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About The Poetry Book
Parekh's earliest collection of verse. Written in unparallelled fervor, this collection is a delectable blend of topics from love to death, probing into countless infinitesimal aspects of existence which make a significant impact to it. The beauty of this compendium lies in its magical brevity at places and in the most mundane things of life around us brought to the fore like a magicians wand, in brilliant poetic flair by Parekh. Contains poems on topics impossible for one to envisage that a poem could be written about such an inconspicuous little thing-but Parekh evolves bountiful rhyme from the word go and coalesces vivacious color in the little tid-bits of the chapter called life to optimum effect. A must read for all those who find color, charm and significance in even the smallest things of life and are enthused by even the most mercurial bit of stray paper loitering around. A poetic tribute to the ordinary, projecting its colorful extraordinary bit to the planet with raw panache.
This book tingles every living being's imagination to fantasize beyond the ordinary. Look at all those meaningful tid-bits around us which have a complete book written in each one of them. All those joyous and unfortunate anecdotes around us which make us blossom into the true spirit of existence; into the amazing celebration of omnipotent life.
CONTENTS
1. SCENT AND SPICE
2. SCOLDING
3. SEASIDE HUT
4. SERIAL KILLER
5. THANKING THE CREATOR
6. THE FINAL VERDICT
7. THE DAY " PART 2
8. CRAVINGS
9. WASHING TANK
10. TANGIBLE FORMS OF MUD
11. IF THE WORLD WAS UPSIDE DOWN
12. TAILS
13. TABLET OF SOAP
14. SWIMMING POOL
15. SWEAT
16. PERFECT EXAMPLES
17. SUN TEMPLE
18. STRINGS
19. STIMULATION
20. STEEL BIRD
21. SPEED BREAKER
22. SOUND
23. SORRY
24. SKIN
25. SKETCH IN NATURAL COLOR
26. SIGNALS
27. COUDROUY SHOES
28. SHAVEN SCALPS
29. 100 M SPRINT
30. TRAGEDY ON FOUR WHEELS
31. MY ADVENTURES OF THE JUNGLE
32. THE ART OF SHAVING
33. WHY DID HE
34. CLOUDBURST OF RAIN
35. SHADOW
36. DEFINITIONS
37. A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A BEGGAR
38. THE PLIGHT OF THE FOUR WINGED CANVAS
39. OBJECT OF DESIRE
40. BIZZARE ACT ON HUMANITY
41. OBSESSED TO SLEEP
42. UNCROWNED KING
43. I HAD, I DREAMT ,I MADE
44. A FULL DAY OF SUNSHINE
45. A GAME OF CHESS
46. ACNE
47. NATURAL DRINK
48. AN ACT OF BRUTALITY
49. ACTIONS
50. ADDICTION
1. SCENT AND SPICE
I consumed rice blended with fish curry,
added pinches of salt to exit from realms of bland taste.
i licked bare brick wall coated with sand plaster,
devoured spicy remains of natural plastic paint.
i trampled violently through fields of red pepper,
sprayed finely crushed powder in the vicinity of shivering tongue.
i swam at feverish pace in extreme salty solvent of the Caribbean sea,
wiped myself dry to feel allergic patches of faded red.
i pumped the air with a blend of perfume and green mustard seed,
sat for patient hours basking in a film of spicy atmosphere.
i rolled in clay mud sprinkled with pungent fertilizer,
smeared my wheatish face with semicircular cakes of flavored mud.
i sat on a cushion containing fermented yellow sour cream,
smelt of obnoxious odour all throughout the passing day.
i rubbed naked patches of my skin with hot repellant balms,
danced all day with thunder storms of ecstasy echoing through my eardrum.
i tore big chunks of orange ginger from tender branches of sapling,
drenched myself with a tumbler full of aromatic water.
i desired to breathe in an ambience of ravishing alligator perfume,
swim in colossal ponds of suspended salt for the remaining tenure of my life.
2. SCOLDING
The farmer gaped at crusts of dry brown earth,
acres of land lying fallow in merciless heat,
bountiful crop wilting under stringent light of the Sun,
crevices in land splitting wider by the zipping second,
he then scolded the plain regions of dark blue sky,
for not acquiring ominous tinges of violent grey.
the striped panther rested on moistened portions of land,
snoring chivalrously in a kingdom of celestial sleep,
visualizing a cluster of humans in thick flesh and blood,
pouch bellied kangaroo wiping its brutal teeth,
he then scolded dead rabbit meat, lying well tucked within the hollow of his stomach,
for ruining his perceptions of a royal sized meal.
drenched clothing hung on strong metal ropes,
soaked immensely in sweat and tap water,
fluttering sporadically with agitated outbursts of wind,
and the ambience consisting of dull murky light,
eventuality of thunder showers tumbling from the sky,
the wet shirts then scolded the Sun,
for not hissing fireballs of natural light,
thereby baking the humid persona of cloth with full round beams of Sunshine.
hordes of fish got infected with disease,
gasped for breath at great depths of the ocean,
lay strewn on the shore thrown by the exotic currents of waves,
the water showed traces of contamination,
black coats of oil and grease were found in gay abundance,
the aquatic family then scolded the impetuous humans,
for polluting its saline composition in the quest for displaying nuclear superiority.
he had simply no inhibitions,
lived life in high esteem and loads of respect,
inspite of not witnessing a single ray of light since birth,
executed all his tasks to immaculate perfection,
leaning heavily on his stick with stripes of white and red,
traversing miles of territory,
with an assemblage of gruesome blackness as his faithful companion,
he thought several times of scolding the creator like his counterpart mates
mentioned above,
although he refrained registering his complaint,
he possessed a rock solid opinion,
it was better to exist being obscured from light,
than not to live at all.
3. SEASIDE HUT
I lived all life in seaside hut,
with frothy spray bearing granules of salt,
dripping through octagon cavities of straw cane roof,
sheets of loose sand whistling past glass pane,
long tapered pine laden with juicy coconut,
showered in plenty with strong draughts of wind,
hairy crabs peeping from wet cocoons of sand,
royal horse carts making spiral journeys in coastal mud,
smart navy ships at obscure distances from humansight,
sleek motor boats churning through white waves,
plaintive wooden rafts with projecting fishing net,
mammoth piers of resistant timber, securing ship rope,
fiber glass stalls selling coconut flesh,
stray vendors mixing iced candy,
toddlers drilling awesome shapes in sand,
teenagers rubbing liquid sun tan lotion,
grey haired masses walking at brisk pace,
fleet of cranes sipping brackish water,
agilitic birds capsizing fish in moulded beak,
acrid sunlight heating ocean in day,
moonlit rays pacifying sea thirst at night,
huge assemblage of waters crashing against black rock,
with sea swelling in leaps and bounds,
in torrential agony of cloud rain,
and warm gulps of herbal tea,
I simply love my seaside hut.
4. SERIAL KILLER
The car shot at high speeds through deserted lanes,
trampling scraps of paper, bushy outgrowths of foliage,
zipping at speeds escalating by the minute,
leaving truck loads of plain golden dust behind.
his hands were smudged with cold blood,
sweatshirt of rich denim clung to his waist,
tinted strips of glass shielded his savage eyes,
stubby fingers poked from tightly stitched leather gloves,
bulging muscle almost tore his shirt sleeve,
streaks of sun tan blended perfect with ruddy complexion,
long strands of auburn hair looked gruesomely brutal,
thick chains of pure gold hung from short neck bone,
uncut fingernails contained crusts of human blood,
a gleaming gun barrel projected from trouser pocket,
heavy perspiration trickled down his arms and cheek,
wailing horns of the police now reached him loud and stringent,
the cops were hot on his trail since decades,
although he eluded them on more occasions than once.
this time the scenario looked dismally distraught,
he knew had few breaths now to breathe,
reminiscences of past misdeeds flooded his mind,
those days of ruling as a professional killer had now faded into oblivion,
the car swerved violently,
came to an abrupt halt striking against heavy tree lumber,
buckets of blood leaked from mutilated parts of his body,
infinite bones of his body lay crushed beneath the burning debris,
slender windpipe of breath now split in halves,
the once saluted form lay completely lifeless,
as a volley of bullets erupted from compact pistol apertures,
aimed at random to assassinate all traces of the serial killer.
