1. THE SPEED OF LIFE
I wanted the speed of life to be like swashbuckling blades of the ceiling fan,
When I was bustling with euphoric fervor; in the prime of youth.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the withered leaves of autumn,
When I was imprisoned in desolation; with traces of the world far away from my
silhouette.
I wanted the speed of life to be like slowly dribbling honey,
When I felt secret avenues of energy fading; and my feet felt drearily exhausted.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the mesmerizing and eloquent cuckoo,
When I brusquely got up from sleep; at the outbreak of evanescent dawn.
I wanted the speed of life to be like slithering reptiles traversing through bushy
outgrowths of the jungle,
When I was intensely engrossed in artistry and captivating romance.
I wanted the speed of life to be like hostile blood leaking in fury; from fresh wounds,
When I felt my persona submerged in pools of belligerence; my fists clenched and
clusters of my teeth grimaced like a formidable fortress.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the transparently reflecting mirror,
When I felt circumspect to confront loads of tumultuous sorrow.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the garrulous tongue,
When I felt like incessantly chattering; disrupting the synchrony of stillness with my
voice.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the turbulently flowing Ganges,
When I contemplated on dipping my demeanor into Luke warm water; and having a
bath.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the plummeting showers of torrential rain,
When I set out to conquer the world barefoot; basking in the spirit of adventure.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the majestically gliding eagle in the sky,
When I envisaged about the harmony of thought; the blissful symmetry of existence.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the shrill ringing of the telephone,
When I nostalgically reminisced the conversations I had with my beloved on
telephone.
2. I wanted the speed of life to be like the painstakingly trespassing desert camel,
When I was on the threshold of succumbing life; and I had relinquished the tenacity
of youth.
I wanted the speed of life to be like the brilliantly burning bulb,
When I was on the course of reaching stupendous echelons of invincible stardom.
And I wanted all speeds of life to be transferred to my fellow beings in acute distress,
The moment I left for my heavenly abode; to rest perennially in celestial arms of the
Creator.
