Poetry

1. LOOKING FORWARD TO
The night looked forward to the brilliant morning; completely engulfing its chill with
flamboyant light,
The deserts looked forward to rain; a billion droplets of water to quench their
insatiable thirst,
The freezing slopes of the snow laden Antarctica; looked forward to a flurry of
playful penguins; wandering around pompously with their protuberant necks poking
out,
The dying plumes of black smoke; looked forward to fresh heat; incinerating their
pathetic persona once again; into crackling flames of golden fire,
The blood shot and morbid eyes of the convict; looked forward to loads of
compassionate empathy and moisture,
The solitary patches of the winding and century old road; looked forward to
boisterous traffic; scores of innocuous children inundating its gloomy ambience with
lots of cheer and spice,
The slaves toiling unrelentingly all night and day; looked forward to some time
occupying the seat of their master; thereby metamorphosing all their
imprisoned dreams into reality,
The goats philandering amidst appalling piles of rotten garbage; looked forward to
sprawling meadows of fresh grassland; blissfully munching corn and succulent
vegetable,
The gang of eunuchs begging in their discordant voices on the streets; looked
forward to another birth in which they were born as perfect humans; were able to
exist harmoniously and procreated their progeny,
The brave soldier sleeping dormantly in his bunker; looked forward to a blood curling
war; fighting with all his might to protect his country,
The completely dried river bed; looked forward to tumultuous spells of rain to
overwhelm its surface; yet again with scores of twinkling fish and water,
The brutally chopped tongue; looked forward to growing again; loudly speaking all
the words it had perceived in its times of distress; in a single stroke of time,

2. The wholesomely barren streets of lanky canvas; looked forward to being embedded
with rustic color; an ensemble of vivacious lines rendering it with a profoundly
dynamic appearance,
The pair of scarlet crested parrots incarcerated in their metallic cage; looked forward
to soaring high and handsome in the sky; relishing and enjoying a life of freedom like
most of their counterparts were doing at the time,
The famished alligator nestling on the banks of the river; looked forward to the
tantalizing scent of humans; crunching them into fine grains of mincemeat with
its knife like jaws,
The boundless fragments of cloth lying buried under the debris; looked forward to
being united as one garment of the flag; flutter in magnificent pride and glory while
portraying the spirit of their nation,
The writer involved in mundane jobs of this world in order to survive; looked
forward to gallivanting through the enchanting camouflage of the valley; keep
writing incessantly as each day took stranglehold of the night,
The receptionist sitting idle in the ghost town; looked forward to the melodious
ringing of the telephone; greeting the person on the opposite side with a crisp "hello",
The grizzly haired lizard traversing through the lining of the concrete wall; wistfully
looked forward to sleeping in the jungle; with innumerable insects hovering
seductively around its nose,
And my heart captured mercilessly in my chest; eagerly looked forward to breaking
free every second from the norms and whims of this unceremonious society; basking
in the heaven of burning romance; loving and embracing every moment the person it
adored; the entity in the first place that it throbbed violently; several times a
minute for .