Life = Death volume 3 Poems on Life ,

Death

By
Nikhil Parekh

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publication of my above mentioned Book , in the Print
form . Published here ; is this Poetry Collection of
mine in its entirety , alongwith the differently titled
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ever been written before or experimented on the
mortal planet by any mortal , though my Poetry /
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Parekh , ( born 27 August , 1977 ) , poet and author
from Ahmedabad , India . I am also a 10 - Time
National Record holder for my Poetry with the Limca
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is Indias Best Book of Records , Ranked 2nd in the
World officially to Guinness Book of World Records .
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Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty ,
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Author Biography
Nikhil Parekh , ( born August 27 , 1977 ) , from Ahmedabad ,
India - is a Love Poet and 10 time National Record holder for his
Poetry with the Limca Book of Records India limcabookofrecords.in , which is India's Best Book of Records ,
also Ranked 2nd in the World officially to Guinness Book of
World Records . He is an author of - ' LONGEST BOOK written
by a mortal - COLLECTED POETRY ' , which has a Print Length
of 5254 pages on the Amazon Kindle .

The Poet's style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never

ever been written before or experimented on the mortal planet
by any mortal . Though his Poetry / literature is normal and
natural .
10 National Records held by Parekh with the Limca Book of
Records India are for
( 1 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published / featured in
McGill English Dictionary of Rhyme which is the World's
Number 1 English Rhyming Dictionary - for his poem , Come
Lets Embrace our New Religion
( 2 ) Being the First Indian Poet to have won Poet of the Year
Award at the Canadian Federation of Poets which is Canada's
National Poetry Body endorsed by Governor General of Canada
( 3 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be published in a
Commonwealth Newsletter for his poem on AIDS which is - Aids
doesn't kill . Your Attitude kills .
( 4 ) Being the First Indian Poet to win an EPPIE award for best
Poetry EBook
( 5 ) Writing the most number of letters to and receiving the
most number of replies from World Leaders and World
Organizations .
( 6 ) Being the First Indian Poet to be Goodwill Ambassador to
the International Goodwill Treaty for World Peace GoodwillTreaty.org .
( 7 ) Being the First Indian Poet whose Poems have been made
into Films at Youtube.com - The World's largest video sharing
website .
( 8 ) Being the 1st Indian Poet to be featured for his Poetry Book
- Love versus Terrorism- Poems on Anti Terror, Peace , at
Wattpad.com - The World's most popular ebook community and
largest website for reading books on mobile phones .

( 9 ) Being the first Indian Poet whose video reciting a Poem on

Nelson Mandela , has been placed at the official website of the
Government of South Africa .
(10) "Having authored LONGEST BOOK written by a mortal COLLECTED POETRY - which is of Print Length 5254 pages and
currently has approximately 1.15 million words , financially
selling in the Amazon.com Kindle Store United States at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B003Y8XLKQ".
The Indian Poet has written thousands of poems on - GOD,
Peace , Love , Anti Terrorism , Friendship , Life , Death ,
Environment, Wildlife , Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood ,
Humanity , Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty ,
Lovers , Brotherhood . His Books and Poems have had millions of
viewers and downloads on the Internet .
Parekh is an author of 47 varied Books which include - 1 God
( volume 1 to volume 4 ) , The Womb ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) ,
Love Versus Terrorism ( Part 1 to Part 2 ) , You die; I die - Love
Poems ( Part 1 to Part 16 ) , Life = Death ( volume 1 to volume
10 ), The Power of Black ( volume 1 to volume 2 ) , If you cut a
tree; you cut your own mother , Hide and Seek ( part 1 to part
8 ) , Longest Poem written by Nikhil Parekh - Only as Life . These
Books comprise of nearly a 7000 pages of his Poetry .
The Poets Poetry has had the patronization of several World
Leaders including the Queen of England . Visit Nikhil Parekh at
nikhilparekh.org .

About The Poetry Book

This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually
volume 3 of the Book titled Life = Death Poems on Life ,
Death ( 1200 pages ) . This enigmatic collection of poems
explores and equates the boundless possibilities of life and death
and delves into each intricate inexplicability of survival. Parekh's
roving philosophical eye brings the unconquerable richness of
life to the fore and yet at the same time explicitly highlights the
veracity of 'death' as the absolute certainty of every existence.
The poet joyously celebrates the occasions of both life and death
with equal panache in each poetic stanza sewn with the uncanny
mysteries of this Universe. The poems within immortalize both
life and death as the ultimate victories and the two most
contrastingly amazing and divine sides of creation. Catapulting
the reader to the threshold of ultimate ecstasy; they bring about
an impromptu twist with the closure of breath and what lies
beyond. This charismatically woven collection of poetic verse
would equally enamor the narcissist as well as the simple
humanitarian to the core.
This book is a humble attempt to enlighten the readers with the
equality of life and death-and to live in both of them to the most
unparalleled fullest. Embracing only the religion of humanity, as
the Lord has commanded every living being on earth. You cant
die in life and cant live in death-each of these components are
irrefutably equal in every respect and should be worshipped with
due obeisance.

CONTENTS
1. THE CHAPTER OF LOVE. THE CHAPTER OF LIFE.
2. FOUND MY OWN CORPSE
3. STARVED
4. A BUCKET OF BREATH
5. THERE WAS NO LOVE BORN GREATER.
6. TIME PASS.
7. IF I WERE AN IMMORTAL HEARTBEAT
8. LEAVE ME ALONE.
9. WHY SHOULD I ? PART 2
10. IT WAS ONLY WHEN PART 2
11. A POET, AND HIS IMMORTAL POETRY.
12. A POEM A DAY; KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY.
13. UNSTOPPABLE.
14. NO CONTROL.
15. IMMORTALLY LIVING ART.
16. VERITABLE DEATH MINE
17. MY FOREVER SINGLE DROPLET OF SWEAT.
18. CRACK
19. A WRITER IS NEVER UNEMPLOYED
20. DIFFERENT DESTINIES
21. KEEP ME SATISFIED
22. TELL ME WHY ?

23. STAGES OF A DAY

24. RESIDUE
25. IF EVER I HAD THE PRIVILEGE
26. NOTHING IN THIS WORLD
27. MONDAY TO SUNDAY
28. HUMAN HEART
29. WITH AN EXISTENCE SUCH AS THIS
30. WHY HAS TRUTH DISAPPEARED O! LORD
31. THE GIRL WHOM I CALLED MY BELOVED
32. LIFE MEANS MORE
33. TRY AND SEE INSTEAD
34. NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF BEGINNING
35. DRINKING MY OWN ANGER
36. EVERY WRITERS BOSS
37. SADLY PUNCTURED
38. A COMPLETE 100 FLOORS
39. THE WORLD OUTSIDE AFTER BATH
40. IN ORDER TO SAVAGELY DIE
41. MY GARISHLY STRIPED HELMET
42. FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT
43. BALANCE
44. BEAUTIFUL DWELLING
45. EVERY DAY
46. HALF A VICTORY
47. SQUINT EYED
48. SWEET ALARM CLOCK
49. THE COLOR OF MY CHEEKS
50. BIG THUMB

1. THE CHAPTER OF LOVE. THE CHAPTER OF LIFE.

The same legs which I once considered supremely bohemian and
useless; an incorrigible weight dragging on my body all the time,
Now proved to be my best cars transporting me at
swashbuckling speeds to my destination; when the ferocious lion
was chasing me; and I was stranded disdainfully in the
wilderness of the night.
The same fingers which I once considered be an insipid burden
to my hands; bothering me all throughout the tenure of the
acerbic day with squalid pools of sweat
that dribbled painstakingly down their periphery,
Now proved like angels having descended freshly from the
heavens; as they indefatigably answered the bulky sheets of
examination paper; saving me the tyranny of doing murderous
college all over again.
The same muscles which I once considered as ostentatious
pieces of meat bulging bombastically from beneath my shirt;
interfering pertinently when I tried to slip through slim space,

Now proved to be equivalent to the entire army of Herculean

strength; protecting me invincibly when I was attacked by the
fleet of diabolical demons.
The same stomach which I once considered to be bizarrely
obese; extruding out pretentiously beyond the realms of
synchronized control; being smirked by every girl who
trespassed me in vicinity,
Now proved to be greater than the most qualified of doctor; as it
was the sole tool which was able to make the orphan smile;
when all other medicines in the world had utterly failed.
The same eyelashes which I once considered to be a gravely
cumbersome bother; intractably transgressing across my
immaculate vision countless times in a single day,
Now proved to be the greatest ointment existing in the Universe;
as they massaged my eye with remarkable rejuvenation in the
midst of the tumultuous sandstorm.
The same saliva which I once considered as horrendously cheap;
incessantly circulating in my mouth; rendering it sometimes with
a disgusting odor unbearable
to inhale,
Now proved to be the greatest appetizer generating
insurmountable pangs of hunger in my stomach; assisted me
overwhelmingly to masticate my morsels of food; gulp them
down delectably with untamed relish.
The same lines on my palms which I once considered to be
despicably condemning; for rendering me disastrously
penurious; without even a penny in my pocket while other's
dwellings overflowed with pompous diamonds and glittering
gold,
Now proved to be the greatest destiny; as I escaped without the
most minuscule of scratch on my body; even as boundless others
of my kind uncouthly perished in the swirl of the ear-shattering
earthquake.
The same voice which I once considered to be profoundly
detestable; wanted to abscond fathomless miles away as I heard
the disgruntling cadence in its sound; felt like dying a tortured

death every moment when I cognized the hoarseness it was

impregnated with,
Now proved to be the greatest life saver; as my screams brought
in the rescue workers; saved me from drowning to the bottom of
the mercilessly deep ocean.
The same nails which I once considered ugly and
contemptuously dirty; protruding unnecessarily from my
rubicund skin; making me the object of cynical ridicule in the
heart of the plush conference room,
Now proved to be the greatest weapons in fomenting me to fight
with the menacing burglars; preventing them from stealing the
possessions that I had sparingly managed to accumulate in all
my life.
And the same heart which I once considered to be throbbing
without sagacious control; palpitating incoherently in my chest
without respite; acting as a perilous impediment; irately
disturbing my blissful nights sleep,
Now proved to be the greatest life; beating violently after
witnessing the love of its dreams; besieged by a cloud of
unfathomable passion and romance; eventually
discovering a new purpose to live; discovering a whole new
purpose to continue the chapter of love; the chapter of life.

