him from a sleeping saint into one who
meditated continuously…
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DRINKING MY OWN ANGER
I couldn’t hit the earth in my bouts of anger; as it
was the one which grew the food necessary for my
survival,
I couldn’t hit the wall in my bouts of anger; as it
was the one which sequestered my scalp against
tumultuous storm and rain; it was the one which constituted and
fortified my dwelling,
I couldn't hit the tree in my bouts of anger; as it
was laden with the fruits I nibbled in my times of
relish; imparted me with velvety breeze in the
sweltering night,
I couldn’t hit the mirror in my bouts of anger; as it
magnificently portrayed to me my pellucid and candid
reflection; and doing so I knew would exacerbate the
situation further; would make my own hand bleed,
I couldn’t hit mothers stomach in my bouts of anger;
for it was the singular pouch which had bore me for 9
months unrelentingly; the very sacred sac which was
responsible for my existence today,
I couldn’t hit the snake in my bouts of anger; for it
guarded my treasury of wealth unflinchingly all night
and day; and would viciously retort back the instant I
raised my fingers to strike,
I couldn’t hit the Sun in my bouts of anger; for it
was the sole source of light which maneuvered me in
the day; lit up my every morning with an enchanting
smile,
I couldn’t hit the child in my bouts of anger; for it
was all the energy I possessed; was the sweetest
little form of God running gleefully on this earth,
I couldn’t hit the waters in my bouts of anger; for
they were the ones who pacified my thirst several
times a day; blended my life with loads of mesmerizing
cool and shade,
I couldn’t hit the silver plate in my bouts of anger;
for it was the one in which I actually consumed my
food three times in a day; and insulting it could
probably result in not getting food even three times a
year,
I couldn’t hit the car in my bouts of anger; for it
was the one which transported me marathon distances;
saw to it that I my feet rested in luxury; as I
reached the summit at whirlwind speeds,
I couldn’t hit my beloved in my bouts of anger; as she
was the one who transpired me to live every second;
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she was the one who took upon herself every affliction
to save me from the tiniest of wound today,
I couldn’t hit my sister in my bouts of anger; as she
was the one whom I played with irrespective of my
augmenting age; with whom I shared all my secrets of
life; sometimes woke her even in the middle of the
night,
I couldn’t hit my pet dog in my bouts of anger; as he
was the one who was the first to welcome me at
ethereal dawn; wag his tail incessantly until the time
I took him in my arms,
I couldn’t hit my eye in my bouts of anger; for it was
the only instrument whom I relied upon to sight this
world; and also it would incorrigibly shut tight; as I
tried and approached it with my fist,
I couldn’t hit the century old boat in my bouts of
anger; as it was the one on which my ancestors sailed;
the one where my rudimentary roots lay profoundly
embedded,
I couldn’t hit the cow in my bouts of anger; as it was
the only animal which gave me sacrosanct milk;
impregnated my bones with Herculean strength to take
on the mantle of this entire world,
I couldn’t hit the idol of God in my bouts of anger;
as it was the one who had evolved me and my kin in the
first place; would
burn me to inconspicuous ash the moment I irritably
hurled my fingers towards his Omnipotent form,
And I couldn’t hit a single thing on this earth; for
whatever I hit was something sacred or something which
was intimately dear; something which I possessed or
something which had possessed me for infinite years,
That’s when I decided to wholesomely DRINK MY OWN
ANGER; whenever I was infuriated and my body
reverberated beyond the point of no control; rather
than unnecessarily victimizing somebody, taking it out
on the innocent world…
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EVERY WRITERS BOSS
Every mouse's boss was the tawny cat; ready to pounce
upon its diminutive demeanor each instant; pulverize
it to mincemeat with its knife like jaws,
Every river's boss was the colossal ocean; ready to
gobble its inconspicuous visage in the gargantuan
swirl of its turbulent waves,
Every stone's boss was the lanky mountain;
overshadowing its frigid body with its towering
shadow; the avalanche of ice descending gathering
unprecedented speed it sped down the slope,
Every egg's boss was the enchanting bird; flooding the
dreary ambience in vicinity with the mystical tunes
that emanated from its beak,
Every infant's boss was its caring mother; who
sequestered it from the most non-existent of evil;
ensured that it slept while she incessantly stroked
its scalp,
Every insect's boss was the disdainfully grizzly
lizard; viciously swishing its slender tongue;
anticipating them to tantalizingly creep directly into
its greedy mouth,
Every web's boss was the silver spider; having the
supreme power of dismantling and weaving it all over
again; whenever she desired it,
Every ornament's boss was the majestically hooded
serpent; hideously hissing sitting over the same;
judiciously observing that it refrained to fall into
diabolical hands,
Every soil's boss was the indefatigably pelting
globules of rain; which inundated its surface with
incredulous fertility; conjuring it to blossom into a
voluptuous array of fruit and scarlet rose,
Every blank paper's boss was the feather tipped pen;
possessing the royal prowess of embossing its barren
surface with boundless lines of oligarchic literature,
Every car's boss was its twin pair of brakes; enabling
it and imparting it with bountiful resilience to stop
and boisterously speed whenever it liked,
Every night's boss was the stringently blazing day;
illuminating and metamorphosing its gloomy atmosphere
into one with radiant light and fiery rays,
Every star's boss was the resplendent moon;
wholesomely trespassing its inconspicuous body with
the unfathomable tenacity in its shine,
Every snake's boss was the long toothed mongoose;
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furtively capsizing it by the slippery neck; making it
eventually surrender as it sucked the last drop of
blood from its body,
Every tadpole's boss was the preposterously huge
whale; eating it at regular intervals in countless
clusters; yet not able to fully appease its
incomprehensible hunger,
Every wind's boss was the tumultuous storm; sweeping
across like thunderbolts of lightening in the world;
swallowing every draught of placid breeze that meekly
confronted it in its path; and not even wasting time
to burp in relishing its robust meal,
Every ghost's boss was the invincibly closed corpse;
ensuring that it stayed secured tight within; didn’t
get even the remotest chance to escape and spread
terror on this globe,
Every land's boss was the unending sky; providing a
roof to shelter it; proving it a respectable entity to
hold its head high,
Every man's boss was the Omniscient Creator;
commanding him every second to satisfy the mission
which he taken birth on this earth for,
And every writer's boss was his flamboyant fantasy;
his spell binding perceptions that unrelentingly
dictated him to keep writing every instant of the
chilly night; and all throughout the sunny day…
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SADLY PUNCTURED
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt as
soft as the fluffy feather of the flamingo; speeded at
lightening speeds towards the Sun; with a mere caress
to the accelerator,
While at present the same felt like a thousand bags
inundated with sharp stones; simply refraining to
budge a single inch from its original position;
however onerously I tried to push it.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
the gentle stream of placid water; mesmerizing all
scattered in vicinity with its stupendous charisma and
flamboyant grace,
While at present the same thrusted me violently on the
floor; slithered like an untamed freezing lizard;
crying incessantly to move a centimeter forward.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it
voluptuously kissed me as I sat down on the seat;
whizzed me past the enamoring sights of the city like
a molten volcano fulminating from the trajectory of
moist earth,
While at present the same emanated a horrendously
charred stench of burnt rubber; choked; coughed and
stuttered infinite number of times as I switched on
the ignition.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
the satiny cocoon of clouds having just descended from
the sky; pacifying my insurmountably frazzled senses;
with the rhythmic music of its synchronized stirring,
While at present the same seemed as cumbersome to
handle as the incredulously slippery granules of
desert sand; with the exhaust pipe barking hostile
plumes of black smoke directly into my eyes.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
an exhilarating aircraft whirring up; ready to
transport me across distant corners of the Globe
within flash seconds of time,
While at present the same crawled slower than the
fattest tortoise; nudging just a single inch; in a
single hour.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
a pen embossing words at electric velocities;
conquering every territory; flooding every sheet with
a billion lines of enchanting poetry,
While at present the same seemed to be perspiring like
the mammoth bull; digging its curled horns
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incorrigibly into the stony ground.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
the vivacious rainbow in the sky; with its
scintillating jugglery of mirror explicitly portraying
my handsome reflection,
While at present the same seemed to be like the
hoarsely begging eunuch; with its voice stuck stronger
than the most tenacious of glue; petrifying my
blissful ears with its prominently discordant tunes.
As I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt like
a cleanly floating whistle; permeating the gloomy
ambience with its astoundingly fast pulse and robust
pace,
While at present it tripped embarrassingly on the
ground to taste dust even before I sat; thunderously
yawning every second like a lame soldier; when infact
I wanted to reach the hospital to meet my wife in an
absolute jiffy,
And as I alighted my scooter in the morning; it felt
like the bouncing kangaroo brimming with poignant
euphoria and rubicund strength; able to appease the
most minuscule of my demand; transporting me with
supreme comfort and nonchalant ease to the destination
of my choice; the very place I wanted to be,
While at present it lay pathetically morose; trembling
like a deserted orphan on the street; as its twin tyre
tubes which were once bulging with astronomical
amounts of fresh air; had now been brutally assaulted
by a battalion of savage nails;
Lay barbarically ripped apart; utterly deflated and
SADLY PUNCTURED…
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A COMPLETE 100 FLOORS
Scores of squeals inundated the atmosphere; clusters
of people hugged each other close in utter
pandemonium,
A billion beads of sweat trickled down petrified
cheeks; as children took deep breaths in terrified
exhilaration,
A heap of vegetables and fresh fruit lay completely
squashed; housewives wailed in discordant unison about
the scornful creases to their immaculate clothes,
Torn bits of heavily scented paper stuck to the
ceiling; fluttering about incessantly with the gallant
wind that infiltrated in through the doors,
Infinite bundles of hair stood up in untamed
indignation; repugnantly refusing to sit down even
after blissful calm had descended,
Boundless plumes of black smoke arose in the vicinity;
with the disastrously dry coughing of the aged
becoming all the more apparent as the agonizing
minutes crept by,
The tiny floor seemed to be in a complete disarray;
with a pool of tears blended with faint blood
portraying a profoundly ghastly appearance,
The tales of remorse and dismay seemed to be gaining
impetus; as the people inside felt escalated to the
zenith of feverish excitement,
The lights flickered and faltered badly; with
perennial darkness seeming to be a better option when
compared to the continuously batting beams of flimsy
bulb rays,
A battalion of unruly mosquitoes relished the splendid
opportunity; perched and sucking blood with gay
abandon from innocuously rubicund skin,
The hair on everyone's scalp seemed to protrude in
spiffy animosity; as if freshly coming out from the
heart of a swashbuckling war film,
All sense of judiciousness and prudent discerning; had
now been replaced by unconquerable waves of morbid
terror,
All food in the stomach had died a gruesome death; the
most inconspicuous of desire to consume liquid
incorrigibly refrained to arise again,
An innumerable fleet of pedestrians had gathered at
the dismal scenario; expressing their sanctimonious
sympathy; trying to mollify frazzled nerves with their
armory of spurious smiles,
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The entire network of bones in the body felt as if
terribly jolted; the intricate cartilage inside felt
as if it needed rebirth,
The string of useless thoughts which once bothered and
circumvented the mind all night and day; now seemed to
be single focussed on feasible ways of escape,
The color of skin had metamorphosed to ashen white;
the robust river of red blood had stopped flowing
hours ago,
The hearts of those incarcerated inside; palpitated
more violently than when they had just taken birth,
And you'd be astoundingly surprised at knowing the
cause of this holocaust; the disaster which had
rendered groups of impeccable humans grappling for
their lives in the middle of brilliant daylight; had
fomented more perspiration on the body than their was
scarlet blood and bone,
As a matter of fact it was just a slim wire of soiled
rubber which had snapped; engendering the
magnificently colossal lift to plummet like streaks of
white lightening towards the ground,
Bounce with a thunderously deafening thud on its
cushioned mountain of soft and spongy springs; after
traversing down a complete 100 floors of the tall
building…
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THE WORLD OUTSIDE AFTER BATH
When I bathed my body in pure crimson blood; the world
outside seemed to be horrendously appalling and
ghastly as I stepped out,
When I bathed my body in an
ocean of squelched garbage; the world outside seemed
to be rotten fish; with all entities wandering in
vicinity seeming as if unwashed since marathon years,
When I bathed my body in scintillating white and
sacrosanct cow milk; the world outside seemed to be an
evanescent fog; with each object striking my eye as a
hazy and distorted mirage,
When I bathed my body in stupendously redolent lotus
juice; the world outside seemed to be extravagantly
fragrant; without the slightest trace of dirt and
promiscuous stain,
When I bathed my body in a river of foaming saliva;
the world outside seemed to be as slippery as the eel;
the gargantuan roads appeared to be coated with tons
of oil; with every single individual falling head on
the ground; after unwittingly loosing his heavy grip,
When I bathed my body in a pond of talcum powder; the
world outside seemed to resemble a clown; and I held
the sides of my stomach incorrigibly tight; as I was a
trifle afraid that they would explode out laughing,
When I bathed my body in a pool of blistering
sunlight; the world outside seemed to be burning and
scalding hot; with my fingers circumspect of touching
any object in fear of being gruesomely charred,
When I
bathed my body in a stream of white electricity; the
world outside seemed to emit pugnacious sparks; and I
dared not put my foot on the earth in danger of
getting wholesomely electrocuted,
When I bathed my body in a puddle of vivacious
scorpion juice; the world outside seemed to be as
ominous as the hideous reptile; with each person
appearing to ooze lethal venom from his mouth; instead
of eloquent and enchanting speech,
When I bathed my body in a film of pungent tears; the
world outside seemed to be effusively crying; every
man and woman appeared to be sad; and edging towards
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the brink of extinction,
When I bathed my body in pulverized cactus pulp; the
world outside seemed to be irritable and irascible;
with people scratching their scalps every second in
utter exasperation,
When I bathed my body in glittering liquid of pure
gold; the world outside seemed exorbitantly rich and
marvelous; with every person inundated with fancy
chequebooks and chains of shimmering pearls,
When I
bathed my body in crushed garlic; the world outside
seemed like the decaying fish; wafting an odor that
fomented me to puke out all that was trapped inside my
stomach,
When I bathed my body in the floating clouds; the
world outside seemed to be insurmountably windy; with
man flying a few feet above the ground flapping his
fleshy wings,
When I bathed my body in a fulminating tub of acid;
the world outside seemed to be like a sizzling pancake
simmering boisterously to erupt in hostile fumes,
When I bathed my body in silvery sands; the world
outside seemed to be gradually slipping; with every
visible glass and body completely engulfed with
monotonous dust,
When I bathed my body in finely pulverized bone
powder; the world outside seemed to be an obsolete
dead corpse; with ghoulish images of ghosts wandering
on the streets instead of robust individuals,
When I bathed my body in a conglomerate of satiny
hair; the world outside seemed to be a mesmerizing
planet; on which fairies floated and basked in the
aisles of unprecedented romance,
When I bathed my body in a pool of pure shit; the
world outside seemed to be a stinking dustbin; with
every individual vomiting out every second instead of
blissfully inhaling air and living,
When I bathed my body in silvery moonlight; the world
outside seemed to be an enchanting paradise; with a
fleet of tantalizing fairies eating, sipping and
sleeping milk,
When I bathed my body in firewood ash; the world
outside seemed to be brutally burnt; with every object
in vicinity appearing as if charred to wholesomely
black soot,
When I bathed my body in pungent acrylic paint; the
world outside seemed to be freshly whitewashed;
everything seemed to be newly constructed; with
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people's faces sparkling even after wee hours of
chilly midnight,
When I bathed my body in a lake of molten wax; the
world outside seemed to be melting at electric speeds;
blatantly prominent outlines of the city seemed to be
fading rapidly into thin wisps of oblivion,
When I bathed my body in enigmatically slithering
snake skin; the world outside seemed to be hideously
snaring; with pedestrians seeming to viciously bite
each time they opened their mouths to speak,
When I bathed my body in a finely squelched pulp of
green grass; the world outside seemed to be
passionately raw; with humans inevitably tickling
themselves in a state of restless frenzy,
When I bathed my body in strands of morbid spider web;
the world outside seemed to be an eerie playground;
with humans having unpleasantly ghoulish designs
engulfing their face,
When I bathed my body in superlatively piquant tomato
curry; the world outside seemed to be a delicious
pizza taken out right from the sizzling oven; with all
tangible and intangible sprawled around appearing to
be completely red; appearing as if uninhibitedly
blushing unstoppably all the time,
When I bathed my body in a rivulet of vitamin tonic;
the world outside seemed to be a pathetic hospital;
with people holding their faces in inexplicable
despair; orphans wandering on the roads with
antiseptic bandages wound to their throats,
When I bathed my body in a bucket replete with foamy
soap; the world outside seemed to be a profuse blanket
of frothy spray; with denizens walking on an island of
spongy bubbles; bursting them pompously with their
fingers to clear their way,
When I bathed my body in whirlpools of pulsating rock
music; the world outside seemed to be a sleazily
blaring discotheque; with countless clusters of
youngsters gyrating their bodies to unsynchronized
beats of vibrant sound,
When I bathed my body in a shower of raunchy salt; the
world outside seemed to be overwhelmingly tantalizing;
with even the incomprehensibly old seeming to bounce
euphorically with new found rigors of life,
When I bathed my body in plumes of black vehicle
smoke; the world outside seemed to be an obfuscated
blur; with visibility cutting down to almost an
absolute zero and dynamic individuals hopelessly
tripping their footing even before they decided to
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walk,
And eventually when I bathed my body in a
compassionate waterfall of her moist breath; the world
outside seemed to have vanished in entirety; didn’t
appear at all no matter how hard I strained my eyes;
for all I could feel; imagine; and appreciate was her
mesmerizing eyes and lips; the invincible seed of
romance; now palpitating turbulently in her heart as I
touched her…
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IN ORDER TO SAVAGELY DIE
In order to embarrassingly fall on the ground; one
must first try to audaciously stand,
In order to vehemently cry aloud in astonishingly calm
air; one must first try to inculcate the virtue of
uninhibited laughter,
In order to be blatantly illiterate; one must first
try to imbibe the meaning of sagacious and
discerningly literate,
In order to be dismally gloomy; one must first try to
flirtatiously smile,
In order to be disastrously defeated; one must first
try to embrace exhilarating victory,
In order to feel gruesomely bizarre winds of freezing
cold; one must first try to experience the winds of
inexorably blistering heat,
In order to starve to unprecedented limits; one must
first try to eat succulent morsels of tantalizing food
to the most gargantuan of his heart's content,
In order to thunderously sneeze; one must first try to
inhale in fresh draughts of exuberant breath,
In order to get overwhelmingly wounded; one must first
try to valiantly brandish a sword and fight,
In order to remain as still and motionless as the
morbid corpse; one must first try to boisterously
march at the crack of every euphoric dawn,
In order to dance naked on the viciously barren
streets; one must first try embellish himself
completely from fluffy head to diminutive feet,
In order to hysterically scream; one must first try to
remain perpetually silent,
In order to fight unceremoniously with innocuous
people sleeping in their dwelling; one must first try
to incessantly pray,
In order to blink indefatigably without the slightest
of control; one must first try to prudently stare for
marathon hours on the trot,
In order to perceive the most obnoxious stench
existing on this planet; one must first try to
profoundly absorb the stupendous scent of the scarlet
rose,
In order to thunderously yawn in the midst of the
bombastic conference; one must first try to sit
sagaciously for countless hours on the desk; without
budging the tiniest either to the right; or the
extreme left,
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In order to break the glass into infinite splinters of
serrated mirror; one must first try to wholesomely
admire his reflection to unsurpassable extents; even
after ghoulish nightfall,
In order to commit salacious acts of mortifying
betrayal; one must first try to wholeheartedly; and
truly love,
In order to trip head on to the rock bottom of the
obdurate ground; one must first try to dexterously
clamber up the escalating and rickety staircase,
In order to go perpetually blind; one must first try
to enjoy the spell binding and mesmerizing prowess of
handsome sight,
In order to disdainfully drown to the bed of the deep
and fathomless ocean; one must first try to
uninhibitedly swing his arms and swim,
In order to become barbarically dumb; one must first
try to eloquently speak and sing,
And in order to savagely die and brusquely relinquish
breath; one must first try and lead life; move his
hands and feet for existence; move his hands to
blissfully survive…
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THE CHAPTER OF LOVE. THE CHAPTER OF LIFE.
The same legs which I once considered supremely
bohemian and useless; an incorrigible weight dragging
on my body all the time,
Now proved to be my best cars transporting me at
swashbuckling speeds to my destination; when the
ferocious lion was chasing me; and I was stranded
disdainfully in the wilderness of the night.
The same fingers which I once considered be an insipid
burden to my hands; bothering me all throughout the
tenure of the acerbic day with squalid pools of sweat
that dribbled painstakingly down their periphery,
Now proved like angels having descended freshly from
the heavens; as they indefatigably answered the bulky
sheets of examination paper; saving me the tyranny of
doing murderous college all over again.
The same muscles which I once considered as
ostentatious pieces of meat bulging bombastically from
beneath my shirt; interfering pertinently when I tried
to slip through slim space,
Now proved to be equivalent to the entire army of
Herculean strength; protecting me invincibly when I
was attacked by the fleet of diabolical demons.
The same stomach which I once considered to be
bizarrely obese; extruding out pretentiously beyond
the realms of synchronized control; being smirked by
every girl who trespassed me in vicinity,
Now proved to be greater than the most qualified of
doctor; as it was the sole tool which was able to make
the orphan smile; when all other medicines in the
world had utterly failed.
The same eyelashes which I once considered to be a
gravely cumbersome bother; intractably transgressing
across my immaculate vision countless times in a
single day,
Now proved to be the greatest ointment existing in the
Universe; as they massaged my eye with remarkable
rejuvenation in the midst of the tumultuous sandstorm.
The same saliva which I once considered as
horrendously cheap; incessantly circulating in my
mouth; rendering it sometimes with a disgusting odor
unbearable to inhale,
Now proved to be the greatest appetizer generating
insurmountable pangs of hunger in my stomach; assisted
me overwhelmingly to masticate my morsels of food;
gulp them down delectably with untamed relish.
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The same lines on my palms which I once considered to
be despicably condemning; for rendering me
disastrously penurious; without even a penny in my
pocket while other's dwellings overflowed with pompous
diamonds and glittering gold,
Now proved to be the greatest destiny; as I escaped
without the most minuscule of scratch on my body; even
as boundless others of my kind uncouthly perished in
the swirl of the ear-shattering earthquake.
The same voice which I once considered to be
profoundly detestable; wanted to abscond fathomless
miles away as I heard the disgruntling cadence in its
sound; felt like dying a tortured death every moment
when I cognized the hoarseness it was impregnated
with,
Now proved to be the greatest life saver; as my
screams brought in the rescue workers; saved me from
drowning to the bottom of the mercilessly deep ocean.
The same nails which I once considered ugly and
contemptuously dirty; protruding unnecessarily from my
rubicund skin; making me the object of cynical
ridicule in the heart of the plush conference room,
Now proved to be the greatest weapons in fomenting me
to fight with the menacing burglars; preventing them
from stealing the possessions that I had sparingly
managed to accumulate in all my life.
And the same heart which I once considered to be
throbbing without sagacious control; palpitating
incoherently in my chest without respite; acting as a
perilous impediment; irately disturbing my blissful
nights sleep,
Now proved to be the greatest life; beating violently
after witnessing the love of its dreams; besieged by a
cloud of unfathomable passion and romance; eventually
discovering a new purpose to live; discovering a whole
new purpose to continue the chapter of love; the
chapter of life…
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MY GARISHLY STRIPED HELMET
Normally I would have fallen on the ground in a
bedraggled heap; as the colossal slabs of concrete
tore loose and descended from the terrace of the
building,
But today I escaped without a single scratch to my
scalp; bounced about in robust exhilaration as the
mammoth plaster viciously struck my head.
Normally I would have emitted a thunderous yelp as I
was hurled on the obdurate road from my scooter;
eloping at electric speeds to the nearest hospital to
receive exquisite medical treatment,
But today I patted my skull in supreme satisfaction;
inhaled in a breath of incredulous contentment as I
audaciously marched forward after the entire episode.
Normally I would have seen shimmering stars in
brilliant daylight; as I bumped my head inadvertently
in the doorway while entering the house,
But today I was able to stare directly into the
pugnacious fireball of the Sun without batting an
eyelid; immediately after the ghastly anecdote
unveiled.
Normally I would have taken out life from the boy; as
he deliberately hit me with a sharp stone; ran after
him wincing in inexplicable agony to try and wring his
neck,
But today I hoisted him handsomely in my arms; fed him
with a flurry of ravishingly creamy chocolates;
instantaneously after he hit me with the bulky brick.
Normally I would have shot all those mosquitoes
hovering intransigently around my face; trying to
irascibly infiltrate into my skin to drink my precious
blood,
But today I invited them open heartedly to
chivalrously grace my presence; infact asked them to
invite the most remotest of their friends to come and
sing near my nose.
Normally I would have been squelched to raw pulp;
cremated in my coffin even before I died; as the
monstrous bus ruthlessly bulldozed its way over my
innocent head,
But today I got up within fraction seconds of time
after the vehicle had skidded by; commented
nonchalantly about the tyres not being that heavy as
they should have been.
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Normally I would have been mercilessly electrocuted as
streaks of white lightening struck me on my naked
skull; charring me to colorless ash from head to toe,
But today I withstood the storm unflinchingly;
rampantly ran without the slightest of fear and
circumspection; in the midst of sparks and vivacious
electricity falling all around in violent tandem.
Normally I would have coughed incessantly; caught with
severe infections and disease as I weaved through the
claustrophobic streets of the crowded city,
But today I wandered a perfect double of my regular
distance remaining as robust as a resplendent apple;
emitting tinkling laughter; executing the smile of my
life.
Normally I wouldn't have even got time to perform my
last rites and rituals; as the Herculean boulder came
hurtling down the mountains; banging brutally with my
innocuous head,
But today I sat down for breakfast immediately after
the appalling incident; munched through the appetizing
slices of crimson radish with unprecedented relish.
And normally I would have fainted at every accident
that happened; every fall that I was inevitably
subjected to; visited disdainful ambulances time and
again; stuffed more painkiller in my stomach than
mesmerizing food,
But today I sat on the throne like an unconquerably
prince; ready to take on the onslaught of the most
thunderous of storm; knowing that I would be
immortally safe from all sides; as I had adorned my
all time darling; my rotund shaped and garishly
striped HELMET
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FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT
Every century looked so long; that in the beginning I
felt it would last till more than what the Creator
could ever have perceived; with the decades towering
even higher than all the continents of the Universe
amalgamated together,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just devoured
my first morsel of food; and time had zipped past all
those decades like a flying tornado; faster than the
speed of light.
Every decade looked so long; that in the beginning I
felt that it would last till more than eternity; with
the years painstakingly creeping in before completely
unfurling,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just got up
from my last nights sleep; and time had zipped past
all those years like a flying tornado; faster than the
speed of light.
Every year looked so long; that in the beginning I felt
it would be more than the unfathomable sky in
entirety; with the conglomerate of months simply
refraining to whistle by,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just batted
my eyelids quite inadvertently; and time had zipped
past all those months like a flying tornado; faster
than the speed of light.
Every month looked so long; that in the beginning I
felt it would be more invincible than the mighty
deserts to conquer; with each fortnight stabbing me
more than a million thorns coalesced together,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just finished
my celestial dream; and time had zipped past all those
fortnights like a flying tornado; faster than the
speed of light.
Every fortnight looked so long; that in the beginning I
felt that it would be more boundless than the colossal
ocean to swim in; with each week whizzing like an
unrelenting mosquito; buzzing its discordant tunes
into my intricately sensitive eardrum,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just walked a
single step on this earth; and time had zipped past
all those weeks; faster than the speed of light.
Every week looked so long; that in the beginning I felt
that it would be more Herculean than the summit of
Everest to conquer; with the coalition of half a dozen
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days battering me disdainfully to the ground,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just brushed
my curly moustache; and time had zipped past all those
days like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of
light.
Every day looked so long; that in the beginning I felt
that it would be more tenacious than the fiery body of
Sun to stare at; with the marathon hours poking me
like sizzling roads of steel all over my body,
But believe me; not it seemed that I had just opened
my mouth a trifle; and time had zipped past all those
hours like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of
light.
Every hour looked so long; that in the beginning I felt
it would be more acrimonious than the blanket of
vicious thorns to tread on; with the persevering
minutes engendering unprecedented amounts of sweat to
ooze from my arms,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just drawn a
thin line on the slippery sand; and time had zipped
past all those minutes like a flying tornado; faster
than the speed of light.
Every minute looked so long; that in the beginning I
felt it would be more treacherous than the haunted
corpse loitering in the graveyard; the seconds
languidly inching towards the remotely distant
finishing point,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had hardly
completed my spurious yawn; and time had zipped past
all those seconds like a flying tornado; faster than
the speed of light.
Every second looked so long; that in the beginning I
felt it would be more cumbersome than counting the
entire battalion of stars embedded in the resplendent
cosmos; with the irate tick-tick of the clock getting
deafeningly loud to bear as each instant assiduously
revolved by,
But believe me; now when I was 90 years of age about
to relinquish life forever; it seemed that I has just
inhaled in a single draught of racy breath; and time
had zipped past all those moments when I was
seductively beautiful and young; like a flying
tornado; faster than the speed of light.
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FOUND MY OWN CORPSE
Above the soil the cars appeared to be like royal
emperors; traversing majestically on the silken coat
of long road,
While beneath the soil the same cars seemed to be
squalidly coated with mud; painstakingly labored to
trudge merrily forward.
Above the soil the matchsticks appeared to be burning
in passionate fire; profoundly illuminating the
darkness of the wretched night,
While beneath the soil the same matchsticks seemed to
be gasping for breath; relinquishing their boisterous
flames in wholesome entirety.
Above the soil the conglomerate of clouds appeared to
be a silken carpet; inundating barren kilometers of
mud on earth with robust sheets of sparkling water,
While beneath the soil the same clouds seemed to be
dingy little bellows of obnoxious gas; brutally
entrapped and blended with dark chunks of purple
earth.
Above the soil the crops in the farm appeared to be
salubrious and ingratiatingly fresh; swaying
delectably with every draught of amicable wind,
While beneath the soil the same crops seemed to be
completely corroded; squelched to barbaric roots
hanging flimsily under the ground.
Above the soil the bucket of milk appeared frosty and
supremely scintillating; inevitably enticing cats from
the midst of their celestial sleep to gather around in
unison and sip,
While beneath the soil the same milk seemed
horrendously dirty; perseveringly inching its way
downwards towards the deep belly.
Above the soil the eggs hatched into scores of
immaculate fledglings; harmoniously puncturing the
atmosphere with their lovely rambunctious sounds and
noises,
While beneath the soil the same eggs got
overwhelmingly burdened with bulky mud; strangulated
miserably to even spread their legs.
Above the soil the cluster of hideous snakes enjoyed
unparalleled privilege in hunting for their succulent
prey; easily sighting it in austerely brilliant rays
of sunlight,
While beneath the soil the same snakes slithered in
gloomy mysticism; having only to content with dead
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worms and a festoon of inconspicuous bodied ant.
Above the soil the pages of the book seemed a treat to
read and intricately decipher; with the battalion of
words prudently embossed inside capturing the true
essence of life under silvery rays of moonlight,
While beneath the soil the same book became simply
inaudible to read; and the termites attacked it
pathetically from all sides of its hard bound
periphery.
Above the soil the fleet of butterflies danced and
frolicked euphorically generating ebullient draughts
of fresh air; hardly sat for a minute besieged by the
ardor of their activity,
While beneath the soil the same butterflies lost their
petite wings; had monstrous difficulty to even open
their eyes.