5. THANKING THE CREATOR
If i lost a leg in vagaries of disdainful war,
i would limp for the remainder of my disillusioning life,
thanking the Creator for having blessed me with a twin pair of sturdy feet.
if my persona was brusquely submerged in gruesome darkness,
dazzling light of the sun seemed as smudged outlines of molten ice-cream,
i would thank the creator for bestowing upon me the hind sight of hearing.
if daintily painted coats of my nail got severely punctured,
the skin peeling off with droplets of pure blood,
i would thank god for embedding hollow sockets of my arm with iron hands
jutting out.
if infinite hair on my scalp tumbled down in lackluster unison,
rendering my head resembling a barren ocean; bereft of goldfish,
i would thank the almighty for endowing me with the power to regenerate.
if i sporadically lost the gift of eloquent speech,
incorrigibly failing in my attempts to utter the faintest of sound,
i would heartily thank god for showering me with the gift of effusive expression.
if my heartbeats temporarily deserted me at midnight,
my face contorting spasmodically gripped with the onset of deathly paralysis,
i would convey my thanks to the creator; for atleast sparing my life.
and if my beloved departed tragically for her expedition to heaven,
relinquishing me alone in a world of abhorrence and corruption,
with nostalgic memories of the times we laughed,
broke down into tears at the slightest of provocation,
i would still thank the almighty for the time he kept her,
for me to obsessively admire; on this earth.
6. THE FINAL VERDICT
I draped my silhouette in flowing robes of immaculate silk,
With golden brooches extruding out from the exquisitely stitched chicken collar,
An aromatic rose embossed solitarily in the upper pocket,
With the piquant musk cologne diffusing haphazardly from my cheek,
And a conspicuous triangle of sandalwood luminating large on tender regions of my forehead.
When I came in proximity with a leper; he passed eloquent remarks commenting,
On the impeccable complexion exhibited by my radiantly supple skin.
When I confronted a person bereft of sight; he scrupulously appreciated,
The sonorous crispness that was incorporated in my stringent voice.
When I inadvertently collided with a pedestrian; divested of the gift of sound
and speech,
He exorbitantly admired the varsity of blended color that was visible to the
naked eye.
When I traversed past a person; walking with crutches to support his mutilated leg,
He cast lingering glances towards the bulging muscle that clung to my impregnable feet.
When I encountered a ragamuffin beggar; strolling through the vacant street,
He riveted his gaze cupidly towards the prominent projections in my trouser pocket.
When I met an illiterate individual; using his ink coated thumb to sign a sheaf of documents,
He glanced at me with abhorrent prejudice; cursing my dexterous ability to write
and speak.
When I came in close association with an opulent businessman,
He gauged me suspiciously; contemplating various sources of my possible income.
When I came in cahoots with a professionally acknowledged wrestler,
He clasped my wrist in his invincible grip; thereby testing eventual aftermath's of my grip.
When I came face to face with a belligerent soldier,
He made ludicrous mockery of my attire; haughtily envisaging his own dress on
the border.
When I came abreast of a rustic villager; carrying a bludgeon in his hand,
He stared unrelentingly; praising the contemporary styling of my clothes.
And finally when I met the girl I loved; she said I was looking voluptuously enchanting,
Flooding a myriad of open spaces on my shirt with passionate kisses,
I then fell in an enigmatic trance; disdainfully shrugging the opinions of a
host of people I had previously encountered, with bountiful arenas in my mind
considering her remarks as the final verdict.
7. THE DAY " PART 2
the day she sobbed with unsubsiding hysteria,
i would try and assassinate the reason for her agony from its very existent roots.
the day she slept barefoot; bearing the tumultuous onslaught of winter winds,
i would cover her trembling body with furry skin of mountain bear.
the day she bruised her skin; with prolific streams of blood oozing out,
i would kiss it with passionate warmth; leaving it for it to heal with bonds of our omnipresent love.
the day she sequestered herself in realms of isolation,
i would make her violently laugh to exit from vigils of solitary boredom.
the day she sneezed incessantly; with heat soaring to Herculean proportions in her body,
i would prepare sizzling hot cupfuls of incense tea; for her to get some respite.
the day she complained of her temples throbbing,
i would massage her scalp with deft strokes of my palm.
the day she giggled freely with a pack of lecherous strangers,
i would scold her for betraying me; with my anger rising to unprecedented limits.
the day she seemed exhausted to raise her feet,
i would hoist her on my shoulders to make her witness the outside world.
the day she screamed at me for arriving late,
i would try and pacify her anger by tickling her vociferously.
the day she seemed hapless while knitting me a sweater,
i would try and execute fervent attempts to solve her dilemma.
the day she was struck viciously by deathly fangs of the garden snake,
i would extract the venom with my teeth; bringing her back to consciousness.
and the day she said she wanted to terminate our relationship; leaving me forever,
i would simply have no other option but to die.
8. CRAVINGS
When I lay languidly sprawled on a king poster bed; emollient with a scent of mesmerizing rose,
There was an insatiable craving in the body to sleep.
When I came in proximity with an appetizing meal of cold salad; blended with
sea petrel,
There were irresistible cravings in the starved bowels to eat.
When there hung an immaculate bandanna at right angles to my vision,
There developed an inevitable craving to expurgate my nostrils; and sneeze.
When I saw white water tumbling down the undulating mountain,
There arose unfathomable cravings in my persona to stand beneath it; and bathe.
When I came in lethal confrontation with a cluster of venomous snake,
There was an indispensable craving in my legs; to gallop at rollicking pace and flee.
When I alighted the majestically strong demeanour of a race stallion,
There was a ubiquitous craving in my mind; to traverse the race course at swashbuckling speed.
When I jumped aboard the ship; into sapphire waters of the fathomless ocean,
There were desperate cravings that proliferated in my body; to swim.
When my fellow counterparts tyrannized me; victimizing me as the subject of ludicrous laughter,
There arose sporadic cravings in my tongue to stringently retaliate.
When I was on the verge of freezing in chilly winds of arctic winter,
There arose profound cravings to burn a grandiloquent fire; and warm my numb feet.
When I was chased by a striped leopard in dense camouflage of the jungle,
There was an overwhelming craving to clamber up the tree; and hide in the myriad of branches.
When I walked bedraggled; through silver soil of the scorched desert,
There was an ingratiating craving for sipping cool water; thereby sustaining precious life.
When there were stacks of resplendent gold lying unguarded on the solitary street,
There were intractable cravings to permeate through the heap; and pilfer.
When one of my siblings left prematurely for his heavenly abode,
There were nostalgic cravings in the eyes to sob hysterically and emit water.
And when the ethereal shadow of my beloved unveiled in entirety; before my silhouette,
There was an intransigent craving in my lips to kiss her; and love.