2. FOUND MY OWN CORPSE

Above the soil the cars appeared to be like royal emperors;
traversing majestically on the silken coat of long road,
While beneath the soil the same cars seemed to be squalidly
coated with mud; painstakingly labored to trudge merrily
forward.
Above the soil the matchsticks appeared to be burning in
passionate fire; profoundly illuminating the darkness of the
wretched night,
While beneath the soil the same matchsticks seemed to be
gasping for breath; relinquishing their boisterous flames in
wholesome entirety.
Above the soil the conglomerate of clouds appeared to be a
silken carpet; inundating barren kilometers of mud on earth with
robust sheets of sparkling water,
While beneath the soil the same clouds seemed to be dingy little
bellows of obnoxious gas; brutally entrapped and blended with
dark chunks of purple earth.
Above the soil the crops in the farm appeared to be salubrious
and ingratiatingly fresh; swaying delectably with every draught
of amicable wind,
While beneath the soil the same crops seemed to be completely
corroded; squelched to barbaric roots hanging flimsily under the
ground.
Above the soil the bucket of milk appeared frosty and supremely
scintillating; inevitably enticing cats from the midst of their
celestial sleep to gather around
in unison and sip,
While beneath the soil the same milk seemed horrendously dirty;
perseveringly inching its way downwards towards the deep belly.
Above the soil the eggs hatched into scores of immaculate
fledglings; harmoniously puncturing the atmosphere with their
lovely rambunctious sounds and noises,

While beneath the soil the same eggs got overwhelmingly

burdened with bulky mud; strangulated miserably to even
spread their legs.
Above the soil the cluster of hideous snakes enjoyed
unparalleled privilege in hunting for their succulent prey; easily
sighting it in austerely brilliant rays of Sunlight,
While beneath the soil the same snakes slithered in gloomy
mysticism; having only to content with dead worms and a
festoon of inconspicuous bodied ant.
Above the soil the pages of the book seemed a treat to read and
intricately decipher; with the battalion of words prudently
embossed inside capturing the true essence of life under silvery
rays of moonlight,
While beneath the soil the same book became simply inaudible
to read; and the termites attacked it pathetically from all sides of
its hard bound periphery.
Above the soil the fleet of butterflies danced and frolicked
euphorically generating ebullient draughts of fresh air; hardly
sat for a minute besieged by the ardor of their activity,
While beneath the soil the same butterflies lost their petite
wings; had monstrous difficulty to even open their eyes.
And above the soil I lived in blissful tandem with the Universe;
wandering and exploring; conquering and relishing; romancing
and procreating,
While beneath the soil the same me; found my place to rest for
centuries unprecedented; as a matter of fact; found my own
corpse.

3. STARVED
Every writer is starved for a publisher; the indispensable
channel to propagate his work ubiquitously into the entire world,
Every granule of desert sand is starved for cloudbursts of rain;
those glistening globules of water to impart it with new life,
Every eye is starved for beauty; those ravishing forms of
mysticism which grant unsurpassable pleasure and a glint to its
exhausted persona,
Every valley is starved for an echo; that voluptuously resonating
sound that clashes delectably against the gloominess of the still
atmosphere,
Every scorpion is starved for a sting; those robust globs of
innocuous flesh; which grace it the astronomical privilege of
piercing its ominous tentacles,

Every sports car is starved for a driver; who can grip its steering
wheel with insurmountable machismo; speed it at whirlwind
speeds; with its nozzle handsomely
permeating through majestic carpets of air,
Every dog is starved for a bone; the tantalizing slices of red meat
to appease its gluttony till unprecedented limits,
Every mosquito is starved for immaculate entities; on whose
impeccable flesh it could sit all day; and satanically suck blood
all throughout the savage night,
Every lip is starved for a kiss; that volatile inferno of
unimaginable passion it stirred at the tiniest of caress,
Every armpit is starved for sweat; that fountain of shimmering
juice which made it feel all the more stupendously exotic,
Every ear is starved for the voice of the nightingale; that
ingratiating fantasy which it inevitably fomented; as it slowly
drifted before blending with the senses,
Every knuckle is starved for a punch; that astounding feeling of
bravado which irrefutably descended; as it pounded through
loose balls of open space,
Every soul is starved for childhood; those profusely mischievous
moments which divinely tickled it to rise higher above the
angels,
Every barren pond is starved for the royal lotus; the
magnanimously alluring odor that profoundly illuminated each
second of its unfurling life,
Every telephone is starved for a melodious ring; that inexorably
tinkling sound that made all around it rise with unanimous
solidarity,
Every butterfly was starved for sunlight; those fiery beams of the
Sun God which filtered optimistic rays of hope in its miserably
cloistered existence; engendered
it to dance and fly,

Every mind was starved for ravishing fantasy; fathomlessly

fabulous dreams which incessantly kept it in a state of perpetual
bliss,
Every heart was starved for its beloved; the incomprehensible
ardor she generated to unrelentingly accelerate its each beat,
And every life was starved for love; that immortal affinity it
solely desired since the time it took its first breath; the very
reason it was still breathing and alive.

4. A BUCKET OF BREATH
A bucket of stones; to built and resurrect my gruesomely broken
dwelling,

A bucket of sparkling water; to clean my unwashed body;

annihilate the last iota of dirt incorrigibly adhering to remote
corner of my skin,
A bucket of food; to wholesomely appease the overwhelming
pangs of hunger in my famished stomach; my volcanic desire to
chew,
A bucket of flocculent cotton fluff; to impart me with
compassionate warmth in the heart of frozen winter,
A bucket of intractable glue; to coalesce the shattered fragments
of distorted glass in which I sighted my heavenly reflection,
A bucket of scintillating pearls; to sustain the vagaries of day to
day and uncouthly monotonous life,
A bucket of feather tipped pens; to emboss and evolve infinite
lines of spell binding literature,
A bucket of ominously black clouds; showering thunderbolts of
tantalizing rain on the trajectory of this scorched planet,
A bucket of antiseptic detergent; to decimate those
inconspicuous germs lingering round my immaculate persona,
A bucket of sizzling tea; to profusely reinvigorate and stimulate
my every languidly dreary morning,
A bucket of appetizing brown chocolate; to stringently awaken
the dormant dormitories of my brain,
A bucket of fortified sticks; granting me that impregnable
prowess of defending myself against the most heinously hostile
of enemy,
A bucket of dead and stupendously lifeless bones; to make me
realize the value of harmoniously precious life,
A bucket of incomprehensibly enigmatic enigmas; to prolifically
rekindle my dying imagination,

A bucket of flabby caps; to wholesomely sequester me from

acerbic rays of the flaming Sun,
A bucket of looming watches; to accurately depict to me every
unleashing minute of the day,
A bucket of crisp bonded paper; to facilitate me to compile a
grandiloquent book harnessed with my very own blood,
A bucket of freshly extracted poignant ocean salt; to deluge my
lackadaisical life with loads of seductive vibrancy,
A bucket of uncontrollable love; to flood my impoverished visage
with the
ecstatic fire to leap;
the turbulent urge to exist amongst a pack of savage wolves on
this planet,
And a bucket of breath to inundate my jacket of fragile brown
lungs with freshly reinvigorating air; granting me the
unprecedented tenacity to survive; granting me an indomitable
urge to live my complete quota of destined years.

5. THERE WAS NO LOVE BORN GREATER.

There was no richness born ever greater; than uninhibitedly
dispensing richness itself; to all those despicably besieged with
whirlwinds of penurious gloom and
maudlin malice,
There was no miracle born ever greater; than Omnisciently
disseminating miracles themselves; to all those disastrously
orphaned and tyrannically lambasted with whiplashes of
indiscriminately ominous despair,
There was no philanthopism born ever greater; than
benevolently diffusing grandiloquent philanthropism itself; to
even the most fathomless quarters of this
enchantingly colossal Universe; uniting with one and all
synergistically; in the true spirit of eternal mankind,
There was no compassion born ever greater; than unrelentingly
spreading gregarious compassion itself; to all those brutally
bereft of the quintessential spirit to live; those heartlessly
dithering towards a gruesomely torturous extinction,
There was no happiness born ever greater; than ubiquitously
sprinkling the flavor of happiness itself; to each dwelling
horrendously submerged with despondently murderous doom;
profoundly enlightening the bizarre darkness with optimistic
rays of desire,
There was no mysticism born ever greater; than ravishingly
wafting the majestic aroma of mysticism itself; to all those
obsoletely infirm entities; ludicrously entangled in the miserable
web of manipulatively monotonous and sinister prejudice,
There was no enthusiasm born ever greater; than showering the
melody of exuberant enthusiasm itself; to all those drearily