And above the soil I lived in blissful tandem with the
Universe; wandering and exploring; conquering and
relishing; romancing and procreating,
While beneath the soil the same me; found my place to
rest for centuries unprecedented; as a matter of fact;
found my own corpse.…
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BALANCE
The eagle soaring handsomely in the air; balanced
itself adroitly on its pair of long wings,
The car traversing like a bullet on the satiny carpet
of land; balanced itself beautifully on its armory of
splendidly inflated tyres,
The colossal building standing on obdurate soil;
balanced itself with nonchalant ease on its
tremendously fortified foundations,
The cockroach transgressing mournfully towards the
sordid lavatory seat; balanced itself with precision
degrees of control on its fleet of multiple legs,
The gigantic tree looming large in the bountiful
fields; balanced itself amazingly on its jugglery of
slender branches; its entwined ensemble of juicy
roots,
The boundless pages of the medieval history book;
balanced themselves dexterously on the flimsily
serrated thread in the absolute center,
The voluptuously rosy tongue; balanced itself
marvelously between the two intricate chambers of
mouth,
The impeccably flawless shirt; balanced itself
gorgeously on its entire festoon of rotund buttons;
its dual pair of languidly suspended sleeves,
The ingeniously crafted tiny brain; balanced itself
tranquilly between two synchronized hemispheres,
The sizzling cup of heavenly flavored tea; balanced
itself divinely between the edges and the compact
bottom of the kingly ivory cup,
The celestial waterfall culminating into an
superlatively alluring spray after smashing against
the rocks; balanced itself animatedly between the
gargantuan cliffs of the indefatigably towering
mountain,
The corrugated carpet of road; balanced itself
meticulously between a dispersed fraternity of
vehicles; ranging from as varied as flamboyantly
whirring cars to the impoverished and diminutively
squeaky bicycle,
The wooden body of big boat; balanced itself
delectably between its pair of gawky oars and the
tumultuous fury of the rustic sea,
The perennial coat of absolute darkness; balanced
itself magnificently between the brilliantly
illuminated day and the shimmering wall of resplendent
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twilight,
The stubbornly protruding nose; balanced itself in
splendid unison between both the island's of rubicund
cheek and the merrily dangling earlobes,
The sacrosanct demeanor o the glistening bell;
skillfully balanced itself between the holy interiors
of the temple and the air circulating placidly
outside,
The countless lines sprawled on the sweaty persona of
palm; stupendously balanced themselves between the
long knotted fingers and the sturdily sculptured
wrist,
The dog inundated with fathomless fur on its skin;
balanced its intransigently curved tail between its
abraded claws and angled legs,
Every human trespassing on the trajectory of this
planet; balanced himself magnificently on his two feet
and strong arms,
And every life spawned in this Universe by the
Creator; sagaciously balanced itself between its share
of enchantingly good and diabolically bad…..
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BEAUTIFUL DWELLING
For me it was a retreat where I could shout
uninhibitedly; without caring a damn about the
pretentious society,
For me it was a castle in which I could parade with or
without my bombastic fabric; wear the most shriveled
and bedraggled attire of my very own choice,
For me it was a tunnel in which I could swim and
frolic; applying tons of slippery mud and wild grass
on my supple body,
For me it was a hut in which I could dream
unrelentingly all day and night; without the slightest
barricade or disturbance from the horrendously
conventional world,
For me it was an invincible fortress which sequestered
my scalp from brilliant sunshine in the day; warded
off the tiniest of evil in the perilously shivering
night,
For me it was a delectably placid heaven; where I
could dance in unprecedented jubilation anytime,
For me it was a sky of mesmerizing fantasy; where I
could conceive the most bizarre and wildest of things;
and yet find a right to stay blissfully alive,
For me it was an ocean of fathomless enchantment;
where I could stay in complete oblivion from the
planet; and yet admire it from my colossal balcony,
For me it was a warehouse of appetizing food; a
ravishing enclosure to appease my gluttony several
times in a single day; and that too masticating the
meal of my choice,
For me it was a golden mattress embodied with
flocculent buds of raw cotton; where I could walk in
my most natural state; without adhering to the
stringent norms of gaudy fashion and pompous clothing,
For me it was a voluptuously blossoming garden; where
I could leisurely stroll at any stage of the
acrimonious day; inundate its interiors with the most
wacky perfume of my choice,
For me it was a rainbow of vivacious colors; where I
could entertain myself to the fullest; nostalgically
reminisce in the glory of my innocuous childhood;
without a soul to interrupt me,
For me it was an asylum where I could behave like an
insane lunatic; let the diabolical part of me
fulminate to its most overwhelming capacity,
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For me it was a laboratory to carry on my ingenious
experiments; keep evolving millions of lines of poetry
without actually getting in the way of the
intransigently unsparing critics,
For me it was an inevitably precious jewel; which
incredulously augmented my existing charm; making me
the darling of my sacrosanct wife,
For me it was a sprawling playground scattered with
umpteenth number of alluring toys; a place where I
could talk to my children with the supreme freedom of
a crown prince,
For me it was a divinely temple; wherein I vehemently
revered and kept the idol of my God; prayed to it
incessantly every morning; before I eventually
departed for interacting with the disdainful world,
For me it was a fountain of boisterous activity; with
each day bringing in loads of unsurpassable excitement
and astonishing fun,
To be succinctly precise; let me instead curtail the
lengthy discussion; and sign off ecstatically by just
saying; that it was indeed my daintily adorable and
"BEAUTIFUL DWELLING"….
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EVERY DAY
In the beginning I perceived that if I consumed
colossal morsels of food at a time; then I would be
saving myself the bother of painstakingly masticating
for the next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my devouring the
same; that hunger pangs in my stomach began to
thunderously reverberate; and in the end I inevitably
compromised on scrupulously taking in my meals; every
day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I bathed
relentlessly at a time; voraciously scrubbing my body
with soap and stringent antiseptic; then I would be
saving myself the bother of disdainfully taking a bath
in cold water in every shivering morning; for the next
couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my washing my
persona; that there crept an uncanny feeling in my
brain of being disheveled and dirty; and in the end I
inevitably compromised on meticulously taking bath;
every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I walked
indefatigably flexing the muscles of my leg; then I
would be saving myself the bother of keeping even a
foot on the earth; for the next couple of marathon
weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of running inexorably
on the ground; that my legs pertinently ached to
boisterously jog; and in the end I inevitably
compromised on robustly walking; every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I guzzled a
complete well replete with sparkling water at a time;
then I would be saving myself the bother of
incessantly taking the pain of sipping liquid down my
throat; for the next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my gulping down the
Natural elixir; that my parched mouth pathetically
cried for more solvent; and in the end I inevitably
compromised on drinking water several times; every
day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I laughed in
deafening guffaws all night; then I would be saving
myself the bother of tenaciously stretching the
muscles of my cheek; for the next couple of marathon
weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my uninhibitedly
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spreading my teeth; that my stomach propelled me to
giggle again; and in the end I inevitably compromised
on fabulously smiling several times; every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I studied
tirelessly; read every piece of literature that lay
scattered in vicinity at a time; then I would be
saving myself the bother of straining my eyes on
intricate writing; for the next couple of marathon
weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my finishing the
bulky textbooks; that there arose an inscrutable
curiosity in my visage of knowing what was the speed
of white light; and in the end I inevitably
compromised on diligently reading and imbibing; every
day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I wept
hysterically; passionately beating my chest with my
tightly curled fists at a time; then I would be saving
myself the bother of shedding precious tears; for the
next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my crying
spuriously; that I witnessed a tragedy on the streets
which compelled my eyes to glisten in astonished
horror; and in the end I inevitably compromised of
feeling sensitively for mankind; sharing peoples
inexplicable sorrow; every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I fantasized and
loved vehemently at a time; then I would be saving
myself the bother of taxing my brain for the next
couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my envisaging
tantalizing romance; that there arose an
insurmountable urge in my countenance to dream again;
and in the end I inevitably compromised of
compassionately loving; every day.
And in the beginning I perceived that if I took in
boundless breaths at a time; then I would be saving
myself the bother of exerting the jacket of my soft
lungs; rest in celestial peace without pressurizing my
heart; for the next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my exhilarating
activity; that there occurred an unrelenting gasp in
my ribs for more fresh air; and in the end I
inevitably compromised of leading life slowly and
steadily; every day…
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DYING FOR THE FIRST TIME
The outlines of vivacious trees seemed to be getting
blurred as the minutes unveiled; with their colossal
demeanor now appearing as sandwiched matchsticks,
The atmosphere seemed to be getting colder by the
instant; although the air surrounding me was at the
astronomical peak of sweltering summer,
The cars transgressing in vicinity seemed to be an
obfuscated whiz; as if blotches of soft cotton sped
forward at thunderous velocities,
The deafening roar of the panther; seemed to be like
an inconspicuous squeak; although the beast kept
incessantly parading round my persona,
The fingers of my palm felt like squelched jelly;
collapsing with a thud on the ground; no matter how
intractably I tried to hold them up,
The color of the flamboyantly pugnacious Sun; seemed
like a pallid white mushroom lying scattered in
oblivion on the ground,
The boundlessly towering mountain ranges in the
surrounding; seemed like a weak stone lying nimbly
beside my palm,
The ingratiatingly appetizing morsels of food and
ravishing water lying before my feet; seemed to be
completely bland; like a wriggling worm engulfed with
slime,
The artists spell binding painting embodied on
scintillating white canvas; seemed like a lame duck
floating without a single droplet of water,
The mammoth barrel of heavenly crimson whisky; seemed
to be like a diminutive mosquito irascibly bothering
me in my ears,
The impeccable white shirt which the farmer was
wearing; seemed to be profusely entrenched with
diabolically ghastly blood,
The timidly placid waves of the ocean; seemed as if
they were satanically caressing the pearly moon,
The infinitesimal bodied ants crawling on the marshy
ground; seemed like ghoulishly colossal monsters;
making a dash towards my neck,
The glittering heap of accolades that I had won all
throughout the tenure of my life; seemed like a
baseless piece of stinking shit,
The toes sewn to my indigenously bohemian feet; felt
as heavy as a sac full of stones; intransigently
protested to move an inch,
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The beats of my violently palpitating heart; seemed to
be reducing drastically by the unfurling moment; a
stupendously ghastly pale now enveloped my other
rubicund chin,
The nostalgic memories of my innocuous childhood; the
people whom I most ardently revered all along my life;
now deluged my brain with ethereally fleeting images,
The silken cocoon of clouds hovering in the austerely
empty sky; seemed to be at whisker lengths from my
nose,
Everything around me appeared hazily
obliterated; the
most celestial of things seemed to be disastrously
plagued; the most passionate of my memories seemed to
be mixing with threadbare mud,
And my breath was just on the verge of relinquishing
me forever to blend with the Almighty awaiting my
arrival in Heaven; as I take this dismal opportunity
to pen down some of my horrendous experiences; before
finally dying; before dying for the first time in my
life….
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HALF A VICTORY
It nimbly swished its tail; as the blaring horns of
boundless trapped vehicles; deluged the membranes of
its intricate ear,
It incorrigibly refrained to listen; payed a
wholesomely deaf ear; as hordes of people hooted in
thunderous cacophony all around,
It nonchalantly exonerated all appeals by pedestrians
to clear the way; displayed its disgusting disapproval
by a feeble flap of its earlobe,
It stood in solitary silence in the midst of the
boisterous activity; preferred to gently lick its
innocuous calf; rather than walking a step forward;
making way for the armory of mammoth trucks blowing
their horns to ultimate capacity,
It bloated pompously in conceited pride at the very
thought of being the most talked about; invited tiny
toddlers to adorn its back; even as their parents
admonished them stringently of not doing so,
It merrily lapped at water in an obsolete monsoon pond
on the pavement; as countless number of dreary
passengers blurted a volley of abuse; utterly famished
and miserably trapped in their claustrophobic jeeps,
It blissfully erupted into slimy cakes of cowdung;
celestially defecating its morning meal; as several
denizens on the street coughed and abysmally stuttered
towards inevitable smoke and suffocation,
It stupendously relished the inclement cold with its
coat of impeccably white skin; while the youngsters
trapped way behind in the haphazardly synchronized
traffic; dreadfully envisaged the face of their angry
beloved; who would terrorize their cheeks with
tenacious slaps; for reaching embarrassingly late,
It fantasized for hours immemorial without fluttering
an eyelid; insipidly shook its body to drive away the
festoon of cheeky flies feasting on the folds of its
neck; while infinite businessmen jolted right from the
midst of their harmonious sleep; ordered the driver to
abdicate their automobile; took to the wheel
themselves and swerved violently on the tarmac to
catch the evening flight in an absolute jiffy,
It playfully conversed with umpteenth others of its
fraternity; whispering its tale of anguished woes;
standing like a formidably impregnable fortress; in
the center of the stridently clanging traffic and
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frugal bits of free space,
It rubbed its nose on the ground deliberately to be
sympathetic for its impoverished self; while the inept
police station resonated in the throes of
indefatigable shrill ringing activity; as citizens
resorted to the same in a last bid to reach the
abnormally long looking finishing line,
It slowly gallivanted around like an immaculately mute
spectator; sniffing about fruits strewn in vicinity
which it supremely cherished; while the crowds on the
roads kept augmenting; reaching an unprecedented
zenith as the primordial minutes unveiled themselves
into marathon hours,
It took a short nap granting eternal rest to its
overwhelmingly overstuffed belly; while helpless
plebeians shrieked and wailed in fervently mounting
frustration,
It inhaled in profusely divine long breaths; while the
battalion of haplessly stranded civilians staggered
hopelessly for bellows of fresh and ravishing breath,
It angrily kicked at a philanthropist trying to cajole
it to shift its dwelling to a safer haven; hovered its
pugnacious horns for evoking some moments of
frolicking mischief; even before the man could say
sorry and exit,
It intransigently remained riveted to its place;
although some clever farmers tried to lure it with a
packed bundle of green grass and delectable leaf;
thereby instilled in individuals all around that
patience is indeed the persevering virtue to
unparalleled success,
It awoke children in their cozy dwelling from their
surreal day dreams; as they gathered around its body
to admire and play with its marvelously lovely tail,
And in the end; when the thunderously deplorable
sounds of horns; the relentless cursing of people; the
ambience inundated with rampant mayhem; was getting a
trifle too much on its nerves to bear; the Cow still
didn't
shift a centimeter from the heart of the road; instead
curled its legs snobbishly and sat; giving the humans
profoundly disturbed and distressed; their well
deserved "HALF A VICTORY"....
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SQUINT EYED
Some presumed that I was staring towards the sky;
while some felt that I gazed towards the gutter
flowing across cold ground,
Some presumed that I was staring as straight as an
arrow towards the blackboard; while some felt that I
was flirting around with beautiful girls sitting by
the corner,
Some presumed that I was staring towards the scarlet
cherries strewn on the embellished dining table; while
some felt that I was conversing merrily with my
revered mother,
Some presumed that I was staring at the haystack
trying to search for the inconspicuous little needle;
while some felt that I was trying to capture the
bull's attention to get stupidly gored,
Some presumed that I was staring at the fleet of birds
flying high and handsome in air; while some felt that
I peering down the crease of my garishly striped pant,
Some presumed that I was staring pleadingly at my Boss
spuriously adorned on the golden chair; while some
felt that I was capriciously looking out of the
ventilator fitted a few inches beneath the square
ceiling,
Some presumed that I was staring at the boisterous
street inundated with normal pedestrians and swanky
cars; while some felt that I was watching television;
lazily dozing in the plush drawing room,
Some presumed that I was staring at fish in the waters
of the ocean; while some felt that I profoundly
admired the stars shine,
Some presumed that I was staring relentlessly at my
wife; while some felt that my gaze was furtively
concentrated on the exotically alluring neighboring
window,
Some presumed that I was staring
at the mosquitoes
hovering incessantly around my nose; while some felt
that I was appreciating the grizzly lizard
incorrigibly stuck to the middle of the ceiling,
Some presumed that I was staring at the pages of the
literary textbook; while some felt that I was trying
to peevishly count the number of hair on my silken
scalp,
Some presumed that I was staring into the bathroom
mirror for hours immemorial; while some felt that I
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followed every movement of the sordid cockroach on the
sparkling white floor,
Some presumed that I was staring unforgivingly at the
hideous monster; while some felt that I was in the
midst of blissfully mesmerizing fantasy; voraciously
rolling my eyeballs from side to side,
Some presumed that I was staring at the festoon of
crimson roses sprouting in voluptuous tandem from the
soil; while some felt that I was violently searching
for my loved ones in brilliant daylight,
Some presumed that I was staring innocuously at the
Judge seated on the cradle of irrefutable justice;
while some felt that I looked towards the floor in
cowardly guilty submission,
Some presumed that I was staring at my watch adroitly
wound across my wrist; while some felt that I looked
wistfully at the clouds; anticipating thunderbolts of
tantalizing rain,
Some presumed that I was staring at the statue of my
God placed dead straight; while some felt that I was
haphazardly searching for my way on the crowded and
bustling lane,
Some presumed that I was staring at her celestially
romantic doorstep; while some felt that I was gazing
at the old mans forehead,
Some presumed that I was staring at the opalescent
fountains fulminating at astronomical heights in the
serene atmosphere; while some felt that I nodded every
now and then at my vaguely obscure shadow on the
ground,
And although I might be squint eyed; I was still
better than most of you would ever think; as I
possessed this inherently uncanny ability to
completely fool whomsoever I desired; whenever I
wanted; which you miserably failed to imbibe the
slightest; even though you had two pairs of perfect
eyes; during the course of your entire lifetime…
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A BUCKET OF BREATH
A bucket of stones; to built and resurrect my
gruesomely broken dwelling,
A bucket of sparkling water; to clean my unwashed
body; annihilate the last iota of dirt incorrigibly
adhering to remote corner of my skin,
A bucket of food; to wholesomely appease the
overwhelming pangs of hunger in my famished stomach;
my volcanic desire to chew,
A bucket of flocculent cotton fluff; to impart me with
compassionate warmth in the heart of frozen winter,
A bucket of intractable glue; to coalesce the
shattered fragments of distorted glass in which I
sighted my heavenly reflection,
A bucket of scintillating pearls; to sustain the
vagaries of day to day and uncouthly monotonous life,
A bucket of feather tipped pens; to emboss and evolve
infinite lines of spell binding literature,
A bucket of ominously black clouds; showering
thunderbolts of tantalizing rain on the trajectory of
this scorched planet,
A bucket of antiseptic detergent; to decimate those
inconspicuous germs lingering round my immaculate
persona,
A bucket of sizzling tea; to profusely reinvigorate
and stimulate my every languidly dreary morning,
A bucket of appetizing brown chocolate; to stringently
awaken the dormant dormitories of my brain,
A bucket of fortified sticks; granting me that
impregnable prowess of defending myself against the
most heinously hostile of enemy,
A bucket of dead and stupendously lifeless bones; to
make me realize the value of harmoniously precious
life,
A bucket of incomprehensibly enigmatic enigmas; to
prolifically rekindle my dying imagination,
A bucket of flabby caps; to wholesomely sequester me
from acerbic rays of the flaming Sun,
A bucket of looming watches; to accurately depict to
me every unleashing minute of the day,
A bucket of crisp bonded paper; to facilitate me to
compile a grandiloquent book harnessed with my very
own blood,
A bucket of freshly extracted poignant ocean salt; to
deluge my lackadaisical life with loads of seductive
vibrancy,
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A bucket of uncontrollable love; to flood my
impoverished visage with the ecstatic fire to leap;
the turbulent urge to exist amongst a pack of savage
wolves on this planet,
And a bucket of breath to inundate my jacket of
fragile brown lungs with freshly reinvigorating air;
granting me the unprecedented tenacity to survive;
granting me an indomitable urge to live my complete
quota of destined years…
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SWEET ALARM CLOCK
I marched rambunctiously up the steps to my office;
greeted my boss before anybody else could with a
profoundly amicable smile,
While he slept lazily on his cozy bed; even well past
brilliant afternoon.
I got ready for the high priority business meeting;
sat in synchronized harmony beside the delegate
adorned in an expensively embellished suit; with my
pulse nearly racing out of my heart,
While he nimbly turned his back from one side to
another; inadvertently shrugged at the flies hovering
pertinently round his cheek.
I bounced boisterously on the vacant streets at the
crack of glistening dawn; relentlessly admiring the
Sun as it shone to its most overwhelming radiance,
While he drew the quilt even more tenaciously over his
head; shielding his eyes even from the tiniest trace
of white light.
I jogged fervently through the verdant lawns; with
ravishing grass incessantly tickling my dreary feet;
letting infinite globules of golden perspiration
dribble down my arms,
While he emanated a volley of thunderous snores;
inundating the blissful atmosphere around with his
disdainfully pugnacious sound.
I dug gargantuan chunks of fresh soil with my hands as
hostile rays of afternoon filtered through my hazel
eyes; sowed a cluster of salubrious seed in every
visible quarter of fecund land,
While he dozed like the most treacherous demon on this
planet; sleeping invincibly with his bohemian feet
pointing towards the garland of resplendent stars.
I executed each of my task meticulously as the clock
indefatigably ticked; harmoniously carrying out all my
duties of the day without the slightest of
circumspection or bewilderment,
While he sucked his big thumb worse than a small baby;
with a mountain of silken pillow profusely enveloping
his scalp.
I leapt in ecstatic jubilation in torrential sheets of
voluptuous rain; splashing my entire persona in the
freshly sparkling stream of seductive water,
While he mumbled incoherent words in his divinely
reverie; refrained to budge an inch; even as a
battalion of red cockroach crawled in his limp ear.
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I immensely relished each shade of the day;
flamboyantly marched past the serene seaside; with the
congenial evening breeze kissing fabulously across my
chest,
While he didn’t even know the world in which he was
living; whether it was stringent morning outside or
ghastly night.
I reaped the most blissful of merits in life;
optimizing each opportunity that came my way; climbing
the ladders to unprecedented success and irrefutable
prosperity,
While he poked his tongue out a trifle; slavered
pathetically at the mouth; let the parasites around
suck his morbid blood without being perturbed one bit.
And the only difference between me and him was; that I
woke up with a jolted start every morning; as my sweet
alarm clock whipped the last ounce of my sleep with
its deafening noise,
While he was left miserably asleep and doped till well
past after midnight; till when infact I had
victoriously completed my full quota of days; my
complete quota of enchanting nights…
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THE COLOR OF MY CHEEKS
The color of my cheeks was whiter than the innocuous
Moon; when I just got up from sleep with the first
rays of ethereal dawn,
The color of my cheeks was more crimson than the
poignant rose; when the girl of my surreal dreams;
flirtatiously glimpsed at my countenance,
The color of my cheeks was a morbid yellow; when I was
enveloped by the ominous swirl of ghastly fever,
The color of my cheeks was a tangy blue; as I reached
the shores after swimming voraciously for marathon
hours in the vivaciously salty ocean,
The color of my cheeks was a mischievous chocolate
brown; after I rhapsodically trespassed through a
slippery slurry of mud; and the rain thunderously
pelting down,
The color of my cheeks was a brilliantly shimmering
yellow; after I stood for gigantic hours under the
sweltering midday Sun,
The color of my cheeks was an incorrigible pink; as I
entered my dwelling after spending countless hours
sandwiched between colossal slabs of raw ice,
The color of my cheeks was a sparkling golden; after I
scrubbed them voraciously with stringently pungent
cakes of fat antiseptic,
The color of my cheeks was blacker than the deplorable
coal mines; when I starved myself for weeks on the
trot; sat in an obsolete corner sequestered
wholesomely from the outside world,
The color of my cheeks was an overwhelmingly ashen
grey; as I heard the news of the ship sinking; the
treacherous tale of my compatriots losing their lives
under cold water,
The color of my cheeks was greener than the curled
grass; when I sat under the placid shade of the tree;
with its astronomically foliate branches flooding my
senses with rejuvenated fervor,
The color of my cheeks was more transparent than the
scintillating mirror; when I was in a mood to convey
the most surreptitious of thoughts candidly,
The color of my cheeks was a fiery red; when I marched
forward in volatile anger; vindictively resolving to
teach my erring adversary the lesson of his life,
The color of my cheeks was more blended than a
rainbow; when a battalion of girls kissed them; all
embellished with myriad textures of swanky lipstick,
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The color of my cheeks was a trifle hazy; as I freshly
passed out through the conglomerate of puffy clouds,
The color of my cheeks was a pathetic violet; as I
consumed frugal amounts of venom; to gently experience
the process of extinction,
The color of my cheeks was pragmatically normal; when
I intensely concentrated on my work; paid heed to
nothing else but the process called practical and
routine life,
The color of my cheeks was celestially heavenly; when
I had just taken birth; exhaled my first breath on
this mesmerizing planet,
And the color of my cheeks disappeared in entirety;
floating like an inconspicuous thread into remote
oblivion; as I breathed my last; as I was buried
fathomless feet in my grave after being declared
dead….
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BIG THUMB
When I held it dead straight and candidly in free
space; people thought I was being overwhelmingly rude
and cheeky,
When I sucked it passionately in my mouth; people
thought I was just an innocuously overgrown child;
unfit to exist in monotonous society,
When I curled it stubbornly to form a fist; people
thought I was in an invidiously wild mood to punch and
fight,
When I slanted it a trifle towards the left or right;
people thought I wanted a brazen and speedy lift,
When I pressed it ardently on scintillating white
paper after dipping it in sapphire pools of ink;
people thought that I was illiterate; didn’t even know
how to prudently sign,
When I raised it above my shoulders for incessant
lengths of time; people thought that I gruesomely
stranded; wanted to abscond to more blissful places
than the eerie mist surrounding me,
When I folded it pathetically into boundless knots;
people thought that I was disdainfully maim;
endeavoring my best against crippled time,
When I tapped it relentlessly on the desk; people
thought that I was peevishly irritated; desired to be
left in immortal peace and all alone,
When I rubbed it voraciously across my armory of
teeth; people thought I had dropped freshly from the
rustic village; wasn’t acquainted the slightest to
contemporary toothbrush and stringent paste,
When I hoisted it vivaciously towards my friends in
times of perilous examinations; people thought that I
was wishing my comrades all the very best,
When I probed it forward to sprinkle crimson vermilion
in the hair of my beloved; people thought I had tied
the nuptial thread; bonded myself into the swirl of
sacred marriage,
When I ominously hurled in sedate atmosphere; people
thought I had intentions of breaking somebody's nose;
waded back in petrified terror,
When I obnoxiously pointed it downwards towards black
mud; people thought I was in a mood to contemptuously
insult; ridicule sagacious entities to inconspicuous
dust,
When I caressed it on colossal slabs of white ice;
people thought that I trying to generate tremors of
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inexplicable excitement in my languidly dreary
persona,
When I whole heartedly offered it to kids to play;
people thought that I was extremely philanthropic; had
this insatiable desire to help human kind,
When I twisted it fervently to capsize the pen; people
thought that I was in an uninhibited spree to write,
When I engulfed it wholesomely with colored gloves;
people thought that I was involved in heinous crimes;
was trying to surreptitiously sequester my trail of
vulnerable fingerprints,
When I feverishly bit it umpteenth number of times in
the day; people thought that I was encapsulated with
incomprehensible anxiety; was waiting for precarious
time to rapidly unveil,
When I held it intractably against my lips; people
thought I was trying to intimidate them into
brutalized silence,
When I amicably waved it towards the chair; people
thought that I instructing them to congenially sit and
relish in fantasy,
O! My God; although it was just a short stub of fat
flesh protruding from my palms; my big thumb was
really something to ponder about; my big thumb was
incredulously astounding….
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SOMETHING THAT POURS FROM THE HEART
Poetry is something as mystical as the mountains;
shimmering majestically on the rivers in diffused
beams of brilliant sunshine,
Poetry is something as astonishing as the glittering
gold biscuits entrenched deep beneath earth; emanating
a profound glow that blended poignantly with the
atmosphere,
Poetry is something as ingratiating as the hissing
serpent; deluging the morbid ambience around with
overwhelming exhilaration,
Poetry is something as ravishing as the blossoming
petals of rubicund rose; wafting its essence
ubiquitously through all continents of this colossal
Universe,
Poetry is something as grandiloquent as the
incredulously embellished castle; offering an abode to
anyone afflicted by inexplicable distress,
Poetry is something as vivacious as the magnificently
swirling ocean; with each of its tangy waves
fulminating into a blanket of pungent froth,
Poetry is something as magnanimous as the clouds;
which bless the parched soil and ground with
torrential showers of mesmerizing rain,
Poetry is something as resplendent as the fathomless
rainbow; dissipating into vibrant shades of
magnificently animated color,
Poetry is something as exuberant as the cheekily
dancing peacock; incarcerating millions in its
stupendously enamoring swirl,
Poetry is something as innocuous as the new born
infant; touching the hearts of even the most
diabolical with irrefutable ardor,
Poetry is something as soft as voluptuously woven pure
silk; exquisitely binding every religion prevalent on
this planet,
Poetry is something as ingenious as the bubbling buds
of mushroom; evolving into celestial sprouts of
wonderful white,
Poetry is something as invincible as immortal love;
not bound by any spurious intricacy of the monotonous
outside world,
Poetry is something as flamboyant as the fiery Sun;
diffusing its sweltering rays to stringently sizzle
even the tiniest nook and cranny of this globe,
Poetry is something as sweet as delectable crusts of
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brown chocolate; arousing the most dormantly dead
senses in the body, with unprecedented amounts of
rejuvenated vigor,
Poetry is something as exotic as the alluring dancers
nimble footsteps; that keep reverberating for times
immemorial; even after she relinquished to perform,
Poetry is something as sacrosanct as the holistic cows
pearly milk; paving a path of impeccable truth in
whosoever who fervently witnesses it,
Poetry is something as thunderous as the cyclonic
sandstorm; which swept incessantly with passionate
strokes every day across the boundlessly barren
deserts,
Poetry is as swarming as the rambunctious beehives;
occupied by countless bees indefatigably busy in
spinning tons of golden honey,
And for me poetry is entirely independent of rhyme;
meter; structure; mending; tailoring; crisping;
written in the most incredulous forms possible;
irrespective of age; language; caste; creed or race;
O! yes poetry for me is SOMETHING THAT POURS DIRECTLY
FROM THE HEART…..
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SMALL BOX OF MATCHSTICKS
Don’t just consider them to be lifeless pieces of
wood; soggy and extruding black beads of stingy coal,
Don’t just consider them to be a minuscule strand of
orphaned stick; lying obsolete on the streets awaiting
ardently to be kicked,
Don’t just consider them to be a neglected trash lying
dilapidated in the dustbin; rotting in morbidly
insipid gloom,
Don’t just consider them to be a soiled wire coalesced
in an obnoxious heap with the squalid soil; being
trampled infinite times in a single day,
Don’t just consider them to be an incoherent needle; a
chunk of worthless shit strewn rampantly amongst the
proliferating wilderness,
Don’t just consider them to be a dreary speck;
emanating an incredulously ghoulish odor in the placid
atmosphere,
Don’t just consider them to be brutally squelched left
overs of furniture; wailing miserably under the
uncannily shimmering beams of moon,
Don’t just consider them to be worthless beads of
profusely broken thorns; burying infinite feet beneath
the earth at the slightest of shoving,
Don’t just consider them to be globs of savagely
pulverized saw dust; having absolutely no complete
entity of their own,
Don’t just consider them to be coating of a dolorously
decaying bone; disdainfully polluting the entire area
which they infinitesimally inhabited,
Don’t just consider them to be diminutive ants with a
black ghastly head; staring indefatigably at each
other in nervous exhilaration,
Don’t just consider them to be an insipid follicle of
hair; shattering into boundless fragments of dirt the
instant one inadvertently caressed them,
Don’t just consider them to be a lifeless skin of
vegetable; waiting in overwhelming anticipation to be
dumped into the farthest corner of the city gutter,
Don’t just consider them to be shivering crusts of
stale bread; blowing away to fathomless kilometers of
distance with the tiniest draught of exuberant wind,
Don’t just consider them to be a minuscule thread
smaller than the key hole; possessing a life of less
than even a whole minute,
Don’t just consider them to be a favorite meal for the
woodpecker; devouring their entire countenance in a
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singly gulp of its mighty beak,
Don’t just consider them to be a horrendously
distorted wire with no electricity; hiding themselves
way beneath the mud as the sun came out sweltering
from the blazing sky,
And don’t just consider them to be without a meaning
or value in this colossal world; selling at the most
threadbare rates in the contemporary market,
For all they needed was just a tiny bellow of air; an
incomprehensibly frigid rubbing against abraded stone;
and then my SMALL BOX OF MATCHSTICKS, had the prowess
to char blissful territories into veritable
graveyards; laugh to their hearts content; as the so
called planet which had once ridiculed them; was now
nothing but a ball of diabolically rising flames….