9. WASHING TANK
Crisp cotton shirt had developed stains of spilled coffee,
parallel velvet tie was coated with grease,
white spun vests resembled coal tar dustcloth,
flower embossed handkerchief smelt like rotten fish,
massive piles of square bedsheet showed blotches of saffron oil,
a heap of bandages contained liquefied yellow pus,
wrinkle free trousers had fresh traces of sea mud,
infinite pair of woolen socks lay like decayed brown,
triangular head caps were submerged in streaks of violet sweat,
plush upholstery covers showed smudges of wet muddy feet,
the colossal mansion was in a complete mess,
with dirt converging in animosity on every visible piece of clean cloth.
i took bulky amounts of carbolic powder,
several tablets of rough textured soap,
compact biscuits of chemically charged detergent,
blended the concoction of soap and powder granule,
in a deep tank containing crystal ground water,
stirred elastic walls of the solvent with a wooden bat,
creating gargantuan amount of pungent soapy froth,
dissolved the tonnes of soiled dirt cloth,
way down in the dark slimy interiors of my ever reliable hexagonal washing tank
10. TANGIBLE FORMS OF MUD
White specks of dust were visible floating in the air,
as acrimonious beams of sunshine filtered through the dark room.
golden splinters of sawdust flew in bountiful amounts,
as the serrated periphery of carpenter file, sank deep in the body of rich slabs of mahogany wood.
granules of silver sand blew gustily in the air,
colliding with the eyeball at turbulent velocities,
as volatile bursts of wind hoisted them high in the air,
blessing them magnanimous degrees of elevation.
morbid chunks of graveyard soil stuck to my boots,
as i trespassed the solitary mass of humid land,
weaving my way through a network of coffins,
bearing crucified souls of those buried alive during war.
i lost ergonomic proportions of poise and balance,
hurtling face down towards rock iron sheets of ground concrete,
as my feet caressed disdainful cakes of cow dung plaster,
the slimy sheath of natural manure prompting me to fall like a pack of cards.
my skin glittered like pure gold,
infinite arenas of my flesh exhibited looks of freshly painted silver,
there was a mystical radiance overflowing from my eyes,
as i soaped myself vigorously with handfuls of richly scented fertile mud.
11. IF THE WORLD WAS UPSIDE DOWN
if gigantic silhouette of the peepal tree was rotated upside down,
countless fibers of moistened roots would shiver in the wind,
leafy bunches of lush green foliage would be buried deep beneath the ground,
with a host of animals living in proximity with the earth.
if the dexterously sculptured flower vase was kept upside down,
soiled extracts of plant water would leak out in ecstatic frenzy.
if conically tapered blocks of the mountain were inverted upside down,
the slender nosed tip would refrain to bear the onerous load of hillock,
and the formidable structure would collapse like a soft packs of playing cards.
if the glass facaded bungalow was revolved upside down,
heaps of furniture would tumble down with a sigh,
water oozing from infinite cavities of the shower would try and kiss the sky.
if princely cars traverse rough carpets of roads upside down,
occupants would solely relinquish ideas of inhabiting hem,
chrome topped assembly of roof would screech in high pitched tunes of discordance.
if the colossal brick structure of the clock tower was placed upside down,
there would be inevitable confusions of time,
with people having to perspire all night and sleep with a perpetual bliss all Sunlit day.
if humans trespassed upside down on the surface of obdurate ground,
they would be in intimate contacts with slithering snake and ant,
growing bald every minute with glistening scalps,
with their legs oblivious to the art of walking ,
baking like unconsumed cakes in harsh rays of the Sun.
12. TAILS
When the rustic horned cow swished its slender tail,
hordes of buzzing flies absconded at fast pace for saving their lives.
when the fur coated sheep dog wagged its angular tail,
there were waves of euphoric ecstasy that hovered around his persona.
when the radiant eyed tawny cat fluttered her bulky tail,
it was an evident signal that she could ferociously attack any moment.
when the acrobatic monkey swayed its nimble tail,
several of its progeny hung to it; making merry in sedative currents of autumn breeze.
when the rubicund complexioned chameleon caressed her tail with ground,
it was a symbol of optimism; highlighting her perennial urge to hunt.
when the serrated skin alligator flashed its menacing tail,
the beast conveyed exorbitant amounts of pleasure; while basking in the midday Sun.
when the fast track stallion batted its aspirant tail,
there was an accentuated indication of his charged emtoions;at the commencement of race.
when a battalion of red ants flickered their tails,
they danced with blissful harmony in a godown stashed full with salubrious
food grain.
when the colossal sized dinosaur moved its Herculean tail,
virgin expanses of solid earth; diffused into inarticulate crevices of gaping hole.
and when the omnipotent demeanour of Godhead lifted his tail,
he hoisted the entire universe with overwhelming spurts of ease,
on which lived the affluent, the poor, the animate and intangible; and a host of animals which had previously swished their tails.
13. TABLET OF SOAP
Washing tonnes of daily dirt,
a hexagon shaped carbolic bar,
producing gargantuan amount of froth when rubbed vigorously,
obnoxious odour when mixed with fruit juice,
waves of scented euphoria for bulk of the day,
scraping blanket of germs from skin,
whitewashing body with germicidal paint brush,
gently caressing flesh with rich lather,
culminating into elastic bubble spray,
blending superbly with tepid tap water,
fumigating scalp hair, slaining chains of dandruff,
reinvigorating natural electric balance of body,
extremely bitter in taste with a mesmerizing smell,
a thorough essential inhabiting wash rooms,
available in plain, multicolored bars, wrapped in gaudy paper,
transforming breathing idols of dirt, to immaculate Gods,
also used for washing,smudged clothes,
long silky curls of animal skin,
initiating allergic reaction while entering the eye,
is my beautiful red luxury tablet of soap
14. SWIMMING POOL
The crystal water looked marvelously blue,
shining like a glowworm in the infectious moonlight,
filled in a hexagon tank lined with pure sandstone,
with,
stainless metal slides converging down from amazing
heights,
long strips of diving board for a headlong plunge,
crisscrossed threads of netlon bifurcating it into equal halves,
large injections of disinfectant added at fixed intervals of time,
cozy changing rooms stacked with luxury towel,
mega perfume canisters for swimming in ecstasy,
inflated circular rings of rubber for wading through the deep,
an ambience of pine tree and sprawling lawn proved more than conducive,
the swimming pool was a treat to the eye in blistering heat of the summer month.
i couldn't resist any further,
waves of exhilaration dismantled sensible imagery,
as i clambered short rungs of the steep ladder,
gave a shrill scream, relishing thoroughly the icy waters,
after plummeting 50 feet down from,
the ergonomically sculptured diving board.
15. SWEAT
Slender slices of steel acquired the complexion of molten curry,
when amber flames of the fire licked their persona with savage heat.
infinite blades of lush green grass were camouflaged in dew drops,
after blissful long spells of winter night sleep.
brutally scorched skin of desert camel oozed droplets of water,
when struck by incessant heat reigning with immense fervour in all quarters.
ornate petals of the red daisy produced nectar in abundance,
after hosting a cluster of humming bees having fertile sacs of golden honey.
concrete walls embodied with red brick displayed slimy coats of moisture,
after brand new strokes of ravishing wall paint.
the ergonomically sculptured car seat felt amazingly humid,
after i inhabited it, sank on it relishing my posture, for unsurpassable lengths of time.
the surface of earth vomited Herculean amounts of sizzling lava,
imprisoned within its innermost core for decades in strangulation.
colossal masses of rich black clouds excreted gallons of water,
when hovering in close proximity with the green periphery of earth.
wild branches of the raspberry tree expurgated fat globules of bitter milk,
as i adroitly ripped their skins with my fingernails.
my body perspired like hell when thoroughly exposed to currents of warm Sunshine,
as blistering waves of heat sapped reserve quota's of energy,
sweating like an untamed pig all along the sultry ambience of pitch dark night.
16. PERFECT EXAMPLES
Moist lotus flower coated with dewdrop paint,
floating in dark green jungle waters,
faded pink in color, thorny stalk buried in slimy river bottom,
with swarms of honey bees clawing wildly for nectar,
is a perfect example of uninhibited ravishing beauty.
white water springs descending down the mountain slope,
washing tonnes of dirt in its flow,
gurgling mystically while meandering through ground stone,
bacteria free liquid when bottled at source,
is a perfect example of spotless crystalline purity.
dazzling rays emanating from golden sun ball,
imparting heat to all planets in the solar system,
feeding a plethora of green shrub throughout the day,
fumigating disease on earth with stringent pools of Sunshine,
is a perfect example of priceless and abundant light.
hot streams of liquid bubbling beneath parched core of earth,
trapped for years by bulky mass of mud and rock,
gushing velocity causing irregular cracks,
annihilating all life existing, submerging it in oceans of boiler heat,
is a perfect example of unfathomable power of dormant lava.