divested; and lackadaisically stumbling like a pack of soggy

matchsticks; even before alighting a single stride,
There was no patriotism born ever greater; than unitedly
bequeathing the magnificent splendor of righteous patriotism
itself; to all those dastardly countrymen; who sadistically sold
their motherland just to augment the stuffing of gold in the
foundation; of their spuriously bombastic abodes,
There was no charisma born ever greater; than resplendently
distributing voluptuously enamoring charisma itself; to every lip
horrifically enveloped with; pathetically dwindling sadness,
There was no strength born ever greater; than fearlessly
impregnating formidable strength itself; embedding unflinching
fortitude in all those torturously maim and devastatingly
crippled; becoming the vibrant tornado of ebullience in each of
their bones,
There was no titillation born ever greater; than the triggering
the seductive thunderbolt of divine titillation itself; incinerating
cloudbursts of unrelenting yearning in all those organisms;
encapsulated with murderously ghastly remorse,
There was no prayer born ever greater; than unequivocally
preaching the prayer for togetherness itself; Omnipotently
coalescing all caste; creed; color and religion; in the fabric of
humanity; and alike,
There was no flamboyance born ever greater; than relentlessly
disposing the stupendously passionate wave of flamboyance
itself; to all those shattered hutments of depravation; all those
nonchalant entities dying every instant in deserts of diffidence;
all the time,
There was no charity born ever greater; than altruistically
radiating the most regale rays of charity itself; to all those
underprivileged orphaned and haplessly destitute; replenishing
their tottered lives with the ointment of; unequivocal sharing,
There was no innocence born ever greater; than splendidly
bestowing the Omnipresent virtue of innocence itself; to all

those derogatorily heinous devils; ruthlessly bent upon

beheading all princely goodness; from living kind,
There was no rhapsody born ever greater; than intractably
endowing the unconquerable paradise of rhapsody itself; to all
those unfortunately wandering
without their loved ones; lighting the flame of jubilation in their
lives; once again,
There was no innovation born ever greater; than magnificently
dispersing the spirit of innovation itself; to all those being
unsparingly lambasted; by whirlpools of disdainful monotony and
salacious greed,
There was no life born ever greater; than bountifully gifting the
chapter of vivaciously unassailable life itself; to all those
immaculate creations of Almighty Lord; painfully creeping in
agonizing trauma; towards their gory corpse,
And there was no love born ever greater; than unendingly
transmitting the immortal essence of love itself; to all those
despairingly broken hearts; rekindling their bountiful treasury of
beats once again; with the unsurpassably sweet fragrance of
kingly existence.

6. TIME PASS.
I meticulously counted the number of waves; rising and falling in
the majestically undulating sea, I sang occasionally with the
birds; humming a myriad of spell binding tunes,
I tore a sheet of lanky dilapidated paper; into measly bits of
orphaned fragments,
I nonchalantly kicked each stone that confronted me in my way;
hurling it high and handsome towards mystical puffs of sky,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be
augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly;
and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.

I shooed the birds sitting tranquilly on the jaded rocks; chasing

them till the point I wholesomely collapsed in a bedraggled heap
on cold ground,
I made boundless sandcastles in insurmountably slippery sand;
dismantling them as they gathered the slightest of solid
proportion,
I held my ear abysmally close to the hollow walls; awaiting for
the tiniest of sound that simply wasnt there,
I indefatigably kept chanting a silly tune; giving it the pompously
pretentious status of being the astronomical best,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be
augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly;
and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.
I voraciously rubbed my glasses till the time they shone
vivaciously bright; although they were already sparkling more
than the mid-day Sun,
I tied my handkerchief into unfathomable number of folds; spent
countless moments thereafter in entangling the disdainful mess
of my insane creation,
I washed my body vigorously all throughout the night;
evacuating the last bit of superficial dirt that just wasnt to be
seen,
I flipped through pages of the bulky history book; browsing
through an unending labyrinth of dates; with beads of
exasperating sweat trickling feverishly down my nape,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be
augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly;
and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.
I yawned like a maniacally fanatic; although the bones
incarcerated in my body rared to surge forward with spurts of
exuberant enthusiasm,
I chewed slices of tangy gum for times immemorial; evolving a
cocoon of bubbles only to obnoxiously burst them,
I incoherently scribbled gargantuan tons of literature on barren
paper; expending Herculean loads of my lazy frustration on my
tiny little fountain pen,

I relentlessly kept tapping my nimble feet; scowling in

inexplicable disdain at whomsoever who encountered me in my
way.
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be
augmenting each minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly;
and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.

7. IF I WERE AN IMMORTAL HEARTBEAT

If I were a formidable mountain; towering way above the clouds
with my wonderfully enigmatic peaks,
The first thing that I would have done; was to stand like an
invincible wall; for all my comrades shivering in despicably
inexplicable pain.
If I were a turbulently cascading waterfall; culminating into a
blanket of mesmerizing froth after clashing against the festoon
of piquantly shimmering rocks,
The first thing that I would have done; was to pacify the
insatiable agony of the uncouthly blistering deserts; enveloping
pathetically aggrieved entities in my rejuvenating swirl.
If I were ravishingly charismatic pearl; diffusing into a
cloudburst of Omnipotent shine; even in the most acrimoniously
ghastly night,
The first thing that I would have done; was to profoundly
illuminate the lives of all orphans submerged in a dungeon of
despair; enlighten their innocently dreary eyes with my
perennial glow.
If I were lethally terrorizing bullet; pulverizing everything to
inconspicuous ash; the instant somebody released the trigger,
The first thing that I would have done; was to decimate even the
most diminutive trace of evil from the trajectory of this earth;
ensuring that it breathed an air of holistic freedom; an air
without disgustingly corrupt malice.
If I were a seductively alluring shadow; magnetically extending
my caress to the most fantastically panoramic places; far and
wide,
The first thing that I would have done; was to encompass all
those tyrannically intimidated and enslaved; in the ingratiatingly
welcome shelter; that lay embedded
in my heavenly arms.

If I were a robustly eternal fruit; blooming into a fountain of

sparkling health; as every minute tantalizingly unfurled,
The first thing that I would have done; was to appease the
bizarrely disastrous hunger; of all those innocuously
philanthropic; tottering towards the brink
of horrifically ruthless extinction.
If I were the richest man on this Universe; with my treasury
perpetually overflowing with more wealth; than what the entire
planet could ever perceive,
The first thing that I would have done; was to scrap even the
most infinitesimal speck of poverty from impoverished soil;
ensuring that the strong and weak; existed in threads of
irrefutable equality; alike.
If I were a hive enshrouded with sacredly oozing honey;
melodiously spawning into a cloud of astoundingly benevolent
newness; as resplendently milky moonlight fell celestially from
the skies,
The first thing that I would have done; was to deluge every
prejudiced life with stupendously uniting harmony; substituting
each cold-blooded wound; with a
gloriously enchanting fortress of mystical romance.
And if I were an immortal heartbeat; existing since countless
births in waves
of insatiably impregnable passion,
The first thing that I would have done; was to grant every
devastatingly bereaved heart the ultimate wish of its survival;
witnessing it blossom into unconquerable happiness; as I
granted it the blissfully lost love of its life.

8. LEAVE ME ALONE.
Leave me alone; to battle my loneliness till the time I emerged
irrevocably triumphant; sprinted forward in untamed
exhilaration to bask in the full fervor of
life,
Leave me alone; to experience each unfurling moment as it
painstakingly unveiled; retrospect my cherished moments of the
past; when I innocuously bounced on the
sacrosanct lap of my mother,
Leave me alone; to uninhibitedly free each of my despairingly
frazzled senses; incessantly fantasize in the aisles of augmenting
desire; yearning for all the
bountifully ravishing beauty on this planet,
Leave me alone; to do what I was stupendously best in; pave a
blazing path of my own; far away from the interruptions of the
monotonously lackadaisical society,

Leave me alone; to explore the more intricate nuances of life;

frolick with orphaned children through the mushy meadows;
bringing back a smile to their impoverished lives,
Leave me alone; to express the most inner most voices of my
conscience; indefatigably meditate to search for that
righteousness that had so miserably eluded me all my life,
Leave me alone; to wholeheartedly embrace my fellow comrades
in inexplicable agony; philander with whomsoever I desired;
irrespective of caste; creed and
indiscriminate racial malice,
Leave me alone; to fanatically pursue the art profusely embodied
in my blood; intransigently drowning myself into an ocean of
unfathomable enthrallment,
Leave me alone; to wander like a prince under the milky beams
of moonlight; languidly doze dreaming about paradise in
profoundly sweltering sunshine that
illuminated the day,
Leave me alone; to passionately follow the holistic ideals of
humanity; wholesomely freeing myself from the tyrannically
dictatorial norms of the spurious world outside,
Leave me alone; to elope to the astronomical summits of longing
whenever I liked; then crawl back lamely on mundane soil for
hours immemorial,
Leave me alone; to construct my dwelling in the most exact way
I liked; stuffing each of its walls with the spirit of unprecedented
brotherhood and harmony; alike,
Leave me alone; to vivaciously evolve every unearthing second;
create incredulously magnificent wonders; from the esoterically
enigmatic imagery that turbulently revolved in my mind,
Leave me alone; to dance with the voluptuously divine angel of
my dreams; eternalize my every blossoming tomorrow with the
poignantly charismatic empathy; in my mates eyes,

Leave me alone; to melodiously sing the rhymes of vibrantly

flowering nature; be profoundly mesmerized by the chirping of
the nightingale; the roaring of the royal lion; alike,
Leave me alone; to perpetually inscribe in my soul the names
that I profusely cherished; ubiquitously disseminate the message
of immortal peace and solidarity; to every parasite sucking
innocent blood outside,
Leave me alone; to pen down countless lines of philanthropic
literature in a single day; incorrigibly blend with the tunes that
flowed from each of my senses; for infinite more births yet to
come,
Leave me alone; to forever bond with the love of my life;
breaking free from the satanically hostile chains of
contemporary tradition and bombastic imprisonment,
Leave me alone; to romance; to dream; to share; to imbibe; more
importantly to live life the way I wanted it to unfold; the way God
had made me and beautifully endowed me to be.