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STARVED
Every writer is starved for a publisher; the
indispensable channel to propagate his work
ubiquitously into the entire world,
Every granule of desert sand is starved for
cloudbursts of rain; those glistening globules of
water to impart it with new life,
Every eye is starved for beauty; those ravishing forms
of mysticism which grant unsurpassable pleasure and a
glint to its exhausted persona,
Every valley is starved for an echo; that voluptuously
resonating sound that clashes delectably against the
gloominess of the still atmosphere,
Every scorpion is starved for a sting; those robust
globs of innocuous flesh; which grace it the
astronomical privilege of piercing its ominous
tentacles,
Every sports car is starved for a driver; who can grip
its steering wheel with insurmountable machismo; speed
it at whirlwind speeds; with its nozzle handsomely
permeating through majestic carpets of air,
Every dog is starved for a bone; the tantalizing
slices of red meat to appease its gluttony till
unprecedented limits,
Every mosquito is starved for immaculate entities; on
whose impeccable flesh it could sit all day; and
satanically suck blood all throughout the savage
night,
Every lip is starved for a kiss; that volatile inferno
of unimaginable passion it stirred at the tiniest of
caress,
Every armpit is starved for sweat; that fountain of
shimmering juice which made it feel all the more
stupendously exotic,
Every ear is starved for the voice of the nightingale;
that ingratiating fantasy which it inevitably
fomented; as it slowly drifted before blending with
the senses,
Every knuckle is starved for a punch; that astounding
feeling of bravado which irrefutably descended; as it
pounded through loose balls of open space,
Every soul is starved for childhood; those profusely
mischievous moments which divinely tickled it to rise
higher above the angels,
Every barren pond is starved for the royal lotus; the
magnanimously alluring odor that profoundly
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illuminated each second of its unfurling life,
Every telephone is starved for a melodious ring; that
inexorably tinkling sound that made all around it rise
with unanimous solidarity,
Every butterfly was starved for sunlight; those fiery
beams of the Sun God which filtered optimistic rays of
hope in its miserably cloistered existence; engendered
it to dance and fly,
Every mind was starved for ravishing fantasy;
fathomlessly fabulous dreams which incessantly kept it
in a state of perpetual bliss,
Every heart was starved for its beloved; the
incomprehensible ardor she generated to unrelentingly
accelerate its each beat,
And every life was starved for love; that immortal
affinity it solely desired since the time it took its
first breath; the very reason it was still breathing
and alive….
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MOUSE TRAP
I waited ardently all night and day to imprison your
tiny grace; enticing you with my balls of tangy
cheese,
I inhabited the most illuminated corner of the room;
so that you could sight me in profound traces of white
light,
I greedily glimpsed the minuscule of your intricate
movement; fervently following your diminutive
silhouette like a panther on the prowl,
I surreptitiously envisaged countless strategies to
torment you; inevitably opening my lid a trifle in
insurmountable agony,
I incessantly relished the bouncy pairs of springs in
my body; the soft chunks of sponge sprawled in
haphazard disharmony in my gleaming cage,
I had this sole ambition to trap you in my present
life; with my mind indefatigably revolving round the
contours of your pertinent body,
I was partly impaired from crystalline vision;
witnessed the outside world as an partially obfuscated
haze through my myriad of bars and rods,
I was procurable at threadbare rates from the market;
with people generally wading their hands as far from
me; as consummately possible,
I shivered in the freezing cold every night; while my
master had a smashing time sandwiched handsomely under
the gorgeously woven exquisite quilt,
I was wholesomely illiterate since infantile birth;
the only name that I ruthlessly chanted each second
was yours; impatiently awaiting to savagely besiege
you,
I had remained starved since fathomless decades;
feasting on only bottomless perceptions of rubicund
flesh,
I got barbarically kicked infinite times in a single
day; with people washing their feet soon after with
the strongest of medicinal herb; instead of depicting
traces of poignant empathy,
I didn’t need a single penny for survival; bore the
brunt of drought and flood with overwhelming
equanimity on my rusty body,
I hardly knew what day of the month it was; with a
battalion of red ant and irascible termites crawling
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freely on my slippery hinges,
I had a disdainfully obnoxious stench emanating from
my soiled demeanor; was repugnant to whomsoever who
had his eyes on my dilapidated condition,
I stood just a few inches above the ground; always
feeling overpowered by all entities who trespassed
heavily through the cold ground,
I harbored dirt and fetid filth all throughout my
existence; wistfully hoping for you to stealthily pass
by my side,
And I might just appear to be an empty container of
junky iron; rotting in the realms of unprecedented
agony and solitary gloom,
But mind you "Mouse"; I the "Mouse Trap" have always
wanted to gobble you all my life; and once you were in
my custody you little scoundrel; try as hard as you
can; let even the sky come down on earth; But this
time I wont let you out…..
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POURED
The conglomerate of sinister black clouds in the
cosmos; poured cloudbursts of torrential rain,
The blazing body of flamboyantly ferocious Sun; poured
a garland of profoundly enchanting and fulminating
light,
The voluptuously crested nightingale seated on the fir
tree; poured a stream of seductively melodious sounds,
The lanky candlestick sizzling in an inferno of
handsomely dancing flames; poured an unrelenting river
of delectably pearly wax,
The Moon tantalizingly impregnated amidst the quilt of
resplendent stars; poured an ocean of uninhibited and
milky white beams,
The island of alluringly scarlet roses; poured a
valley of stupendously wonderful and exotic redolence,
The oyster held up high in the sky; poured an
incredulously enticing volley of immaculately
captivating pearls,
The mind at absolute bliss; poured an unfathomable
terrain of emphatically varied and enigmatically
tingling fantasy,
The fountain pen inundated with sapphire pools of
poignant ink; poured a royal lake of majestically
embellished and passionate words,
The cat perched agitatedly on the spiky fence; poured
an innocuous string of yelps and effusive "Meows",
The gigantic tree standing domineeringly on the
isolated hill; poured a cavalcade of rhapsodic berries
and bountiful fruits,
The mouth at divinely harmony; poured a tunnel of
mesmerizing sound and fabulously fascinating rhyme,
The eye encapsulated by astronomically escalating
jubilation; poured a rainbow of ebulliently glistening
tears,
The body inevitably imprisoned by a whirlpool of
tumultuously fiery romance; poured a waterfall of
overwhelmingly volatile sweat,
The scores of Mother cow's marching placidly through
the meadows; poured painstakingly a lake of impeccably
frosty and celestial milk,
The wedding album lying obsolete for decades on the
profusely dusty shelf; poured a tale of nostalgically
animated fantasy which permeated through the inner
most compartments of my soul,
The wildly philandering panther; poured a tale of
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thunderously deafening roar; petrifying even the most
minuscule of organism in vicinity till the last bone
down their spine,
The nose drowned in unprecedentedly obsessive
compassion; poured a dungeon of piquantly pepped up
and moist air,
And the heart ever since the time it had started to
throb; ever since the time it had first palpitated to
commence beautiful life; poured only immortal love;
would continue to do so intensifying with each beat;
even after the world comes to an abrupt end….
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WALKING STICK
He held me solidly in his egalitarian palms; sometimes
making me almost strangulate for mouthfuls of
inevitable breath,
He caressed me every now and then on the cold ground;
let beads of his passionate sweat dribble down my
persona with nonchalant ease,
He raised me in exuberance towards the glittering
blanket of stars; incessantly narrating mystical tales
of this Universe to the flurry of innocuous children,
He dug inconspicuous holes with my mouth trudging soft
soil; embossing intriguing shapes in the mud to amuse
the dormant compartments of his weary mind,
He danced with tears of euphoria pouring down his
cheeks; waving me in placid sheets of air; as he
nostalgically reminisced the days when he was a cheeky
child,
He banged me boundless number of times in ghastly
darkness; endeavoring his best to gain an upper hand
over the diabolically satanic night,
He flamboyantly marched clutching me with authority to
his wrinkled fingers; attending to the battalion of
alien delegates with astronomically stoical ease and
inherent charm,
He polished me ardently with the most stupendous
quality of wax; painted me in a festoon of vivaciously
gaudy color to match his every dress,
He starved me to unprecedented limits; with the only
meal that I saliently cherished being the
compassionate bellow of warmth imparted by his magical
hands,
He swung me violently in all directions when attacked;
defending his divinely countenance with the formidable
tenacity in my body,
He fidgeted indefatigably with my nose; cuddling and
scratching me rampantly when confronted with
disdainful bouts of perpetual boredom,
He kept me bereft of the tiniest of cloth; left me
shivering with the austere winds slapping me
ruthlessly at all quarters; as he silently snored in
his afternoon nap,
He occasionally placed me over his colossal ocean of
personal belongings; which had taken an entire
lifetime for him to perseveringly amass,
He inverted my body every now and again; mischievously
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smiling with his lips outstretched; as I insatiably
cried to once again come back up,
He sometimes inadvertently forgot to carry me; but
soon realized my overwhelming importance; as fate made
him stumble down on every unveiling step,
He carried me on his head time and again to replicate
a circus clown; propel all in vicinity to thunderously
laugh till they fell in dreary exhaustion,
He many a moment called me by the names he adored;
kissing me gently on my nape as people around him had
long gone,
He grasped me the first thing as he awoke at the crack
of ethereal dawn; even before he advanced on his
journey to the rustic lavatory,
My master was a complete hundred years of age; and for
him I wasn’t just a mere WALKING STICK; but a thing he
kept close to his dwindling chest all day and night;
an object he considered the most cherished to his
everlastingly youthful heart; a sword that would
protect him from the uncouth world; just as he was
about to utter his last shout…..
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ACCEPT ME
Accept me for my candid perceptions; the heart that
still palpitated more passionately in my chest than
the most tumultuous of thunderstorm,
Accept me for my diminutive stature; the unflinching
ability with which I could still face the most
threatening of disaster,
Accept me for my incongruously bearded cheeks; the
crispness in my voice that still had the power to
pacify hordes of; overwhelmingly agitated masses,
Accept me for my flurry of profusely lazy habits; the
alacrity with which my mind still functioned after
midnight,
Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not
what I couldn't be….
Accept me for my ugly contoured face; the exorbitant
charisma that still flowed uninhibitedly in each of my
tear drop,
Accept me for my insurmountably penurious disposition;
the richness that still circumvented my conscience
which was greater than any living being on this earth,
Accept me for my disastrously broken leg; the
Herculean power that still encapsulated my palms; with
which I could take on the mantle of this entire
Universe,
Accept me for my disdainfully deafening snoring; the
unsurpassable compassion I still generated by
indefatigably fantasizing about you all throughout the
night,
Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not
what I couldn't be….
Accept me for my pathetically fading vision; the
unfathomable sense or perception that still reigned
supreme; triggering me to see even better than those
having complete sight,
Accept me for my inherent virtue of speaking the
irrefutable truth; the incomprehensible tenacity I
still possessed to face the aftermath of violent
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death,
Accept me for my unrelenting faith in God; the
religion of humanity I still propagated in each
continent and free space sprawled over this earth,
Accept me for not bathing scrupulously at the
unveiling of ethereal dawn; the holistic purity that
still enveloped my mind; body and soul; to make the
world a paradise to live,
Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not
what I couldn't be….
Accept me for utterly outlandish set of ideals I
stringently adhered too; the virtue of benevolence
which still reigned stupendously supreme in my animate
countenance,
Accept me for defying the conventionally monotonous
society; the twin meals of bread and butter I still
earned; in order to blissfully suffice me and my
adorable family,
Accept me for choosing the road which was the darkest
and the most obsolete; the optimistic beams of hope I
still conjured; as I emerged out victorious from the
tunnel of despair,
Accept me for staring relentlessly towards the carpet
of blue sky; the resplendent festoon of stars that I
still got on earth; to majestically illuminate its
every enchanting night,
Over and above all; accept me for what I was and not
what I couldn't be….
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REALIZATION
Concentration gives you the power to dynamically leap
forward; solve the most inexplicable enigma of
monotonous life,
Frustration renders you with an utter helplessness;
which you find difficult to shrug off despite the most
Herculean of your attempts to fight against time,
Sedation makes you blissfully sleep and insurmountably
fantasize; making you overwhelmingly oblivious to the
most stringent of your surroundings; the instant you
awoke,
Imagination gives you the stupendous virtue to be
prudent; perceive the most hideously evil situation;
well ahead of the unfurling decade,
Innovation bestows you with a sense of wholehearted
accomplishment; an insatiable urge to exist with waves
of ingenious imagery perpetually perpetrating your
persona,
Fascination gives you the prowess to feel
incomprehensibly celestial; amuse yourself each moment
to soar high and abreast with the silken cocoon of
blue clouds,
Consternation leaves you open mouthed in unsurpassable
disbelief; evacuating the last ounce of wind which
circulated rampantly round your robust body,
Tension renders you with dolorously morbid sorrow;
ruthlessly assassinating boundless movements of your
present day and fathomless minutes of every sweltering
night,
Exultation engenders you to bounce euphorically
towards the blazing Sun; glistening globules of sheer
ecstasy dribbling rhapsodically down your cheeks,
Indentation leaves you with a flurry of ungainly
scars; inconspicuously disrupts the heavenly contours
of your majestic countenance,
Desperation gives you countless reasons to die; end
your tranquil breath by plunging into an island of
inevitably sinking sand,
Infection renders you with a lingering sickness; an
obnoxiously gruesome taste in your mouth that shatters
your delectable premonitions of a harmonious
existence,
Inception gifts you the tenacity to conceive higher
than the beyond; euphorically enjoy the sweet fruits
of creation to the most unprecedented limits,
Emancipation imparts you with a saintly solitude;
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along with a perennial rest to your manipulatively
swirling mind,
Perspiration triggers in you an unfathomable
compassion; the inexorably gratifying satisfaction to
relish at the end of the valiantly hard fought day,
Expectation leaves you with unwanted anxiety; a
relentless craving for witnessing the ultimate unleash
right before your emphatic eyes,
Electrocution freezes you in your very roots;
satanically annihilating the minutest trace of breath
encapsulating your oligarchic demeanor,
Abortion penalizes you to the most supreme degree;
slapping your visage mercilessly for exonerating God's
most precious gift to mankind,
Illumination leads you to the realms of ebulliently
optimistic hope; dauntingly wading past of sea of
diabolical despair; into the doorstep of a vivaciously
vibrant tomorrow,
Condemnation leads to suicidal tendencies which
pertinently circulate in your mind; an hopeless future
which has no happy horizons at all,
Opposition renders your soul with a sense of hearty
contentment; immensely fortifying faith in your own
set of resilient ideals,
Deception leads you with a place nowhere to run on
this boundless planet; getting brutally incarcerated
in the end in your trap of irrevocable lies,
Affection grants you with supremely undeniable
happiness; the desire to live for your benevolently
breathing fellow beings,
And Realization makes you greater than the Divine;
granting you with the irrefutable power to
metamorphose all your treacherously sinful past into a
mesmerizing festoon of infinite more positive
tomorrow's….
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BLOCKED NOSE
Ordinarily I would have heard the sound humming
several kilometers away; with my lobes flapping lazily
in temperate cocoons of air,
But today I snored thunderously expending my lungs to
the most unprecedented capacity; even when a battalion
of savage panthers roared menacingly into my ears..
Ordinarily I would have smelt food even when in the
heart of deep sleep; insatiably drawn towards it like
bolts of white lightening plummeting down from the
sky,
But today I presumed it to be slabs of ghoulish stone;
infinite daggers ready to permeate my skin; as I
trespassed past it with tears of exasperation flooding
my eyes…
Ordinarily I would have forgiven hordes of pertinent
children fiddling around me; entirely overlooking
their flurry of innocuously mischievous gestures; as
they naughtily plucked my hair,
But today I ran with a broomstick in my hands; shooing
them away to the most fathomless limits as they cast
the most evanescent of shadow into my sacred
territory…
Ordinarily I would have waited for times immemorial to
hear the voice of the nightingale; blissfully inhaling
mountainfulls of mesmerizing air into the voluptuous
jacket of my lungs,
But today I beat my fists left; right and center;
almost fractured my palms into countless pieces;
waiting in frantic desperation for the bird to arrive…
Ordinarily I would have drifted into a land of
insurmountably tantalizing fantasy as I philandered
freely in a garden of seductive roses; nimbly
caressing the ravishing festoon of crimson petals,
But today I ruthlessly ripped the shrub from its
tiniest of root; stashed it uncouthly into the realms
of the dilapidated dustbin; for making me deafeningly
sneeze…
Ordinarily I would have profoundly engrossed myself
into the beauty of the brilliantly dazzling Sun;
relentlessly admiring the infinite myriad of its
sweltering beams; which magnificently sizzled the
gloomy planet,
But today I ran maniacally into the cloistered room;
miserably shoved my head under the flimsy blanket;
encapsulated my entire caricature with straw; from the
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most inconspicuous rays of the outside world…
Ordinarily I would have taken inexorably meticulous
care in sorting out the coat of grey; scattered
frugally on the trajectory of my leaning scalp,
But today I made myself gruesomely bald; tearing apart
the exotic follicles in a single stretch like an
insane lunatic; slithering in the corridors of
hopeless captivity…
Ordinarily I would have obediently followed each of my
boss's commands; stooping humbly in front of his
domineering demeanor; enticing him in giving me a
robust increment,
But today I kicked him satanically in his backside for
not catering to my needs; hurtled the colossal sheaf
of papers right into the white's of his eye; along
with the stale cup of coffee he stingily fed me for
refreshment…
Ordinarily I would have desired that life continued
till times unsurpassable; with each minute unveiling
into blissful shades of tranquilly placid existence,
But today I wanted to sky rocket to my last day of
survival; completely disappear for eternity into
traces of cold air; rather than blowing my nose raw;
expelling a slurry of alien matter in astronomical
tons by the unfurling second; bearing inevitably with
the tyranny of a BLOCKED NOSE…..
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NO BRAKES ON LOVE
Put brakes on the sky; if it rains indefatigably;
inundating innocent patches of land with ominous waves
of flood water,
Put brakes on the volcano; if it fulminates
incessantly out of the earth's belly; gruesomely
charring every visible entity in vicinity to
inconspicuous bits of ash,
Put brakes on the car; if it escalates beyond the
point of no control; ricochets uncontrollably towards
the precariously poised and hideously gleaming
mountain rail,
Put brakes on the couple; if they indiscriminately
break laws of nature by delivering a boundless
battalion of children; invidiously harbor the
treacherous virtues of poverty and despicable
unemployment,
Put brakes on the ominously swirling whirlpool; if it
becomes lethal for survival; insidiously gobbling
innocuous children of God; in its vindictive rage,
Put brakes on the heat; if it mercilessly scorches
blissful territories of green grass; torments
impeccable traces of life for droplets of
indispensable water,
Put brakes on the mind; if it proves self destructive;
heinously strangulates the divinely melody of
existence with its myriad of abysmally baseless forms,
Put brakes on the mouth; if it starts to blabber
incoherent cacophony; wails for spurious sympathy;
when infact the world was rapidly fading outside,
Put brakes on the lion; if it metamorphoses into a
man-eater; relentlessly planning to assassinate
blessed civilization; in the barbaric fury of its
satanically glaring jaws,
Put brakes on the ocean of lies; if it starts to
become an overwhelming pain in the conscience; proves
as a deplorable barricade in every aspect of life,
Put brakes on the tears; if they kept oozing
tirelessly all night; with the mind about to shatter
and wholesomely decimate in hysterical agony,
Put brakes on laughter; if it augments infectiously by
the unleashing second; portrays a diabolically
wretched sight; as someone was being cremated to the
grave,
Put brakes on the fingers; if they rise for achieving
savage things in life; show an unprecedented obsession
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to grab God's molecules by the throat,
Put brakes on the superfluous repertoire of rituals;
if they start to prove as an acrimonious thorn in the
path of unfathomably ardent passion,
Put brakes on the diminutively obnoxious mosquito; if
it tries to suck heavenly streams of scarlet blood;
hovers menacingly around the eardrum; in order to
placate its parasitic gluttony,
Put brakes on the criminals; if their appallingly
wicked ideas make life hell for; true masses of
philanthropically benevolent mankind,
Put brakes on the alarm clock; if it blew its
cacophonic sounds beyond the ceiling; awoke man from
the dormitories of enchanting fantasy and blissful
sleep,
Put brakes on the devastating earthquake; if it
engendered colossal buildings to crumble like a box of
matchsticks; indiscriminately pulverizing a township
of robust humans into threadbare strands of bone and
raw brutal pulp,
Put brakes on breath; if Man started to feel that he
was an entity greater than Omnipresent God; started to
deliberately violate the universal religion of
humanity,
But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Lord; to
refrain from putting brakes on love; for although I
might be oblivious to infinite things on this
unsurpassable planet; but I do know that its
immortally sacrosanct essence was the only thing that
existed in your land; had lived since centuries
unprecedented in your mesmerizing paradise called
sky….
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SIMPLY THE BEST
Overwhelmingly simplistic; yet the most priceless in
the entire Universe,
Insurmountably humble; yet the most prolifically
talked about from every mouth,
Harmlessly diminutive; yet the most passionately
fulminating towards vivacious bits of blue sky,
Imprisoned in perpetual darkness; yet more
flamboyantly blistering than the dazzling body of Sun,
Enveloped by an ocean of blood; yet instilling
compassionate traces of life in whomsoever it
encountered,
Bereft of any fragrance; yet propagating its
stupendously sacrosanct scent ubiquitously throughout
the planet,
Rising and falling placidly like the Moon; yet able to
capture every tangible entity in the tumultuous agony
of its volcanic swirl,
Not possessed by any fraternity of shape; yet
worshipped as the most invincible fortress since
centuries immemorial,
Wholesomely devoid of the most minuscule of
embellishment; yet the most cherishable ornament of
every individual since the first cry of fresh life,
Irrefutably riveted to a singleton place all its life;
yet finding an immortally dominant place in every
cranny of cosmotic space,
Incomprehensibly without the most tiniest coating of
currency coin; yet saluted as the richest of all on
the trajectory of this boundless globe,
Philanthropically feather tipped; yet inexorably
deluged with an unsurpassable myriad of emotions that
lingered in every corner of this planet,
Completely mute and without the most infinitesimal of
voice; yet able to pacify the anguished apprehensions
of countless beings with an unbelievably astounding
calm,
Working indefatigably all day and night; yet
fantasizing to the most unprecedented limits with the
uncannily innocuous prowess of a mischievously
bouncing infant,
Residing in an ocean of stark blackness; yet
illuminating the lives of those in inexplicable
despair; with optimistic beams of golden light,
Bestowed upon with an abysmally tiny height; yet
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triggering off dreams beyond fathomless horizons of
the sky,
Comprising of just five alphabets; yet encompassing
every word in this world in its profusely ardent
repertoire,
And throbbing incessantly in times of love; distress;
betrayal and obsolete doom; perpetually spreading the
melody of its poignant intensity even after veritable
death; the human heart is SIMPLY THE BEST….
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BENEATH YOUR HEART
Beneath your complexion which appeared blacker than
the sootiest of coal; there lay an ocean of impeccable
whiteness and exotic calm,
Beneath your lips which looked disastrously cracked at
their lackadaisical contours; there lay mesmerizing
fountains of luscious exuberance,
Beneath your eyes which appeared perpetually blind;
lay encapsulated the astounding beauty of this
colossal Universe; with its myriad of forms
tantalizing me every unfurling second,
Beneath your hands which looked overwhelmingly
indigenous and rustic; there lay the sacrosanct
essence of heart rendering sacrifice,
Beneath your forehead which appeared to be more blunt
than bedraggled stone; there lay a mountain of
invincible ideas; which kept swirling towards cosmotic
space as the moments unveiled,
Beneath your hair which looked like a gruesomely dead
cat's tail; there lay an everlasting tunnel of
voluptuous mysticism; a ravishing path on which none
had tread,
Beneath your cheeks which appeared like savagely
squashed tomato curry; there lay incarcerated the
boisterous enchantment of an innocuously new born
child,
Beneath your skin which looked like buried boundless
feet under the grave; there lay fathomless rainbows
from the azure sky; enlightening me profusely on each
bit of mud I holistically caressed,
Beneath your armpits which appeared pathetically
deluged with obnoxious ponds of sour sweat; there lay
embedded the most stupendously fragrant scent on this
planet; tickling me beyond the realms of unfathomable
fascination,
Beneath your ears which looked more bitten than the
satanically ripped shirt; there lay infinite sounds
lingering profoundly in this vast world; melodiously
enveloping my dreary soul,
Beneath your bones which appeared to be protruding
lifelessly into the atmosphere; there lay the
indomitable march towards triumph; the ardor to
survive in the most treacherously insidious times,
Beneath your tears which looked like a colorlessly
horrendous dustbin sprawled in territories of utter
dilapidation; there lay a poignantly effusive string
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of emotions; which wholesomely metamorphosed even the
murderously ruthless into divine angels,
Beneath your conscience which appeared like an
inconspicuous mosquito hovering without a purpose of
its own; there lay the most irrefutably pious ideals
worshipped since decades,
Beneath your palm lines which looked perilously
wrecked; there lay the most fabulously alluring
destiny that one could ever have seen; an
unsurpassable treasury of wealth impossible for
ordinary humans to perceive,
Beneath your shadow which appeared infinitesimally
timid and obscure; there lay an island of
insurmountably enamoring mysticism; on which traversed
every enigmatic organism of this Universe,
Beneath your fists which looked incomprehensibly
fragile and dainty; there lay embodied Herculean
spurts of stamina; an insatiable will to take the
mantle of the entire planet,
Beneath your signature which appeared disastrously
incoherent; there lay the stamp of the entire globe;
the astronomically fortified impression which every
entity made during due course of flamboyantly
passionate existence,
Beneath your soles which looked profusely cracked
like a miserably shattered egg; there lay the
footprints of benevolent humanity; a conglomerate of
silken roads which led to the most perfect land called
paradise,
Beneath your breath which appeared foul and rapidly
fading as time unleashed; there lay the miraculously
magical prowess of bestowing new life; to countless
slithering on their death bed,
And beneath your heart which looked uncouthly tough on
the surface; there lay an unprecedented reservoir of
perpetual love; which spread its celestial essence not
only this moment; but countless more moments beyond
definitions of incessantly ticking time….
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THE HUMAN MIND IS UNBELIEVABLE
Delving infinite kilometers even above the satiny
clouds; rhapsodically exploring blue bits of mystical
atmosphere,
Dancing beneath silvery beams of moon light; with an
overwhelmingly uncanny urge to probe into paths never
transgressed on,
Envisaging beyond ordinary anecdotes of mundane life;
fervently wanting to sky rocket to the absolute edge
of the whirling tornado,
Intriguingly cracking infinite enigmas of existence;
yet insatiably desiring to lay its hands on countless
more puzzles loitering in sinister doom,
O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a
bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable;
simply refraining to cease….
Ardently desiring to slip into a fantasy which never
ends; witnessing a cloudburst of mesmerizing dreams
even under the most stringently sweltering rays of
sunshine,
Galloping at a speed faster than that of dazzling
light; chasing the shadows which lingered even in the
most obsoletely dilapidated corners of free space,
Blending with an unending myriad of tunes; evolving
boundless rhymes simply out of thin bits of air,
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Plummeting several feet beneath raw soil;
unrelentingly searching for the remotest traces of
alluring exoticism,
O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a
bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable;
simply refraining to cease….
Insurmountably functioning all day like the
vivaciously ticking clock; getting more vociferous
than thunderbolts of lightening leaping down from the
unfathomably vast sky,
Flapping its wings into the territory which appeared
to be the most treacherously unknown; feeling every
inconspicuous object sprawled in vicinity,
Drawn inevitably towards the inexplicably colossal;
unrestricted in movement of any kind or form,
Slithering like an untamed reptile; unpredictably
loitering in a dense forest of its vividly everlasting
perceptions,
O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a
bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable;
simply refraining to cease….
Performing a dance of profusely enchanting melody
every unfurling second; inquisitive about each new
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aspect in the game called life,
Roaring thunderously like a striped panther towards
the winds of oblivion; fulminating like an uninhibited
volcano when stirred at times,
Innovating relentlessly; with an inexorably longing to
embark on fathomless new expeditions in the course of
existence,
Imbibing whatever might be even of the most
infinitesimal interest to its cells; probing
indefatigably into every conceivable vista of freshly
rejuvenating energy,
O! yes the body might wholesomely collapse into a
bedraggled heap; but the human mind is unbelievable;
simply refraining to cease….
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SUCCESS WOULD FOREVER BE YOURS
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you always stay
flagrantly disheartened; cursing even the most
infinitesimal whiplash of wind; that brushed across
your sullen cheeks ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you keep
nonchalantly prattling about hedonistically lambasted
misery; even in the most brilliantly majestic rays of
the morning Sun ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you bizarrely
ruminate about things which weren’t the slightest
existing; whiling away countless hours of your life
without any sagacious reason or rhyme ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you shudder to
attempt innovations beyond the comprehensions of the
conventional society; ghoulishly incarcerating
yourself into webs of insane drudgery ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you succumb to
the frenetic pace of the monotonous world outside;
deliriously perceive only about the devil; about to
gruesomely land in your lap ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you miserably
fail time and again even in the most harmonious of
your projects; pathetically stutter to rise to the
absolute epitome of pristine prosperity ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you unrelentingly
cry when the maelstrom strikes; shrink like an
inconspicuously delinquent mosquito; into your
malicious shell ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you lose your
temper at the slightest of disparity in the
atmosphere; vacillating like a frivolous feather in
the aisles of uncertainty; for infinite more births of
yours yet to unveil ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you baselessly
groan at the tiniest of bruise; when the brutally
scorched deserts at the same time didn’t utter a word;
although they were torturously torched till eternity;
in the sweltering Sun ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you nervously
cogitate for space to survive; although you the
flowers of the most majestically adorable castle;
profusely kissed you at the unfurling of every dawn ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you horrendously
mess up even the most rustically lucid things in
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enigmatic existence; although timelessly proliferating
brain and brawn were unassailably on your side ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you clasp your
nimble head as if a billion knives were stabbing you
from all sides; whereas the planet unraveled into
shades of vividly burgeoning life; in every
conceivable direction outside ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you accept
nondescript defeat in every ingredient that enveloped
your blood; even before you could leap a single stride
towards the heavens of inimitable triumph ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you
dishearteningly trembled all spellbinding midnight;
just to lecherously vomit in uncontrollable
exasperation all throughout the blazingly flamboyant
day ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you slither
aimlessly on obdurately heartless ground; even as you
exerted your eyes to the most ultimate of your
capacity; browsing through the definition of victory ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you fidget in the
dungeons of decrepit oblivion; even as the most
joyously infallible waves of freshness; insatiably
wanted to embrace you from all sides ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you feel
preposterously blinded; even as the Omnipotent rays of
unblemished Moon; celestially perpetuated you in the
impeccable whites of your eyes ?
Have you ever wondered; as to why do you haplessly
asphyxiate yourself to a gory death; even as the
bountifully sacrosanct mantra of life; royally
cascaded from the perennially Omnipresent skies ?