17. SUN TEMPLE
The atmosphere was enveloped with raspberry essence,
octagon pillars held the vast expanse of egg shaped roof,
mystical scriptures were engraved on stone,
the floor was strewn with century old clay,
the exquisite elevation was an architectural treat,
a trio of saffron flags blew on towering roof,
tubular well was 1000 feet deep in belly of earth,
the dungeons contained armoury of knife, and gleaming sword,
the idol of sun god hissed fire,
the sacrificial altar, was smeared with holy ash,
metal boards showcased clippings of war,
melodious sounds, a ramification of ,
brass tongues striking golden bodied bell,
blistering sunshine baked the structure in day,
effeminate light of the moon embraced it all night,
ivory tusks projected from stuffed elephants in crimson grey,
ornamental doors were embroidered with brass,
a grisly haired guide, held bulky manuscripts,
entertained hordes of visitors, fleet of school children,
with nostalgic memories of the golden era,
in which were built the fiery walls of the SUN TEMPLE.
18. STRINGS
As i loosened taut strings of my dotted lemon purse,
there oozed out incredible amounts of corrugated currency coins; falling with sedate thuds on spongy cushions of carpet green grass,
luring cupid individuals in mammoth numbers towards their salacious demeanour,
pacifying raging fires; in order to sustain mystical vagaries of life.
as dense foliage of trees released venom strings from the devil grey clouds,
pudgy globules of water pelted down with monstrous fury,
wiping traces of obdurate dirt from mud painted leaves,
sweeping fragile tufts of clay; effusive clusters untamed fauna,
inundating every centimeter of barren land with gallons of; pure rain water.
when i dexterously snapped entwined chords of my inflated parachute,
soaring like a princely eagle at invincible altitudes of the sky,
the contraption nose dived towards the chain of chafed rocks,
colliding with obstreperous bangs against stiletto outlines of pointed stone,
and i relinquished breath without; animated struggle with the Creator.
as i opened my mouth to bark a string of incoherent words,
woven with threads of intransigent abuse,
the babble seemed feckless and disillusioning,
prompting masses of people to vindictively spew spit behind my back.
and when she decoded tension ridden strings of my nictitating heart,
i erupted opulently into raptures of ebullient emotion,
rebuking forever the insecurity that besieged my persona,
making me oblivious to the most heinous of pain,
drowning me under furry quilt covers of celestial sleep.
19. STIMULATION
The tree leaves swayed with injected stimulation from breezy draughts of air,
shedding its foliage at sporadic intervals of time.
stagnant patches of river water formed silken ripples,
with buoyant stimulation offered by cruising boat,
was lined with white froth in abundance when the boat exceeded barriers of speed.
hungry particles of mud transformed into wet slurry,
when fed with stimulation from the pelting drops of rain,
forming soft cushions of water for the birds to take their morning baths.
feeble men started working with newly discovered exhilaration,
when poked with stimulation of mouthwatering food and spring water,
dreary bones now functioned with fresh supply of newly formed blood.
dilapidated engine of car shot ahead with bursts of speed,
when reinforced with stimulation blend of petrol and oil,
the life bestowing concoction flooding scorched testubes in its engine.
bodies heavily soaked in sleep got boisterously active,
when submerged in volatile stimulations of steaming coffee,
wee hours of the night suddenly came alive,
as black currants of coffee barged open doors of blissful sleep.
we will exit out of nefarious deeds and malpractice,
relinquish the crown of prejudice forever,
breathe air, reminiscent of the era in which we were born,
provided we get conducive stimulations that tickle unexplored avenues of our heart,
give us the omnipresent love we as a community of humans have ever perceived.
20. STEEL BIRD
Waiting majestically on grey tarmac,
100 feet of solid steel mass,
eloquent window panes visible in elevation,
consisting of resistant shatter proof fiber glass,
stubby nose coated with black caps of steel,
the entire body sleeping on a framework of elongated steel,
stuck to an assembly of high quality radial Dunlop,
aerodynamic flaps of protruding wings,
enabling necessary leverage in thin air,
ergonomically soft cabin interior,
seat belts dangling from oval plastic,
bulb arrows leading to emergency exits,
inflated life vests camouflaged in cabin roof,
television monitors displaying altitude and speed,
revolving trolleys serving continental food,
circulating dailies stored in cloth racks,
overhead lockers containing hand baggage,
with tonnes of cargo in its hollow belly,
nestling in hangars for refueling,
ready to fly a million kilometers of air journey,
towering above snow alps, violent seas,
concrete cities, dense forests,
bearing signatures of Air India, British airways, Royal Nepal.etc,
flying at unbelievable heights of half a lac feet,
the highest flying tapered bird,
made up of light aluminum foil and steel,
a carrier of unparalleled privilege,
the fastest mode of transport available,
is the air bus 320.
21. SPEED BREAKER
Thickened bulges of curved black tarmac,
painted with stripes of brilliant silver white,
right angled patches of dull yellow,
riveted firmly to loose base of mud ground,
bulging handsomely a few inches above the rock bottom base,
blended with coats of sand and dust in the summer day,
smeared partially with slimy drops of car oil,
kissed hard by bulky tyre tread trespassing,
found virtually on every open street of the city,
and mammoth empty patches of the national highway,
an obnoxious hazard prompting reduction of electric speed,
repetitive squealing of brakes in close vicinity of its periphery,
few meters of air-borne journeys after a head-on confrontation,
existing in variable sizes of ultra large, medium and baby stretch of wax mould,
getting a few hours of disturbed sleep after the clock hour strikes midnight,
i the speed breaker warn you of the following,
never drive at nerve wrecking speed,
compress lever bars of the dipper while overtaking at night,
transform all groans into smiles while on the driving wheel,
don’t gallop at fast speed when the alcohol meter overflows in your body,
give the underprivileged pedestrians on foot faint chances to cross the road,
and last of all bear this in top shelves of your mind forever,
slacken wheel speed to zero as and when you approach a speed breaker.
22. SOUND
High pitched blaring sound of rock music,
silent gurgling rhyme of partially frozen water.
agonizing screams of deceased for help,
sardonic laughter of affluent sipping grape vine.
rubbing flint stone, produces fiery sound of malevolence,
evacuated gas from earth core, diffusing into clouds of noxious smoke.
crisp noises emanate as shoe soles crush dry leaf,
excreted spit falls with soft thud,kissing the ground.
blooming flowers sway,whistle with the air,
throat chords flex ,on savage consumption of bone meal.
pungent voices echo,when lead match brushes sandpaper corrugations,
scorched earth erupts in raptures on intimate contact with drizzling water.
mega gas balloons burst with a bang, on mere caress by pin,
traffic comes to a standstill at instants of security barking stop.
teeth chatter wildly when hit by chilly draughts of breeze,
exuberant voices greet the onset of tropical monsoon.
white flamingo's sing in rustic breeze of autumn,
sedate sounds float, from dying embers of crackling firewood.
i cry with tenacity, wail in hysteria towards the sky,
pray fervently, to bestow all existing with the sound of omnipresent
happiness
23. SORRY
I inadvertently broke sparkling glass panes; while playing cricket,
blurted a pathetic sorry to the outrageous occupants,
before they could take evasive action of slapping me on my face.
i tickled my little brother with curled strokes of pigeon feather,
said an innocent sorry when he was on the verge of erupting into a volley of abuse.
i woke my mother from tranquil realms of midnight sleep,
demanding ravishing items to devour as a feast,
uttered a condoling sorry; when she was on the pinnacle of gaining complete consciousness.
i gulped nightmarish amounts of scotch whisky,
swung my body like a person strangulated by uninhibited emotion,
whispered a down to earth sorry when the cops caught me red-handed.
i brusquely collided head on with the milkman carrying pails of fresh cream,
toppling them on the ground; with rivulets of milk radiating all over,
said iterative numbers of sorry; thoroughly condemning my irate act.
i sketched egg shaped cartoons of my balding math’s teacher,
pasting the graffiti on the walls for all to relish,
blurted a timidly echoing sorry; when he raised the cane to whip my satiny flesh.
i fought like wild cats with my beloved in the day,
causing incorrigible agony to her throbbing heart,
kissed her forehead; saying a sorry which came from deep within my conscience,
to see her smiling with the same intensity with which she first wept.