9. WHY SHOULD I ? PART 2

Why should the desert metamorphose itself into an ocean; just

because the acrimoniously slithering cactus; wanted it to ?
Why should the clouds metamorphose themselves into glittering
gold; just because the lecherously manipulative wandering
aimlessly; wanted them to ?
Why should the patriotic battlefield metamorphose itself into a
shivering cocoon; just because the diminutively cowardly scared
of leading life; wanted it to ?
Why should the pungently intrepid thorn metamorphose itself
into overwhelmingly glistening silk; just because the dastardly
demons desirous for luxury; wanted it to ?
Why should poignant blood fulminating ecstatically through the
veins metamorphose itself into frozen ice; just because the
worthlessly vindictive ghost; wanted it to ?
Why should the dog metamorphose its unruly bark into a
melodiously sacrosanct song; just because some fanatics of
spuriously sanctimonious religion; wanted it to ?
Why should the inconspicuously irascible ant metamorphose
itself into a succulent deer; just because the tumultuously
roaring lion; wanted it to ?
Why should the overwhelmingly slushy swamp metamorphose
itself into a road of formidably gripping concrete; just because
those disastrously unable to find their foot; wanted it to ?
Why should the preposterously gigantic shark metamorphose
itself into an immaculately shimmering pearl; just because the
baselessly petrified passengers on the shores; wanted it to ?
Why should the boisterously bustling baby metamorphose itself
into a symmetrically trimmed angel; just because the
ostentatiously threadbare party; wanted it to ?
Why should the lethally venomous snake metamorphose itself
into hives replenishing with golden honey; just because the
pretentiously philosophizing; wanted it to ?

Why should the infinitesimally fluttering mosquito

metamorphose itself into a paradise of unending fantasy; just
because the treacherously snoring terrorist; wanted it to ?
Why should the divinely smiling girl metamorphose itself into a
puristic boy; just because the traditionally uncouth parents;
wanted it to ?
Why should the avalanches; earthquakes; tornadoes;
metamorphose themselves into sparkling diamonds; just because
ruthlessly penalizing mankind; wanted them to ?
Why should the despicably ailing old man metamorphose himself
into a ghastly corpse; just because the manipulatively parasitic
sons; wanted him to ?
Why should the invincibly secure lock metamorphose itself into
an articulate key; just because the hideous battalion of burglars;
wanted it to ?
Why should the celestially placid stones metamorphose
themselves into appetizing morsels of tangible food; just because
horrendously lazy urchins; wanted them to ?
Why should each beam of darkness metamorphose itself into the
flamboyantly dazzling Sun; just because the satanically barbaric
yearning for an eternal day; wanted them to ?
Why should immortal love metamorphose itself into invidiously
sinister betrayal; just because the rigidly extraneous world;
wanted it to ?
Why should sacred life metamorphose itself into pathetically
gruesome death; just because some power hungry leaders;
wanted it to ?
And why should I; writing; breathing; fantasizing; poetry from
the inner most realms of my heart; metamorphose myself into
deplorably stinking office; just because the uncouthly
unforgiving society around; wanted me to ?

10. IT WAS ONLY WHEN PART 2

It was only when I disastrously stumbled to taste threadbare
mud; that I truly realized the mesmerizing value of standing
straight upon my own feet,
It was only when I was gruesomely blinded with pugnacious chili
powder in my eyes; that I truly realized the scintillating value of
vibrantly bountiful and scintillating sight,
It was only when I was surreptitiously administered abominable
gutter water; that I truly realized the celestially ravishing value
of the majestically sparkling streams,
It was only when I was brutally incarcerated in the traumatically
devastating dungeons; that I truly realized the optimistically
brilliant value of the Omnisciently dazzling Sun,
It was only when I was ruthlessly stuffed into the horrifically air
tight coffins; that I truly realized the melodiously vivacious value
of regally enlightening and seductively spell binding sound,

It was only when the walls of disparagingly disgusting boredom

asphyxiated me from all sides; that I truly realized the
irrefutably incredulous value of honestly Omnipotent sweat,
It was only when maelstroms of swelteringly scorching dust
slapped me left; right and acrid center; that I truly realized the
miraculously rejuvenating value of resplendently heavenly rain,
It was only when jailhouses of murderous monotony pulverized
me like inconspicuously criminal mincemeat; that I truly
realized the gloriously Omnipresent value of ubiquitously
sensuous and timelessly proliferating fantasy,
It was only when lethally venomous snakes savagely
strangulated me like a frigid mosquito; that I truly realized the
ingratiatingly ebullient value of ubiquitously godly innocence,
It was only when an unfathomable whirlpool of inexplicable tears
rolled in insatiable agony down my cheeks; that I truly realized
the gorgeously exuberant value of everlasting smiles,
It was only when a graveyard of solitariness tightened its grip
upon my soul every unfurling minute; that I truly realized the
boisterously enthralling value
of rambunctiously vivid liveliness,
It was only when each of my finger was barbarically nailed to the
ground; that I truly realized the stupendously embellished value
of sketching exquisitely panoramic landscape upon barren
canvas,
It was only when the diabolical demons chopped my tongue into
an infinite pieces; that I truly realized the marvelously emphatic
value of poignantly effusive sound,
It was only when I had to inevitably transgress past the bed of
acrimoniously ominous thorns; that I truly realized the
enchantingly satiny value of royally aristocratic silk,
It was only when I was savagely lambasted by unsparing
whiplashes of blatantly insidious lies; that I truly realized the
eternally unassailable value of patriotically blazing truth,

It was only when there was nothing in vicinity but invidiously

sordid stones and mud to chew; that I truly realized the
salubriously jubilant and sacrosanct value of life-yielding food,
It was only when a satanically ghastly accident ghoulishly
snatched my beloved; that I truly realized the triumphantly
ardent value of pricelessly inimitable togetherness,
It was only when my nostrils menacingly decided to gruesomely
squelch even the most infinitesimal iota of breath; that I truly
realized the bountifully Omnipotent value of unshakably
iridescent life,
And it was only when every beat of my heart uncouthly leapt out
to be the devils uxorious breakfast; that I truly realized the
immortally unconquerable value of
eternal love.

11. A POET, AND HIS IMMORTAL POETRY.

The clouds in the voluptuously fathomless sky were a poets
eternal dream; enveloping boundless bits of barren space with
tinges of profusely unending crimson,
While torrential tumblers of enchanting rain cascading down till
times beyond bountiful eternity; were his immortally poignant
and exuberant poetry.

The seductively titillating roses in the garden were a poets

everlasting dream; perpetuating colossal bits of lackadaisical
atmosphere with vividly blossoming color,
While the stupendously Omnipotent fragrance that they
emanated; the romantic swirl in which they swished; was his
immortally unassailable and wonderful poetry.
The ravishingly undulating waves of the gigantically handsome
ocean were a poets cherished dream; perennially smiling under
golden rays of the majestically
Omniscient Sun,
While the resplendently tantalizing froth into which they diffused
after clashing against the regale rocks; was his immortally
profound and Godly poetry.
The rambunctiously uninhibited hives swarming with chattering
bees were a poets fantastic dream; deluging even the most
infinitesimal cranny of the Universe with the poignant elixir of
life,
While the beautifully ebullient cisterns of titillating honey that
relentlessly oozed from them; was his immortally melodious and
exquisitely embellished poetry.
The panoramically animated meadows of green grass were a
poets prized dream; harmoniously rustling with the unbelievably
exultating breeze,
While the gregarious festoon of dew drops that they exuded at
ethereally mystical dawn; was his immortally fabulous and
Omnipotent poetry.
The optimistically divine fireball of Sun was a poets priceless
dream; casting a spell of astoundingly miraculous hope; even in
the most drearily beleaguered and diminishing abode,
While the enamoring fountain of blazing rays that it
compassionately emanated; was his immortally triumphant and
patriotic poetry.
The unshakable shadows of the impeccable conscience were a
poets euphoric dream; metamorphosing even the most devilishly
inebriated organism into an apostle of
mesmerizing peace,

While the path of irrefutably sparkling righteousness that it

philanthropically wafted; was his immortally ingratiating and
kingly poetry.
The ecstatically flapping feathers of the spell bindingly amiable
nightingale were a poets charismatic dream; flooding even the
most insipidly lugubrious of spaces around with astronomically
rejuvenating energy,
While the unfathomably glorious river of tunes that unveiled
from her shimmering beak; was his immortally ever-pervading
and holistic poetry.
The piquantly rubicund nostrils of the freshly adorned bride
were a poets insatiable dream; inevitably engendering every
other thing in the atmosphere to remorsefully wither down,
While the unconquerable inferno of magnificently bedazzling
breath that unleashed from them; was his immortally invincible
and fascinating poetry.
And the passionately throbbing heart in innocently volatile chest
was a poets unrelenting dream; irrevocably transcending above
every other richness on the trajectory of this limitless earth,
While the superbly rhythmic sky of beats that it fulminated into
every unfurling instant; was his immortally ubiquitous and
priceless poetry.

12. A POEM A DAY; KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY.

For the ravishingly undulating and fathomless oceans; a
majestically gliding shark a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the swelteringly impoverished and blistering deserts; a
gloriously rejuvenating rainshower a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
For the mystically ingratiating and voluptuous forests; a royal
royally overpowering roar of the lion a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
For the boundlessly Omnipotent and limitless skies; a regally
soaring cloud a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the gorgeously shimmering and immaculate seashores; a
magnificently resplendent oyster a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,
For the freshly rain drenched and boisterously bubbling stray
ponds; a discordantly croaking frog a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
For the despicably wailing and disastrously beleaguered beggar;
a handsomely robust meal a day; keeps the doctor forever away,

For the eternally enchanting and enchantingly sweet hive; a

rambunctiously frolicking bee a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,
For the ingratiatingly chirping and profusely vivacious sparrow;
a marvelously sparkling berry a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,
For the frigidly trembling and brutally frozen avalanches; a ray
of unassailably celestial sunshine a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,
For the patriotically blazing and fearlessly unflinching
battlefields; a ray of irrefutably
unconquerable triumph a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the sagaciously philanthropic and devoutly meditating saint;
an entrenchment of spell binding peace a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
For the manipulatively shrewd and ruthlessly dexterous business
tycoon; a succulently appetizing client a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
For the exuberantly sleazy and seductively raving model; a
euphorically tantalizing catwalk a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,
For the morbidly forlorn and ghoulishly derogatory graveyard;
an obsolete ghost a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
For the impeccably glistening and rustically sprawled pebbles; a
splendidly cascading waterfall a day; keeps the doctor forever
away,
For the romantically sensuous and poignantly flirtatious
philanderer; a charismatically nubile maiden a day; keeps the
doctor forever away,
For the aridly scorched and preposterously singed blades of
grass; a bountifully scintillating dewdrop a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,

For the horrendously dithering and despicably sagging nostrils;

a puff of ecstatically vibrant breath a day; keeps the doctor
forever away,
For the treacherously betrayed and ominously lambasted heart;
a beat of immortal love a day; keeps the doctor forever away,
And for my nimbly penurious and diminutively groping persona;
an unfathomably enlightening poem a day; keeps the doctor
forever away.