Well its simply because you solely depended upon your
destiny a trifle too much; eventually transforming
into a mountain without a peak when even the tiniest
of the astrologer’s prediction and the stars bizarrely
betrayed you; whereas all that the Almighty Lord had
commanded you; was to altruistically keep doing benign
deeds till your very last breath,
And then immortal success would forever be yours;
without the most ethereal intervention of infidel
destiny; and with the invincibly fructifying blessings
of his Omnipotent shine….
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FOREVER AN ARTIST
Whether you placed him on the majestically regale
clouds; or whether you placed him on the discordantly
blaring and devastatingly dusty streets,
Whether you placed him on royal embellishments of
mesmerizing ice-cream; or whether you placed him in
the center of the overflowing gutter drain;
nonchalantly stinking of nothing but undigested
sewage,
Whether you placed him on idols of fantastically
glistening gold; or whether you placed him in the
heart of the vindictively hedonistic maelstrom; where
nothing but savage blood dogmatically rained,
Whether you placed him in the aisles of ardently
unending desire; or whether you placed him on the
deadpans of traumatically horrific despair and
delinquent hopelessness,
Whether you placed him on feathers of unparalleled
felicitation; or whether you placed him in a
disparagingly pulverized curry of obnoxiously
squandering tomatoes and lethal scorpions,
Whether you placed him on the spectacularly bewitching
and princely throne; or whether you placed him on a
bed of acrimoniously torturous thorns,
Whether you placed him on fathomlessly resplendent
sea’s of panoramic enchantment; or whether you placed
him in the exact middle of the diabolically scorching
fires,
Whether you placed him in the heavens of unconquerable
prosperity; or whether you placed him in mortuaries of
treacherously ghoulish and maiming abuse,
Whether you placed him amidst vivaciously dancing
peacocks; or whether you placed him in the murderously
asphyxiating coffin alive,
Whether you placed him in the cradles of impregnably
unblemished innocence; or whether you placed him in
disastrously miserable jailhouses of the forlornly
corrupt politician,
Whether you placed him in the meadows of picturesquely
panoramic divinity; or whether you placed him in the
truculently acrid and perniciously sweltering desert
sands,
Whether you placed him in impeccably milky cisterns of
enigmatic moonlight; or whether you placed him in the
disdainfully fretting pig stalk; where all he got to
eat was cannibalistically lackadaisical shit,
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Whether you placed him in an armor of patriotically
blazing selflessness; or whether you placed him in
frigidly sulking and regretfully orphaned ponds of
nothingness,
Whether you placed him in the entrenchment of
everlastingly fructifying sainthood; or whether you
placed him in lackluster mud quagmired with
cold-blooded leeches and egregious worms,
Whether you placed him on the skies of handsomely
burgeoning victory; or whether you placed him in the
gratuitously hideous crocodiles; emaciated mouth,
Whether you placed him in the winds of
aristocratically bestowing chivalry; or whether you
placed him in fecklessly slavering and tumultuously
rebuked saliva,
Whether you placed him in the crystal of miraculously
celestial clairvoyance; or whether you placed him
between the petulantly shivering; stray dog’s tail,
Whether you placed him in an unsurpassable valley of
timelessly redolent roses; or whether you placed him
in a grotesquely cacophonic skeleton of baselessly
orphaned mosquitoes,
Whether you placed him abreast the entire wealth and
love on this limitless planet; or whether you placed
him on the floors where mercilessly marauded the most
satanically greedy of dinosaurs,
And it really doesn’t matter where you decided to
place him; amidst what shape and form you decided to
place his destined life; because if he was true to
each beat of his euphoric heart; if he was true to his
spirit of harmoniously symbiotic existence; if he was
true to the message that the Lord Almighty had ordered
him to tirelessly convey; he would forever remain an
artist even as ghostly hell relentlessly rained down
on earth; O! Yes his immortal art would never ever
die….
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JUST BECAUSE YOU WEREN’T IN THE MOOD
Just because you weren’t in the mood to have that
extra shade of tan; doesn’t mean that the Omnipotent
Sun; wholesomely abdicated to ferociously blaze and
perpetually shine,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to refreshingly
bathe; doesn’t mean that the ebullient ocean;
wholesomely relinquished to timelessly swirl into a
festoon of poignantly reinvigorating and tangy froth,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to be enigmatic;
doesn’t mean that the majestic forests; wholesomely
stopped their exuberantly rustling leaves and
enchanting winds,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to mischief;
doesn’t mean that the charismatic chimpanzees;
wholesomely gave up their astoundingly frivolous
appetite to innocuously philander and merrily wink,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to gallop;
doesn’t mean that the ecstatic breeze; wholesomely
abandoned its stupendously exhilarating tenacity to
impregnably enlighten and desire,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to blaze; doesn’t
mean that the patriotic soldiers; wholesomely left the
warfront forever; and let the blissfully sacrosanct
soil of their motherland be confiscated by
cannibalistically crucifying traitors,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to be titillated;
doesn’t mean that the sensuously tantalizing night;
wholesomely metamorphosed into fiercely iconoclastic
and unbearably scorching afternoon,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to smell; doesn’t
mean that the vividly enamoring lotus’s; wholesomely
dumped their fathomlessly invincible and tirelessly
blessing scent,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to sight; doesn’t
mean that the panoramically boundless gorges and
mountains; wholesomely reduced to a pulverized coffin;
of lividly insane nothingness,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to pray; doesn’t
mean that the sky of Omnipresently symbiotic faith;
wholesomely extinguished into infinitesimally dolorous
and inconsequentially feckless oblivion,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to
compassionately mélange; doesn’t mean that the meadow
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of priceless humanity; wholesomely deteriorated into a
egregiously stagnating gutter of maliciously
vindictive prejudice,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to listen;
doesn’t mean that the nightingales of princely
togetherness; wholesomely battered their eternally
mellifluous throats; into mortuaries of despairingly
crippling silence,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to illuminate;
doesn’t mean that the citadel of insuperably royal
optimism; wholesomely crumbled to disastrously frigid
ash,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to frolic;
doesn’t mean that the jubilantly chirping birds and
butterflies; wholesomely bid a perpetual adieu; to the
winds of cavorting sensuality and celestial sunshine,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to innovate;
doesn’t mean that the process of limitless
proliferation on this gigantic Universe; wholesomely
disappeared into graveyards of penuriously decrepit
misery,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to persevere;
doesn’t mean that the ardently glistening fireball of
honest sweat; wholesomely buried itself beneath
skeletons of frantically dogmatic desperation,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to succeed;
doesn’t mean that the sword of scintillatingly
righteous victory; wholesomely transformed itself into
a scorpion of plaintively pallid and bawdy betrayal,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to be selfless;
doesn’t mean that every mother on this wonderfully
iridescent planet; wholesomely converted into a
penalizing sorceress; morbidly asphyxiating the nimble
throat of her new born child,
Just because you weren’t in the mood to live; doesn’t
mean that the chapters of perennially endowing and
fructifying life; wholesomely became the stamp of
cadaverously cowardly death,
And just because you weren’t in the mood to love;
doesn’t mean that the beats of an immortally
blossoming relationship; wholesomely reduced to
satanically devilish and flagrantly demolishing
hatred…
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TIME- AN UNSTOPPABLE WHIRLWIND
Whether you be the most triumphant vanguard of all
civilization; or whether you be a mist of inimitably
silken desire; sensuously enveloping every cranny of
this beleaguered planet in cloudbursts of ardent
desire,
Whether you be an indomitably towering mountain top;
or whether you be a river of perennial enchantment;
cascading down the ever-pervading Himalayas,
Whether you be a garden of celestially endowing roses;
or whether you be the sky of fathomlessly invincible
truth; miraculously mitigating even the most ephemeral
speck of sorrow; from the periphery of this estranged
Universe,
Whether you be a timelessly resplendent star; or
whether you be a boundless playground of ecstatic
frolic; merrily cavorting till times beyond eternity;
behind the handsomely Sun soaked hills,
Time is an unstoppably inevitable whirlwind which
simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your
form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second
of it to the most unprecedentedly euphoric limits; or
be swept like a frigidly inane matchstick in its
unrelentingly inexorable swirl…
1…
Whether you be a cloud of exotically voluptuous
titillation; or whether you be an impeccably spell
binding saint; rising to the most sagaciously
sacrosanct degrees of self control,
Whether you be a reindeer of unlimited prosperity; or
whether you be an uninhibitedly blazing wave of
indefatigably unparalleled optimism,
Whether you be a stupendously unassailable incense
stick of unflinching righteousness; or whether you be
an enigmatically supernatural idol; selflessly
exorcising yourself from even the most infinitesimal
bit of worldly desire,
Whether you be the everlastingly titillating voice of
the enchanting nightingale; or whether you be an
effervescently mystical kite; floating in invincibly
untainted sky,
Time is an uncontrollably inevitable maelstrom which
simply doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your
form if you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second
of it to the most unbelievably ecstatic limits; or be
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devoured in its tirelessly unremitting wisps like the
orphaned whisker of the sultry broomstick…
2…
Whether you be a tornado of uncanny exhilaration; or
whether you be the ebulliently gyrating feathers of
the peacock; under the very first drops of eternally
magnificent rain,
Whether you be the uncrowned King of the entire
opalescent planet; or whether you be the most
venerated poet of the century; mellifluously stirring
trillions of hearts with the spirit of magical
brotherhood and immortal love,
Whether you be a fountain of benevolently untainted
innocence; or whether you be the meadows of
ubiquitously untamed mischief; unraveling into Godly
childhood every unfurling instant of the gloriously
Sunlit day,
Whether you be a brazenly revolutionary echo that
defies all murderously decrepit convention; or whether
you be an unconquerably princely panther; gleefully
marauding at your very own will; through the bushy
undergrowths of the ravishing forest,
Time is a tirelessly inevitable waterfall which simply
doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if
you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to
the most propitiously sensational limits; or be buried
forever and ever and ever beneath your veritable
corpse; losing to its undefeatable essence even before
you were born….
3…
Whether you be the heavenly zephyr blissfully blowing
across the panoramic landscapes; or whether you be the
non-invasively surreal dewdrop amiably clinging to
mother grass,
Whether you be the most eclectic entity ever born on
this gigantically blessing planet; or whether you be
the ultimate harbinger of all torturously bereaved and
preposterously aggrieved humanity,
Whether you be that leaf on the tree which never
falls; or whether you be the most opulent organism on
this colossal Universe; with even the saliva oozing
from your mouth being of astoundingly glittering gold,
Whether you be an apostle of timelessly impregnable
peace; or whether you be an infallible chariot of
unfettered success; embedding the flag of
altruistically enamoring triumph on every inch of this
symbiotic earth,
Time is an incredulously gushing tornado which simply
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doesn’t stop for you or the greatest of your form if
you’re not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to
the most insuperably royal of limits; or become just
another of its haplessly prattling victim; like
countless greats have already been in the past; like
your raving kind…
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MAJESTICALLY TANNED
I relentlessly slavered when I was gruesomely tanned;
by the rays of bizarrely decrepit and remorsefully
maiming; manipulation,
I unrelentingly digressed when I was barbarically
tanned; by the rays of sordidly penurious and
salaciously incarcerating; lechery,
I pathetically staggered when I was invidiously
tanned; by the rays of savagely forlorn and
disgustingly disgruntled; politics,
I uncontrollably bled when I was flagrantly tanned; by
the rays of sonorously monotonous and indiscriminately
bestial; commercialism,
I unstoppably trembled when I was brutally tanned; by
the rays of diabolically cold-blooded and insidiously
macabre; rioting,
I traumatically wailed when I was disparagingly
tanned; by the rays of bawdily unthinkable and
lethally jailing; betrayal,
I disconsolately licked lackadaisical soil when I was
hideously tanned; by the rays of disastrously
malicious and obnoxiously iconoclastic; solitude,
I miserably tottered when I was ominously tanned; by
the rays of truculently tyrannical and torturously
cadaverous; stagnation,
I disdainfully shattered when I was egregiously
tanned; by the rays of fecklessly indolent and
preposterously vapid; unemployment,
I horrendously crumbled when I was inclemently tanned;
by the rays of unsparingly derogatory and
treacherously truncating; conventionalism,
I devastatingly disappeared when I was perniciously
tanned; by the rays of devilishly sinister and
parsimoniously pillaging; lies,
I hopelessly immolated when I was dastardly tanned; by
the rays of haplessly rancid and clandestinely
slandering; fear,
I aimlessly collapsed when I was abhorrently tanned;
by the rays of raunchily desolate and licentiously
unworthy; indifference,
I murderously rotted when I was uncouthly tanned; by
the rays of insanely pulverizing and ghoulishly
lambasting; deliriousness,
I sleazily extinguished when I was acerbically tanned;
by the rays of cataclysmically intolerable and
atrociously avaricious; caste and creed,
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I dichotomously dissolved when I was lasciviously
tanned; by the rays of posthumously mordant and
perilously cacophonic; corruption,
I tirelessly vomited when I was ignominiously tanned;
by the rays of vindictively victimizing and venomously
vagabond; war,
I perpetually died when I was opprobriously tanned;
by the rays of criminally inhuman and morbidly
whipping; rejection,
But I Immortalized my life as well as the lives of my
comrades in disoriented despair when I was
majestically tanned; by the rays of royally
everlasting and Omnipotently impregnable; love….
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EQUALLY INTOLERABLE
There is nothing such as small crime or big crime; for
every crime that is ghastily committed; is equally
pernicious and a cadaverous graveyard of insane
deliriousness,
There is nothing such as small stink or big stink;
for every stink that tyrannically emanates; is equally
flagrant and a corpse of grotesquely asphyxiating
remorsefulness,
There is nothing such as small manipulation and big
manipulation; for every manipulation that insidiously
flourishes; is equally sinister and a crumbling
edifice of vapidly ostracizing fecklessness,
There is nothing such as small devil and big devil;
for every devil that cold-bloodedly marauds; is
equally satanic and a ghoulishly sadistic carcass of
relentlessly victimizing decay,
There is nothing such as small insanity and big
insanity; for every insanity that preposterously
lambastes; is equally dastardly and an outright
crucification of the laws of symbiotically propitious
existence,
There is nothing such as small prejudice and big
prejudice; for every prejudice that maliciously
lingers; is equally derogatory and a venomously
strangulating battlefield; eventually withering into
infinitesimal wisps of livid hell,
There is nothing such as small corruption or big
corruption; for every corruption that opprobriously
mutilates; is equally cannibalistic and an unstoppably
vicious maelstrom of criminally salacious injustice,
There is nothing such as small abuse or big abuse; for
every abuse that sinfully curses without any reason or
rhyme; is equally decrepit and a gutter of brutally
unsolicited trash; that morosely infiltrates
impeccable lives,
There is nothing such as small stagnation or big
stagnation; for every stagnation that amorphously
devastates; is equally traumatic and an
inconspicuously unforgiving dungeon of rapacious
parasites,
There is nothing such as small infidelity or big
infidelity; for every infidelity that ruthlessly
betrays; is equally disastrous and an uncontrollably
evaporating desert of cancerous sadness,
There is nothing such as small obstacle or big
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obstacle; for every obstacle that unsavorily stops; is
equally bellicose and a frigidly skittish mist which
wholesomely dissolves with the voice of eternal
righteousness,
There is nothing such as small ungodliness or big
ungodliness; for every ungodliness that
indiscriminately bombards; is equally penurious and a
raunchily threadbare rag that rots in the confines of
unforgiving imprisonment,
There is nothing such as small delinquency or big
delinquency; for every delinquency that fatally
victimizes; is equally punishable and a helplessly
squirming maimed insect for the fabric of resplendent
mankind,
There is nothing such as small ghost or big ghost; for
every ghost that vengefully jinxes; is equally morbid
and a meaninglessly wastrel thorn for all echelon of
blissful society,
There is nothing such as small lie or big lie; for
every lie that savagely extinguishes; is equally lame
and a murderous bedlam of lugubrious non-existence,
There is nothing such as small politics or big
politics; for every politics that atrociously
disintegrates; is equally disdainful and a perilously
numbing blackness of mercilessness which never ends,
There is nothing such as small monotony or big
monotony; for every monotony that despicably jails; is
equally obnoxious and an unimaginable poison that
annihilates every iota of freshness in the;
ingratiatingly celestial atmosphere,
There is nothing such as small heartlessness or big
heartlessness; for every heartlessness that fiendishly
decimates; is equally demonic and a stream of stray
blood without the tiniest of rudiments or integrity,
And there is nothing such as small death or big death;
for every death that barbarously snatches; is equally
intolerable and a final adieu to the chapters of
Omnipotently sacrosanct life and unconquerably
priceless humanity…
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TALENT WITHOUT DETERMINATION
Talent without impregnable determination was like; the
most panoramically enamoring castle on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of
formidably unassailable foundation,
Talent without relentless determination was like; the
most fragrantly everlasting rose on this Universe all
right; but which was without the slightest trace of
propitiously effervescent bee or exuberant breeze,
Talent without intransigent determination was like;
the most enchantingly heavenly landscape on this
Universe all right; but which was without the
slightest impression of celestial grass or inimitably
sacrosanct cow,
Talent without unrelenting determination was like; the
most unflinchingly intrepid soldier on this Universe
all right; but who was without the slightest
insinuation of scintillating sword,
Talent without immutable determination was like; the
most voluptuously tantalizing and euphorically
reverberating clouds on this Universe all right; but
which were without the slightest enlightenment of
quintessentially ravishing rain,
Talent without indomitable determination was like; the
most poignantly tangy waters on this Universe all
right; but which were without the slightest acceptance
by the inscrutably majestic sea,
Talent without unparalleled determination was like;
the most brilliantly Omnipotent Sun on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest
backdrop of fathomlessly exhilarating sky,
Talent without invincible determination was like; the
most gigantically towering mountain on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of
unconquerably escalating and peerless peak,
Talent without unstoppable determination was like; the
most vividly resplendent waterfall on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of
ingratiatingly gurgling noise,
Talent without overpowering determination was like;
the most exotically princely pearl on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of skin
regally adorning its timeless grace,
Talent without passionate determination was like; the
most mellifluously ebullient nightingale on this
Universe all right; but which was without the
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slightest of spellbinding cadence or rhyme,
Talent without handsome determination was like; the
most gloriously sagacious literature on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of
pragmatically discerning reader,
Talent without unfettered determination was like; the
most eclectically fascinating kite on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest
background of timeless sky and emollient clouds,
Talent without unceasing determination was like; the
most invaluably luminescent clock on this Universe all
right; but which was without the slightest sense of
scrupulously unraveling and precision time,
Talent without unmasked determination was like; the
most beautifully iridescent star shimmering on this
Universe all right; but which was without the
slightest entrenchment of sensuously metaphorical
night,
Talent without limitless determination was like; the
most delectably queenly feet on this Universe all
right; but which were without the slightest of
resolutely firm ground to holistically tread,
Talent without untamed determination was like; the
most irrefutably truthful soul on this Universe all
right; but which was without the slightest of
symbiotically symmetric form; body or shape,
Talent without irrevocable determination was like; the
most marvelously artistic lung on this Universe all
right; but which was without the slightest of
tempestuously tingling breath or indispensable life,
And Talent without resurgent determination was like;
the most compassionately thundering heart on this
Universe all right; but which was without the
slightest of movement; flicker ; immortally romantic
beats and optimistic light….
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MAN OF THE MOMENT
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the
Unconquerable Mountains; with my silhouette towering
unflinchingly handsome; even as the most
hedonistically extemporizing dinosaurs; lambasted over
me left; right and brutal center,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Brilliant
Sun; with the uninhibitedly Omnipotent aura radiating
from my demeanor; enlightening the lamp of optimistic
hope in every frigidly diminishing household,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Enigmatic
Forests; with an unsurpassably euphoric stream of
inscrutable excitement; perennially lingering from the
whites of my uncannily princely eyes,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Fathomless
Cosmos; with the every bit of the celestially spell
binding Universe; compassionately titillating and
dancing on my pristine fingertips,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Nostalgically
Romantic Past; with even the most infinitesimally
obsolete cranny of skin rapaciously longing; for the
impeccably glorious moments once again; when I was a
Godly infant,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Bountifully
Burgeoning Paradise; with all that wafting from my
immaculately milky persona being nothing else but; the
rainbows of everlastingly unfazed success,
I didn’t want to lead life as Man of the
Effervescently Ticklish Circus; with even the most
diminutively nimble bone of my countenance fulminating
into an untamed catharsis of impregnably unparalleled
laughter,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Redolently
Vivacious roses; ubiquitously disseminating the scent
of wonderfully egalitarian existence; in every heart
and soul alike,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Opalescently
Revolutionary Millennium; metamorphosing even the most
evanescent coffin of horrendous despair; with my
unfathomable ocean of brilliantly stupefying
inventions,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Blazingly
Glamorous Hollywood; with even the most ethereally
disappearing of my shadows; being crazily engulfed by
winds of glitterati and intransigently unending
cynosure,
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I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Amiably
Blissful Stars; indefatigably shimmering into a
festoon of gloriously heavenly ecstasy; for hours and
centuries galore,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Endlessly
Enamoring Dreams; dogmatically unable to do anything;
except open the corridors of my brain to inexorably
muse; mesmerize and dream,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Jubilantly
Undulating Oceans; unfolding every conceivable minute
of my lifetime with the sensuously salty waves; of
limitlessly ebullient springiness,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the
Charismatically Priceless Pearls; enrapturing even the
most obfuscated ingredient of my impoverished blood;
with the miraculous magic of perpetually grandiloquent
Opulence,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Timelessly
Fascinating Deserts; unequivocally rolling in the
glistening sands; like the most invincibly silken
prince of all times,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Romantically
Imprisoning Winds; timidly surrendering even the most
inconspicuous iota of my existence to the chapters of
voluptuous bewilderment and love,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Blisteringly
Dynamic Future; profusely using the firmament of space
age; to mollify even the most infidel of my bodily
urge,
I didn’t want to lead life as MAN of the Pragmatically
Perspicacious Today; holistically confronting each
moment of my symbiotically destined life; as it
mystically unfurled,
But rather if given a choice and by the blessings of
the Lord Almighty; I would indeed want to lead life as
MAN OF THE CURRENT MOMENT; unlimitedly relishing the
puff of air ecstatically tingling my nostrils this
very moment; making me feel the richest organism on
earth alive; not only for this birth of mine but for
every birth of mine that the Creator made me to
triumphantly sail….
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THE OTHER NAME OF LIFE
The other name of life; is to spawn into a
rhapsodically fresh beginning every unfurling minute
of the day; although your past might have
indiscriminately pulverized you with an infinite
whiplashes of abuse and hedonistic disdain,
The other name of life; is to unfurl into an
unsurpassable festoon of resplendently vivacious
color; be enamored by the fathomlessly panoramic
gorges of Almighty Lord; even while you were in
drearily subjugated sleep,
The other name of life; is to frolic in the aisles of
rapaciously uncontrollable desire; kiss the most
unprecedented apogees of success; even when you felt
you were being ruthlessly gored by the ferociously
decimating bull,
The other name of life; is to unflinchingly confront
the most venomous juggernaut of the evil; perennially
smiling with the blessings of the Omnipotent divine,
The other name of life; is to metamorphose even the
most ethereal trace of deliriously pernicious
insanity; into an unrelenting tornado of exuberantly
mesmerizing freshness,
The other name of life; is to uninhibitedly philander
under the perpetually blazing rays of the Omniscient
Sun; enlightening every dwelling besieged with
cancerously arcane despair; even though you were
standing beside your veritable shivering grave,
The other name of life; is to symbiotically prosper
arm in arm with every echelon of living kind and
holistic society; melanging every conceivable color
under the Sun; with the religion of unconquerable
humanity,
The other name of life; is to keep perennially
blossoming into a civilization of fructifying
virility; boundless kilometers away from the
tombstones of morbidly decrepit manipulation and
baselessly lugubrious prejudice,
The other name of life; is to assimilate all goodness
that you could fathom from the enchantingly spell
binding atmosphere; ubiquitously sprinkle and bestow
the same upon every entity that you encountered in
your enigmatic way,
The other name of life; is to keep relentlessly
blazing like into a whirlpool of artistically untamed
exoticism; even as avalanches of grumpily sodomizing
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politics tried to slander and lethally incarcerate you
from all sides,
The other name of life; is to regally lead each
unfurling moment that unleashed your way to the most
aristocratic limits; and limitlessly ensure the same
to every bereaved organism; who was frantically
struggling to be alive
The other name of life; is to tirelessly spawn like
the poignantly seductive dewdrop; even though it was
well past the heart of gruesomely tyrannizing
midnight,
The other name of life; is to indomitably stand for
the unassailably righteous redolence of Omnipresent
truth; overtopple the monsters of hell; with the sword
of timelessly sacrosanct unity,
The other name of life; is to indefatigably march on
the mission to bond all estranged and disparagingly
staggering mankind; with threads of unbreakably
euphoric and propitiously beautiful camaraderie,
The other name of life; is to soar like a handsomely
unblemished prince through the heavens of bountiful
oneness; blissfully perpetuate the mantra of
iridescent sharing; amongst all cold-bloodedly
dreadful parasites,
The other name of life; is to unstoppably innovate a
civilization of peerless jubilation all the time;
trigger the element of congenital restlessness in your
soul; to harness the most enthrallingly optimum of
even the most frigid bits of lackadaisical space,
The other name of life; is to be a messiah of all
opprobriously decaying living kind; dissipating the
unfathomably majestic energy of your persona; to give
birth to an immortally optimistic tomorrow,
The other name of life; is to take birth an infinite
times again and again and again; for the beloved whom
you had wholesomely dedicated your this life to,
And the other name of life; is to always follow the
inner most voices of your heart; coalesce even the
most diminutive ingredient of your blood with the
spirit of divinely compassionate sensuality; even as
the entire uncouthly monotonous world outside treated
you as the devil’s wife…
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AN INFINITE LIVES; AN INFINITE DEATHS
An infinite playgrounds of exuberantly rhapsodic
smiles; An infinite coffins of inexplicably aggrieving
tears,
An infinite gorges of unprecedentedly unceasing
ecstasy; An infinite mortuaries of remorsefully
decrepit sullenness,
An infinite skies of celestially everlasting
enchantment; An infinite barren slopes of debasingly
slithering and demonic scorpions,
An infinite entrenchments of majestically resplendent
accolades; An infinite begging bowls of horrendously
ghastly impoverishment and threadbare disdain,
An infinite temples of unconquerably Omnipotent
heavenliness; An infinite cadaverously traumatic
spirits; marauding ghoulishly into the impeccable
soul,
An infinite anecdotes of gorgeously perennial
prosperity; An infinite crutches of bizarrely
debilitating and acrimoniously disastrous leprosy,
An infinite meadows of tantalizingly tingling
freshness; An infinite dungeons uxoriously dumped with
pugnacious feces and ominously lackluster indolence,
An infinite valleys of ingeniously royal inventions;
An infinite fecklessly frigid and insipidly sedentary
stones; lying crumpled beneath the cacophonically
groaning donkey’s hide,
An infinite roses of invincibly enamoring scent; An
infinite whiplashes of unsavorily brutal dereliction
and pathetically subjugating politics,
An infinite castles bounteously overflowing with
iridescently mesmerizing cisterns of gold and jubilant
silver; An infinite infinitesimal mosquitoes digging
their tentacles harder and harder into treacherously
rotting shit,
An infinite uninhibitedly fluttering birds impregnably
ruling the fathomlessly crystal blue skies; An
infinite preposterously diminutive ants; being blown
into wisps of ethereal oblivion at the slightest
innuendo of wind,
An infinite rainbows of profoundly titillating
reinvigoration; An infinite prison bars besmirched
with vindictively diabolical prejudice and unendingly
malicious ennui,
An infinite winds of blisteringly indomitable
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victories; An infinite disparagingly disappearing and
profane shadows of merciless betrayal,
An infinite oceans of opulently milky pearls; An
infinite iconoclastically ragged cobblestones leading
to the gallows of unsparing extinction,
An infinite venerated cries of the innocuously
newborn; An infinite disheveled grey hair; which
mightn’t sight yet another dawn,
An infinite Lions patriotically marching with Kingly
ease through the paradise of insuperable truth; An
infinite insects being indiscriminately trampled by
the advancing foot; for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,
An infinite scriptures of pricelessly worshipped
literature; An infinite hutments of gratuitously
salacious illiteracy; existing fathomless kilometers
beneath the poverty line,
An infinite fortnights of timelessly blessing
sensuousness; An infinite carcasses of ludicrously
sordid infertility; inconsolably weeping all the time,
An infinite heavens of ingratiatingly astounding
proliferation; An infinite Hell’s where only
torturously cold-blooded barbarism reigned
hedonistically supreme,
An infinite exotically propitious replenishments; An
infinite tumultuously torrid deserts of limitlessly
sub-servient thirst,
And an infinite unassailably euphoric lives; An
infinite despairingly violent and deliriously cruel
deaths,
Is what every ingredient of my blood ardently wanted
to experience; for the spirit of Immortally unshakable
and wonderfully mystical; poetry; poetry and
Omnipresently magical Love Poetry….
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IF MY CAR COULD RUN ON PURE WATER
IF MY CAR could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would wander
thousands of kilometers in the day,
Driving at roaring speeds through the broad highway streets; drowned in
waves of tremendous euphoria.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would stop
contemplating the cost of expensive gasoline,
Explore every nook and cranny of the gigantic globe; would prefer to
drive; every time I was overpowered with the incorrigible urge to walk.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would evacuate the
monsoon rivers of their liquid,
Storing it surreptitiously in my colossal tank; pilfer every droplet of the
solvent dribbling from the mountain springs.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would relinquish to
travel by the most extravagant of aircraft,
Thoroughly utilizing my incredulous contraption; to transport me
wherever I wanted; without the slightest pinch to my pocket.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would never feel
uncouth pangs of thirst reverberate in my vocal chords,
As I would devour frugal mouthfuls of the liquid stashed in my fuel
jacket; at intermittent intervals while traversing through the streets.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would make
frequent visits to the gushing jungle stream,
Swimming rambunctiously in the same; withdrawing as much water as I
could while gleefully returning.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would camouflage
my automobile with coarse sheets of sprawling canvas,
Would impregnate it with all the amenities indispensable for life; inhabit
it unrelentingly all day and night; while rolling on the roads.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would save
astronomical sums of money,
Investing the same in diversified arenas of life; gain in insight and loads
of experience while transgressing through mesmerizing parts of the
world.
If my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would get reprieve
from obnoxious stench of the elixir,
Instead have the ravishing aroma of fresh water waft into my nostrils;
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encompassing my persona with waves of enchantment.
And if my car could run on pure water instead of petrol; I would sleep
like a diabolical demon all night; released from the onerous tensions of
ruminating over price hikes,
Travel all sunlit day in my luxurious caravan with my beloved in close
proximity; now completely oblivious to the hour when I had last filled
disdainful petrol.
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WAITER COME HERE PLEASE
HE SERVED UMPTEENTH a dish at the bark of a crisp command; with
twin pair of eyes focused dead straight towards the table,
Nimbly took a plethora of orders; from famished customers to satiate
their gluttony,
Made frequent rounds to the kitchen; conversing loquaciously with the
rotund chef,
Greeted all those who entered the hotel; with an amicably appearing
congenial smile,
Instigated his fellow counterparts; to bustle back to work; reciting to
them a rustic joke,
Scrupulously cleaned the dishes after they were rampantly used; picking
up the most inconspicuous of loiter from the floor,
Meticulously arranged the armory of crimson rose in their respective
jars; made sure that all candles rose up to a handsome flame,
Ran instantaneously to the sound of tinkling bells over the counter;
glued his vision towards the screen flashing multiple items of food,
Occasionally listened to a volley of hostile expletives from his clients; for
not adhering immaculately to requirements of their taste,
Was immensely pleased at witnessing the exorbitantly affluent;
envisaging the fat tips they would bestow upon his impoverished
persona,
Shivered incessantly in the biting cold; clad in threadbare minimum of
cloth to drape his demeanor,
Voraciously sketched a battalion of faces; sitting on his bohemian stool;
in his spare time,
Swayed articulately to beats of pulsating music at intermittent intervals;
to reinvigorate his dreary passengers,
Hoisted innocuous toddlers high in the air; dexterously catching them
single handed; to grant ailing mothers some reprieve from the tyranny of
their children,
Had gladly incorporated a list of appetizing dishes; as his daily jargon;
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sometimes inadvertently whispering the names of cooked items in his
dreams,
Magnificently controlled his temper; trying to avoid the most minuscule
of altercation if possible,
Worked like a clockwork machine; inexorably all throughout the
monotonous day,
Slept in a cloistered room all chilly night; profoundly detesting the next
day to unveil; the nondescript rigmarole of taking orders,
Wore a flabby cap; shielding his rubicund face; a neat tie dangling
unsolicitedly from his collar,
There were tears gushing from his eyes when I addressed him by his
first name; for he was literally oblivious to all other sounds; except for
that dreaded voice stringently calling him waiter come here please.
