Poetry

1. 1 MILLION GODS
When I was in office; I felt as if somebody was trying to wring my neck each second;
pummeling me down forcefully towards the ground,
While when I stepped outside; people seemed so pleasant; and the majestic rays of
the Sun left me open mouthed in a spell bound stupor.
When I was in office; I felt as if I was being whipped in each corner of my skin; with
barbaric belts of commercialism,
While when I stepped outside; the roads on which pedestrians walked seemed like
golden honey; and the chirping of vivacious birds; put my mind to an eternal rest.
When I was in office; the air around me felt overwhelmingly heavy; with the appalling
sight of check books and paper; putting me in a state of perpetual gloom,
While when I stepped outside; the scent of the mesmerizing rose tickled me
voraciously; casting over my dreary senses a spell of surreal enchantment.
When I was in office; the ambience seemed so nonchalant and dull; despite the most
glorious of lights flashing around,
While when I stepped outside; I had the time of my life; with the creamy moonlight;
playing hide 'n' seek with my eyes.
When I was in office; the steps heading to my cabin; seemed more taller than the
Himalayas; with me having to make Herculean efforts to clamber the same,
While when I stepped outside; I had a desire to run every moment; and my legs
bounced relentlessly even in the middle of the night.
When I was in office; my reflection in the mirrors appeared as of a ghost; with my
facial contours gruesomely distorted and twisted,
While when I stepped outside; I could sight my face in every eye; and the color of my
cheeks metamorphosed from pallid and fragile; to as blazing as the flaming Sun.
When I was in office; the food served seemed to be harder than stone; with the
disdainful voice of my boss; the bombastic wisps of smoke emanating from his cigar;
annihilating the slightest of my desire to eat,
While when I stepped outside; I felt fresh pangs of hunger reverberate in my
stomach; and tore through the slices of scarlet apple in my dish; with renewed energy
and gusto.
When I was in office; the desire to love in my body died a stifled and miserable death;
with telephone calls from clients all day; driving me beyond the threshold of
frustration,
While when I stepped outside; I mischievously flirted with every girl I encountered
on the street; and in the end found myself lost in the breath of my beloved; and the

2. softness of her caress putting me off to blissful sleep.
When I was in office; thoughts incorrigibly refrained to enter my mind; with the same
monotonous figures of profit and loss stabbing me perniciously from all sides,
While when I stepped outside; there was a deluge of fantasy in my brain; and the
most beautiful sights on this planet stimulated me beyond the point of no control.
And when I was in office; every individual seemed like a diabolical devil; with
perceptions of him slaining me augmenting every minute,
While when I steeped outside; each entity I laid my eyes upon; seemed innocent and
lovable; seemed passionate and romantic; infact to candidly convey it; seemed like 1
million Gods.