13. UNSTOPPABLE.
Unstoppable was the crimson blood circulating ecstatically
through the veins; indefatigably pumping the most stupendously
vivacious elements of existence
in the every organisms body; symbiotically alike,

Unstoppable was the rain euphorically pelting down from

fathomless sky; relentlessly inundating impoverished territories
of destitute land; with globules of spell binding enchantment,
Unstoppable were the rays of the ferociously blazing
Sun; fearlessly disseminating its Omnipotent shine; to even the
most obfuscated cranny of this gigantically enthralling Universe,
Unstoppable was the intransigently unending tick-tocking of
time; gloriously throbbing with palpable life; meticulously
synchronizing the entire planet; and for infinite more births yet
to unveil,
Unstoppable was the swirl of the majestically undulating ocean;
fulminating into a fountain of unfathomably priceless froth; even
in the heart of the perilously blackened night,
Unstoppable was the flame of unassailable desire; uncontrollably
proliferating till realms beyond infinite infinity; tantalizing every
breathing entity in its magically compassionate incantation,
Unstoppable was the attraction between two opposite sexes;
inevitably drawing all humanity close; irrespective of the
barriers of caste; creed and worthless color,
Unstoppable was the thunderously volatile prowl of the famished
lion; as he royally paraded through the undercurrents of the
inscrutable forests; with fires of unparalleled superiority blazing
in his eyes,
Unstoppable was the dream of benevolent goodness;
miraculously healing even the most traumatically bereaved; with
the Omniscient ointment of eternally righteous mankind,
Unstoppable was silken flight of the regally charismatic bird; as
it handsomely soared through the clouds of fantastic titillation
and vibrancy; magnificently kissing the mists of perennial
yearning on its odyssey down towards mother earth,
Unstoppable was the song of the impregnably princely
nightingale; perpetuating even the most sordidly dreary of
spaces on this colossal Universe; with triumphantly exuberant
melody,

Unstoppable was the leap of irrefutably sparkling truth; as it

reigned supreme as the most invincible idol alive; harmoniously
transpiring the endless planet to take birth profoundly; for
centuries unprecedented,
Unstoppable was the marvelously ubiquitous innocence of the
newly born infant; irrefutably transcending over all richness of
this unfathomable planet; bountifully embracing the spirit of
uninhibitedly immaculate freedom,
Unstoppable was the wind of ebulliently unconquerable passion;
metamorphosing even the most impossibly intractable of
circumstances; into a celestially scintillating paradise,
Unstoppable was the cry of timeless liberation; the unbelievably
resurgent force with which countless galloped forward to bond
in threads of amiable friendship; far away from the dungeons of
retributory malice,
Unstoppable was the jubilantly blazing patriotism of the soldier;
who lived immortally in the hearts of the nation; even after
relinquishing his very last breath for his sacrosanct motherland,
Unstoppable was path of fabulously victorious conscience; which
unsparingly annihilated even the most capricious trace of
salaciously heinous evil and lies; with the swords of truth divine,
Unstoppable was sensuously ravenous breath in the body;
expunging out with a tumultuous fervor; that made even the
most treacherous of devils to blend with
the chords of synergistic existence,
Unstoppable was the magically Omnipotent rhythm of the
passionate heart; with each of its wonderfully burgeoning beats;
eternally coalescing with all love and resplendent congeniality;
on this unending planet,
And unstoppable was my ardor to write poetry; flood every bit of
barren space on this incomprehensibly vivid planet with the
fragrance of love and humanity; spawning into an entrenchment
of perpetual bliss; even after I abdicated my last droplet of
blood; even after I forever shed my last breath.

14. NO CONTROL.
I could wink exactly when I wanted to; shutting one of my lid
with astoundingly articulate dexterity; and in wholesome
entirety to the lugubriously manipulative
planet outside,
I could yawn exactly when I wanted to; thunderously stretching
the contours of my lips to the most unprecedented limits;
blissfully resonating into an unfathomably rampant valley of
sounds soon thereafter,
I could walk exactly when I wanted to; uninhibitedly alighting
my nimble foot from obdurate ground; paving an intrepidly
sensuous path of my own; as the world disdainfully entangled in
bizarrely disparaging business outside,
I could dance exactly when I wanted to; bountifully
synchronizing the movements of my impoverished visage; to
majestically blend with the tunes of the seductively tantalizing
and milky night,
I could cry exactly when I wanted to; profusely squeezing the
sockets of my beleaguered eyes; discordantly inundating even
the most infinitesimal particle of the atmosphere; with an
unsurpassable ocean of cacophonic wails,
I could whisper exactly when I wanted to; amiably rustling
through the partially obfuscated periphery of my wandering lips;
enshrouding every bit of belligerent retribution with ravishing
enchantment,

I could write exactly when I wanted to; blissfully embellishing

fathomless bits of barren paper; with poetry that poignantly
diffused from the inner most soul and the Gods,
I could fantasize exactly when I wanted to; unequivocally
unveiling the chords of diminutive brain to the stupendously
ingratiating melody of this timeless earth; exotically delving into
inscrutably titillating territories beyond the obsoletely unknown,
I could smile exactly when I wanted to; exuberantly puffing my
enthrallingly rubicund cheeks; wholeheartedly letting the
scintillating whites of my teeth harmoniously coalesce with all
benign goodness outside,
I could philander exactly when I wanted to; flirtatiously elope
behind the hills with the companion of my choice; handsomely
allowing the golden rays of the Omnipotent Sun; to envelop me
in impregnable entirety,
I could roll exactly when I wanted to; rampantly cascading down
the gigantic mountains; regally caressing the veils of intrepidly
exhilarating adventure; as I rhapsodically made my way down,
I could bathe exactly when I wanted to; rejuvenate the
disastrously gruesome conglomerate of my nerves under the
sparkling waterfalls; even after the heart of
unbelievably dark midnight,
I could fight exactly when I wanted to; mustering all mighty
muscle in a just a single swirl; endeavoring my ultimate best to
save my kin; philanthropically save my treacherously devastated
motherland,
I could chatter exactly when I wanted to; clatter the piquant
buds of my teeth umpteenth number of times in a single minute;
shivering in uncontrollably nervous
waves of dithering skepticism,
I could eat exactly when I wanted to; celestially assimilating all
salubrious fruits of this earth in my penurious palette;
astonishingly replenishing each ingredient of my blood with
nutrition divine,

I could sleep exactly when I wanted to; wholesomely obscuring

my eyes with knots of perennially heavenly silk; irrefutably
sequestering myself way beneath in the boundless dungeons;
without even the most inconspicuous trace of sound or vibrant
light,
I could evolve exactly when I wanted to; fascinatingly gathering
all eclectically resplendent assets of the Almighty Lord; to
stunningly metamorphose the complexion of this delinquently
frazzled Universe,
I could breathe exactly when I wanted to; ebulliently permeating
the dolorously remorseful atmosphere with fireballs of vivacious
glory; igniting an inferno of
untamed celebration even in the center of the despicably
deadened night,
O! yes; I could do this; and I could do that; and by the Grace of
God I was a majestic master of my own destiny; symbiotically
bonding with the eternally transcending
and divine,
But I had absolutely not the slightest control on my heart; as its
passionately triumphant beats ecstatically wandered without my
commands; bonding with all immortal love on this colossal
planet; bonding with the spell binding spirit to lead
an infinite more lifetimes.

15. IMMORTALLY LIVING ART.

To procreate countless more of your kind was inherently natural;
but to instill in them the irrefutably invincible principles of
mankind; was a majestically
impeccable art,
To replenish your stomach with all tantalizingly piquant food on
this Universe was inevitably natural; but to scrupulously digest
them and yet sparkle into an ocean of celestially rubicund
health; was a perseveringly magical art,

To transit into a heavenly slumber and fantasize uninhibitedly

about all ingratiating exoticism on this planet was blissfully
natural; but to manifest all those spell binding dreams into an
eternal reality; was an unassailably enduring art,
To listen to the fulminating voices of your intrepid soul was
poignantly natural; but to invincibly march forward in united
patriotism to annihilate the last iota of evil from your sacrosanct
motherland; was an indefatigably resplendent art,
To euphorically bathe at the commencement of brilliant
Sunshine was iridescently natural; but to utilize every bit of your
marvelously sparkling freshness to enlighten all despicably
bereaved humanity; was an ebulliently gutsy art,
To dance till eternity in times of ecstatic jubilation was
exuberantly natural; but to ubiquitously disseminate the same
unending happiness in every dwelling besieged with horrifically
remorseful despair; was a handsomely philanthropic art,
To wholeheartedly immerse yourself in your very own religion
was holistically natural; but to unequivocally preach the religion
of humanity till the last breath of your existing life; was a
grandiloquently benign art,
To encapsulate your entire persona with ravishing petals of rose
and insatiably overwhelming scent was scintillatingly natural;
but to waft the Omnipotent
scent of coalesced mankind; on every murderously manipulative
cranny of this earth; was a timelessly mesmerizing art,
To profoundly enjoy the divinely melody in the atmosphere was
quintessentially natural; but to tirelessly propagate every
element of your ebullience to all those miserably crippled and
penurious destitute; was a glitteringly humanitarian art,
To sight umpteenth galleries of wonderfully serene objects
around you was instinctively natural; but to altruistically become
the walking stick of all those
horrendously penalized and gruesomely blind; was a
miraculously Omniscient art,

