1. 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 thefloor; 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 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,
2. 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.