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IF THE CLOUDS SHOWERED GOLD INSTEAD OF RAIN
IF THE CLOUDS showered gold instead of rain; the minutest trace of
poverty would be annihilated from earth,
The indigent beggars on the street would catapult in sheer ecstasy;
stashing as much of coin as they ever dreamt of; in their ragamuffin
bags.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; marriages round the globe
would occur in chambers of impeccable silk,
With the bride extravagantly embellished in silken cloth; and the
bridegroom completely bereft of the onerous tension to earn.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; the commoner would
traverse on glistening roads of molded yellow,
The thieves would forget to pilfer; and the Mafia would forget to maraud;
as they were now blessed with opulence right from the colossal sky.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; man would incorporate his
house with gigantic slabs of the same,
Articulately sculpturing his plates of the gold; ravenously consuming his
food from it; profoundly lost in the scintillating glitter.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; people would be saved from
the tyranny of monotonous work,
Transit from realms of despondency to one replete with ebullience;
easily perishing the desire to perspire and slog.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; clusters of birds would utilize
gold in place of threadbare twigs to construct their nests,
The armory of their eggs would hatch in an ambience of ostentatious
gold; blended with profuse opulence.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; abhorrent termites would
tenaciously gnaw in their deadly pincers,
They would be treated to a ravishing meal of currency coin for a change;
were absolutely delighted; after being used to painstakingly nibbling
decayed wood.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; severely afflicted patients
would leave their disdainful hospital beds,
Run out rampantly on the streets refraining to rue their pain; spreading
out their febrile palms to clasp the gold.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; the fighter pilots flying at
unprecedented heights in the sky would forget to fire a fleet of hostile
grenade,
They would be too busy to concentrate on the pugnacious war; open the
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door of the cockpit to get hold of the gold.
If the clouds showered gold instead of rain; every individual would feel
overwhelmingly blessed initially; with the rigmarole and turmoil to work
completely diminishing,
However the plants sprouting from soil would die a gruesome death; the
animal kingdom would fatally relinquish breath;
And the most treasured species of man would disastrously succumb
without crystal water; which was now replaced by gold in all forms and
traces,
Therefore it is my humble plea to you O! Divine creator; to shower upon
the earth bountiful rain; wherein lies impregnated abundantly; the true
spirit and the true gold.
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LIFE IS AS OMNIPOTENT AS GOD
LIFE IS AS sweet as a chocolate; go and greedily crunch it,
Life is as ravishing as the choppy ocean; go and swim in it,
Life is as dense as the deciduous forest; go and voraciously philander in
it,
Life is as perspicuous as the scintillating mirror; go and sight your
reflection in it,
Life is as green as the sprawling grasses; go and exuberantly roll in it,
Life is as impeccable as frosty cows milk; go and perseveringly gulp it,
Life is as fragrant as the mesmerizing scarlet rose; go and smell it,
Life is as warm as the cozy quilt; go and comfortably snuggle in it,
Life is as voluptuous as brown chunks of mud; go and ebulliently plough
it,
Life is as vivid as the rainbow in the cosmos; go and surreptitiously
perceive it,
Life is as surreal as blissful heaven; go and inexorably fantasize about
it,
Life is as contemporary as the swanky car; go and drive it,
Life is as slippery as the slimy oyster shells; go and intensely feel it,
Life is as thorny as the gigantic cactus; go and prick it,
Life is as poignant as green chili; go and tenaciously chew it,
Life is as heavy as the mammoth boulder; go and skillfully hoist it,
Life is as strong as the formidable fortress wall; go and wrestle with it,
Life is as grandiloquent as the bombastic palace; go and languish in it,
Life is as brilliant as the dazzling sun; go and bask directly beneath it,
Life is as dark as the cloistered well; go and dip your persona in it,
Life is as enchanting as the placid moon; go and profoundly admire it,
Life is as blistering as the scorching deserts; go and run unrelentingly in
it,
Life is as beautiful as the dainty fairy; go and gently caress it,
Life is as incredulous as the conventional aircraft; go and fly high in it,
Life is as comic as the circus clown; go and tumultuously laugh with it,
Life is as steep as the lanky mountain; go and adroitly clamber it,
Life is as tingling as the gushing mountain stream; go and uninhibitedly
bathe in it,
Life is as intricate as the mothers womb; go and worship it,
Life is as horrendous as the swirling whirlpool; go and audaciously
confront it,
Life is as enigmatic as the meticulously spun spiders web; go and
entangle it,
Life is as simple as a line drawn on the floor; go and vigorously enjoy it,
Life is as savage as a sword; go and fight valiantly with it,
Life is as vibrant as the majestic peacock spreading its feathers; go and
supremely relish it,
Life is as romantic as the person you care for; go and incorrigibly love it,
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Life is as sacrosanct as the omnipotent creator; go and wholesomely
lead it.
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MOUSTACHE
WHEN I CURLED it slightly with my fingers it resembled the angular
horns of the placid cow; standing up in alacrity,
Shimmering vibrantly in the sunshine; with unruly bristles of hair
protruding out rampantly from umpteenth quarters.
When I combed it scrupulously with a serrated brush; it settled to
perfectly commensurate proportions,
Adhering amicably to my lips; appearing as sedate as an angel having
long gone off to sleep.
When I applied exorbitant coats of sweet honey on it; it acquired
profound tinges of enchanting amber,
There wafted a heavenly aroma into my nostrils; also a scores of
irksome red ants crawled to relish the paradise.
When I rubbed it against the naked cheek of my beloved; it engendered
a plethora of scarlet blemishes,
She blushed heavily in consternation; and there were infinite tingling
sensations impregnated all over her persona.
When I refrained to trim it all along the unveiling week; it proliferated
untidily in clusters,
My face now appeared like that of a passionate buffoon; and it seemed
as if I had relinquished all interest in life.
When I breathed vigorously into it expending my lungs to full capacity; it
wavered a little; disconcertingly perturbed by the onslaught,
Retorted back in intense indignation; prompting me to scratch my skin till
it virtually bled.
When I swished at it wildly with my tongue; feverishly caressing a
battalion of blades in the process; it didn’t seem to mind the least,
Stuck diligently to my flesh in an amalgamated heap; sedately slept for a
few hours until the saliva dried.
When I rubbed it frivolously during business meetings; it seemed to
have a psychological influence in calming my frayed nerves,
Substantially eased tumultuous tension from my mind; granting me a
winning edge over my adversaries.
When I let sweat dribble profusely into it; feebly attempting to resist the
flow; it looked all the more handsome,
With the full light of the sun accentuating its drooping periphery; and the
aftermath made me feel like a real man.
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But when I tonsured it inadvertently; completely annihilating it from my
silhouette; I appeared comically distorted; with a feminine disposition
inevitably descending on my demeanor,
Although I considered myself as extremely lucky and blessed; as my
moustache once again grew into bushy clusters rapidly a few days after
shaving; and I thereby took a solemn pledge of never plucking it again.
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IN MY DREAMS
IN MY DREAMS I climbed mount Everest barefoot;
reaching the summit within flash seconds of time,
While in real life my feet trembled in the snow;
and I relinquished the expedition midway; safely returning home.
In my dreams I pulverized unbaked bricks into infinite splinters;
with the mere caress of my hands,
While in real life the conglomerate of bones in my hands developed
a factory of crack;
after I succeeded doing the same; taking intervals to inhale long
breaths.
In my dreams I stood clad in threadbare attire; in bold confrontation
with the striped panther;
trying to subdue his thunderous growl,
While in real life I clambered up the nearby tree at electric speeds;
in order to save my skin getting ruthlessly stripped by the beast.
In my dreams I philandered with the most beautiful women on earth;
profoundly admiring their charisma; lured by their mystical
grace and charm,
While In real life I refrained from doing so;
due to sheer terror of my domineering spouse.
In my dreams I ate the most sumptuous of meals;
drank stupendously ravishing grape vine,
While in real life I had to remain contented with minuscule
fillings of rice blended with curd;
with the occasional chunk of raspberry bread.
In my dreams I basked in the sunshine on the roof of the glistening
palace;
feasting my eyes on the panoramic view of the blueberry hills;
with a fleet of professionals massaging my silhouette,
While in real life I got up with aching bones from my indigenous cot;
took the acrimonious rays of sun directly in my hazel eyes.
In my dreams I envisaged myself as an enchanting singer;
alluring scores of crowd by the mesmerizing melody in my voice,
While in real life the ones in vicinity abhorrently closed their ears;
unable to bear the tyranny of my hoarse and masculine sound..
In my dreams I saw blank checks strewn in bountiful abundance
around my demeanor;
waiting ardently for my signature and the amount I wished to
withdraw,
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While in real life I slogged like a bull all sweltering day;
didn’t have the capacity of handling the parchment; let alone
signing one.
In my dreams I perceived white water streams gushing past my
entrance gate;
diffusing their spray with poignant alacrity on my face,
While in real life I had the fetid gutter flowing rampantly past my
doorsteps;
with an irascible odor wafting; which made me unrelentingly sneeze.
In my dreams I watched enticing films on grandiloquent screens
studded with articulate diamonds;
whose scintillating glare was a trifle difficult for my eyes to absorb,
While in real life there lay a dilapidated television beside my bed;
displaying pictures in spiceless black and white; intentionally
distorting the intricate images.
In my dreams I saw ostentatious cars lined up my porch;
with the drivers seat made of satin sponge,
While in real life all I had was a bicycle with an aboriginal bell;
and the capricious brakes failing I needed them the most.
In my dreams I saw angels from the sky cajoling me; cuddling me
in the ribs;
reciting historic fables of love and beautiful splendor,
While in real life I had the ominous eyes of my employer staring
down at me menacingly;
expecting ingenious policies that would change the complexion
of his bedraggled business.
In my dreams I incessantly fantasized spending marathon hours
with the girl I loved
drowning inexorably into the ocean of her immaculate love,
While in real life there were a mountain of barricades which
separated us;
prevented us from fulfilling our desires.
Therefore it is my humble plea to you O! Divine creator;
to sequester me from acerbic realities of mundane life,
Let me voraciously romanticize; let me be in the colossal kingdom of my
dreams.
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WHERE ON EARTH CAN I FIND
WHERE ON EARTH can I find a lotus flower; without the slightest of
redolence,
Where on earth can I find an olive green coconut; without sweet kernel
water,
Where on earth can I find an ocean; without majestically swirling waves
of saline solvent,
Where on earth can I find a fleet of fat sheep; without infinite tufts of
flocculent wool,
Where on earth can I find a royal horse gallivanting through the fields;
without triangular shaped copper hooves,
Where on earth can I find a hooded reptile slithering through the dense
forest; without lethal embodiments of poison,
Where on earth can I find a bundle of immaculate cotton; without
profuse traces of softness,
Where on earth can I find an iridescent diamond; without a profoundly
scintillating shine,
Where on earth can I find a stick of green chili; without a tangy and
piquant flavor,
Where on earth can I find an infant; without obstreperously emanating
cries,
Where on earth can I find granules of pulverized sugar; without traces of
lingering sweetness,
Where on earth can I find a bird soaring high in the silken clouds;
without tapered pairs of wings,
Where on earth can I find an innocuous squirrel; without a long and
bushy tail,
Where on earth can I find a fulminating volcano; without producing
tumultuous amounts of heat,
Where on earth can I find a mammoth elephant; without flamboyant
protrusions of wild tusks,
Where on earth can I find a rainbow in the firmament of sky; without
vivacious streaks of vivid color,
Where on earth can I find an animate soul transgressing; without
inhaling gallons of fresh air,
Where on earth can I find a mother; without empathy for her newly born
child,
Where on earth can I find god; without a philanthropic disposition
towards his disciples,
And where on earth can I find a family; which hasn’t experienced the
slightest of affliction; a family whose every single ancestor is yet
breathing and alive?
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BEAUTY NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED
THE SUN IN the cosmos itself doesn’t know the omnipotence in its
shine; the blazing yellow circumventing its persona,
Its only when we profoundly admire its tenacity; the blistering heat it
imparts to fumigate pallid earth; does it comes to realize that it is indeed
beautiful.
The crimson colored rose itself doesn’t know the mesmerizing odor it
emanates; the voluptuous complexion profusely embedded in its core,
Its only when we cherish its enchanting fragrance; the stupendous sight
it portrays when sighted at evanescent dawn; does it come to realize
that it is indeed beautiful.
The star twinkling amidst naked patches of sky itself doesn’t know its
shine; the radiance that envelops its incongruous silhouette,
Its only when we applaud it for its resplendence; the illumination it
provides in the chilly night; does it come to realize that it is indeed
beautiful.
The boundless ocean itself doesn’t know about its infinite size; the
unfathomable depth it incorporates in its belly,
Its only when we exuberantly praise its swirling waves; ravishing froth
striking the shores; scores of glistening white sharks swimming; does it
come to realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The opalescent butterfly itself doesn’t know about its multicolored wings;
the swishing tentacles extruding from beneath its eyes,
Its only when we acclaim it for its nimble footed flight in the air; the
delectable draughts of wind it engenders while flying; does it come to
realize that it is indeed beautiful.
The vivacious reptile itself doesn’t know about its hiss; the mystically
slithering body it possesses,
Its only when we laud it for its tantalizingly shimmering skin; the
remarkably transparent eyes; does it come to realize that it is indeed
beautiful.
The obdurate shell of coconut itself doesn’t know about its stone shell;
the incredulous heights it projects from on the tall tree,
Its only when we value it for its appetizing juice; the immaculate and
sumptuous pulp incarcerated in its walls; does it come to realize that it is
indeed beautiful.
The slime-coated oyster itself doesn’t know about its wealth; the loose
ferns agglutinated to its visage,
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Its only when we treasure it for its scintillating pearls; the rejuvenating
salty water which ejects when we slice its body; does it come to realize
that it is indeed beautiful.
The newly born infant itself doesn’t know about its innocuous heart; the
tiny legs that caress its mother,
Its only when we clap at it for mustering courage to walk; the frivolous
smiles it does when tickled; does it come to realize that it is indeed
beautiful.
Beauty is a virtue embodied in all of us transgressing through the
surface of this earth; it is a blessing we are all born with,
All though we remain indiscreetly oblivious to it; as we don’t admire it,
Beauty is too precious to be neglected; too sacrosanct to be
ignominiously condemned; beauty needs to be appreciated.
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THE TRUE SPIRIT OF LIFE
IN ORDER TO bring out the true essence of rose; you need to place it in
strong currents of misty breeze,
In order to bring out the true sparkle of diamond; you need to scrub it
vigorously with a coarse chunk of cloth,
In order to bring out the true flavor of milk; you need to tenaciously
extract the same from the sacrosanct demeanor of mother cow,
In order to bring out the true softness of scalp hair; you need to
meticulously entangle the disdainful clusters; swish the hair brush
animatedly all over,
In order to bring out the true aroma of swirling waves; you need to make
them collide with the mammoth conglomerate of shining rocks,
In order to bring out the true color of the sky; you need to inundate it
with dazzling beams of sunlight,
In order to bring out the true taste of succulent apple; you need to
masticate the same with overwhelming ardor,
In order to bring out the true strength of cement; you need to sprinkle it
with small pints of water everyday; granting it fortification with every hour
unleashing,
In order to bring out the true heat of sands; you need to let them sizzle
in hostile light rays of the afternoon,
In order to bring out the true complexion of the chameleon; you need to
let it philander freely in constantly changing surroundings,
In order to bring out the true size of the preposterously huge whale; you
need to place it in a pond replete with small fish,
In order to bring out the true transparency of mirror, you need to sight
your reflection in the same; at an hour past unearthly midnight,
In order to bring out the true scent of nondescript mud; you need flood
the same with infinite globules of fresh rainwater,
In order to bring out the true voice of the nightingale; you need to
provide it with a perpetually still ambience to sing its melodious tunes,
In order to bring out the true smile of a child; you need to hoist it high in
the air; kiss and tickle it voraciously in its ribs,
In order to bring out the true speed of the panther; you need to entice
him with a flock of nimble footed deer galloping through the forest,
In order to bring out the true belligerence of a soldier; you need to place
him against his adversary; on the merciless battlefield,
In order to bring out the true fervor of love; you need to stand by your
beloved till times immemorial,
And in order to bring out the true spirit of life; you need to plunge into the
sea of vivacious adventure; confront a plethora of acerbic barricades;
and yet come out of it all guns blazing…
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IT WAS PERFECTLY NORMAL
IT WAS PERFECTLY normal to burst into pools of uninhibited laughter;
after witnessing a garishly painted clown,
It was perfectly normal to hysterically sob; at the death of someone you
vehemently revered,
It was perfectly normal to trip head-on on your nose; after walking
through a puddle of slushy grease,
It was perfectly normal to tenaciously scratch your scalp; when snow
white beads of dandruff camouflaged them in entirety,
It was perfectly normal to purse your lips profusely; after swallowing a
sumptuously appetizing meal,
It was perfectly normal to thunderously sneeze; when disdainful
granules of incongruous dust entered your nose,
It was perfectly normal to shiver; when you stood bare chested in
freezing currents of bizarre winter,
It was perfectly normal to collapse in a bedraggled heap; when you
carried a mountain of mud on your slender shoulder,
It was perfectly normal to blush like a scarlet complexioned rose; when
you were caught red-handed trying to blatantly flirt with a girl,
It was perfectly normal to pound your fists in raw indignation; when you
were encompassed from all sides with unfathomable frustration,
It was perfectly normal to perspire; when you worked arduously under
sizzling rays of the sun,
It was perfectly normal to yawn; when your lids felt overwhelmingly
heavy; your body felt drowned in waves of exhaustion,
It was perfectly normal to be insatiably greedy; when you prevailed in an
ambience besieged with unprecedented poverty,
It was perfectly normal to experience tingling sensations; after you lazily
philandered amidst stalks of nimble grass,
It was perfectly normal to use a volley of harsh expletives; after you
were provoked to the threshold limits of tolerance,
It was perfectly normal to scowl animatedly at the class teacher; when
she bored you for hours; reciting notes of century old history,
It was perfectly normal to innocuously hiccup; when you swallowed your
meals at lightening speeds,
It was perfectly normal to feel stabbed by tremors of lust; when you were
in the vicinity of stupendous beauty,
It was perfectly normal to scream in the middle of night; when your
dwelling was struck by the vicious onslaught of an earthquake,
And It was perfectly normal to commit a plethora of blunders and errors
in the course of your life as a human being; as long as you existed in
blissful synergy with nature; wholesomely revered the God who created
you; ardently adored the Mother who gave you birth; fervently loved the
girl who made you feel you were living and breathing alive.
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ONLY THOSE
ONLY THOSE WHO are perpetually blind; having their lives
camouflaged in gruesome darkness,
Can wholesomely realize the value of having pellucid eyes; the gift of
mesmerizing sight.
Only those who are maimed; having their feet encapsulated in stirrups of
solid steel,
Can perceive the beauty of strong legs; the ensemble of delectably tiny
toes treading on fresh chunks of earth.
Only those who are stone deaf; being oblivious to presence of the
minutest of noise,
Can cognize the importance of drifting voices; the blissful frequency of
melodious sound.
Only those who are dumb; finding it virtually impossible to give
substance to words,
Can conceive the crispness of conversation; the splendor of clear
speech.
Only those who are embodied with disdainful boils; tyrannizing disease
rendering them as hapless lepers,
Can envisage the grandeur of immaculate skin; the resplendent
complexion sparkling profoundly under the sun.
Only those shivering in bizarre cold on the snow clad slopes; infinite
strands of hair projecting in tandem on their skins,
Can comprehend the heat generated by crackling fires; the warmth
imparted in the interiors of dwellings.
Only those who are bald; without the most minuscule trace of follicles on
their barren scalps,
Can appreciate thick curls of entwined hair; the way they sometimes
cascaded down in languid harmony.
Only those who are orphaned; being brutally kicked by the uncouth
society at all quarters,
Can apprehend the compassion emanating from the mother’s lap; her
unblemished palms putting the exhausted soul to immortal sleep.
Only those who are in intense affliction; being circumvented with
inexplicable misery and pain,
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Can grasp the meaning of existing in conjunction with nature; the
invincibly appearing smile.
And only those who are deprived of sharing; left unattended without the
slightest essence of care,
Can overwhelmingly blend with the spirit of true love; understand in
entirety what it takes to fulfill it; lead life perennially with the same.
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ONLY AFTER
Bathing in an chilled ocean of champagne; consuming
small sips of the same
with stupendous relish,
Climbing the peak of the snow clad alps; feasting the
panoramic view of the
gorgeous valley,
Driving flamboyant cars at whirlwind speeds; wildly
careening through the
colossal expanse of the highway,
Impulsively sketching intricate shapes of brave
stalwarts; portraying their
charisma to the mundane world,
Tenaciously biting into obdurate chunks of farm apple;
reducing the succulent
fruit to pulp,
Voraciously rolling in a slurry of wet mud; getting
intensely tickled by the
poignant aroma,
Riding on bare camelback through the arid regions of
the desert; profoundly
enjoying the golden sands,
Scrubbing my entire silhouette with an extract of
piquant green chili;
breathing fumes of boiling gas from my nose,
Embellishing my spouse with the most exquisite of
jewelry; inundating her
parted hair with crimson vermilion,
Gyrating to blasting music diffusing from the
discotheque; swirling
uninhibitedly till wee hours of evanescent dawn,
Decoding the most baffling of enigmas; innovating a
plethora of contrivances
to assist the commoner,
Soaring high in the air strapped tightly to an
inflated balloon; whistling in
unison with the passing birds,
Swimming onerously against the high rising waves;
swallowing pinches of frothy
water in my famished mouth,
Staring unrelentingly at the sapphire sky; trying to
unveil the vagaries of
life in the twinkling stars,
Roasting a battalion of sumptuous fish on hot embers
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of coal; chewing the same
scrupulously entangling the pointed bones,
Languishing sedately on a mattress of pure silk;
bouncing sporadically on the
flocculent cotton,
Perspiring like a pig under the sweltering heat of sun
god; bustling robustly
in the fervor of youth,
Gallivanting on the streets casually attired; passing
chivalrous smiles to all
I encountered,
Amalgamating torn pieces of rags; meticulously with
the metallic bodkin,
Molding threadbare lumps of greasy wax; into a
grandiloquent statue,
Garrulously conversing the entire day with innocuous
children; reminiscing my
childhood days,
Pinching swollen paper bags with my nail; thereby
producing obstreperous
bangs,
Polishing the enamel of my teeth incessantly with
rustic sticks of tree bark;
granting them a perpetual sparkle,
Embossing infinite lines of calligraphy on bonded
paper; transforming its
pallid persona into one embedded with literary
compositions,
Inscribing her name on my chest with a switchblade;
imprisoning her close to
my heart,
Philandering across umpteenth places of the globe;
absorbing the enchanting
mysticism of natural forest,
Serving humanity with all my might; extending my
services to all those
deprived of indispensable vision,
Yes this is no kidding; the above mentioned blended
with bountiful more,
ONLY AFTER which I would like to relinquish breath;
and leave for my heavenly
abode.
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GRILLS
When I riveted a grill of pure gold across my window;
the burglars stared
unrelentingly; thinking I was overwhelmingly rich,
They whispered in inaudible tones about the wealth;
they envisaged was stored
inside,
Delicately chiseled the grill with their axe; and
dexterously pilfered all
they could lay their hands on.
When I put a grill of silver bars across my window;
the mouths of the burglars
slavered at witnessing the gleam,
They abandoned their other plans of robbery; intensely
concentrating on my
house,
Imagining the wonderful goods inside; and
indiscriminately barged in snapping
the grill.
When I embedded a grill of immaculate ivory across my
window; the burglars had
a hard time stifling their startled gasps,
They admired the rustic charm I had incorporated in an
innocuous window;
contemplating my real wealth,
Atrociously smashed the same with their bludgeons; to
savor the taste of my
hidden resources.
When I stuck a grill of scintillating and pellucid
mirror across my window;
the burglars were busy gazing at their reflections,
Thoroughly mesmerized by the transparent grill; the
richness that lay blended
in the sparkling glass,
Smashed the same into splinters using hard stone;
gaining easy access into my
chamber of dreams.
When I used a grill of fragrant rosewood across my
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window; the burglars got
insatiably tickled by the aroma,
They didn’t feel like budging an inch; drowned in the
celestial aroma,
Later broke the same using slender sticks of
explosives; intruded upon the
privacy of my nocturnal bedroom.
When I fixed a grill of barbed wire charged with
electric current across my
window; the burglars were simply intrigued by the
contrivance,
They perceived me to me astoundingly clever; pondered
profoundly on
annihilating my automatic device,
Did the same with clinical precision; abhorrently
transgressing through my
solitary dwelling.
It then when I decided to have no grill at all; kept
the colossal space of
window absolutely bare to peep,
The burglars passing didn’t even notice; dismissing
all thoughts of me
possessing the slightest of affluence; ridiculing my
threadbare disposition,
They had other houses to sabotage on their list; it
was the first time they
spared me from possible harm,
And I snored blissfully all night; laughing in my
dreams and saying; TO STAY
WITHOUT A GRILL IS FAR BETTER THAN HAVING ONE.
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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
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
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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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IN THE EYES OF HATRED
In the conglomerate of sinister clouds; there lay
hidden twinkling stars,
Which emitted brilliant ramifications as the sky
cleared; mystically
illuminating the atmosphere.
In the dense clusters of green leaves; there lay
hidden the incongruously
sculptured branch,
Which was thoroughly elastic with succulent juice
oozing; and provided
adequate nutrition to the leaves.
In colossal slopes of the treacherous mountain
terrain; there lay hidden
infinite tunnels; sequestered from acerbic rays of the
sun,
In which resided scores of innocuous rabbit; as well
as a fleet of wailing
wolf.
In the hostile fangs of poisonous reptile; there lay
hidden a hissing sound,
Which permeated the ambience with waves of
enchantment; indispensably
captivating the attention of all animals in vicinity.
In the blistering rays of flaming sun; there lay
hidden resplendent tinges of
rich gold,
Which depicted its natural splendor; the mesmerizing
spell that it had cast
for centuries unprecedented on this earth.
In the ocean of sizzling lava strewn rampantly
circumventing the volcano;
there lay hidden crimson colored fumes,
Which painstakingly arose in the air; eventually
blending with the firmament
of sky.
In the diabolical silhouette of wild elephant; there
lay hidden twin pairs of
gleaming tusks,
Which bore their way vehemently through the jungle
outgrowths; portraying
their magnanimous glory to all.
In every rivulet of the intensely polluted stream;
there lay hidden sweet
mineral water,
If only it was scrupulously recycled; stringently
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annihilating disdainful
impurities impregnated in its persona.
In the body of every little child wandering on this
earth; there lay hidden
the omniscient god,
As immaculate as virgin milk dribbling from cow teats;
with the entire
universe distinctly visible in the impeccable mouth.
And in the eyes of overwhelming hatred; there lay
hidden dormant traces of
perpetual love,
Which was ready to yield; the moment you caressed and
tickled it with loads
of empathy blended with profound care..
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CONTROL IT
Control it; or prepare to loose all your sense of
overwhelmingly sagacious prudence,
Control it; or prepare to blend like a piece of frigid
chalk in profoundly bedraggled soil,
Control it; or prepare to slacken your invincible
stranglehold on the periphery of precious life,
Control it; or prepare to swoon down inevitably
towards the ground; as the heat was no longer
conducive for your nerves to bear,
Control it; or prepare to uncouthly erase the ocean of
blissfully nostalgic memories forever from your
intricate mind,
Control it; or prepare to plunge down into the
fathomless deep valley; after successfully clambering
up the astronomically gigantic summit,
Control it; or prepare to punctuate gaping holes; in
your impeccably synchronized plan of unconquerable
triumph,
Control it; or prepare to embarrassingly slip on a
road embedded profusely with obdurate spikes,
Control it; or prepare to let the indiscriminate
flames of blistering Sun; char you to infinitesimal
fragments of insipid ash,
Control it; or prepare to accept pathetically
crippling defeat; when unprecedented triumph was just
a hair away,
Control it; or prepare to plummet below the diabolical
dungeons; for the ultimate spin of your life,
Control it; or prepare to have blissful entities
traversing down the streets turn for your blood; like
an untamed pack of parasites,
Control it; or prepare to start counting backwards all
over once again; after reaching the colossally
unfathomable numeral of infinity,
Control it; or prepare to succumb like a mountain of
ice; infront of salacious lechery and blatantly
stinking lies,
Control it; or prepare to wander in diminutive wisps
of obsolete oblivion; after the planet had discarded
you like a piece of shit,
Control it; or prepare to become an impoverished
victim of your own idiosyncrasies; trembling
uncontrollably on the abysmally heinous crocodile,
Control it; or prepare to get mercilessly entangled
into the most treacherously complicated web; in which
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ironically there was no grizzly haired spider,
Control it; or prepare to take the perilous onslaught
of the hideously menacing devil on your lungs;
pulverizing them to worthless sand under its satanic
might,
Control it; or prepare to relinquish the love that
mattered the most to you; in your destined quota of
life,
And control your anger; or prepare to perpetually
imprison yourself infinite feet beneath your grave;
even when you were still breathing and more exuberant
than when God had given you new life….
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NOT A PENNY MORE; NOT A PENNY LESS….