To sagaciously invest all your fathomless treasuries of wealth in

the best possible gains was prudently natural; but to chivalrously
dissipate even a minuscule fraction of your opulence to the
service of the devastatingly deprived; was a perpetually
sacred art,
To joyously gallop through fields of flirtatiously sensuous
freedom was flamboyantly natural; but to hoist all those bereft of
hands and feet to destinations transcending the land of paradise;
was a benevolently bequeathing art,
To cling to the lap of your mother whenever you felt gorily
shattered was incomprehensibly natural; but to perennially
ensure that the entire planet irrevocably
clung to the strings of enchanting humanity; was a gloriously
princely art,
To harmoniously augment the granaries of crimson blood in your
countenance was poignantly natural; but to selflessly shed the
same for your countrymen incarcerated with treacherous
despair; was a glitteringly Omnipresent art,
To decorate your pristinely barren skin with royal pearls and
ornaments was splendidly natural; but to stupendously embellish
the fabric of all despicably dithering mankind with untamed
cloudbursts of love; was a ubiquitously charismatic art,
To act candidly and in synergy with the voice of your
intransigently righteous conscience was intrinsically natural; but
to wholesomely decimate the salacious web
of lies from every corner of this earth with the voice of
unconquerably impeccable truth; was a royally regale art,
To tranquilly inhale air all round the clock and with the most
prolific of intensity was indispensably natural; but to
aristocratically placate the brutally traumatized agony of all
those miserably divested with each of your breath; was a
passionately Almighty art,
To relentlessly love and bountifully adore the girl of your every
dream was tumultuously natural; but dedicating every single

beat of your heart to all those orphaned and acrimoniously

betrayed; was an unfathomably heavenly art,
And to rhapsodically live this birth and intransigently perceive to
survive for an infinite more births yet to come was incredulously
natural; but sacrificing each instant of your life to astoundingly
spawn a countless new tomorrows of optimistic hope and
vibrant courage; was an immortally living art.

16. VERITABLE DEATH MINE

My mind was like the fulminating volcano; which kept on
passionately erupting; even after the entire earth had blissfully
slept,
My mind was like an uninhibitedly philandering panther; which
thunderously roared each unfurling second of the day,
My mind was like a turbulently swirling ocean; which culminated
each instant into a flurry of violent waves,
My mind was like the poignant whirlpool of sand; which evolved
at cyclonic speeds; sweeping across the fathomless deserts
inevitably every afternoon,
My mind was like the blazing inferno; which kept augmenting to
astronomical heights with each nimble stroke of the brazen
wind,
My mind was like the hideously savage vulture; whose hunger
arose the very next moment; after it had just devoured its
previous bit of robust carrion,
My mind was like the indefatigably running spider; which didnt
rest for even a minuscule minute; entrenched and wavering
amidst the silvery strands of its web,

My mind was like streaks of white lightening which profusely

enveloped the sky; creating insanely havoc on the whatever
space they fell,
My mind was like infinite clouds sprawled vindictively in the
cosmos; creeping up every day to try and camouflage vivacious
rays of brilliant light,
My mind was like the unstoppably perennial stream; which leapt
and swelled; irrespective of the acrimonious battalion of
barricades that confronted it in its celestial way,
My mind was like the plane which inexorably kept flying all its
life; without stooping down a fraction; or caressing the tarmac
with its spongy sheath of wheels,
My mind was like the mystical echo which reverberated
countless number of times; after ephemerally clashing against
the formidably boundless valley,
My mind was like the lethally bouncing striped shark; which
unrelentingly surged forward with hostile euphoria even in the
middle of the perilously gloomy night,
My mind was like the centuries old grandfather clock; which
continued to tirelessly tick; irrespective of the most deadliest of
holocaust or rain,
My mind was like the deafening thud of the dinosaurs foot;
which kept going on and on for times immemorial; even after the
monster had become remotely obsolete and wholesomely extinct,
My mind was like the globules golden sweat; which kept
incorrigibly trickling down the arms; even after applying the
most profound balm of stupendously redolent scent,
My mind was like the unfathomably deep well; which indeed did
have an opening; but there simply seemed no end,
My mind was like the tangible population; which perpetually
kept increasing as each second unveiled into a full fledged
minute

In the end it is my humble plea to you; O! Almighty Creator; not

to give people a mind like mine; for although I had developed an
intrinsic bondage with its vagaries over a period of time; for
others it could very well prove to a veritable death mine.

17. MY FOREVER SINGLE DROPLET OF SWEAT.

Not just an inconspicuous droplet; but an unlimited measure of
my unabashedly vivacious sensuality; which was the very source
of every ounce of ardor wondrously running through each of my
veins,
Not just an infinitesimal droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
inimitably unparalleled virility; the inferno of untamed desire
that sprouted bounteously from every pore of my skin,

Not just an invisible droplet; but an unlimited measure of my

profound amiability; my infinite longing to blissfully mlange and
embrace every symbiotic form of God's living kind,
Not just a mercurial droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
pricelessly invincible truth; the gloriously impeccable reflection
of my soul; which was as pristine as the melting of the first snow,
Not just an insipid droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
extremely poignant sensitivity; as the color of my skin and soul
dramatically changed; to even the most obfuscated of whisper
and tune,
Not just a disappearing droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
ardently unexplored energy; which proliferated like an undying
volcano of compassion; at every single stage of the vibrantly
unfurling day,
Not just an impoverished droplet; but an unlimited measure of
my fearless honesty; the righteous fulmination of every element
of goodness that lingered left; right and center; in my body and
in my soul,
Not just a fugitive droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
peerless conviction; the unrelenting desire to reach the absolute
zenith of goodness; overtopping every ingredient of devil that
dared came my way,
Not just a orphaned droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
fragrant perseverance; the untiring hours of my life under the
fiercest of Sun; that had been spent in order to corroborate my
identity,
Not just a senseless droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
unbridled poetic imagery; those infinite moments of angst that
had so royally brought out the purest imagination from the
innermost realms of my soul,
Not just a maimed droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
never-dying spirit towards the chapter of existence; as each
instant rolled forward to give birth to a triumphantly godly dawn
of newness,

Not just a nonsensical droplet; but an unlimited measure of my

true potential to conquer every obstacle in my life; the
unflinching tenacity in my bones to trample over a corpse of lies;
in my eternal quest for truth,
Not just a wastrel droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
unshakable effervescence; the intrinsic urge to gallop forward in
inscrutable life; even under the most atrocious whiplash of
jinxed destiny,
Not just a fetid droplet; but an unlimited measure of my ability
to righteously and symbiotically survive; even when brutally
enshrouded by the most hideously devouring pack of wolves,
Not just an amorphous droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
tireless imagination; which undyingly kept the mystical
turbulence alive; in even the most dormant pores of my skin,
Not just an evanescent droplet; but an unlimited measure of my
intricate personality; the boundless vacillations of moods that
even the tiniest of my nerves; inevitably underwent,
Not just an imperturbable droplet; but an unlimited measure of
my inborn artistry; the uncanniness galore in every organ of my
body; to evolve a paradise of beauty; out of barbarously lame
nothingness,
Not just a miserly droplet; but an unlimited measure of my rivers
of everlasting love; which delectably oozed out every unveiling
instant of the day and night; at the sight of my immortal beloved,
Was my wonderfully enamoring; and forever
single; droplet of sweat.

18. CRACK
In order to crack the enigmatic puzzle; I used the most
stupendously intricate
arenas of my brain,
In order to crack the obdurate nut; I used the astronomical
tenacity of my teeth,
In order to crack the astoundingly gloomy silence; I used my
stringently
piercing voice,
In order to crack the insurmountably hazy night; I used my twin
paired crystalline eyesight,
In order to crack spurious sadness ominously hovering around; I
used my amicably compassionate smile,
In order to crack the incorrigibly bellicose brick; I used my fists
plummeting like a thunderbolt; on its wretched periphery,
In order to crack the astutely austere corporate tycoon; I used
frugal amounts of sly wit; circulating more mystically than the
clouds in my blood,
In order to crack the diabolically freezing evening; I used my
palms voraciously against the rocks; to generate unsurpassable
loads of seductive heat,
In order to crack utter hopelessness; I used the invincible
muscle impregnated euphorically in my bones,
In order to crack the ingenious idea; I used my inherent skill of
profusely intense concentration,
In order to crack the yawn; I used my unfathomable treasury of
will power to rise up to the occasion of pragmatic survival,

In order to crack inexplicably treacherous destiny; I used my

spirit of fathomless adventure to confront the acrimonious world,
In order to crack pain; I used my lids to drink back my
prolifically dribbling river of traumatized tears,
In order to crack the bottle; I used my nails to adroitly unleash
the
insurmountably serrated steel cap,
In order to crack the pathway of horrendous dirt; I used my
royally sparkling pool
of saliva,
In order to crack the majestically enchanting painting; I used my
adroitly slender conglomerate of fingers,
In order to crack dismally mind boggling poverty; I used all the
wealth I had assimilated till date; in the tenure of my short life,
In order to crack the chapter of inevitably precious existence; I
used my exuberant mountain of Omnipotent breath,
And in order to crack the love of my ultimate dreams; I used the
inner most realms of my passionately thundering heart; which
shot its beats infinite kilometers above the sky; as each second
unfurled itself into the fabulously blossoming spectrum called
romance.

