Poetry

1. 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 followed every movement of the sordid cockroach on
the sparkling white floor,

2. 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.