Not an insouciant penny more via sleazily decrepit
manipulation; and not even a priceless penny less;
because of the most brutally slandering demons;
heartlessly maiming every ounce of my inimitable
innocence,
Not a worthless penny more via baselessly bawdy lies;
and not even a redolent penny less; because of the
most chauvinistically marauding demons; vindictively
plundering my virginity till beyond the realms of
infinite infinity,
Not a lackadaisical penny more via treacherously
demeaning politics; and not even an insuperable penny
less; because of the most tyrannically flagrant
demons; mercilessly numbing each of my senses till
beyond the most bizarre realms of imagination,
Not an impoverished penny more via salaciously
murderous corruption; and not even a scintillating
penny less; because of the most truculently
emotionless demons; crucifying me to the coffins of
hell; in my robustly bountiful prime,
Not an ethereal penny more via ominously senseless
pretension; and not even an invincible penny less;
because of the most preposterously fetid demons;
indefatigably drowning me to the rock bottom of morbid
nothingness; just in order to retain their spurious
stranglehold of mother earth,
Not a sanctimonious penny more via abhorrently
impeaching prejudice; and not even a glowing penny
less; because of the most hideously imbecile demons;
unrelentingly perpetuating their cadaverously
non-existent spirits; into my impeccable soul,
Not an invisible penny more via deplorably hedonistic
crime; and not even a wondrous penny less; because of
the most venomously unsparing demons; incessantly
sucking the last droplet of blood from my veins; to
nonsensically try and reign supreme for times
immemorial,
Not a fugitive penny more via uncontrollably ghastly
war; and not even a jubilant penny less; because of
the most egocentrically wanton demons; inexorably
wasting every single moment of my eclectic existence,
Not an oblivious penny more via sacrilegiously
bemoaning parasitism; and not even a victorious penny
less; because of the most ignominiously sinful demons;
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trampling every iota of my divinely virginity; under
their claws of unforgiving remorse,
Not an evanescent penny more via cannibalistically
greedy deliriousness; and not even an effulgent penny
less; because of the most worthlessly roaring demons;
intransigently chasing me; till both my feet sank a
countless feet beneath dead soil,
Not a penurious penny more via horrifically
inconsolable orphaning; and not even a handsome penny
less; because of the most tempestuously fickle-minded
demons; barbarously strangulating every sound of
mellifluous truth in my throat,
Not a lackluster penny more via indescribably
licentious prostitution; and not even a majestic penny
less; because of the most garrulously wailing demons;
indiscriminately vying for the top compartments of my
scalp; ever unfurling instant of my destined life,
Not a subjugated penny more via derogatorily
desecrating nakedness; and not even a poignant penny
less; because of the most rambunctiously disoriented
demons; maiming my hands and feet; to make me beg on
the sordidly discordant streets,
Not an indifferent penny more via intolerably
assassinating racism; and not even a compassionate
penny less; because of the most maniacally lambasting
demons; horrendously crippling every insinuation of
enchanting fantasy; even before it could have arisen
in my brain,
Not a disappearing penny more via incomprehensibly
despicable force; and not even a effervescent penny
less; because of the most relentlessly sinister
demons; ruthlessly disassociating every tangible part
of my skull; from my blissfully blessed shoulders,
Not an absconding penny more via forlornly valueless
magic; and not even an incredulous penny less; because
of the most wretchedly cursed demons; embodying their
melancholically jinxed name upon my naked chest;
forever and ever and ever,
Not a deteriorating penny more via dingily shriveled
nightmares; and not even an artistic penny less;
because of the most torturously unsparing demons;
keeping me unstoppably trembling; at the
cold-bloodedly gleaming gunpoint,
Not a dilettante penny more via lecherously
pulverizing death; and not even an undefeated penny
less; because of the most shamelessly trouncing
demons; murderously excoriating through the fabric of
my harmonious lungs; with their jaws of profusely
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blood-soaked malice,
O! Yes; as all what I’d ever wanted or desired; was
only what I truly deserved; was what I was truly
destined for on this fathomless earth; was what I
truly earned in my path towards unassailably
spell-binding truth; was what I could truly and
perennially proclaim as my bit of space on this planet
divine; was what I truly and unconquerably defined as
my share of happiness in the chapters of
ever-pervading life; not a penny more than that; not a
penny less than that; O! Omnipotent Almighty Lord….
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WHOLESOMELY AND COMPLETELY DEAD…
Neither could it ever wholeheartedly laugh; even as
the most unbelievably effervescent clowns danced in
inarticulate unison around it; and for times beyond
the realms of handsome eternity,
Neither could it ever mischievously twinkle; even as
the most vivaciously nubile maidens; rapturously
encircled its stupendously masculine teats and
uninhibitedly rampant chest hair,
Neither could it ever unabashedly dream; even as the
most tantalizingly surreal mists of heavenliness;
profusely enshrouded it from every conceivable end,
Neither could it ever sensuously romanticize; even as
the most voluptuously enchanting women of tomorrow;
indefatigably traced every of its visibly blessed
vein,
Neither could it ever merrily whistle; even as the
most profoundly euphoric winds of the atmosphere; made
a poignantly enthralling beeline for every bit of open
space in its nostrils,
Neither could it ever sensitively hear; even as the
most ecstatically thunderous sounds of mother nature;
unleashed themselves on every barren quarter of this
Universe; in the form of unrelentingly seductive rain,
Neither could it ever celestially eat; even as the
most bounteously panoramic fruits of nature divine;
vividly danced till times beyond infinity; right
infront of its eyes,
Neither could it ever effusively empathize; even as
the most wretchedly bizarre sufferings on innocuously
untainted humanity; lambasted at whisker lengths from
its placid contours,
Neither could it ever joyously blush; even as it was
ubiquitously serenaded; by every man and woman alive
on the trajectory of this fathomlessly spell-binding
planet,
Neither could it ever perspicaciously prognosticate;
even as the most impregnably divine rays of
resplendent clairvoyance; victoriously blazed through
the royal whites of its eyes,
Neither could it ever jubilantly speak; even as the
most mystically pin-drop silence in the fabric of the
entire earth around; fervently and solely waited for
nothing else; but being timelessly consecrated by only
his voice,
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Neither could it ever symbiotically embrace; even as
every religion; fraternity; color; and tribe on this
gigantic earth; came invincibly close to it after
forgetting all differences of caste; creed; and
perennially bonding into the religion of priceless
humanity,
Neither could it ever ardently desire; even as the
most insuperably wondrous dewdrops of effulgent
excitement; sparkled till times beyond infinity; all
over its silent and humbly obeisant bodily contours,
Neither could it ever righteously earn; even as the
entire wealth on this boundlessly enigmatic planet;
was there for him to command; only if he executed the
quintessentially simple words of immortal love,
Neither could it ever potently proliferate; even as
the most rapturously enamoring ladies of mankind; were
seen tirelessly squabbling with each other; to
ascertain their right to interminably mate with him
first,
Neither could it ever perseveringly sweat; even as the
most Omnipotently blazing beams of the Sun; traced an
infinite circles of true manhood; on its unnervingly
exposed armpits,
Neither could it ever synergistically defecate; even
as the most obnoxiously decayed elements of food and
water; unstoppably swelled and reigned supreme; in its
unmoving intestines and stomach,
Neither could it ever passionately breathe; even as
the entire Universe of exuberantly undefeated air; lay
readily virgin for it; to majestically and timelessly
devour with its pair of harmonious nostrils,
Neither could it ever perpetually love; even as every
beat of peerlessly unflinching companionship on this
endlessly fructifying earth; expressed its very last
wish as entering into the caverns of its fearless
chest,
And how on earth could it ever do all this; as the
body which once upon a time was the most unassailably
virile form on planet earth; had now been consumed by
the coffins of remorsefully unending extinction; had
now succumbed to inevitably unbearable fate; was as a
matter of fact; now; and an infinite more moments from
now on; declared by the Omnipresent Creator; as
wholesomely and completely dead…
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INIMITABLY INFALLIBLE FANTASY
Not even the most panoramically exuberant of
waterfalls; which perennially culminated into the most
invincible heavens of triumphant freshness,
Not even the most spell bindingly pristine of meadows;
which miraculously ameliorated even the most
deliriously thwarted of senses; with their inimitably
unparalleled festoon of golden dewdrops,
Not even the most vivaciously undulating of seas;
which interminably evolved into an infinite
entrenchments of virgin white froth; unabashedly
kissing the shores every now and again like an
unabashedly glorious seductress,
Not even the most inscrutably enthralling of forests;
which timelessly enamored even the most lugubriously
morose elements of the atmosphere; with the spirit of
everlastingly reviving nature,
Not even the most tantalizingly nubile vixens; who
inevitably perpetuated even the most obsolete cranny
of the impoverished flesh; to tower till the highest
territories of fathomless sky,
Not even the most uninhibitedly enchanting globules of
rain; which instantaneously metamorphosed every trace
of forlornly wanton exhaustion; into a cloudburst of
magnificently untamed exultation,
Not even the most boundless treasuries of glittering
wealth; which virtually possessed the power to buy
every ounce of unassailable luxury; on this
effulgently ecstatic planet,
Not even the most victoriously flaming rays of the
undefeated Sun; which unstoppably transformed every
bit of inexplicably cadaverous depression; into an
unshakably kingly rainbow of eternal smiles,
Not even the most fearlessly unflinching roar of the
lion; which was the absolute epitome of priceless
supremacy; in the ravishingly unfettered outgrowths of
iridescently soul searching wilderness,
Not even the most magically mellifluous granaries of
unconquerable nectar; which limitlessly bonded
organisms of every caste; creed; color and kind; into
the religion of unbreakably humanitarian sweetness,
Not even the most peerlessly virile lap of the
blessedly indomitable soil; which perpetually
fructified into the fruits of naturally robust
goodness; and ensured that the mantra of effervescent
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life forever palpitated,
Not even the most innocuously milky beams of the moon;
which redefined even the most haplessly devastating
and vindictive blackness; as the profoundly bewitching
moonlight midnight,
Not even the most vividly ebullient of rainbows; which
tirelessly spawned into an undaunted new civilization
of gaiety and charm every unfurling instant; far and a
fathomless kilometers away from the prejudices of
vituperatively criminal mankind,
Not even the most poignantly intrepid of winds; which
forever ensured that there never ever could exist even
the most evanescent speck of monotony; which forever
made you feel that you were just freshly born,
Not even the most Omniscient mother’s milk; which
granted every penurious bone of yours; the
insurmountable tenacity to victoriously stand up to
the most hideously plundering devils,
Not even the most candidly transparent of mirrors;
which unhesitatingly revealed the most innermost
quarter of your pugnaciously parched soul; gorgeously
mitigating you of every trace of your cursed misery,
Not even the most unlimitedly ubiquitous of
compassion; which befriended you so majestically in
your times of pernicious distress; that you felt
yourself as the most blessed organism alive,
Not even the most fierily unadulterated puff of
breath; which so regally reinvigorated even the most
invisibly deteriorating of your senses; to
holistically perceive beyond an infinite more
lifetimes,
For if there’s anything at all that can forever and
ever and ever liberate a true man; then it is none
else than his beautifully unbridled and passionately
burgeoning ocean of; inimitably infallible fantasy…
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FINDING HEAVEN ON EARTH- IN THE PROSTITUTE’S FORM
Tell me. Does the Omnipotent Sun in anyways; blaze
through her impoverished dwelling an iota less; than
it unrelentingly streams in through the bricks of your
sanctimoniously incarcerated castle?
Tell me. Do the poignantly royal roses in anyways;
waft their mesmerizing redolence through her dingy
dwelling an iota less; than they unremittingly
enlighten every conceivable morbid space in your
chauvinistically victimizing castle?
Tell me. Does the iridescently milky moonlight in
anyways; majestically enamor her shattered dwelling an
iota less; than it celestially sweeps across the
ostentatiously emotionless chimneys of your sonorously
prejudiced castle?
Tell me. Do the nightingales in anyways; ecstatically
sing the songs of victory around her inconspicuous
dwelling an iota less; than they perennially murmur
the hymns of mellifluous freedom in the brutally
ensnared gardens of your fetidly dictatorial castle?
Tell me. Do the untamed forests in anyways; cast their
spells of unconquerable mysticism on her match-boxed
dwelling an iota less; than they timelessly and
inscrutably whisper upon the caged boundaries of your
atrociously sadistic castle?
Tell me. Do the boundless oceans in anyways;
perpetuate their rhapsodic tanginess upon her dingy
dwelling an iota less; than they uninhibitedly grant
new definitions of unbridled liberation to your
sacrilegiously damned castle?
Tell me. Does the victoriously unabashed breeze in
anyways; magnificently cool her truncated dwelling an
iota less; than it undauntedly soothes every
despairingly frazzled nerve within the realms of your
acrimoniously perverted castle?
Tell me. Does the euphorically torrential rain in
anyways; timelessly fertilize her penurious dwelling
an iota less; than it thunderously sweeps every ounce
of cadaverous fretfulness from each adulterated
whisker of your demonically chained castle?
Tell me. Do the first beams of optimistically
unfettered dawn in anyways; ebulliently caress her
measly dwelling an iota less; than they bestow fresh
rays of priceless hope to every callously blackened
cranny of your heartlessly wanton castle?
Tell me. Do the limitlessly fantasizing clouds of
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heaven in anyways; voluptuously enshroud her
restricted dwelling an iota less; than they transcend
over every bit of tyrannically diabolical monotony in
your ominously worthless castle?
Tell me. Do the seeds of a blissfully futuristic
tomorrow in anyways; compassionately blossom infront
of her mercurial dwelling an iota less; than they
brilliantly transform every ounce of impotence into
invincible fertility; in your uncouthly monotonous
castle?
Tell me. Do the iridescent stars in anyways;
triumphantly twinkle upon her miserly dwelling an iota
less; than they brilliantly illuminate every
torturously slandering night in your cold-bloodedly
devilish castle?
Tell me. Does the sky of impregnably truth in anyways;
unassailably bestow its essence of mellifluous
sweetness upon her evanescent dwelling an iota less;
than it perennially metamorphoses every whisker of
debauchery in your raunchy castle; into an undefeated
paradise of righteousness?
Tell me. Does the chapter of eternally blessing
procreation in anyways; insuperably enters her stingy
dwelling an iota less; than it unceasingly abounds and
sacredly inhabits every single living being in your
fecklessly cavalier castle?
Tell me. Does the lap of divinely mother nature in
anyways; tirelessly shower its spectacularly robust
fruits upon her naked dwelling an iota less; than it
royally replenishes even the tiniest desire of all
those residing; in your ornately subjugated castle?
Tell me. Do the steps of the Omnipresent temple in
anyways; perpetually shower their philanthropically
unbiased blessings upon her bourgeoisie dwelling an
iota less; than they forever remain potently present
in your claustrophobically robotic castle?
Tell me. Does the Universe of unendingly titillating
life in anyways; handsomely proliferate in her
side-lined dwelling an iota less; than it inevitably
replaces every element of deadened injustice; in your
lifelessly bigoted castle?
Tell me. Does the heartbeat of immortal love in
anyways; perennially fructify in her ethereal dwelling
an iota less; than it indefatigably celebrates the
true fervor of inimitably unparalleled existence; in
your despicably anarchist castle?
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So if God and his Omnipresent Nature didn’t
differentiate the slightest; then tell me you
inconsiderately venomous man; who hell were you to
consider the sensuously nubile prostitute; a horridly
sinful untouchable; who the hell were you to consider
the tirelessly bewitching prostitute a deplorably live
carrier of disease; devastation; unpardonable
betrayal; devilish licentiousness and hopelessly
silencing death,
Amazingly and specially even after you surreptitiously
fathered countless more of your own kind; via that
same unshakably ravishing prostitute form; finding the
most gloriously victorious of heavens right here on
planet earth and in the tantalizing recesses of her
bosom divine…
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PERPETUALLY AND EXTRAORDINARILY SPICY
Neither too smiling; culminating into the most
indefatigably relentless of chortles every unfurling
instant; and that too without the slightest reason or
rhyme,
Neither too victorious; forever and ever and ever
wanting the flag of unfettered triumph; to hoist high
and handsome towards the sky; whilst not realizing
that each human has his/her own egregiously defeated
day,
Neither too fragrant; surreptitiously cloistering
every ounce of haplessly despairing stench; which
needed immediate and inevitable attention; for the
amelioration from treacherous confinement,
Neither too strong; incessantly trying to win every
bit of barren space on this fathomlessly enchanting
earth; with the radiations of brawn and brain; instead
of royally stirring the chords of the compassionate
chest,
Neither too colorful; profusely inundating the canvas
of this spectacularly unceasing Universe with so much
unbelievable vibrancy; that there remained simply no
room for rustically righteous and ubiquitous
simplicity,
Neither too supreme; insatiably harboring the urge to
valiantly rule over every other organism; instead of
bonding in the threads of amiably invincible
friendship; with one and all symbiotically alike,
Neither too fudged; limitlessly adorned like a bride
for times immemorial even after the wedding was long
over; ostentatiously overruling the corridors of
simplistically truthful humanity,
Neither too lackadaisical; letting the waves of
insidiously hedonistic negativity crucify the
unsurpassably undefeated passion; inherently lingering
in the blessedly fructifying atmosphere,
Neither too sensitive; miserably collapsing into a
non-existent pool of forlorn nothingness; with the
most infinitesimally parsimonious draught of orphaned
wind,
Neither too beautiful; inevitably attracting every
tangible piece of attention towards your very inflated
self; even as countless more deserving than you
slithered in the aisles of desperate oblivion,
Neither too artistic; indefatigably being nothing else
but a tirelessly fulminating inferno of tempestuous
emotions; pathetically floundering to mélange with
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infinite more normal men and women of your kind,
Neither too brilliant; interminably evolving into an
unsurpassably unbridled civilization of heroic genius
every unraveling instant; when your newborn infant
wanted just a few humanitarianly ordinary hugs from
your soul,
Neither too wealthy; splurging an infinite notes of
currency to mollify the most anomalously eccentric of
your desire; whereas on the other hand fathomless
humans died like a horde of mosquitoes; without those
two quintessential morsels of food,
Neither too religious; abnegating several
philanthropically symbiotic activities and sinfully
considering several innocent as untouchables; on the
pretext of staunchly disoriented religion,
Neither too perspicacious; hardly succumbing to any
fallacy as you executed a zillion tasks a minute;
wantonly overruling the age old axiom of “To err is
absolutely human”,
Neither too satisfied; massacring the very crux of
spell-bindingly tantalizing desire; aimlessly
gallivanting through the fields of wastrel inactivity;
with even the most invincibly inimitable prosperity at
your nimble feet,
Neither too philosophical; inhaling and exhaling each
breath of vibrantly ecstatic life in crassly biased
idealism; instead of unflinchingly following the
mantra of “Survival of the Fittest”,
Neither too fiery; baselessly sizzling in the aisles
of seductively virile flirtation and uxorious romance;
when there existed innumerable mercilessly betrayed
hearts; crumbling towards hapless deterioration; right
infront of your window pane,
But life I irrefutably feel and infact should be an
efficaciously commensurate blend of all these; O! Yes
life should forever and ever and ever be a complete
meal; which needn’t be quintessentially royal; but
would brilliantly suffice and was more than divine; if
it was just perpetually and extraordinarily spicy…
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NEVER LIVE IN DEATH; NEVER DIE IN LIFE
There was simply no happiness in inexplicably venomous
sadness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of
sadness in the heavens of jubilantly poignant and
resplendently enamoring; happiness,
There was simply no daylight in morosely sadistic
blackness; and there was simply not the tiniest trace
of blackness in the sun of optimistically unfettered
and spell-bindingly perennial; daylight,
There was simply no faith in treacherously slandering
infidelity; and there was simply not the tiniest trace
of infidelity in the skies of unendingly unconquerable
and compassionately everlasting; faith,
There was simply no truth in deplorably sacrilegious
lies; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of
lies in the utopia of eternally sacrosanct and
unflinchingly peerless; truth,
There was simply no melody in venomously discordant
deliriousness; and there was simply not the tiniest
trace of deliriousness in the caverns of ecstatically
unbelievable and vivaciously exuberant; melody,
There was simply no humanity in indiscriminately
devastating war; and there was simply not the tiniest
trace of war in the bloodstreams of pricelessly
unassailable and fearlessly Omnipotent; humanity,
There was simply no nature in preposterously robotic
monotony; and there was simply not the tiniest trace
of monotony in the lap of divinely effervescent and
rhapsodically exultating; nature,
There was simply no open-heartedness in lecherously
ominous manipulation; and there was simply not the
tiniest trace of manipulation in the rain of
torrentially unfettered and beautifully panoramic;
open-heartedness,
There was simply no innocence in licentiously demented
adultery; and there was simply not the tiniest trace
of adultery in the womb of impregnably divinely and
interminably fructifying; innocence,
There was simply no love in demonically pulverizing
terrorism; and there was simply not the tiniest trace
of terrorism in the heart of immortally burgeoning and
ubiquitously evolving; love,
There was simply no simplicity in despicably marauding
prejudice; and there was simply not the tiniest trace
of prejudice in the cradle of everlastingly bountiful
and victoriously undaunted; simplicity,
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There was simply no compassion in mercilessly
despondent indifference; and there was simply not the
tiniest trace of indifference in the clouds of
timelessly bestowing and unconquerably embracing;
compassion,
There was simply no fire in nonchalantly decrepit
nothingness; and there was simply not the tiniest
trace of nothingness in the aisles of passionately
rejuvenating and royally untamed; fire,
There was simply no brotherhood in tyrannically
meaningless selfishness; and there was simply not the
tiniest trace of selfishness in the paradise of
bounteously ebullient and amiably transcending;
brotherhood,
There was simply no freshness in egregiously wanton
stagnation; and there was simply not the tiniest trace
of stagnation in the rainbow of unlimitedly triumphant
and mellifluously astounding; freshness,
There was simply no transparency in cadaverously
confiscating politics; and there was simply not the
tiniest trace of politics in the mirror of candidly
discerning and righteously radiating; transparency,
There was simply no freedom in profanely bigoted
incarceration; and there was simply not the tiniest
trace of incarceration in the mists of limitlessly
bewitching and undauntedly priceless; freedom,
There was simply no life in satanically worthless
death; and there was simply not the tiniest trace of
death in the throne of perpetually winning and
Omnipresently undefeated; life,
Therefore I say; do not think the slightest of life
after you’re crucified to ghastly death; and never
ever even utter the word death whilst profoundly
relishing and effulgently romancing; proliferating;
gyrating and adventuring; in the immortal entrenchment
of life…
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TRY AND LIVE WITH IT INSTEAD
The harder you try and erase your deplorably
unfortunate past from your mind; the harder it
cadaverously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each
moment of your blissful present; into a corpse of
treacherously remorseful uncertainties,
The harder you try and erase your deliriously shocking
past from your mind; the harder it fecklessly comes
back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
burgeoning present; into a jailhouse of inexplicably
inconsolable brooding,
The harder you try and erase your obsessively
meaningless past from your mind; the harder it
wantonly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each
moment of your fructifying present; into a coffin of
intransigently stabbing miseries,
The harder you try and erase your sinful ribald past
from your mind; the harder it preposterously comes
back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
resplendent present; into the gallows of acrimoniously
venomous disease,
The harder you try and erase your thoughtlessly
gratuitous past from your mind; the harder it
wretchedly comes back to you; and metamorphoses each
moment of your synergistic present; into the most
non-existent wisps of diabolical hell,
The harder you try and erase your baselessly egregious
past from your mind; the harder it demonically comes
back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
heavenly present; into haunted house of
unceremoniously jinxed memories,
The harder you try and erase your abhorrently
dastardly past from your mind; the harder it
unrelentingly comes back to you; and metamorphoses
each moment of your royal present; into a cloudburst
of unforgivably apocalyptic blood,
The harder you try and erase your dejectedly failed
past from your mind; the harder it lethally comes back
to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your ecstatic
present; into a pigstalk of fetid bitterness,
The harder you try and erase your sadistically
incarcerated past from your mind; the harder it
cannibalistically comes back to you; and metamorphoses
each moment of your priceless present; into a rusted
iron nail of worthless violence,
The harder you try and erase your criminally
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excoriating past from your mind; the harder it
unceremoniously comes back to you; and metamorphoses
each moment of your undaunted present; into the most
sordidly stagnating oblivion,
The harder you try and erase your brutally
assassinating past from your mind; the harder it
despicably comes back to you; and metamorphoses each
moment of your effulgent present; into a frigidly
infidel worm of nothingness,
The harder you try and erase your unbearably torturous
past from your mind; the harder it salaciously comes
back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
sacrosanct present; into an amorphously emotionless
carcass of disdain,
The harder you try and erase your immutably bigoted
past from your mind; the harder it sacrilegiously
comes back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of
your victorious present; into a dungeon of barbarously
blackened parasitic confinement,
The harder you try and erase your carnivorously
stinking past from your mind; the harder it
ignominiously comes back to you; and metamorphoses
each moment of your exuberant present; into a deathful
madness of unsurpassable melancholy,
The harder you try and erase your disastrously
malevolent past from your mind; the harder it
vituperatively comes back to you; and metamorphoses
each moment of your unconquerable present; into a
graveyard of unendingly cursed sickness,
The harder you try and erase your fearfully dogged
past from your mind; the harder it unwontedly comes
back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
rejuvenated present; into an unfathomable gorge of
vindictively despairing sadness,
The harder you try and erase your uncouthly terrorized
past from your mind; the harder it intractably comes
back to you; and metamorphoses each moment of your
redolent present; into the ultimate apogees of satanic
devastation,
The harder you try and erase your murderously
inhumanitarian past from your mind; the harder it
viciously comes back to you; and metamorphoses each
moment of your impregnable present; into a trail of
haplessly staggering discontentment,
The harder you try and erase your ghoulishly
pugnacious past from your mind; the harder it
reproachfully comes back to you; and metamorphoses
each moment of your peerless present; into the most
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unpardonable abuse of the entire Universe,
Therefore; try and accept it as an already happened
element of your existence instead; which would never
ever repeat itself in your path to presently
philanthropically victory; try and live with your past
instead….
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ANY FORM OF LIFE WAS BETTER THAN DEATH
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw countless haplessly orphaned children;
being viciously kicked into dustbins of malice; for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw the pricelessly innocuous female
fetus; being brutally assassinated and aborted; right
in the very depths of the unassailably godly womb,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw heartlessly cold-blooded men;
ruthlessly felling innumerable a tree; using its
blessed branches; trunk and roots; for evolving
lifelessly wastrel commodities,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw demonically manipulating politicians;
weigh the very essence of unconquerably righteous
life; in terms of wantonly decrepit currency coin,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw innocently minor girls being brutally
raped; by the diabolically idiosyncratic perversions
of sadistic man,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw peerlessly impeccable blood being
parasitically sucked from newborn forms; just in order
to spuriously enrich and consecrate; the already
blessed and bountiful human form,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw boundless wives and children reduced
to a cadaverous carcass; as the man of the family
simply refrained to budge an inch to earn;
cannibalistically guzzling the last drop of wine and
vixen; to be found of planet earth,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw beautifully fructifying wildlife being
emotionlessly beheaded; just in order to become the
exuberant delicacy; of the already replenished
palette,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw robustly ebullient organisms doing
nothing but just endlessly gazing at fathomless sky;
nonsensically proclaiming that their destiny would one
day and eventually take them to the absolute epitome
of cloud nine,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw one man derogatorily slaving and
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slavering for another man; wherein the Omnipotent
Creator had created all symbiotically equal in the
first place,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw millions of innocent being
indiscriminately butchered; in the wrath and aftermath
of barbarously thwarting bombardment and war,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw satanic terrorists launch an
inconsolably pulverizing assault on one particular
fraternity of mankind; in the name of sacrifice to the
Omnipresent Lord,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw hordes of people blindfoldedly
offering their last ounce of wealth to the Omnipotent
deity of the Lord; who in the first place owned every
speck of the unending Universe; and who wanted them to
benevolently donate the same to all suffering living
kind instead,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw school going girls and boys begging
hoarsely on the obdurately chauvinistic streets; with
their parents abhorrently using them to tickle the
soft corner of the opulent society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw women of all ages; right from the age
of my daughter; to sister to mother; tawdrily selling
their flesh to hedonistically dastardly men; just for
securing those two quintessential morsels of food,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw limitless dying unattended on the
freezing streets; because of unforgivably ghastly
corruption; viciously infiltrating in every echelon of
the government and society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw impudently pretentious brats; telling
their life-bestowing parents to clean the stagnating
shit in their houses; whilst they themselves
deliriously drowned themselves; into barrels of
sinfully expensive wine and cigarette smoke,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw the most perpetually faithful of
lovers salaciously separate like a miserably broken
leaf; at the tiniest of objection from the
sanctimoniously turgid society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself.
Everytime I saw selfishly shriveled man; praying to
God for solely impregnating his lungs with a countless
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breaths; instead of immortally sharing the same in
perfect symbiosis with endless numbers of his own
kind,
But when I was actually committing suicide. I felt
that any form of life was better than death; as I
approached my very last breath. For if at all I could
endeavor my very best to ameliorate every fraternity
of estranged and maliciously cannibalistic living
kind; then by the grace of God it could be only while
in undefeated life and not the slightest after stonily
gory death…
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LIFE IS SO MUCH LIKE THE COBWEB….
Life is so much like that silken cobweb; at times
shimmering like a majestically untamed prince; in due
allegiance under the iridescently silvery light of the
moon,
Life is so much like that inexplicable cobweb; at
times just disintegrating into a countless bits and
pieces; without the slightest of ostensible reason or
rhyme,
Life is so much like that royal cobweb; at times
triumphantly swirling towards the highest epitomes of
success; even as the most blasphemously perverted of
hell torrentially reigned down upon planet divine,
Life is so much like that floundering cobweb; at
times haplessly tripping down on an infinite
occasions; just as its spider would be subjected to;
whilst just a centimeter away from the zenith of
victory,
Life is so much like that insuperable cobweb; at times
uniting every thread; religion; caste; creed; tribe
alike; into an impregnably amalgamated religion of
selfless humanity,
Life is so much like that uncanny cobweb; at times
frightening the very guts of your innermost soul; as
you just nimbly brushed past it; even in the most
blazingly peerless of daylight,
Life is so much like that priceless cobweb; at times
each infinitesimal strand of which; was hopelessly and
lecherously incomplete; without the other; without
symbiotically coalescing with the other,
Life is so much like that surreptitious cobweb; at
times stealthily skulking only past ghoulish midnight;
when even the sadistically venomous annals of death
had transiently slept,
Life is so much like that infallible cobweb; at times
forming and agglutinating with such faithful
relationships; which were invincibly blessed and
eternally inseparable,
Life is so much like that inscrutable cobweb; at times
wholesomely obscuring its very identity; in the
enigmatically titillating labyrinths of shrunken
oblivion,
Life is so much like that glimmering cobweb; at times
scintillating with the richness of naturally panoramic
creation; enlightened to full and profound glory of
enchantingly mesmerizing existence,
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Life is so much like that cowardly cobweb; at times
shriveling to the size of a pea; at even the most
evanescent talk of danger; about to paralyze and set
in,
Life is so much like that candid cobweb; at times
revealing even the minutest of its evolutions and
fibers; indefatigably and in each instant of the
flamboyant sweltering Sun; and sensuously nubile
night,
Life is so much like that livid cobweb; at times
unfurling into its most impotent shades of infidelity;
when the network of manipulative prejudice dismally
collapses into wholesome nothingness,
Life is so much like that unending cobweb; at times
impregnably harboring billions of symbiotically
enthralling networks in its swirl; feeding them
interminably with the juices of its perennial
compassion,
Life is so much like that unabashed cobweb; at times
wholesomely allowing itself to be unstoppably caressed
and fondled; by every wantonly wastrel speck of air
that it encountered in its way,
Life is so much like that innocuous cobweb; at times
metamorphosing itself into that newborn child once
again; entirely unbridled with inexhaustible caravans
of creativity; sparkling from every of its stride,
Life is so much like that dangerous cobweb; at times
being irretrievably trapped into a maze of hopelessly
confounded uncertainties; and sucked deeper and deeper
into the mortuaries of worthlessness,
And life is so much like that voluptuous cobweb; at
times inevitably enticing every ounce of goodness in
the Universe to magnetically mélange with its
unassailable colors; to craft victoriously mellifluous
dimensions of a brilliantly unfettered tomorrow…
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WHY JUST “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” ONCE A YEAR???