19. A WRITER IS NEVER UNEMPLOYED

A needle is never soft; pierces the elastic periphery of the
bombastically inflated balloon with a thunderous bang,
A tree is never symmetrical; has branches of all dimensions and
sizes dangling from its severely corrugated body,
A fire is never cold; sizzles the mockingly cold night with its
festoon of hostile of rays,
An ice is never solid; metamorphoses itself at astounding speeds
into a stream of cold water when caressed by the slightest of
heat,
A rose is never stinking; inundates the barren and profoundly
gloomy surrounding with the tantalizing aroma wafting
unequivocally from its crimson body,
A bird is never walking for long miles on the ground; leans
overwhelmingly on its pair of flamboyant wings to impart it with
that delectable flight,
A diamond is never dull; punctures the eyes of even the blind
with its glitter and scintillating shine,

A mushroom is never clean; extrudes disdainfully from the jungle

with tufts of incorrigible dirt; loose specks of worm and
deplorable soil,
A demon is never sweet; devours millions of innocent in the swirl
of its insatiable desire which never dies or subsides,
A potbellied tortoise is never fast; crawls painstakingly through
the leafy meadows chewing grass; while its counterparts execute
several rounds of the finishing line,
A man eater leopard is never vegetarian; has an unrelenting zeal
for flesh engulfing him every minute; after once relishing the
taste of human blood,
A frog is never beautiful; spending its entire life in boundlessly
deep interiors of the sordid well; having its coat enveloped with
garbage and obnoxious slime,
A scorpion is never innocuous; ardently awaiting to strike its
venomous fangs any minute into impetuously innocent flesh
wandering unsuspectingly,
A fired bullet is never harmless; as even though it might miss its
intended target; it nevertheless ricochets against impeccable
wildlife,
A Kangaroo is never slow; bounces several strides at a time;
even while harboring clusters of immaculate babies in its
bulging belly,
A cow is never unholy; generates new life in all those who
consume its supremely sacrosanct and salubrious milk,
A heart is never silent while it lives; palpitates tumultuously
inside the chest; increasing its pace to unsurpassable limits after
sighting the love of its life,
A breath is never dry; besieges the atmosphere around with
Herculean loads of compassionate fervor; triggers the body
every minute to run and live,

A life is never disciplined; replete with ups and downs that

encompass an entity unsparingly every second; irrespective of
the color he possesses or the religion he believes in,
A mother is never cruel to her child; no matter how much the
infant cries and kicks her incessantly with its feet,
And a writer is never unemployed; although he might not go to
conventional office from 9 in the morning to an exact 10 in the
night; yet the fantasies he evolved impregnated new hope and
charm; in millions others who monotonously survived.

20. DIFFERENT DESTINIES

The color of his eyes was exactly the same as mine; tawny brown
fluttering mischievously towards the majestic Moon,
The strength in his arms was exactly the same as in mine;
Herculean muscle bulging prominently from beneath ruffled
cloth,

The number of teeth in his mouth were exactly the same as

mine; with the hideous assembly of molars and canines ready to
masticate food within split seconds of time,
The scent of his perspiration was exactly the same as mine;
tantalizingly obnoxious under austerely acerbic rays of the Sun,
The shape of his nose was exactly the same as mine; protruding
like a pecking falcon straight as an arrow towards the ceiling,
The height which he possessed was exactly the same as mine;
having to slouch a trifle as much as I did; when he tried to enter
the nocturnal bedroom,
The weight he had on his visage was exactly the same as mine;
blessed with an insatiable urge to gobble the same food items as
I did with stupendous taste
and relish,
The shades of his hair were exactly the same as mine; streaks of
pugnacious red nictitating somberly with the dainty draughts of
wind; captivating the attention
of every damsel wandering in town,
The periphery of his lips was exactly the same as mine;
voluptuously luscious pink; emanating the same spurts of
raunchy laughter as I did,
The armory of his eyelashes were exactly the same as mine;
drooping down to the same angle; flirtatiously winking at every
maiden; as much as mine did,
The cadence in his voice was exactly the same as mine;
delectably rising and falling with every word that he uttered;
every song that he melodiously sang,
The size of his shoe was exactly the same as mine; occupying the
same diminutive amount of space on earth; as much as mine did,
The alignment of his backbone was exactly the same as mine;
experiencing the same agony as I did after a tumultuously

onerous days work; running like a bull to the masters

commands,
The clothes that he wore were exactly the same as mine; with his
overwhelming fancy of adorning sleazy silver chains; bizarrely
tattooing his chest; as much as mine,
The number of hair that grew on his body were exactly the same
as mine; with a slightly more density on the back of the palm
than on the entire skeleton,
The speed at which blood gushed through his veins was exactly
the same as mine; generating the same euphoria and exultation;
as mine did every midnight,
The habits which he executed were exactly the same as mine;
with his penchant for staring relentlessly into azure bits of sky;
as poignant as mine,
Even the texture of his palm were exactly the same as mine;
with innumerable bifurcations and handsome forks replicating
my hand in astonishing similarity,
Infact we were born the same second on this earth as identical
twins; with 99% of the people having difficulties recognizing us
scattered in the crowd,
And yet today he was the President who ruled the entire nation
on his fingertips; while I was an abysmally impoverished beggar
screaming discordantly on the shivering streets for alms;
because of the simple reason that we were similar to each other
in every respect from big head to tiny toe; but inevitably had
different destinies.

21. KEEP ME SATISFIED

If you starved me to unprecedented limits; then I would
inadvertently attempt to pilfer morsels of food from my
neighbor's plate,
If you kept scorched me beyond the point of no control; then I
would poke out my tongue unknowingly in the mayor's tap;
which was leaking water,
If you created me as black as charcoal; with disdainful boils of
infection creeping on every inch of my skin; then I would stretch
my palms ominously; in an attempt to snatch fair flesh from the
princess,
If you made me squint eyed; then I would stare unrelentingly at
all plebeians passing; with fantasies revolving rampantly in my
mind to grab their eyes,
If you threw me on the street naked in the freezing cold; then I
would run helter-skelter in desperation to steal every business
tycoon's clothes,
If you crippled me in an accident; rendering me to spend the
remainder of my life on a dilapidated wheelchair; then I would
greedily slaver in my tongue; the instants I saw robust
complexioned legs marching towards victory,
If you caused me to stammer; stuttering at virtually every word
that diffused from my mouth; then I would be engulfed by

hideous thoughts of switching my tongue with a professional

singer; all day,
If you made me stone deaf; with the most tumultuous of
volcano's failing to make any impact on my sleep; then I would
try and hamper every single individual from
opening his mouth,
If you made me mentally retarded; with my brain not even being
able to distinguish between a dog and a man; then I would pelt
stones at every car I encountered; smashing the windshield glass
into infinite pieces,
If you forced me to sleep on a bed of hostile thorns; then I would
stealthily enter the King's palace; to take away his golden pillow,
If you made me walk barefoot on a road strewn with abhorrent
filth and dirt; then I would steal every shoe loitering aimlessly
outside the Temple; to protect my bleeding toes,
If you inundated my nose with a fetid stench of blood the entire
day; then I would ruthlessly chop every rose from the soil; to
appease my senses with its
enamoring scent,
If you deprived me of education; leaving me to bear the taunts of
the acrimonious society; then I would resort to illegitimate
means of earning money; simply to show the world that they
were wrong; silencing their mouths forever,
If you orphaned me in my childhood; never giving me the
comfort of nestling in my mothers arms; then I would become a
prey to bad habits; with nobody to prudently guide me and
illuminate the path of my life,
If you didnt give me space to dig the grave of my cherished
ones; then I would extricate the coffin of the pretentious priest;
to bury my uncle instead,
If you didnt let me consolidate a single of my dreams; then I
would philander without any purpose; simply being a nuisance to
the society,

If you didnt give me a right to live; blissfully exist on this earth

lost in the world of my passionate fantasy; then I would fight
valiantly for my existence; to enjoy the source of my moist
breath trickle down my nostrils,
If you uncouthly snatched away my beloved from my life; leaving
me deserted with lifeless tears of blood dribbling down my
cheek; then I would go mentally insane; perhaps assassinate
everyone whom I came in proximity; before
meeting my own end,
Therefore O! lord; this is my humble plea to you; for today and
for several more years of my life to unveil; bless me with
whatever I want so that I can lead life
helping other humans; or let me instead pray to you to, keep me
satisfied

22. TELL ME WHY ?

Tell me why do we sneeze saliva,
Walk fast when young with life?
Tell me why do we ooze scarlet blood,
Laugh inevitably when tickled with hand?

Tell me why do we desire mineral water,

Shiver with goose bumps in bitter winter cold?
Tell why does tongue oscillate in mouth chamber,
Pools of desperation get formed in the bones?
Tell me why is hair black, lips luscious red,
People round the world crazy for dollar note?
Tell me why are grass blades parrot green,
Cloud mass hindered by skyscrapers in street?
Tell me why is bread coated with peanut butter,
Cow slaughtered in abattoirs for beef?
Tell me why do rich sip black cocktail drink,
Unclothed urchins breathe in dilapidated garbage?
Tell me why are curved shells on sand beaches,
Innocent heads get beheaded in car crash?
Tell me why do we perceive stabs of pain,
Fall deep in sleep at the onset of night?
Tell me why do we transit from youth to old,
Collapse in a heap when hungry for food?
Tell me why does heart throb fast,
There is a purpose in life when we love?
Tell me why did God create man,
Only to snatch him away from realms of earth?