24. SKIN
When i felt the scarred and abraded skin of unripened orange,
it caused silent tremors in multiple pores of my flesh.
when i touched the cold skin of pale chipped marble,
shivers of dormant jubilation made me smile.
when i caressed rough skin of unprocessed grey stone,
feelings of utter disdain crept slowly through cellars of my blood.
when i felt the satiny skin of pure silk garment,
a serene calm descended painstakingly over my persona.
when I touched the skin of crystal flowing mountain water,
nostalgic memories flooded in domains of longing heart.
when I slapped the skin of languid grass blades,
tingling sensations catapulted me to dizzy heights of ecstasy.
when I kneaded thoroughly the skin of unbaked dough,
circulation of red blood increased by leaps and bounds in all regions of body.
when I licked the skin of sickening sweet chocolate candy,
it sent spurts of energy to torn cells of anguished heart.
When I sipped nonchalantly elastically translucent skin of brown rum,
Waves of pungent alcohol drowned me in webs of disaster sedation.
when I cuddled the furry skin of the striped leopard,
I experienced overwhelming courage acting as my companion.
When I raised the lifeless skin of my beloved to the Creator,
I felt like charring it first, to have an everlasting scent of her divine grace
25. SKETCH IN NATURAL COLOR
Water seeped fast through the tall drainpipe,
muddy pools of liquid inhabited desolate patches of the street,
bed sheets of road dust were drenched in the inclement showers,
smudged portions of leaf glistened with water droplets,
a distinct aroma of freshly bathed mud rose in the air,
the birds chirped violently amidst the drifting clouds,
as the sky now disguised in devil black wept like never before.
semicircular skin with coats of light red ,
blended with crushed lead graphite powder and tinges of pink floral paint,
fell down, on the immaculate floor polished with molten wax,
diffusing into minute particles with the blowing wind,
licking the periphery of Arabic marble with coal grain,
as i sharpened my bonded pencil,
with vociferous strokes of the razor switchblade.
i then took a huge white canvas cloth,
natural oil paint derived from tree bark and virgin clay,
prepared a concoction of color paste and tap water,
sketched the grey clouds colliding with passion,
olive green bunches of wet tree leaf,
the thunder showers of torrential rain pouring down,
the backdrop of sun smiling behind the clouds,
all i used was my sharpened pencil, and a thick water brush,
dipped in natural extract of mixed color.
26. SIGNALS
When the olive green light enclosed in translucent sheath of glass beeped,
it was a subtle signal for pedestrians to unanimously surge forward,
zipping past disdainful white lines of the zebra crossing; at animated pace.
when acres of soil sprawled on earth scorched onerously in the flaming sun,
an infinite assembly of hollow crevice blended infectiously at several quarters,
it was a indispensable signal for grey clouds to shower torrential rain.
when insidious white powder dribbled in unison from the jet black sheath of
scalp hair,
inevitable sensations of itching cropped up at barren regions of musk brown skin,
it was a lucrative signal for applying chivalrous coats of medicated shampoo.
when a cluster of fish slithered haplessly on arid surface of virgin ground,
trembling with cold shivers nibbling neglected chunks of wild mushroom,
it was a desperate signal to inundate the ambience of fish with surplus water.
when the passenger plane nose-dived into satiny azure cocoons of humid air,
intricate machinery of the steel bird relinquishing to perform,
it was an emergency signal for the passengers to strap their air bags and leap down.
when the robust farm hen laid a festoon of pearly white eggs,
nestling them with intimate warmth of her feathery quill,
it was an harmonious signal from the creator for the fledglings to hatch.
when there was a brusque interruption of the human breath,
innumerable palpable cavities of heart throbbed with emphatic exhilaration,
it was a sure signal for the person to evacuate this earth.
and when she waited anxiously for me to return in wee hours of dawn,
refraining to consume even a droplet of water in my solitary absence,
praying tenaciously to the almighty for me to return,
it was an incorrigible signal that she loved me as she feared to die.
27. COUDROUY SHOES
I used them to trample incorrigible chunks of wild clay,
violently kick orphan splinters of soft pebble that came my way.
i wore them while clambering up menacing slopes of the snow clad mountain,
waded through placid waters of jungle river at leisurely pace.
i brutally dismantled inarticulate walls of the glistening sandcastle,
tread harmoniously; with nonchalant vigor on an army of desert crab.
i aimlessly loitered through solitary streets of the city; a few hours preceding dawn,
tenderly kissing pliable cakes of cow dung plaster that confronted my way.
i assassinated transparent panes of the shop window; into a fine spray of white
chowder,
stole exquisite pieces of saffron cloth; from the dark ambience of the closet.
i jogged incessantly across the sparkling meadow; with sporadic pants of breath,
made cacophonic noises ;crushing withered leaves of the oleander maple.
i stood fearlessly on a battalion of fiery red ant,
escaped unhurt; as the animate creatures tried puncturing the leather without respite.
i even adhered them to my feet; with long strands of shriveled rubber,
descending to fathomless depths of the ocean; exploring blood red coral reef's.
i traversed unrelentingly on steaming patches of barren land,
they still seemed to hold my weight; bereft of squeaks and discordant sounds.
i took them out for few hours; when sunk in the domains of blissful sleep,
my twin pair of corduroy shoes still guarded me against jinxed spirits,
exuberantly anticipating the fresh soles of my rustic feet,
as the clock ticked a second past brilliant dawn.
28. SHAVEN SCALPS
As i shaved corrugated exteriors of the deodar tree,
the palpable object of wood shivered incessantly all frosty night.
when i shaved the skin of rustic African leopard,
he was left behind with a conglomerate of bones and naked flesh,
assassinating buoyant traces of pride nestling in infinite parts of his body.
when i shaved the thorny skin of juicy pineapple,
ripping the fruit into triangular halves with my butcher knife,
appetizing slices of nutrition lay lifeless for me to consume.
when i shaved hectares of paint sticking to house walls,
savagely rubbed every iota of polish with crystal sandpaper,
the structure resembled a morbid mortuary devoid of sparks of color.
when i shaved the gaudy black skin from tinted car glass,
punctured its doors with grey lead flying haphazardly from my pistol,
the sedan appeared as if donated in charity,
fresh from the dilapidated domains of the village junkyard.
when i shaved the transparent skin of electric bulb of light,
severed the dainty filaments of voltage inside,
the contrivance resembled soft yellow pulp of rotten mango.
when i shaved ornately sculptured skin of oyster shell,
evacuated frugal amounts of saline water trapped inside,
impeccable pearls of brilliant white bounced in my awaiting palms.
when i shaved chunks of hair from the human scalp,
scrubbed it hard with a concoction of oil and perfume till it shone,
engraved it with mystical scriptures portraying the ancient era,
the bald dome looked strikingly similar to,
sparkling idols of God assembled in the tranquil golden light of the Temple.
29. 100 M SPRINT
Grey lead escapes gleaming pistol barrel,
10 bullets soar high in the sky,
piercing fluffy carpets of blue clouds,
flooding air patches with dynamite stench,
as 10 heads sport curly hair,
crisscrossed in pools of sweat,
10 shirts of athletic spun cotton,
10 sweat shorts clinging to muscled leg,
10 time pieces wound on wrists,
10 pairs of footwear studded with spikes,
10 bands of multicolored foam,
fitted tightly to throbbing forehead,
10 chains of shining metal,
jingling against heavy chest bone,
10 pairs of eyes converging dead straight,
reflecting uncurbed desires of complete triumph,
10 sets of moist palms,
clenched tightly into blood curling fists,
10 pairs of curved ankles,
knelt towards saw dust race tracks,
10 pairs of pounding hearts,
ready to leap in heated ecstasy,
the 100 m sprint is just about to commence.