I was amazingly born everytime; I spoke the
unflinchingly peerless truth; wholesomely unperturbed
and unaffected by the zillion abuses and gory
atrocities meted upon me; by the fathomless planet
outside,
I was ecstatically born everytime; I wholeheartedly
embraced each orphan that I encountered in my way;
compassionately and forever carrying him towards his
ultimate destination and treating him like one of my
very own blood and kin,
I was spell bindingly born everytime; I wafted the
essence of eternally fructifying symbiotism from even
the most inconspicuous of my senses; holistically
melanged with each of my surroundings as one of its
most priceless gifts of creation divine,
I was spectacularly born everytime; I tirelessly
evolved panoramically humanitarian poetry; out of
wisps of sheer and pathetically dwindling nothingness,
I was ebulliently born everytime; I fearlessly set out
to adventure; stumbling upon an infinite more new
creations of Mother Nature; when I’d just thought that
the world had now come to a virtual standstill,
I was triumphantly born everytime; I wholesomely
changed the miserably jinxed destiny lines on my
palms; reached the absolute zenith of philanthropic
success with sheer hard work and an infinite droplets
of righteous sweat,
I was exuberantly born everytime; I earnestly
attempted my very best to perpetually coalesce every
caste; creed; religion; color and sect under the
Omnipotent Sun; into the most unconquerably supreme
religion of humanity,
I was victoriously born everytime; I unabashedly
proliferated into countless of my own; sowing the
astoundingly virile seeds of my body; to far and wide
by the grace of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord,
I was blessedly born everytime; I infallibly marched
on the path of unshakable righteousness; even though
it was barbarously laden with a countless agonizingly
blood-stained thorns,
I was effulgently born everytime; I selflessly entered
the body of each disastrously suffering organism on
this planet; felt its pain as my very own; and then
tried my very best to ameliorate it towards the aisles
of celestial paradise,
I was poignantly born everytime; I exuded an infinite
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droplets of love from every conceivable pore of my
impoverished form; then used the same for the creation
of a brand new civilization whose foundations rested
on the bricks of immortally bounteous compassion,
I was everlastingly born everytime; I took fresh
breath into my nostrils; with a perennial resolve to
uproot even the most infinitesimal trace of dastardly
evil; from the fabric of this conventionally
sanctimonious society,
I was interminably born everytime; I uninhibitedly
fantasized till even beyond the realms of unlimited
eternity; about the pristine pearls of goodness
forever falling and blessing the trajectory of earth
divine,
I was bountifully born everytime; I euphorically
propagated to every existing corner of this limitless
Universe; that the religion of humanity was bigger and
greater than any other blood relation thriving on this
planet,
I was stupendously born everytime; I stopped the
indiscriminate felling of trees; planting a countless
more seedlings for every blissfully venerated tree
mercilessly massacred,
I was enchantingly born everytime; I relentlessly
discovered every aspect and pore of my beloved’s body;
culminating into the ultimate fireball of undefeatedly
tantalizing thrill,
I was supremely born everytime; I royally replenished
even the tiniest of my agony and desire; wholesomely
enshrouding each of my senses with the resplendently
enlightening fruits of mother nature,
I was impregnably born everytime; I kissed the
Omniscient feet of my mother to be further blessed;
affably cuddled in her altruistic lap; to be
timelessly caressed as once again her newborn child,
I was wonderfully born everytime; I made every
haplessly deprived female on earth as my benign
sister; invincibly protected her chastity from even
the most invisible trace of the devil; and for the
remainder of my life,
I was fantastically born everytime; I perpetuated
beams of literate enlightenment into the lives of all
those worthlessly illiterate; endlessly fought for
establishing their egalitarian right in every shoulder
and walk of life,
I was insuperably born everytime; the Omnipotent
Almighty Lord felt that a worthlessly non-existent
molecule such as me; was one amongst his countless
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blessed ones alive,
Then tell me; why do you wish me and an infinite like
me a “Happy Birthday” only just once in a year; when
infact we were born into a countless more undefeated
lives; every single instant that we ardently committed
ourselves to the unassailable chapters of humanity;
goodness and symbiotic life….
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O! BLESSED WRITER !
Just as the Omnipotent Sun interminably continues to blaze every
tangible
and intangible speck of this Universe; irrespective of whether it gets
or
doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
blood-sucking world today,
Just as the brilliantly fecund soil infallibly continues to sprout into
quintessentially replenishing fruit; irrespective of whether its gets
or
doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
salaciously
decrepit world today,
Just as the fantastically fathomless ocean impregnably continues to
culminate into newer and newer peaks of optimism with every wave;
irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of
appreciation/accolade from the diabolically demented world today,
Just as the boundlessly azure sky unrelentingly continues to shower
celestially fructifying globules of golden rain; irrespective of
whether it
gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from
the
meaninglessly shriveled world today,
Just as the poignantly scarlet rose peerlessly continues to waft the
scent
of beautifully benign oneness to every quarter of this unceasing
Universe;
irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of
appreciation/accolade from the demonically perverted world today,
Just as the venerated mother unflinchingly continues to protect her
priceless child from even the most invisible insinuation of danger;
irrespective of whether she gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of
appreciation/accolade from the satanically parasitic world today,
Just as the apogee of Everest unshakably continues to tower towards the
skies of panoramically unparalleled righteousness; irrespective of
whether
it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from
the
hedonistically venomous world today,
Just as the sensuous nightingale indefatigably continues to sing the
hymns
of symbiotically unassailable togetherness; irrespective of whether it
gets
or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
pathetically sadistic world today,
Just as the unimpeachable moon uninhibitedly continues to enlighten the
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most
lugubriously blackened of night; irrespective of whether it gets or
doesn’t
get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the cold-bloodedly
violent world today,
Just as the blessed breeze poignantly continues to exhilarate the
wretchedly
stagnating dullness of the monotonous atmosphere; irrespective of
whether it
gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from
the
sacrilegiously deteriorating world today,
Just as the persevering armpits righteously continue to exude countless
droplets of well-deservedly truthful sweat; irrespective of whether
they get
or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the
insanely
condemning world today,
Just as the seductively tantalizing blades of uncrushed grass
timelessly
culminate into an infinite beads of ecstatic dewdrops; irrespective of
whether they get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of
appreciation/accolade
from the robotically prejudiced world today,
Just as the impeccably inimitable infants undauntedly continue to
discover
and evolve an innumerable untainted labyrinths of adventure;
irrespective of
whether they get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of
appreciation/accolade
from the disastrously cannibalistic world today,
Just as the vivaciously untamed rainbow perennially continues to
mystify
every speck of jinxed morbidness on this planet; irrespective of
whether
they get or don’t get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from
the
carnivorously incarcerated world today,
Just as the virgin pearl undyingly continues to majestically symbolize
every
caste; creed; color and race on this earth peacefully and alike;
irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of
appreciation/accolade from the mercilessly pulverizing world today,
Just as the unconquerable sky perpetually continues to be roof to every
single organism on this limitlessly ebullient Universe; irrespective of
whether it gets or doesn’t get; the tiniest ounce of
appreciation/accolade
from the precariously vindictive world today,
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Just as the immortal heart unstoppably continues to throb for the
spirit of
Omnisciently eternal love; irrespective of whether it gets or doesn’t
get;
the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the manipulatively
sneering
world today,
Just as the undefeated conscience forever continues to burn in the
flame of
the ultimate altruistic truth; irrespective of whether it gets or
doesn’t
get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the baselessly
asphyxiating world today,
Similarly you too; eternally continue to inundate every dolorously
barren
bit of paper; with the words of Omnipresent truth that miraculously
drifted
from your pen O! blessed writer; irrespective of whether you get or
don’t
get; the tiniest ounce of appreciation/accolade from the heartlessly
dwindling world today…
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PLEASE REMEMBER ALL THE ANSWERS
Ask the pristinely large eyed child; as to how does it
feel after losing both his parents; to the most
tragically unfortunate and demonically pulverizing of
car crash?
Ask the century old royal tree; as to how does it feel
after being ruthlessly uprooted from its compassionate
mother soil; just for viciously illuminating; the
politician’s every spurious bonfire night?
Ask the majestically unabashed ocean; as to how does
it feel after cold-bloodedly scurrilous man
indiscriminately used it for the most derogatory
nuclear experimentation; unstoppably killed its
aristocratic fish and life; for his worthlessly
impotent cuisine?
Ask the eternally burgeoning mother; as to how does
she feel after the most priceless ingredient of her
womb; her son; was eventually beheaded by the enemy
camp; who’d being diabolically torturing him since
times immemorial?
Ask the unsurpassably towering building; as to how
does it feel after the brutally devastating
earthquake; which uncompromisingly rattled and
shattered the foundations of all races and times?
Ask the adroitly blissful fish; as to how does it feel
after being heartlessly placed in the unsparingly
simmering oven; after relishing and replenishing each
element of its life; as the ultimate queen of the
fathomless sea?
Ask the bounteously spawning soil; as to how does it
feel after being barbarously ploughed with the most
invidiously carnivorous pickaxes of menacing steel; in
man’s rapacious thirst to discover and strike gold?
Ask the vivaciously enamoring rainbow; as to how does
it feel after the clouds and rain wholesomely
disappeared; with nothing else but the indefatigably
blazing Sun evaporating every conceivable thing in the
atmosphere?
Ask the exuberantly ecstatic youngster; as to how does
it feel after being subjected to the direct wrath of
the atom bomb; being further left alongwith countless
more of his generations to crawl without arms and
legs; upon salaciously cold ground?
Ask the fearlessly true soldier; as to how does it
feel after being gracefully handed back to his
respective country by the opposition; and then being
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addressed as an infertile traitor for the remainder of
his life?
Ask the redolently unconquerable rose; as to how does
it feel after each of its compassionate petal in
infinite millions of its kind; were sinfully plucked
and then pervertedly flushed down the lavatory hole?
Ask the tantalizingly moistened dewdrop; as to how
does it feel after the acrimoniously unsparing rays of
the belligerent summer; evaporated even the most
infinitesimal ounce of it; till times immemorial?
Ask the convivially ebullient bird; as to how does it
feel after the pugnaciously acid coated kite string;
satanically cut the impregnably united mass of its
wings; into a worthless two?
Ask the independently invincible flag; as to how does
it feel after being conquered and replaced; by the
flag of ominously incarcerating and deplorably ribald
dictatorship?
Ask the unassailably humanitarian blood; as to how
does it feel after being amorphously dissected into
the devilish boundaries and vindictive differences of
color/caste/creed and tribe?
Ask the ecstatically twinkling eye; as to how does it
feel after being subjected to infinite billion tears
of sheer hopelessness; inflicted by the venomous
commercialism of this treacherously manipulative world
today?
Ask the endlessly fantasizing brain; as to how does it
feel after being subjected to unendingly sadistic
germs of monotony; in order to carry forward the
inevitable swirl of pragmatically massacring life?
Ask the immortally passionate heart; as to how does it
feel after being hedonistically poisoned with the
inconsolable mortuaries; of demonically asphyxiating
betrayal?
And the next time you ever feel sad; or hopelessly
insignificant; or inexplicably depressed for no
ostensible reason and rhyme; even after possessing all
of God’s impregnably enamoring endowments upon mankind
intact; then please for heaven sake do remember all
the answers….
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IN THE CURRENT MOMENT
Whatever bountifully good and resplendent; or the most
hideously torturous chambers of unforgivably
carcinogenic disaster; on the trajectory of this
timelessly enthralling Universe,
Whatever unconquerably righteous and truthful; or the
most sinfully perverted anecdotes of brutally
sanctimonious lies; on the map of this boundlessly
bewitching Universe,
Whatever peerlessly blazing and optimistic; or the
most satanically unbearable lanes of deliriously
inconsolable dastardliness; on the firmament of this
eternally rhapsodic Universe,
Whatever philanthropically symbiotic and victorious;
or the most sadistically malevolent gutters of
shamefully uxorious defeat; on the ladder of this
unabashedly magnetic Universe,
Whatever magically potent and proliferating; or the
most tautologically destructive battlefields of
egregiously evaporating infertility; on the mist of
this gigantically undefeated Universe,
Whatever miraculously altruistic and benevolent; or
the most criminally unforgivable wars of demonically
excoriating terrorism; on the notebook of this
fathomlessly mesmerizing Universe,
Whatever enchantingly synergistic and beautiful; or
the most dementedly disgusting form of venomously
prejudiced ugliness; on the wall of this fantastically
bestowing Universe,
Whatever charismatically blessed and humanitarian; or
the most sacrilegiously condemnable hollows of
diabolically parasitic inhumanity; on the playground
of this interminably fecund Universe,
Whatever effulgently boisterous and youthful; or the
most deplorably shriveled skins of deplorably
extinguishing old age; on the cradle of this
unbelievably ameliorating Universe,
Whatever unconquerably sparkling and virgin; or the
most parasitically bigoted thrones of manipulatively
adulterated politics; on the canvas of this
incredulously magnanimous Universe,
Whatever brilliantly honest and persevering; or the
most abysmally distorted mortuaries of haplessly
asphyxiating laziness; on the filament of this regally
sacred Universe,
Whatever perspicaciously virtuous and candid; or the
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most disdainfully circumlocuted routes of
hedonistically disoriented deceit; on the periphery of
this vividly placating Universe,
Whatever blessedly innocuous and peaceful; or the most
vociferously cadaverous graveyards of indiscriminately
impoverished war; on the roof of this spell-bindingly
euphoric Universe,
Whatever dedicatedly benign and godly; or the most
worthlessly stagnating carcasses of the unforgivably
wailing agnostic; on the territories of this
aristocratically unlimited Universe,
Whatever victoriously liberating and fragrant; or the
most lividly decaying stench of maniacally lambasting
slavery; on the apogees of this perennially spawning
Universe,
Whatever beautifully unparalleled and replenishing; or
the most inexhaustibly imbecile pangs of demonically
uncurbed hunger; on the shores of this unlimitedly
fertile Universe,
Whatever immortally compassionate and faithful; or the
most unsavorily gory winds of heinously paralyzing
infidelity; on the pores of this supremely panoramic
Universe,
Whatever unshakably Omnipresent and lively; or the
most excruciatingly crucifying cries of intolerably
maiming death; on the strings of this unimaginably
versatile Universe,
Every conceivable shade of life exists not in the
obliviously sluggish past; and neither in the
inexplicably unknown future; but infact and
irrefutably in the unconquerable “Now”; in this very
current moment….
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AFTER BATHING IN THE FIRST SHOWERS OF PRICELESS RAIN
The most haplessly swishing of arid hair; suddenly metamorphosed into the most
ravishingly titillating fronds of supreme ecstasy; after bathing in the first showers of
golden rain; that so celestially tumbled from fathomless sky,
The most abjectly chapped lips; suddenly metamorphosed into the most lusciously
pink lotus’s of voluptuous glory; after bathing in the first showers of priceless rain;
that so unabashedly tumbled from enchanting sky,
The most drearily pulverized soles suddenly metamorphosed into the most
exhilarating pathways of an intrepidly optimistic tomorrow; after bathing in the first
showers of inimitable rain; that so peerlessly tumbled from ebullient sky,
The most deliriously thwarted of brains suddenly metamorphosed into the most spell
bindingly intriguing civilizations of sparkling newness; after bathing in the first
showers of voluptuous rain; that so majestically tumbled from triumphant sky,
The most exhaustedly flustered of palms suddenly metamorphosed into the most
invincibly philanthropic pillars of united strength; after bathing in the first showers of
exultating rain; that so uninhibitedly tumbled from infallible sky,
The most demonically constipated of bellies suddenly metamorphosed into the most
vivaciously dancing fairies of the tantalizing night; after bathing in the first showers of
inscrutable rain; that so poignantly tumbled from ubiquitous sky,
The most morosely sulking eyes suddenly metamorphosed into the most eternally
fructifying cisterns of benign happiness; after bathing in the first showers of
astounding rain; that so unwontedly tumbled from limitless sky,
The most dismally febrile and shivering teeth suddenly metamorphosed into the
most immaculately amazing pearls of exuberance; after bathing in the first showers
of royal rain; that so spectacularly tumbled from charismatic sky,
The most lividly deteriorating of pallid skins suddenly metamorphosed into the most
miraculously proliferating nests of freshness; after bathing in the first showers of
replenishing rain; that so magically tumbled from passionate sky,
The most discriminatingly bigoted of blood suddenly metamorphosed into the most
unassailable waterfall of unshakably glorious humanity; after bathing in the first
showers of effulgent rain; that so sensuously tumbled from undefeatable sky,
The most meaninglessly yawning of mouths suddenly metamorphosed into the most
insuperably emollient heavens of creative energy; after bathing in the first showers
of mesmerizing rain; that so seductively tumbled from resplendent sky,
The most disastrously flabbergasted of bones suddenly metamorphosed into the
most handsomely unconquerable apogees of patriotism; after bathing in the first
showers of virile rain; that so unrelentingly tumbled from unimpeachable sky,
The most despondently squelched of spines suddenly metamorphosed into the most
compassionately electrifying beanstalks of sensitivity; after bathing in the first
showers of fecund rain; that so indefatigably tumbled from vibrant sky,
The most barbarously robotic of fingers suddenly metamorphosed into the most
invincibly burgeoning lanes of ubiquitous artistry; after bathing in the first showers of
gregarious rain; that so unbelievably tumbled from azure sky,
The most pugnaciously commercial of destinies suddenly metamorphosed into the
most unfathomably bewildering meadows of salivating desire; after bathing in the
first showers of vivid rain; that so copiously tumbled from unending sky,
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The most vindictively asphyxiated of ears suddenly metamorphosed into the most
serenading labyrinths of intricate intimacy; after bathing in the first showers of
ameliorating rain; that so fantastically tumbled from egalitarian sky,
The most dejectedly flailing of necks suddenly metamorphosed into the most
excitedly reverberating summits of Everest; after bathing in the first showers of
adventurous rain; that so effeminately tumbled from aristocratic sky,
The most pervertedly impotent of personalities suddenly metamorphosed into the
most incessantly evolving oceans of godly fertility; after bathing in the first showers
of Omnipotent rain; that so uncompromisingly tumbled from erudite sky,
And the most satanically betraying of hearts suddenly metamorphosed into the most
perpetually blessing calendars of all-time immortal love; after bathing in the first
showers of holistic rain; that so everlastingly tumbled from bountiful sky….
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NEITHER COULD LIFE STOP DEATH; NEITHER COULD DEATH STOP LIFE….
Neither could rain stop abominably heartless drought whenever it is destined; nor
could any drought in anyways put brakes upon bountifully utopian rain; whenever its
inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is majestically destined,
Neither could truth stop horrifically demented lies whenever it is destined; nor could
any lies in anyways put brakes upon triumphantly unflinching truth; whenever its
inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is bounteously destined,
Neither could child birth stop bizarrely sadistic impotency whenever it is destined;
nor could any impotency in anyways put brakes upon amazingly unassailable child
birth; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is exuberantly
destined,
Neither could the Sun stop frigidly numbing snow whenever it is destined; nor could
any snow in anyways put brakes upon the Omnipotently blazing Sun; whenever it’s
inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is wondrously destined,
Neither could the Lotus stop dolorously asphyxiating stench whenever it is destined;
nor could any stench in anyways put brakes upon the aristocratically blossoming
and redolent Lotus; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
invincibly destined,
Neither could Kingliness stop demonically beheading poverty whenever it is
destined; nor could any poverty in anyways put brakes upon unsurpassably opulent
Kingliness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
eternally destined,
Neither could goodness stop hedonistically murderous evil whenever it is destined;
nor could any evil in anyways put brakes upon miraculously ameliorating goodness;
whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is infallibly destined,
Neither could evolution stop manipulatively politicized monotony whenever it is
destined; nor could any monotony in anyways put brakes upon freshly spell-binding
evolution; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
enchantingly destined,
Neither could happiness stop inexplicably aggrieved tears whenever they’re
destined; nor could any tears in anyways put brakes upon impregnably philanthropic
happiness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
jubilantly destined,
Neither could perseverance stop amorphously carcinogenic spirits whenever they’re
destined; nor could any spirit in anyways put brakes upon victoriously peerless
perseverance; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
insuperably destined,
Neither could simplicity stop lackadaisically worthless pompousness whenever it is
destined; nor could any pompousness in anyways put brakes upon celestially
enamoring simplicity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it
is ubiquitously destined,
Neither could Luck stop horrifically ghastly accidents whenever they’re destined; nor
could any accident in anyways put brakes upon bountifully unconquerable luck;
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whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is consummately
destined,
Neither could silence stop satanically crucifying screams whenever they’re destined;
nor could any scream in anyways put brakes upon magically stupefying silence;
whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is euphorically
destined,
Neither could day stop ghoulishly plundering night whenever it is destined; nor could
any night in anyways put brakes upon the perpetually winning day; whenever its
inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is spell-bindingly destined,
Neither could humanity stop gorily devastating war whenever it is destined; nor
could any war in anyways put brakes upon everlastingly priceless and uniting
humanity; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
effulgently destined,
Neither could devotion stop lividly profane infidelity whenever it is destined; nor
could any infidelity in anyways put brakes upon unshakably faithful devotion;
whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is holistically
destined,
Neither could innocence stop maliciously perilous adultery whenever it is destined;
nor could any adultery in anyways put brakes upon divinely virgin innocence;
whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is beautifully destined,
Neither could righteousness stop deliriously febrile parasites whenever they’re
destined; nor could any parasites in anyways put brakes upon truthfully blessing
righteousness; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
spectacularly destined,
Neither could life stop torturously annihilating death whenever it is destined; nor
could any death in anyways put brakes upon the chapters of vivaciously iridescent
and immortal life; whenever its inevitable time comes by the grace of God and it is
heavenly destined…
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WHO SAYS THAT THE PHOTOGRAPH WAS LIFELESS ?
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unlimitedly ignited
passion when we rolled on profusely rain soaked grass; as marvelously as its
peerlessly infallible contours,
Nonone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unconquerably
divinely embrace under the optimistically rising Sun; as majestically as its flawlessly
twinkling contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unassailably ardent
emotion as we uninhibitedly divulged the innermost arenas of our heart; as
aristocratically as its victoriously unimpeachable contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; fervently tracing
each pore of our skins like the greatest of artists; as its triumphantly benign
contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; endlessly humming
an infinite unabashed tunes of freshly found happiness; as its poignantly enthralling
contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insuperably
glorious unity; when we clung to each other like never before in the profoundly tangy
waves of the undulating ocean; as its inimitably undefeated contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; eternally unfettered
playfulness when we poked each other in the ribs with our bohemian toe; as its
regally unshakable contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; insatiably magnetic
arousal; when every conceivable hair on our skin stood up till the ultimate peak of
Everest; as its peerlessly innocuous contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; unwontedly
exhilarating nakedness; when we tantalizingly chased each other in the rapturously
moonless night; as its gregariously unbiased contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; everlastingly
voluptuous intimacy; when the most luscious tinge of our lips blended with the fabric
of the entire Universe; as its earnestly sparkling contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; bewitchingly
unparalleled ecstasy; when we fearlessly intermingled each of our breaths in the
broadest of daylight; as its affably immaculate contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; innocently
unconquerable passion; when we timelessly stared into the inscrutable whites of our
eyes; as its marvelously endowed contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; intrepidly
emancipating adventure; when we tirelessly explored every seductively enrapturing
pathway of mother nature; as its amiably mesmerizing contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; pricelessly
humanitarian bonding; when we forever and ardently coalesced each finger of our
palms irrespective of caste/creed/color or tribe; as its splendidly replenishing
contours,
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Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; triumphantly
unceasing exultation; when we’d eaten the first meal of our life together in the same
altruistic leaf; as its handsomely befitting contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; extraordinarily
reverberating sensuousness; when we traced even the most inconspicuous bone of
our shivering spines with our tongues; as its iridescently blessed contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; symbiotically
redolent proliferation; when we held our new born baby daughter in our delightedly
effervescent palms; as its adroitly chiseled contours,
Noone on earth had so perpetually captured that moment of our; immortally blessed
love; when we’d first met and proposed in the Omnisciently unshakable realms of
the mosque; as its regally harmonious contours,
And can you believe it ! Even after doing so much for us; portraying our love so
perpetually and in an infinite of its magical forms; to a boundless more of our future
generations; the world still stupidly said; that the photograph was spinelessly
emotionless and “Lifeless”….
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TRUTH REMAINS TRUTH FOREVER
Whether the inexplicably shivering beggar spoke it; or
whether it diffused magnetically from the stupendously
rich man’s mouth,
Whether the pathetically diminutive ant spoke it; or
whether it diffused roaringly from the overwhelmingly
majestic lion’s mouth,
Whether the horrendously ugly witch spoke it; or
whether it diffused gloriously from the unequivocally
beautiful princess’s mouth,
Whether the pathetically slithering snake spoke it; or
whether it diffused articulately from the voluptuously
seductive nightingale’s mouth,
Whether the ridiculously staggering clown spoke it; or
whether it diffused handsomely from the valiantly
fighting; and majestically patriotic soldier’s mouth,
Whether the sordidly black slave spoke it; or whether
it diffused opulently from the grandiloquently
embellished queen’s mouth,
Whether the infinitesimally wavering ant spoke it; or
whether it diffused domineeringly from the royally
towering elephant’s mouth,
Whether the tyrannically starved orphan spoke it; or
whether it diffused toweringly from the unfathomably
blessed and bountiful mountain’s mouth,
Whether the irrevocably hideous cactus spoke it; or
whether it diffused rhapsodically from the
magnanimously showering cloud’s mouth,
Whether the perpetually deaf man spoke it; or whether
it diffused spell-bindingly from the ingratiatingly
tantalizing magician’s mouth,
Whether the languidly idling tortoise spoke it; or
whether it diffused dynamically from the flamboyantly
zipping and dynamic fire’s mouth,
Whether the intermittently pertinent mosquito spoke
it; or whether it diffused synergistically from the
incredulously gorgeous eagle’s mouth,
Whether the brutally scorched camel spoke it; or
whether it diffused poignantly from the unsurpassably
Kingly ocean’s mouth,
Whether the gruesomely illiterate urchin spoke it; or
whether it diffused integrally from the irrefutably
prudent and sacred philosopher’s mouth,
Whether the devastatingly old and bedraggled
grandfather spoke it; or whether it diffused
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exuberantly from the lusciously vivacious and
enthrallingly dancing angel’s mouth,
Whether the grisly haired rat spoke it; or whether it
diffused celestially from the heavenly spiritual and
charismatic Goddess’s mouth,
Whether the ignominiously castigated artist spoke it;
or whether it diffused seductively from the
wonderfully captivating fairy’s mouth,
Whether the hopelessly extinguished candle spoke it;
or whether it diffused authoritatively from the
benevolently crowned monarch’s mouth,
And whether the incomprehensibly shattered heart spoke
it; or whether it diffused immortally from the
profusely replenished lover’s mouth,
Truth would always and irrefutably remain only as
TRUTH FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER ; bonding all those
with a philanthropically symbiotic will to survive; in
thunderbolts of everlasting passion; in the blankets
of impregnable humanity; alike….
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WHY ARE YOU BOTHERED ???
You just climb the tree with a spirit of adventure
drenching each of your bedraggled senses; and the
winds of untamed euphoria encapsulating each of your
dreary nerves,
Why are you bothered about counting the innumerable
number of branches that came in between; the
incomprehensibly pertinent barricade of worms and
insects that you encountered in your way ?
You just eat the mango wholeheartedly with stupendous
relish; rhapsodically devouring its majestic skin with
the ecstatic buds in your tongue,
Why are you bothered about counting the unsurpassable
number of seeds incarcerated in its belly; the
baseless strands of bitterness that protruded
harmlessly from its body ?
You just swim exuberantly across the bountifully
ravishing lake; letting the heavenly waters take
celestial control over the boundless battalion of
frazzled parasites lingering in your insidious blood,
Why are you bothered about counting the meaningless
number of ripples that floated on the surface; the
innocuously drifting sea weed and frigid lumber that
kissed your shriveled skin; as you drifted by ?
You just bask in the aisles of unprecedentedly
ebullient fantasy and desire; galloping towards the
summit of unparalleled happiness as each instant
unveiled by,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless
number of images that stupendously enshrouded your
nimble mind; the fathomless myriad of color which
hovered obscurely in the interiors of your
intriguingly passionate brain cells?
You just patriotically march for your motherland in
all situations alike; beheading the army of
lecherously blood-sucking traitors on the other side;
with your invincible sword of righteousness,
Why are you bothered about counting the invidiously
augmenting number of devils; the unending repertoire
of insinuations that they harbored; in their murderous
plot to overtopple sagacious mankind ?
You just sight your bountifully endowed reflection in
the profusely sparkling mirror; admiring the intricate
shapes of your countenance bestowed upon you in
vibrant abundance; by the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Why are you bothered about counting the worthless
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sheets of dead fiber imprisoned inside the glass; the
disdainful blotches of dirt failing occasionally to
cast their impression upon its satiny periphery ?
You just disseminate the ideals of immortal peace;
love and humanity; to the most remotest parts of this
boundlessly benign Universe,
Why are you bothered about counting the countless
fleet of manipulative politicians and tycoons; the
ropes of treacherous drudgery that they had spun upon
the crippled and enslaved; alike ?
You just pursue whatever the innermost recesses of
your heart dictate; passionately bonding and blending
with the waves of unconquerable artistry and the
Omnipresent aura of fantasy for centuries immemorial,
Why are you bothered about counting the unendingly
monotonous jokers around; for whom nothing else
mattered on this earth; but working like an insane
clockwork from nine to nine ?
And you just pursue your love in this bloomingly
mesmerizing life; immortally coalescing with its
Omniscient spirit every time you were bestowed upon
with an opportunity to be born; robustly once again,
Why are you bothered about counting the ludicrously
corrupt barriers of conventionally rigid society; the
tremendously cowardly pattern that they had adopted
since the time that they had emanated their very first
breath; the same dastardly pattern which they wanted
you to incorrigibly follow; for ostensibly no reason
or rhyme ?
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UNTIL AND UNLESS
My eyes incorrigibly refused to move; remaining stubbornly mute for
centuries immemorial,
Until and Unless; the impeccable whites of your enamoring sight;
perpetually
interlocked with their sporadically twinkling shine…
My toes irrevocably refused to transgress a single step; pathetically
freezing like a mountain of treacherously crippled logs,
Until and Unless; the delectable tinkle of your immaculately divine
feet;
perpetually interlocked with their boisterous exuberance….
My lips intransigently refused to smile; resembling the murderously
gory
interiors of corpse; even in their celestial prime,
Until and Unless; the rubicund pink of your innocuously tantalizing
cheeks;
perpetually interlocked with their new found happiness…
My neck dogmatically refused to drift; ludicrously stoning itself like
a
lame pillar; even as the entire beauty of this wonderful planet crept
by,
Until and Unless; the compassionate tenderness down your ravishing
spine;
perpetually interlocked with its euphoria to surge forward in vibrant
life….
My fingers belligerently refused to write; ridiculously retreating into
a
shell of rotting nothingness; even as majestic artistry fulminated in
their
veins,
Until and Unless; the untamed mysticism in your seductive palms;
perpetually
interlocked with their resilience rising above the sky….
My stomach venomously refused to eat; starving itself to unprecedented
limits; even as lecherously sank deeper and deeper into my grave,
Until and Unless; the voluptuous charm of your ambiguously titillating
belly; perpetually interlocked with its uncanny urge to relish the
unknown….
My brain vindictively refused to fantasize; drowning itself into a
blanket
of harrowing sadness; even as the most royal fantasy on this earth
blissfully caressed it from all sides,
Until and Unless; the unfathomably grandiloquent reservoir of your
mind;
perpetually interlocked with its yearning; to blossom into euphoric
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radiance….
My breath tumultuously refused to diffuse; strangulating me to a
countless
deaths; inspite of all the oxygen on this planet lingering near my
intricate
nostrils,
Until and Unless; the Omnipotent aura of your mesmerizing countenance;
perpetually interlocked with its ebullient redolence; from all sides….