30. TRAGEDY ON FOUR WHEELS
the pungent alacrity of the air strikes me,
creating quadruples of animated breath, as i pass,
luminated signboards, suspended cables,
well lit edifices, lush green shrubs,
tainted scraps of loiter,concrete skyscrapers,
flashing signals, incoherent busstops,
sacrosanct church spires, towering clocks,
gaudy exhibitions, heavy bolt prisons,
suburban railways, thick glass aquariums,
bustling airports, chagrinned cinema halls,
glittering coffee shops, nonchalant mad houses,
exquisite monuments, sporadic manufacture of milk,
disheveled beggars, unsuspecting black hoods of crime,
plethora of beaches, desolate rumbles of junk,
mammoth emergency wards, indiscreet abattoirs of sheep,
looming textile mills, stagnant pools of fetid water,
haunted carousels, brown tarts of crisp toffee,
undulating landscape,chiselled toy shops of soft plastic,
escalating perfumed fountains, low altitude tin roofs,
black wisps of hovering clouds, crimson crested pigeon flesh,
unrelenting spikes of steel wire, landlords blessed with cupidity,
infrared power stations, chunks of gaseous evading moonlight,
salubrious machinery in gymnasiums, corrugated assemblage of pine trees,
i finally switch my way homewards,
the four wheeled metallic monster probes forward,
cutting clockwise currents of dust,
the vulcanized rubber comes to an abrupt halt,
shards of glass lay all over,
metal to metal clashes hard,
creating a screeching eerie sound,
my head submerged in pools of thick grease,
sticky and red in color,
as i breathe my last breath, utter my last syllable.
31. MY ADVENTURES OF THE JUNGLE
I butchered unwanted outgrowths that came my way,
crushed thorny cactus under bare soles of my feet,
hung freely from forked elastic branch of mango tree,
bathed in icy streams flowing past a plethora of rock,
screamed at full lung capacity to resemble aboriginal apes, bit my teeth in
thick folds of green banana skin,
covered my body with dotted fragments of tree bark skin,
rode bare back on untamed African elephant,
burnt a roaring fire of brittle tree logwood,
engulfed my mouth in fleshy delights of smoked deer meat,
slept like a demon in moist interiors of my large rock cavern,
camouflaged from sight by thunderous waterfall,
cascading from dizzy heights of the mountain.
acerbic rays of the sun filtered at dawn,
through innumerable crevices of my dilapidated cave roof,
awakening me with jolts of unwarranted surprise,
as i started my expedition towards the century old buried Temple.
there were steps that led a trail into deep recesses of earth,
at the end of which lay sprawled a dungeon of riches,
with silver coins raining from the oval roof,
diamond and yellow gold was stashed abundantly,
pieces of ivory projected from the wall,
i then lost balance, high degrees of self control,
my weary legs collapsed on the floor,
to roll in a bed of glittering gold, with globules of white silver pouring down.
32. THE ART OF SHAVING
Transparent droplets of water rolled down my cheek,
crusty white liquid was produced in bountiful spray,
piercing tunes blasted from sleek sound systems,
fountains of water oozed from the shower at electric speeds,
hot geyser lights burned incessantly,
coats of wall plaster glistened in dull radiance,
tablets of green soap lay bare on the mantelpiece,
rich spun towels hung from articulately curved hooks,
tons of washing powder evacuated a cluster of bacteria,
as i stared into the crystal mirror,
suspended a few feet below the ceiling weaved with corrugations.
i filled a large tumbler with mineral water,
dissolved filaments of chili for pungent perfume,
poured frosty denim foam wildly compressing the nozzle pipe,
stirred the mixture with round sticks of silver,
caressed hard stalks of my hair,
with pea sized amounts of yellow cream,
scraped untidy mass of overgrown stubble,
with deft strokes of twin platinum blades,
splashed my face clean with handfuls of ice water,
slaughtered remnant traces of untrimmed hair,
with steady applications of blow dryer gun,
breathed a sigh of relief at last,
sprinkling my immaculately shaven flesh,
with revitalizing wisps of the cologne aftershave.
33. WHY DID HE
Why did he have to walk with a crippled leg,
when several of his age took part in marathon race.
Why did he beg with bruised bowls of cheap copper,
When bulk of the population sipped peach flavored chocolate rum.
Why did he travel long distance on rusty bicycle,
Silver sedans with undeserving youth clambered through dream lanes of the valley.
Why did he quench his thirst with contaminated tap water,
His counterpart mates drank Irish spring water all night and day.
Why did he sleep with clattering teeth with threadbare sacks wrapped round his
body,
Affluent children snuggled tightly under the comfort of their Persian quilt.
Why did he spend his day begging and pulling truck load,
youth of his age swam merrily, played long tennis with cushioned racket.
Why did he place his feet on scorched tarmac,
The prince in the palace tread on Luke warm chips of scented marble.
Why did he speak in a rustic village accent,
Teenagers of his kind babbled inarticulately in different styles of slang.
Why did he wear clothes that were stained with colored spit and mud,
A fleet of school children attired in white shirt and immaculate tie.
Why did he have no one to wipe his tears with tinges of blood,
God bestowed riches on some and a mountain of horrendous difficulty on the other
34. CLOUDBURST OF RAIN
The eagle soars high in the sapphire clouds,
a trail of holy smoke rises in the moist air,
striped leopards sprint through bushes at high speed,
protuberant pigeon neck submerges itself in coolant water,
furry Eskimo bear nestles against the deciduous tree,
agilitic monkey springs in a network of branches,
a cloudburst of water tumbles from the sky.
there was a draining of emotions,
droplets of salt water rolled down my cheek,
witnessing the grandeur as cloud waves were smeared with tea black,
i exposed my flesh to be encompassed by moisture,
tried to confiscate a pool of saturated vapour,
with fingers extended, palms cupped in gusty currents of the wind.
the ambience was enveloped with serene calm,
ground mass was ice-cream soft, with wet patches of water,
the sky was crystal clean, divested of ugly tinges of grey,
birds left for their nests in exodus,
fleshy tortoise neck receded in hard shell,
spiders were busy mending torn threads of web,
pin drop silence now replaced deafening sound of
pelting rain,
i stared in ecstasy at the starlit night,
buried deep in my mountain cave,
slept like a horse till first rays of the next dawn.
35. SHADOW
Dominating its presence right since birth,
in sunlight, moonshine, and artificial light,
pitch dark in color at all instants of time,
sewn perpendicular to pair of feet,
lurking stealthily on all kinds of surface,
unobstructed passage of black light,
trespassing nuclear stations, barbed wire,
high flung walls, towering gates of wrought iron,
mass of water ,galleries of glass cubicles,
with utmost ease of a crowned prince,
kissing unknown strangers with soft intimacy,
embracing hot patches of dirt,
with tender caress of shady moisture,
cooling dreary passengers scorched in the sun,
priceless comfort without a pinch to the purse,
emanating wildly from all living and created,
disappearing entirely at nightfall,
and abrupt closure of switchboard light,
twice the length of person possessing it,
a magnified presentation of existing object,
as i stare at the relaxed composure of my shadow.
36. DEFINITIONS
White granules of crushed salt,
distilled from rash waves of saline ocean,
mixed in adequate amount of clear water,
filled to the brim in large beer mugs,
along with with crushed pulp of lemon, tinge of ginger,
is my definition of taste.
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fine threads of variegated saffron,
adhering to shiny interiors of stainless steel,
filled with curry of white starched curd,
with fine sprinkle of pungent mustard powder,
beaten to jelly with wooden battens,
producing clouds of strong aroma,
is my definition of smell.
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brilliant red petals of fragrant rose,
germinating in tandem from thick center buds,
springing from thorny, slender green beanstalk,
deriving nutrition fertile soil,
with a sheath of transparent dew drops,
is my definition of colour.
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heaps of crisp currency notes,
stacked in invincible iron safe,
punched in a cluster by pins of soft metal,
increasing in size by the passing day,
with exquisite statues of pure gold,
is my definition of comfort.