And my heart vehemently refused to beat; freezing to a pool of frigidly
morbid ice; even as torrential rains of insurmountable passion
descended
down from the sky,
Until and Unless; the profusely poignant palpitations dancing in your
godly
chest; perpetually interlocked with its immortal urge; to disseminate
the
essence of peace; humanity; brotherhood; and symbiotically survive…
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FEATHERS
When I was tickled with feathers of ghastly lies; I
felt beads of insurmountably anguish and desperation
overwhelmingly creep up; on every cranny of my
impoverished persona,
When I was tickled with feathers of overwhelming
commercialism; I felt as if rotting abominably in
dungeons of horrifically sinister stagnation,
When I was tickled with feathers of abhorrent malice;
I felt as if everything around me in this colossally
mesmerizing Universe; was a threadbare mirage of
gruesomely insipid nothingness,
When I was tickled with feathers of indiscriminate
racializm; I felt as if dagger heads of veritable
death; had stabbed me countless kilometers beneath my
gory grave,
When I was tickled with feathers of barbaric
bloodshed; I felt an uncanny shudder paralyze each
element of my spine; collapsed in an ungainly heap on
the obdurate ground; relinquishing even the tiniest
desire to live,
When I was tickled with feathers of insanely
treacherous madness; I felt the artist in me stifle
into horrendous oblivion; the harmonious air around
me; ominously infiltrating each arena of my innocuous
flesh,
When I was tickled with feathers of lecherous
savagery; I felt every shade of passionate poignancy
evaporate from my blood; plunged into the valley of
extinction; instead of melanging with satanically
blood sucking society,
When I was tickled with feathers of betrayal; I felt
more devastated than the morbidly ghastly coffins;
abnegating wholesomely from all desire and worldly
virtues of exotic life,
When I was tickled with feathers of lackadaisical
monotony; I felt as if every iota of God’s voluptuous
planet was being ruthlessly lambasted; went deep into
the mystical forests to meditate till my absolute end,
When I was tickled with feathers of relentless
hostility; I felt as if the entire earth had become a
capriciously frigid thread of religion; with the
spirit of everlasting humanity disappearing into the
aisles of non-existence,
When I was tickled with feathers of deplorably raunchy
slavery; I felt as if there was no difference between
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man and animal; cursing every entity; menacingly under
my enslaved breath,
When I was tickled with feathers of despondently
crippling solitude; I felt as if being pushed into a
dungeon of scorpions every unleashing minute;
clenching my teeth till the last bone of my
exhilarated body split into a boundless pieces,
When I was tickled with feathers of manipulative give
and take; I felt as if my existence was a meaningless
gutter of foul sewage; with philanthropism and good
will being things of waywardly obsolete past,
When I was tickled with feathers of disparagingly
condemnable abuse; I felt each part of my rubicund
flesh invidiously tarnished; unable to relive my
original euphoria; even after a million baths,
When I was tickled with feathers of despairingly
bizarre blackness; I felt as if optimism was a desert
that had perennially dried up; as I slithered
aimlessly in a whirlpool of uncouth savagery,
When I was tickled with feathers of ludicrously
everlasting castigation; I felt as if there was no
value of art in this diabolically cold blooded world;
drowned myself forever in the ocean of my shattered
versatility,
When I was tickled with feathers of dastardly
terrorism; I felt as the world had departed from all
elements of fabulous brotherhood and empathy;
unrelentingly wailed for the innocently beheaded;
before I decided to slit; the conglomerate of my
intricate veins apart,
When I was tickled with feathers of disastrously
orphaned poverty; I felt tumultuously enraged at the
unsurpassably rich; at blowing their surplus opulence
in spurious cigar smoke and wine; whils’t their naked
counterparts outside shivered to an unbearable death,
But when I was tickled with feathers of immortally
uninhibited love; I felt the most bountifully endowed
entity alive; at last felt the beats of my truculently
massacred heart; reach inside my chest to forever lead
and romance with; majestic life…
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I HATE THE HIGH SOCIETY
High society was pompously spurious; blowing
pricelessly precious moments of sacrosanct life; in
wisps of obnoxiously sleazy cigar smoke,
High society was abhorrently malicious; invidiously
castigating its own counterpart behind their back;
while garnering a sanctimonious smile in front of the
same,
High society was inconspicuously threadbare; harboring
diabolically ominous tendencies for the miserably
oppressed; evolving castles of rotting currency on
their poignantly scarlet blood,
High society was spuriously ostentatious; diffusing
the entire tenure of their claustrophobic life; in
dungeons of hideously ungainly manipulation,
High society was brutally tyrannical; indiscriminately
lambasting the diminutively innocent; to baselessly
inundate their venomous treasuries; with even the very
last iota of food in their impoverished stomachs,
High society was insanely ludicrous; unrelentingly
dictating the poor to polish their worthless shoes;
then wholeheartedly laughing their hearts out;
admiring their capriciously grotesque reflection in
the same,
High society was ghoulishly devilish; preposterously
drinking wine in the realms of their own cheaply
glittering chambers; while the immaculately blissful
commoner shivered uncontrollably; in the acridly
freezing maelstrom outside,
High society was ambiguously hypocrite; perennially
breaking hearts like frigid matchsticks; with their
devilishly unholy promise towards the chapter of
resplendent life,
High society was truculently unforgiving;
cold-bloodedly treating even the most inadvertently
committed of mistakes; with the vindictively gory heel
of their satanic shoe,
High society was abominably authoritative; salaciously
dictating their unfathomable graveyard of whims and
woes; upon the wonderfully ingratiating fabric of
eternal mankind,
High society was treacherously bombarding; demonically
marauding the symbiotically triumphant happiness of
every righteous household; with raunchily stinking
notes of indescribable corruption,
High society was surreptitiously precarious; giving
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you the merciless slip towards the corpses of ultimate
death; when you thought you had secured an invincible
stranglehold on the fortress of bountiful life,
High society was heinously wasting; inviting their
snobbishly silken cats to eat in plates of
fathomlessly scintillating silver; while the
disastrously orphaned urchin was breathing his very
last outside,
High society was egregiously parasitic; barbarically
sucking rivers of blood to rejuvenate their
meaningless lives; when all what they actually needed
was just two droplets of holistic water,
High society was indefatigably fretting; agonizingly
complaining about God’s panoramically resplendent
creation; just because the Sun filtered an iota too
more through their murderously tinted glass,
High society was a ridiculously dead skeleton;
incessantly witnessing the Lord’s beautifully fragrant
creation through glasses of lecherously licentious
wine; and then collapsing into countless bits of
worthless chowder; as the wind increased its pace even
an inconspicuously exhilarating trifle,
High society was ruthlessly heartless; malevolently
betraying the souls of impregnably true lovers;
morbidly incarcerating them within jailhouses of
sanctimonious status; caste; creed and tribe,
High society was tumultuously penalizing; lunatically
violating God’s every divinely virtue; having the
wealth to purchase every confectionary with the
opulence in their pockets; yet remaining a sordid
failure in the pages of existence,
High society was a robotic tycoon; self-conceitedly
squelching the winds of voluptuously regale artistry
and breath; with inclemently mechanical behavioral
patterns; all throughout the day and enchanting night,
High society was a uxorious dog; uncontrollably
wagging its criminally slavering tongue; at even the
most fugitively ethereal insinuation of titillation
and extra wealth,
High society was parsimonious mosquito; nonsensically
disseminating its affluence on nubile vixen and
bawdiness; bereft of even the tiniest beat of
perpetual love in its insides,
High society was a hollow termite; horrifically
guzzling the threads of harmony; symbiotism; unity;
with its canines of torturously vengeful prejudice,
High society was an asphyxiating web; which tightened
the noose of its ill will more tautly upon you every
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unfurling minute; derogatorily drowning the element of
sparkling truth in your persona; with its gutters of
inevitable lies,
High society was torturously imprisoning; crippling
the wings of your fascinatingly seductive freedom not
only for this; but for an infinite more lives,
High society was a boundless sea allright; but without
even the most mercurial trace of waves; compassion and
sensuously redolent togetherness,
High society was an ostracizing gallows; lividly
laughing at traumatizing sorrow around them; basking
in the glory of their falsely fiasco brawn and might,
High society was arrogantly deceitful; bending down
like a obeisant snail in front of lambasting
superpowers; whereas the Creator ruled every bit of
this endless Universe; ever since the moment it was
born,
High society was unreasonably questioning; wretchedly
molesting innocuous organisms; for ostensibly no fault
of theirs or their humbly humanitarian kind,
High society was an impudent stone; shattering not
only the truthful glasses; but the irrefutably
patriotic conscience of a synergistically common man,
High society was pretentiously civilized; behaving
like a astronomically nail polished angel on the
bustling streets; while ripping each other apart worse
than what wolves could execute; in the bloodstained
upholstery of their castle room,
High society was pugnaciously blinded; maniacally
overlooking even the most magnificently majestic
empathy around; in the monstrously debilitating shine
of incongruous coin,
And although it was unfortunate but true that I was
born amidst its integrally sodomizing cradle; I had;
am; and will always hate the high society till the end
of my time; and in every blessed life of mine….
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JUST A BEAT
Stagnation; Dolorousness and Abominable Indolence; is
what I didn’t have the capacity to holistically
tolerate,
While just an infinitesimal caress of your
resplendently heavenly palms; was enough to transform
the lugubriously invaded complexion of my cheeks; back
to the clouds of stupendously sparkling life…..
Raunchiness; Corruption; and Sleazy Betrayal; is what
I didn’t want to ever hear about in the tenure of my
nimbly truncated existence,
While just a diminutive flicker of your flirtatiously
mischievous eyes; was enough to metamorphose the
whirlpool of monotony enshrouding my dwindling
countenance; back to the forests bountifully
scintillating life….
Maliciousness; Treachery; and Gory Bloodshed; is what
I didn’t want to ever be affiliated with till the
absolute end of my time,
While just an inconspicuous peck of your majestically
enchanting lips; was enough to transit the graveyard
of salacious drudgery profoundly instilled within my
veins; back to the meadows of fathomlessly exotic
life….
Insanity; Depression; Remorseful Isolation; is what I
didn’t want to ever witness as long as breath diffused
in marvelous unison from my nostrils,
While just a timidly mercurial embrace of your
astoundingly ravishing palms; was enough to
revolutionize my lacklusterness to wake up from soil;
back to the Sun of triumphantly blazing life….
Agony; Torture; and Crippling Slavery; is what I
didn’t want to ever happen to any harmoniously
symbiotic organism on the firmament of this gigantic
earth,
While just an ephemerally parsimonious pulsation of
your gorgeously melodious voice; was enough to
catapult my indescribable corpse of discriminating
prejudice; back to the lotus of vibrantly vivacious
life…..
Uncouthness; Dilapidation; and Bellicose Loneliness;
is what I didn’t want to ever sink into the
dormitories of my pricelessly blessed blood,
While just an insipidly oblivious whisper of your
enigmatic visage; was enough to refurbish my
pathetically withering desires; back to the elixir of
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spell bindingly regal life….
Franticness; Desperation; and Crucifying Paralysis; is
what I didn’t want to ever creep up the entrenchment
of my blissfully impeccable soul,
While just an invisible trace of your royally
victorious shadow; was enough to recuperate the
parasites of cold-blooded hell in my miserably
quavering bones; back to the fortress of celestially
fragrant life….
Atheism; Nonchalance; and Dividing Religion; is what I
didn’t want to ever proliferate so baselessly on this
timelessly sacrosanct planet,
While just a capriciously transient movement of your
righteously marching feet; was enough to convert the
web of ominous ill-will in my conscience; back to the
waves of ingratiatingly fabulous life….
And Death; Disappearance; Sinful Suicide; is what I
didn’t want to ever witness on God’s most beautifully
dexterous and sensuous planet,
While just a diminutively obsolete beat of your
princely heart; was enough to rejuvenate the
maelstroms of debilitating disaster in my breath; back
to the waterfalls of immortal love and vivid life…
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LIFE AND DEATH
As much enchantingly resplendent was the fabric of;
perennially
blossoming
life,
Insidiously penalizing and inexplicably frustrating;
were the pathetically dwindling chapters
of
disastrously gory death….
As much blissfully proliferating was the garden of;
vivaciously
Omnipotent
life,
Horrifically crucifying and despicably stagnating;
were the coffin
nails of
remorsefully fretting death….
As much irrefutably truthful was the wind of;
exhilaratingly ebullient
life,
Dolorously manipulative and abhorrently lecherous;
were the flagrantly
foul
gutters of ruthlessly asphyxiating death….
As much patriotically sparkling was the complexion of;
vibrantly
bountiful
life,
Salaciously impeding and vehemently whipping; were the
stinking graveyards of
indescribably orphaned death….
As much refreshingly appetizing was the gorge of;
astoundingly mesmerizing life,
Lethally lambasting and forlornly decaying; were the
satanic gallows of invidiously stifling death….
As much tantalizingly silken was the mist of;
enchantingly triumphant life,
Cold-bloodedly massacring and vindictively venomous;
were the lackluster corpses of ghastily sullen death…
As much exotically enticing was the meadow of;
vibrantly titillating life,
Gruesomely parasitic and tyrannically torturous; were
the mortifying gutters of despicably abominable
death….
As much poignantly perpetual was the bond of;
fascinatingly blissful life,
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Lecherously lashing and diabolically pulverizing; were
the cacophonic skeletons of grotesquely savage death….
As much celestially placating was the reverie of;
gorgeously marvellous life,
Blatantly corrupt and meaninglessly ungainly; were the
hopeless dungeons of disparagingly derogatory death….
As much ravishingly sensuous was the heaven of;
scintillatingly Omniscient life,
Ghoulishly indiscriminate and traumatically hideous;
were the nonchalant worms of bizarrely rotten death…..
As much innocuously sacred was the cradle of;
bountifully proliferating life,
Ominously crippling and preposterously dastardly; were
the lackadaisically disappearing shadows of obsoletely
jinxed death….
As much timelessly compassionate was the path of;
victoriously blazing life,
Licentiously withering and regretfully castigating;
were the heinously endless curses of drearily dolorous
death….
As much regally ubiquitous was the essence of;
Omnipresently magnetic life,
Baselessly stunted and horrifically wailing; were the
pernicious maelstroms of sordidly demonic death…..
As much flamboyantly glittering was the cistern of;
vividly eclectic life,
Worthlessly lazing and sardonically stunted; were the
prejudiced whiplashes of criminally castrating death….
As much beautifully harmonious was the tonic of;
Omnipotently bestowing life,
Hatefully hunchbacked and ambiguously stinging; were
the hypocrite stones of disdainfully ostracizing
death…
As much holistically eternal was the rainbow of;
everlastingly blissful life,
Truculently sucking and maliciously distorted; were
the sinister tunes of mercilessly snapping death….
As much graciously charismatic was the wall of;
unshakably patriotic life,
Insanely bereaved and uxoriously fiendish; were the
prurient rides of idiosyncratically feckless death….
As much marvellously bequeathing was the cloudburst
of; unconquerably untamed life,
Irately impudent and obnoxiously sultry; were the
rebuking waves of agonizingly suffocating death….
As much wonderfully fragrant was the jacket of;
unassailably glorious life,
Inconspicuously snobbish and punitively parsimonious;
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were the bellicose voices of vengefully woeful death….
As much supremely humanitarian was the armor of;
perpetually affable life,
Shiveringly morbid and abusively mercurial; were the
ungainly tunes of devastatingly disintegrating
death…..
As much unsurpassably enthralling was the fortress of;
unflinchingly intrepid life,
Ludicrously cowardly and treacherously hollow; were
the ignominious potholes of pugnaciously threadbare
death….
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As much invaluably godly was the whistle of;
never-endingly augmenting life,
Haplessly destitute and unfathomably maimed; were the
evil arms of relentlessly weeping death…..
And as much fervently passionately was the beat of;
immortally resplendent life,
Brutally snatching and weirdly disfigured; were the
barbarically blood-coated alphabets of unforgivably
condemning death….
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ARTISTS VERSUS TYCOONS
Artists assimilated the vibrantly unfurling beauty of
the atmosphere; majestically on the resplendent
palette of their lives,
Tycoons traded the same in the spuriously stinking
stock markets; savagely marauding their bountiful
fragrance in the web of indescribably salacious
savagery….
Artists inundated vivaciously enamoring color even in
the most dolorously deadened entities; spawning a
civilization of ravishing sensuousness on even the
most obsoletely decaying step that they tread,
Tycoons ghastily buried live organisms into threadbare
mud; erecting castles of their invidiously malicious
wealth; upon unfathomably tyrannized blood and skull….
Artists wonderfully absorbed even the most
infinitesimal iota of charismatic voluptuousness from
the planet around; eternally making it the ravishing
mascara of their philandering eyelashes,
Tycoons ruthlessly boiled the same in cauldrons of
manipulative malice; beheading man and animal
barbarically alike; to bombastically toast for their
nocturnal delights…..
Artists insurmountably titillated even the coffins of
penalizing midnight; with the stupendously enchanting
melody in their vividly wandering sounds,
Tycoons mercilessly invaded every speck of this
gloriously palpitating Universe; with the
overwhelmingly bizarre cacophony of lecherously
crippling monotony…..
Artists fulminated into an unsurpassable ocean of
fantasy with every unveiling minute; tantalizing even
the most alien mountains of absolution; with their
beautifully mesmerizing footsteps,
Tycoons fretted; fumed; made life an irascibly
unforgiving hell for every entity around them; after
stepping out of the realms of the dastardly
superficial office….
Artists perpetuated a fathomless garden of spell
binding fragrance on every single occasion that they
exotically kissed mother earth; erupting into the
flavor of timeless humanity for times immemorial; and
with the consent of the Creator Divine,
Tycoons tirelessly slithered their way through the
gutters of crucifying corruption; asphyxiating the
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breath of countless innocent; in their quest for
reaching the epitome of baselessly empty supremacy….
Artists treated every organism alive as an unshakably
ubiquitous paradise; profoundly saluting the
scintillating path of compassionate righteousness in
every heart throbbing with enamoring life,
Tycoons parasitically lambasted the diminutively poor;
uxoriously licked the sordid feet of the domineeringly
rich; in their never-ending hunger to posses the
ludicrously white collar; for a countless more
lifetimes…..
Artists irrefutably believed in the sacrosanct cradle
of beautiful proliferation; timelessly evolving a
township of astoundingly redolent newness in every
conceivable direction; that they cast their
intoxicating eyes,
Tycoons deliberately impeded God’s most cherished
process of procreation; on the meaningless pretext
that their palaces of sleazily glittering gold; would
become a trifle too overcrowded….
And Artists perpetually worshipped nothing else but
love; love and perennial love; bonding with its
heavenly spirit to immortalize the spirit of
ingratiating life on this boundlessly gregarious
earth,
While tycoons insidiously broke hearts like a pack of
soggy matchsticks; criminally philosophizing an
insipidly emotionless environment; sanctimonious cigar
smoke; raunchy vixen and wine; as the only mantra to
forever survive…..
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NO GHOSTS
The ghost of the impoverished beggar; indefatigably chased all those
opulently uncouth entities; who had so barbarically kicked him once
upon a
time; on the streets of rambunctiously threadbare nothingness,
The ghost of the hapless destitute; unrelentingly chased all those
tyrannically lambasting tycoons; who had so unsparingly deprived her of
pristine innocence once upon a time; maliciously infiltrating into her
enchantingly bountiful life,
The ghost of the unfortunate orphan; relentlessly chased all those
diabolically evil spirits; who had so ruthlessly torn it apart from its
Omnipotent parents once upon a time; penalizing it for ostensibly no
reason
or rhyme,
The ghost of the brutally pulverized leaf; intransigently chased all
those
ungainly footsteps; who had so deliberately massacred it once upon a
time;
metamorphosing its cradle of insatiable ecstasy into a graveyard of
gruesome
silence,
The ghost of the scorching desert; timelessly chased all those
acrimoniously
sweltering rays of the Sun; which had so truculently whiplashed it once
upon
a time; perniciously roasting its tranquility with fireballs of
unbearable
heat,
The ghost of the excoriated shark; endlessly chased all those ominous
hunters; who had so demonically slit its throat once upon a time;
rendering
its unconquerably princely form into an inconspicuous coffin of
meaningless
bone,
The ghost of the assassinated artist; tirelessly chased all those
conventionally stringent section of society; who had so ignominiously
ostracized his work once upon a time; snobbishly tainting his marvelous
artistry with their pompously deadened spit,
The ghost of the ghastily blinded eye; limitlessly chased all those
venomous
thorns; who had so mercilessly pierced its periphery once upon a time;
invidiously marauding its carpet of spell binding sensuousness with a
treachery befitting a dreaded swine,
The ghost of the maimed urchin; intractably chased all those salacious
dictators; who had so lethally victimized its body once upon a time;
transformed its gorgeously robust complexion into a shell of
reclusively
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disparaging doom,
The ghost of the tortured slave; immutably chased all those devilish
powerhouses; which had so gorily crucified his vivacious soul once upon
a
time; despicably invading his fountain of uninhibited freedom with
chains of
incarcerating prejudice,
The ghost of the heinously disintegrated egg; murderously chased all
those
perilous vultures; who had so satanically smashed it once upon a time;
remorsefully depriving it of even the most infinitesimal of chance to
witness the mesmerizing planet outside,
The ghost of the pointed cactus; incorrigibly chased all those
grotesque
mouths; which had so abominably looked down upon it once upon a time;
treating it as a piece of insipid shit as they endeavored their best to
make
fun of it; all the time,
The ghost of the stripped chicken; irrevocably chased all those
heartless
butchers; which had so cruelly decimated it once upon a time;
converting it
into a pool of pathetic blood just to titillate the spurious tongues;
of
countless alien,
The ghost of the annihilated township; uncontrollably chased all those
worthless politicians; who had so unimaginably bombarded it once upon a
time; converting even the most diminutive cranny of its persona into a
battlefield of blood; hatred and abhorrent war,
The ghost of the isolated path; unflaggingly chased all those pompously
inflated tycoons; who had so impudently rejected it once upon a time;
transiting it into a living mortuary; just to prevent that extra bit of
mud
from infiltrating into their bombastically worthless shoes,
The ghost of underprivileged children; inexhaustibly chased all those
uselessly penalizing mavericks; who had so maliciously laughed upon
their
nimble demeanor; just because they were a shade stronger by the grace
of
Almighty Lord,
The ghost of the traumatized seductress; unfathomably chased all those
licentiously thwarting devils; who had so forcefully tied her in
shackles of
captivity once upon a time; cursing her song of tantalizing melody;
with the
cry of vengeful death,
The ghost of the betrayed woman; doggedly chased all those perfidiously
diseased impressions; which had so astutely trapped her once upon a
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time;
transiently igniting the fires of unbelievable voluptuousness in her
life;
before ghoulishly shattering her for a countless more lives,
But the seed of immortal love had no ghost; not even the most tiniest
of
sinister spirit to be afraid of; as it flowered into the most
Omnipresent
entrenchment of the divine; timelessly blossoming into the feathers of
unshakable togetherness; even after all had died; even after the dying
of
unstoppable time…..
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NO OVERTAKING
It was intransigently impossible to overtake the
Omnipotent Sun; as every step that I took forward; was
irrefutably overwhelmed by an unfathomable
entrenchment of perennially jubilant shine,
It was intractably impossible to overtake the
fathomless ocean; as every step that I took forward;
was irrefutably outclassed by an unending festoon of
undulating waves; thunderously sending me backwards;
rollicking towards the cold rocks,
It was irrevocably impossible to overtake the sensuous
clouds; as every step that I took forward; was
irrefutably overshadowed by a mist of perpetually
enthralling and untamed exhilaration,
It was incorrigibly impossible to overtake the
sacrosanct chapters of Creation; as every step that I
took forward; was irrefutably outnumbered by the
infinite rhapsodic cries of fresh birth; that had just
unfurled,
It was unbelievably impossible to overtake the scent
of humanitarian goodness; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably engulfed with a cistern of
invincibly spell binding righteousness,
It was immutably impossible to overtake the assiduous
unveiling of time; as every step that I took forward;
irrefutably perpetuated even the most infinitesimal
senses of my mind; body and soul with the undeniable
spirit of pragmatically precious present,
It was indefatigably impossible to overtake the
township of heavenly mankind; as every step that I
took forward; was irrefutably overpowered by the
unbreakable compassion of philanthropic oneness,
It was irretrievably impossible to overtake the
impregnable thread of truth; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably transcended by the insatiably
enlightening inferno of unflinching solidarity,
It was imperceptibly impossible to overtake the
bountiful stride of the artist; as every step that I
took forward; was irrefutably incarcerated in a web of
vivaciously everlasting seduction,
It was indomitably impossible to overtake the eternal
sounds of innocence; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably surpassed by a civilization
of perennially bestowing and optimistic illumination,
It was unsalvageably impossible to overtake the
absolute zenith of the gargantuan mountain; as every
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step that I took forward; was irrefutably overruled by
pricelessly sheer majesty and unassailable
superiority,
It was incomprehensibly impossible to overtake the
smile of true friendship; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably encapsulated by a cavern of
unendingly benign congeniality,
It was insurmountably impossible to overtake the
inherent impetuousness of boisterously bubbling youth;
as every step that I took forward; was irrefutably
mellowed by the flame of ardently ebullient adventure,
It was indescribably impossible to overtake the walls
of symbiotic harmony; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably nonplussed by the marvelous
aristocracy of enchantingly blessed existence,
It was irredeemably impossible to overtake the Godly
Mother’s compassion; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably drowned in an unfathomable
whirlpool of incessantly burgeoning empathy,
It was unstoppably impossible to overtake the melody
of rain soaked air; as every step that I took forward;
was irrefutably neutralized by a voluptuously nubile
seductress; relentlessly titillating even the heart of
my most dolorously deadened night,
It was unsurpassably impossible to overtake the
patriotism of the sacrificing soldier; as every step
that I took forward; was irrefutably outshone by a sky
of stupendously ever-pervading skill and inimitable
bravery,
It was dogmatically impossible to overtake the tunnels
of triumphant breath; as every step that I took
forward; was irrefutably outplayed by the majestically
benevolent rhythm of; pristine existence,
And it was hopelessly impossible to overtake the beats
of the poignantly gregarious heart; as every step that
I took forward; was irrefutably outdone by a paradise
of immortal love; love and priceless love….
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THE CRY OF THE HEART
The cry of the lion was majestically thunderous;
although it died as the minutes rapidly unveiled; with
the stupendous tranquility of the forests taking
wholesome control,
The cry of the clouds was insatiably voluptuous;
although it faded after a while; as the Sun
Omnipotently enlightened even the most infinitesimal
entity in neighboring vicinity,
The cry of the shark was royally piercing; although it
diminished almost as soon as it had come; with the
unfathomably undulating wave wholesomely drowning it
into an ocean of mesmerizing froth,
The cry of the eagle was exuberantly aristocratic;
although it vanished surreptitiously from the sky in
an ethereal flash; as cyclonically untamed maelstroms
perpetuated the canvas of the panoramic valley,
The cry of the nightingale was melodiously enchanting;
although it blended with the aisles of nothingness
after a while; as the triumphantly trumpeting
elephants insatiably marauded the meadows; left; right
and rampant center,
The cry of the gloriously unflinching warrior was
supremely ecstatic; although it coalesced with
threadbare mud in an ethereal instant; as an
unsurpassably unending tirade of pugnacious bombs;
brutally plummeted upon him from the enemy camp,
The cry of the waterfalls was harmoniously enchanting;
although it dried up as quickly as flashes of
lightening thunder; as the tyranny of the
acrimoniously sweltering day evaporated every bit of
it; into wisps of obsoletely disappearing oblivion,
The cry of the bee was boisterously swarming; although
it soon mellowed to an inconspicuous trace of its
original self; as the scent of the magnanimously
everlasting lotus unconquerably enshrouded everything
above hard ground,
The cry of the seductress was ebulliently tantalizing;
although it disappeared into the ingredients of
nothingness like a trice of a bullet; as the silken
magic of the titillating night soon gave way to the
hideously monotonous day,
The cry of the clocktower was stringently meticulous;
although it quickly subsided into a corpse of morbid
meaninglessness; as the lanky arm struck past the
wonderfully reverberating hour,
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The cry of the rainbow was resplendently vivacious;
although it fleetingly hid in its shell of sequestered
oblivion; as the blanket of poignantly crimson clouds
soon took a insurmountably bountiful grip of the
fathomless sky,
The cry of the dewdrops was beautifully exhilarating;
although it pathetically evaporated into bits of open
space; as soon as the Sun blazed to its domineeringly
profound radiance in the boundless sky,
The cry of the leaves was mystically seductive;
although it transformed into a diminutively subdued
mellow; as the victoriously advancing gusty wind now
became a song of charismatic love,
The cry of the newly born was Omnisciently effusive;
although it became a fugitive impression of its
ownself; as the years advanced and the web of
inevitably insidious commercialism took disgusting
control,
The cry of the brain was fantastically unfathomable
and incessantly exploring; although it transited into
an inferno of lackadaisical disparagement; as the
savagery of uncouth society salaciously overpowered
every intricate arena of survival,
The cry of the conscience was irrefutably honest;
although it sporadically manipulated itself every now
and again; as existence was of the most
quintessentially paramount importance amidst the pack
of satanically lecherous wolves,
The cry of breath was charismatically sensuous;
although it veritably finished in limited amounts of
unfurling time; as the strokes of destiny eventually
had their unavoidably final say,
But the cry of the heart was immortally unassailable;
come what may; passionately shuddering even centuries
immemorial after wholesome diminishing of the bodily
form; perpetually uniting with God’s most pricelessly
Omnipotent beats of love….
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MAKE ME IMMUNE
Don’t make me immune to resplendent emotions; but make
me irrefutably immune to all those outrageously
overruling them; brutally pulverizing them under a
carpet of insidious monotony,
Don’t make me immune to bountifully captivating
beauty; but make me intransigently immune to all those
mercilessly marauding and ruthlessly neglecting it,
Don’t make me immune to fathomless lands of enchanting
grass; but make me incorrigibly immune to all those
diabolically spitting and barbarically chopping them,
Don’t make me immune to undulating waves of the
ravishing sea; but make me irrevocably immune to all
those derogatorily adulterating and corrupting them
with nuclear warfare,
Don’t make me immune to the astoundingly Omnipotent
scent of the gregarious lotus; but make me
irretrievably immune to all those uncouthly
devastating its stupendous serenity; with their swords
of bizarre commercialism,
Don’t make me immune to the majestically divine rays
of the flamboyant Sun; but make me unsurpassably
immune to all those lecherously castigating them for
their sweltering shine,
Don’t make me immune to tantalizingly spell binding
fantasy; but make me irrevocably immune to all those
invidiously massacring it with graveyards of abhorrent
prejudice,
Don’t make me immune to grandiloquently glittering
gold coins; but make me intractably immune to all
those pompously tossing them; rather than helping
despicably beleaguered mankind,
Don’t make me immune to melodiously singing birds; but
make me unfathomably immune to all those tyrannically
slitting their throats; to spuriously toast for
surreptitious nocturnal delights,
Don’t make me immune to the symbiotically harmonious
religion of humanity; but make me unprecedentedly
immune to all those invidiously infiltrating it with
pathetically infinitesimal idiosyncrasies of caste;
creed and discriminating color,
Don’t make me immune to unconquerably priceless truth;
but make me dogmatically immune to all those
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satanically degrading it with an acrimoniously fretful
battlefield of blatant lies,
Don’t make me immune to effusively jubilant tears; but
make me wholesomely immune to all those who kept
relentlessly crying; despite having all the wealth on
this gorgeously fathomless Universe,
Don’t make me immune to immortally Omniscient martyrs;
but make me boundlessly immune to all those who
insipidly ridiculed and forlornly condemned their acts
of gloriously altruistic heroism,
Don’t make me immune to the voluptuous shadows of
sensuousness; but make me overwhelmingly immune to all
those tried to burn them in the swirl of abominably
clockwork machinery,
Don’t make me immune to ingratiatingly enigmatic
mysticism; but make me truculently immune to all those
believing in nothing else but the disdainfully boring
ticktocking of time,
Don’t make me immune to synergistically surviving
wildlife; but make me entirely immune to all those
beheading innocent animals; just to placate that
inconspicuously extra bit of taste in their nonchalant
tongues,
Don’t make me immune to eternally fructifying
friendship; but make me uncompromisingly immune to all
those salaciously trying to poison it with the fangs
of indescribably sordid greed,
Don’t make me immune to blissfully earthly and
panoramically natural sounds; but make me indomitably
immune to all those agonizingly trying to trample
them; with the voices of threadbare superficiality,
Don’t make me immune to the heavenly
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