37. A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A BEGGAR
I shriek at high pitched tones in discordance,
mumbling words unnaturally formed,
stretching minute chords of my vocal tract,
i was a sight to stare on the bustling street,
irregular hair mass pivoting from my scalp,
thick outgrowths of beard stubs sprawled across face,
a breeding place for minuscule street insects,
feeding in comfort, on unwashed dirt ,
adorned in threadbare sac, reaching my ankle,
i felt like an official prince of the poor,
being mentally traumatized since i was born,
brutally whipped at all quarters of life,
utterly bereft of a shoulder to droop upon,
looked upon in contempt by all passing me,
a large slate of wood to perch on all day,
cold stone pillows the armory for sleep,
a meager consumption of hard bread and contaminated water,
i spent all my life by the fountain side,
with droplets of misery showered in plenty,
an empty begging container my proudest possession,
dangling from my skeleton shoulders,
i have to make an early exit friends,
there seems to be a traffic jam, luxury cars seem to be the majority,
where in lies the crux of my begging activity
38. THE PLIGHT OF THE FOUR WINGED CANVAS
The painted strand of fiber is held rigid,
as its variegated counterpart clings to the air,
the cocoon of sapphire mist encroaches upon,
the sun dazzles amidst network of intermingled wrists.
the thread surges with upsurgent fervour,
the canvas races still further.
slow staccato movements of the hands,
nimble turning of the feet,
blaring noises kiss the air,
multicolored strips of plastic cut the glare,
with daintily adorned straw brimmed head gear.
the fibers collectively come abreast,
chorus in unison for equal strength,
the canvas sways wildly,
as the savage battle is put to true test.
the canvas finally snaps into multiple fragments,
floating with gleeful anticipation,
amidst the pulsating tension,
descending with effusive velocity,
with the backdrop of oleander being its lone saviour.
i mull quietly over the proceedings,
the four winged canvas falls with a thud,
gently caressing my large feet,
puts me in a trance; an everlasting sleep.
39. OBJECT OF DESIRE
Thick sheets of raw cardboard paper,
sewn from dried pulp mixture,
processed and woven in looming mill machine,
a commodity manufactured at threadbare costs,
desert brown in color, and rough in texture,
cut to various shapes of
square, rectangle, triangle, penta and cone,
with steel cutters piercing its hard flesh,
particles of golden sawdust floating in air,
transforming barbaric paper to trimmed angel,
rendering it feasible for further treatment,
the prime of which is an overlapping fold,
followed by rich wax paint,
printing designs befitting all occasions,
like marriage, love, laughter and examination,
with finely calligraphed captivating quotes,
accentuating magical conversion of raw paper, into royal greeting card,
a carrier of fluctuating emotions,
a cheaply procurable object of desire
40. BIZZARE ACT ON HUMANITY
nightmarish solitude envelops them,
as mindless monsters in flesh encroach upon,
hooded in deadly black witchcraft drapery,
clutching steel tubes with twin nozzles,
incorporating lethal bundles of gunpowder,
angularly carved pointed iron,
brittle green shells pinned at ends,
heaps of razor sharp long shears,
heavy metal gleam of savage crowbar,
brutal wailing of siren bombs,
indiscreet flashing devilish smiles,
a cloudburst of mangled voices,
sharp shots of blood curling fire,
a plethora of hard grey lead flies around,
biting acridly into cool sheaths of cabin air,
making gaping holes into splinter proof glass,
dissipating plush upholstery into threadbare
components,
toppling multiple cutlery with scalding water,
disarming monitoring switchboards of electricity,
horrendous blackness descends all over,
living entities run helter -skelter,
hushed silence pervades all commotion,
a saga of epidemic bestiality,
prompting contorted panic ridden reality,
blotches of blood, strips of cloth lay astrew,
the two winged airbus finally changes course,
as obstreperous demands strike eardrums of the air navigators,
shocked by a network of gun barrel,
ready to explode at instants of denial,
the most bizarre act on humanity,
as the hijackers formally announce their arrival
41. OBSESSED TO SLEEP
There was nothing else to ponder on,
minutes and hours went whistling by,
days sped into pitch dark night,
acrid rays of sunlight shone on hilltop roof,
bird music was the only confrontation,
with high pitched gurgling of mountain stream,
deafening sound of dry gusty wind,
mammoth bedspread of tree leaf cover,
sapphire blue puffs of drifting cloud mass,
canvas tent cloth shielding me in darkness,
perched right up at the conical precipice,
grey striped lizards gliding through rock crevice,
deciduous forests sprawled down the slope,
stretching into silver lining of distant horizon,
thick grass cover cushioning soil,
candle wax transiting to white grease,
as hot flames douse its periphery, provide orange light,
fleet of fighter jets leave trails of white smoke,
the fluffy camp bed sinks with my weight,
red cloth ceiling embarrassed by my continuous gaze,
the atmosphere enveloped with silent melody,
emanating from vocal chords deep down my throat,
advocating my penchant for omnipresent peace,
my unending tryst, for obsession with nil work.
42. UNCROWNED KING
Corrugated branches of live wood,
oozing bitter colored milk when sliced with axe,
sprouting from infinite spots of tree trunk,
slender ,thick, long ,strong,
angular sticks of dark brown,
irregular planks of breathing timber,
tapered at ends with several offshoots,
alongwith tiny buds concealed in darkness,
awaiting encounter with rustic breeze,
bearing bunches of fresh green leaves,
spiraling down towards the earth,
compressed by sheets of torrential rain water,
tumbling from black moisture laden clouds,
drenching completely foliage and tall tree,
a breeding palace for,
bushy squirrels, migratory birds,
camouflaged lizards, black ants,
sharp witted fox, night watchman owl,
red beaked parrot, grey crested pigeon,
an essential commodity for crackling firewood,
spreading its roots in deep tunnels of soil,
growing fast and wide through dispersion of seed,
a soothing sight to the human eye,
its branches whistling with the wind,
the neem tree is granted the status of the, oldest uncrowned king.
43. I HAD, I DREAMT ,I MADE
I had hands roughened with passage of time,
calcium nail coat with irregular indentation,
supple skin with pores of youthful endeavor,
fresh dark lines on palm, ruddy in complexion.
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i dreamt of luxury cars with Dunlop seat,
spacious rooms with filtering Sunlight,
appetizing food served in silver,
arrays of crystal adorning ceramic polished wall,
pure ivory cutglass made from elephant tusk,
Persian satin cloth draping my bare flesh,
ice cold water for euphoric summer swim.
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i sliced tree bark with butcher knife,
collected grey stone sprinkled with ash,
blended sticky clay with pitchers of water,
rolled spiked wire to form a fence,
crushed marble chips, sparkling granite, to flat tiles,
dug deep wells for extracting pure ground water,
clipped cable wires for transmitting current,
set the hands of gold watch at my favorite nine,
snatched all finance from blood sucking population,
built a two story house with red baked brick.
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44. A FULL DAY OF SUNSHINE
A full day of Sunshine provides truck loads of dazzling light,
evaporating traces of imprisoned water with blemishes of grey.
a full day of Sunshine revitalizes dead nerves,
imparting fortified strength to frayed network of shoulder bone.
a full day of Sunshine stringently fumigates households of moisture,
tenaciously baking slip-shod exteriors of feeble edifices.
a full day of Sunshine makes morbid waters of the river sparkle,
instigating animate fauna to creep up uninhibited on the translucent surface.
a full day of Sunshine would decimate clusters of venomous mosquito,
releasing scores of humans from the captive jaws of epidemic.
a full day of Sunshine provides fodder to sprawling acres of green grass,
reinforcing their lack-luster appearance with blossoming stalks of lotus pink.
a full day of Sunshine ensures a ravishing time at the beach,
engulfing shriveled white patches of pale skin with masculine streaks of tan.
a full day of Sunshine is a rare commodity on jagged peaks of the snow clad alps,
initiating fountains of perennial happiness to pour; from the eyes of those privileged to witness these welcome beams of warmth.
a full day of Sunshine prompts sagged clothes in blended water to dry,
transforming its wet demeanour into crispy texture of uncreased garment.
a full day of Sunshine inspires individuals with premonitions of art,
rendering them versatile enough to scrupulously achieve mounting tasks.
a full day of Sunshine leads to intense perspiration dribbling down,
highlighting the optimistic effects of confronting life.
a full day of Sunshine offers respite from nail biting cold,
a reprieve from abhorrent sins of the previous night,
filtering feckless prejudices into oblivion,
chalking out innovative plans and fresh directions in adventurous life.
45. A GAME OF CHESS
pieces of stone molded to artistic pawns,
royal knights maneuvering handsomely on the board,
sturdy rooks marching straight with dexterous ease,
hunchbacked bishops gliding through diagonal streets,
haughty queen parading on all quarters of the board,
the resolute king taking a step at a time,
minuscule pawns were killed in initial encounter,
infinite permutations kept going on,
the well spun chess cloth shone in yellow bulb light,
automatic clocks ticked with player moves,
giant screen flashed moves to millions of people,
the indoor auditorium brimmed to capacity,
crowd mass took bated breaths, stayed glued to their seats,
the battle on board grew tense,
as the day was divested of passing hours,
his tapered fingers eventually slammed a piece down,
chorused smiles reflected on thousands seated,
as well as the ones witnessing it on silver screen,
the winner proudly shook hands with the ruling
president,
flung the trophy high towards kingdom of the Creator,
grimaced his teeth in exuberance,
to announce his victory in the world of chess,
crowning him as the reigning world chess champion
46. ACNE
Round bumps of red rash developed on my face,
As a handful of mosquitoes stung placid regions of my flesh in unison.
Small protrusions of skin were visible on my face,
An aftermath of fanatic consumption of dairy milk chocolate.
Blotted patches of dirty green crept on my handsome feet,
After dipping it in stagnant water for unsurpassable lengths of time.
Soft crusts of yellow grew in abundance beneath my luscious lips,
As I didn’t scrub my face for weeks on the trot.
Illicit corrugations of grey engulfed large portions of my back,
The moment I rolled vociferously in remnant ashes of a dead soul.
Fresh wounds of thin blood were disdainful to spot on my hands,
As I kneaded them against cutters of steel to gain respite from inflamed irritation.
Prominent sty buds cropped on intricate exteriors of my eye,
After violent outbursts of epidemic fever.
Tiny hillocks of skin took birth on my scalp,
As I drenched them in fuming acid instead of tepid water.
Colossal amounts of prickly heat erupted on my chest,
As I waded through blistering currents of the brutal summer.
Minuscule goose-bumps rose with tender tenacity from my body,
As I lay down on cubes of ice, bereft of a cloth camouflaging my flesh.
Throbbing walls of my sensitive heart,
Got reinforced with a cluster of blunt tiny thorns,
Ripping apart capillaries of blood, bellows of gallant oxygen,
When the person I was ready to die for,
The one who meant to me more than what bountiful life could offer,
Left me midway in my quest for conquering unfathomable goals in life.
47. NATURAL DRINK
when drops of fuming acid fell down on the ground,
infinite blades of green grass wailed in cacophonic unison,
the soil was subjected to unrelenting agony; engulfed with waves of acerbity.
when globules of crimson paint cascaded on the ground,
a plethora of leaf was submerged with obnoxious color,
strangulating life rendering pores of tangible breath.
when pellets of aromatic effluent tumbled on the ground,
there arose an utter pandemonium; nimble ants and toads ran helter-skelter,
the rustic ambience of soil; now transited to inevitable distortion.
When fetid gutter water leaked out on the ground,
Streams of blotted liquid now imprisoned land,
And there proliferated a battalion of venomous mosquito with toxic sting.
When an extract of raw sugarcane juice was poured on the ground,
The coagulated balls of clay relished it on primordial encounter,
But soon vomited out the surplus with sighs of increasing impatience.
When a pressured spray of pesticide was sprayed uniformly on the ground,
Animate creepers repelled it with all their might,
The mud shrieked disdainfully; unable to bear the tyranny of being mutilated.
And when finally crystal water plummeted from silver grey clouds,
Famished granules of soil; heaved gargantuan sighs of relief,
Hungrily suckled the natural drink they were deprived of for marathon
hours on the trot
48. AN ACT OF BRUTALITY
The road was a desolate patch of tarmac burning,
blotches of dust stuck to side embankments,
disdainful heat waves knifed all those moving,
the sun shone from all quarters of sky carpets,
crows croaked loud for mud vessels of water,
gigantic lizards adapted chocolate brown color of tree stalk,
house interiors baked in increasing intensity of Sun blaze,
multiple mouth cavities craved for transparent liquid,
ground mud sheets burst into cracks, in boiling heat,
the kilometer strip, was inhabited by striped furry dogs,
chasing vehicles as they whistled by,
distant roars of laughter became evident,
as gang of youngsters danced in aisles of the silver Mercedes.
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blaring music echoed through the air,
powerful stench of alcohol floated in the breeze,
radial tyres left trails of scorching sand,
driver compressed gas pedal to full angularity,
innocent dogs chased car at whirlwind speed,
barked their heart out at unruly youth reclined in car seat,
ran abreast of bullet proof doors, for marathon time,
the men then decided they had enough confrontation,
wailing yelps besieged the serene calm,
as car assembly surged forward,
indiscreetly trampling few pounds of helpless dog meat.
49. ACTIONS
I chopped the mighty cheddar tree into slices of trimmed lumber,
then accomplished the action of aligning dry wood for fire.
i evacuated slippery fish from the lake with coherent dexterity,
then plunged myself into the action of roasting them for night supper.
i traveled at nerve breaking speeds in the lead tipped capsule of spaceship,
engaged myself voraciously in the task of snapping photographs of the moon.
i brutally tore through the skin of the succulent watermelon,
urged myself into the action of devouring blood red chunks of the fruit.
i waded past undulating waters of the sea; landing up marooned on an island,
intensely involved myself in the action of plucking wild banana to survive.
i subtly filled hollow interiors of my pen with fountain ink,
passionately prompting my fingers to perform the action of ornate calligraphy.
i inadvertently slipped from precarious height of the stairs,
wasted no time getting into the action of consuming a pellet of pain killer.
i mounted euphorically on a thoroughbred stallion,
then ardently executed the action of galloping past the mountains.
i chewed a cluster of sapphire green betel leaf,
performed the rustic action of spitting cup fulls of saliva on the street.
i memorized mystical tunes all throughout the cloud covers of murky day,
prolifically drowned myself in the action of composing romantic songs.
i slogged in the blistering heat of the fierce midday Sun,
then succumbing myself to the involuntary action of blissful sleep.
50. ADDICTION
a dog has overwhelming addiction for raw sticks of
bone,
gnaws them with immense fervour,
crushing them to finely powdered calcium with brutal strokes of canine teeth.
the human tongue has an addiction for the slimy texture of water,
swallows mammoth pints of ice water with the ticking clock,
relishing the moist freshness, quenching the thirst for insatiable desire.
a slab of iron has an addiction for acquiring coats of rust,
the monsoon approaches, mighty droplets of rain drench its surface,
transforming its shining body into rusty curled peels projecting out.
the farmer has an addiction for rich cow milk,
deftly kneading the ripened teats,
thereby extracting a fountain of white cream into the empty pail placed below.
the spider has an addiction for spinning webs,
revolves incessantly with sticky juice emanating from its legs,
developing a network of intermingled threads glistening in the golden Sunlight.
some souls have a mounting addiction for tobacco leaf,
chewing it, blowing it into clouds of grey smoke,
rendering their hearts deficient of life bestowing achromatic oxygen.
fishes have addiction for saline ocean water,
move at amazing speeds with their bodies slithering,
gasp for breath, dying within few seconds of isolation from the sea.
all car engines have severe addiction for lubricant oil,
sputter at regular intervals, whine like monsters,
emitting sparks of friction when divested of blood in their veins.
i had a pragmatic addiction to survive,
had to consume many morsels of food and water to achieve the same,
needed crisp currency notes as my sole artillery,
which appeared cumbersome to earn from impoverished hearts residing beside me.
The End .
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