23. STAGES OF A DAY

Yogic exercise with heavy breathing,
drenching of self with tepid water,
chanting of prayers in murky light,

complete visualization of tasks performed,

cup of frosty scalding tea at dawn,
sizzling breakfast at peak of sunrise,
a glass of crushed carrot juice,
with few milligrams of vitamin extract,
followed by a game of long tennis in evergreen lawns,
fast rides in bullet proof sports car,
zipping across snowy landscapes at inches from ground,
few hours of concentrated work at office,
pure vegetable meal at noontime,
packed warm in hi tech aluminum foil,
succeeded by perpetual sound doze,
on cushioned chair overlooking a stream,
attentive discourse evening sessions,
equally speedy return to place of dwelling,
a game of chess with multi-chipped computer,
wiping of sweat with moist cologne tissue,
a ravishing night meal of mixed steak and red wine,
few hours watching television,
followed by rigorous walk in lush green grass,
accompanied by solving crossword puzzles,
and a thunderous collapse on the foam mattress,
with all energy converted to loud snores,
is how I would like to live a single day.

24. RESIDUE
When I boiled squalid mushroom and glittering diamonds
together in a cauldron;
placing it above crackling flames of the fire,

The residue obtained contained profound traces of radiating

yellow; annihilating even the most minuscule trace of the black
vegetable.
When I boiled fetid sewage along with fragrant petals of crimson
rose; above
the naked flames of the stove,
The residue obtained had no sight of dirt; all It emanated was an
Omnipotent
essence of the flower.
When I boiled ominous scorpion sting with innocuous butter;
roasting the same
over long rods of blistering iron,
The residue obtained looked as brilliant as the sacerdotal body
of Sun; and there were simply no signs of the lethal poison.
When I boiled extracts of the tarnished politicians speech with
the martyrs blood; simmering it on the smoke rising from the
cooking range,
The residue obtained had an overwhelming aroma of the valiant
soldier; with
every scrap of the leader's notes dying an instantaneous death.
When I boiled acrimonious thorns along with velvety blades of
grass; shaking
the mixture profusely over the chimney fire,
The residue obtained had stringently acquired an accentuated
olive color of grass; and the pointed shoots were now converted
into soft sponge as an aftermath.
When I boiled obnoxious petrol along with gallons of fresh liquid;
placing the
same above a conflagration of seasoned timber sticks,
The residue obtained was as impeccable as spring water; with
the pugnacious
odor of the gasoline drowning a ghastly death.
When I boiled parasitic leech along with the succulent cherry;
placing them on
a conglomerate of scorching leaves,

The residue obtained was as scarlet as evanescent dawn; with a

mesmerizing
smell of the fruit wafting in the air; and all signs of the worm
disappearing into slim oblivion.
When I boiled frozen cubes of ice along with repugnant green
chili; placing the same in boiler room of a ship,
The residue obtained contained bountiful rivulets of water; with
the animosity of the hostile weed melting inevitably with the ice.
When I boiled omnipresent God along with the diabolical devil;
placing them
under fiery rays of the rising Sun,
The residue in store was the omniscient Creator standing tall
and domineering
emitting his perpetual scent; with the satanic monster
pulverized to
inconspicuous ash.
And when I boiled love with prejudiced hatred; keeping the same
to burn in sweltering heat of the desert,
The residue obtained had fathomless waves of perennial love;
naturally overshadowing anecdotes of baseless abhorrence.

25. IF EVER I HAD THE PRIVILEGE

If ever I had the privilege of being a sandstone castle; with
palatial walls overlooking the flowing river,
I would make sure that all urchins residing on the street; would
get adequate shelter from uncouth winter and inclement rain.
If ever I had the privilege of being a star in the sky; with Black
wisps of
clouds ominously hovering around,
I would make sure that I shone tenaciously all night; illuminating
the lives of the impoverished with gargantuan rays of hope.
If ever I had the privilege of being a mammoth elephant; with
majestic white
tusks protruding prominently from my trunk,
I would make sure that I transported all monkeys to escalating
treetops; fight vehemently against savage hunters to protect the
jungle.
If ever I had the privilege of being the fathomless ocean; with
swirling waves
colliding vociferously against the rocks,
I would make sure that all the aquatic life impregnated remained
intact; the waters were completely bereft of the slightest of
adulteration.

If ever I had the privilege of being an inflated balloon; with a

plethora of gaudy strings dangling merrily from my belly,
I would make sure that I tossed and bounced boisterously amidst
crippled infants; lighting their faces with an everlasting smile.
If ever I had the privilege of being an incoherent lump of rock
salt; with a piquant odor emanating from my persona,
I would make sure that I inundate all those dishes of bland food;
with sumptuous amounts of taste.
If ever I had the privilege of being a long beaked bird; with
clawed feet protruding from my slender skinned legs,
I would make sure that I chirped melodiously to placate starved
eardrums; guard my eggs against nefarious evil all throughout
the chilly night.
If ever I had the privilege of being a conglomerate of clouds in
the sky; possessing a tinge of hideous black,
I would make sure that I rained when it mattered the most;
ensuring that all animate on earth were saved from the
onslaught of drought.
If ever I had the privilege of being a foliated tree; with infinite
branches extruding from my tapered trunk,
I would make sure that I sprinkled currency and fruits in
commensurate proportions; so that no one in vicinity died of
savage starvation.
And if ever by stroke of benevolent fortune I had the privilege of
being a man; with the virtue to perceive embedded in my soul,
I would make sure that I unrelentingly loved the person of my
dreams; and instill the same with equanimity in every human
traversing on mother earth.

26. NOTHING IN THIS WORLD

Nothing in this world can substitute the Sun; its fiery rays
wholesomely
sizzling cloistered portions of Earth,
Man tried hard to invent electricity; but languid beams of the
bulb miserably failed to make an impact in front of the celestial
body.
Nothing in this world can substitute the river; its mesmerizing
flow between the pathway of cobbled stones,
Man tried hard to bathe in luke warm pond of distilled water;
but it pathetically floundered to provide him the rejuvenation he
badly needed; the tingling sensations he desired to entrench him
entirety.

Nothing in this world can substitute the bird; its vivacious flight
in an ambience of silken complexioned clouds,
Man tried hard to evolve the aircraft; but its discordantly
whirring noise; the overwhelming commotion it produced while
cruising through air; was simply unable to match the flight of the
feathered monster.
Nothing in this world can substitute the rose; its ravishing
redolence that stimulated infinite scores of nostrils trespassing
in vicinity,
Man tried hard to blend exotic perfumes; bottle the concentrates
in Swanky bottles for display; but their essence gruesomely
failed to make an impression; and their odor subsided with an
intensity faster than it had arisen.
Nothing in this world can substitute the mountains; the
stupendously panoramic
view of the cascading waterfalls and steep gorges,
Man tried hard to construct palatial resorts; embellishing the
same with a host of contemporary amenities; but the garish
concrete appeared as a speck of inconspicuous dust in the
backdrop of the mystical valley.
Nothing in this world can substitute snow; the immaculate
globules of white crystals embedded splendidly on the jagged
rocks,
Man tried hard to form ice in meticulous trays; but the
monotonously molded cubes; looked utterly disparaging when
compared with the undulating bedsheets of frozen water
sprawled in tandem on the hills.
Nothing in this world can substitute the Neem tree; its herbal
branches dangling holistically; its myriad of corrugated sticks
used for scrupulously cleaning teeth,
Man tried hard to use the toothbrush; but its insipid bristles
dithered from evacuating dirt; displayed abashing signs of
collapse after being used just for a few number
of times.
Nothing in this world can substitute the pearl; its immortal
ramifications that besiege the atmosphere after popping out
from the slimy oyster,

Man tried hard to chisel intricate jewelry; polish it tenaciously

till it sparkled; but its glow perished gradually with the fading of
time; and the lackadaisical ornament refrained to incarcerate
attention a month after wearing.
Nothing in this world can substitute truth; the omnipotent power
in its voice; the everlasting spirit it succeeds in portraying,
Man tried hard to speak lies; dexterously hide his fallacies by
leaning towards malice; but in the end he was completely
devoured in the radiance of righteousness; the perennial
brilliance of truth.
And nothing in this world can substitute love; the fervor
generated by its mere caress; the unfathomable pleasure of
being imprisoned by the same,
Man tried hard to but it superfluously with fat wads of currency;
baselessly threw exorbitant opulence to experience the same;
but in the end realized that a single passionate beat of his heart
was enough to evoke; what his entire treasury of wealth had
failed to purchase.

27. MONDAY TO SUNDAY

The joints in my body ached and groaned; my head pulsated like
a volcano about to fulminate,
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock had disrupted all signs of
blissful sleep; caused an uncanny panic to circulate through my
veins,
As I stretched my shoulders disdainfully; took the acrimonious
rays of the Sun directly in my eyes; tread my feet nonchalantly
on the ground to get ready for
the office on MONDAY.
The lids of my eye felt as if they would inevitably shut; the skin
encompassing my ankles looked bruised and swollen,
The chords of my heart were throbbing turbulently; every
draught of breath cascaded down my nostrils agonizingly,
As I got dressed at the brink of the hour; to drop the kids to
school; present my spurious smiles to the outside world on the
TUESDAY.
The strands of my hair appeared ruffled; an incongruous stubble
extruded from
my cheeks,
The exteriors of my lips were mercilessly chapped; pangs of
hunger leapt animatedly in my stomach as an aftermath of
indigestion,
As I kissed my wife disparagingly on her cheek; made a beeline
for the conference; with my socks worn upside down; on the
WEDNESDAY.
The armpits in my body emanated a horrendous stench; earth
shattering dreams
resonated vibrantly through my mind,
My body tossed and turned wildly before awakening; the rings
engulfing my neck
had transited into an ungainly black,
As I feverishly brushed my teeth with brackish toothpaste sped
to the airport

in my silver Mercedes, and my tie nearly strangulating my

breath on the THURSDAY.
The nerves in my ears had become numb to sound; people in
vicinity struck my
eyes as an obfuscated blur,
The stairs I descended down seemed like colossal mountains;
deafening sneezes
occurring sporadically made me feel inherently weak,
As I sat down like a bombastic demon; pale smoke of the
cigarette wafting from
my mouth striking my adversary; in the breakfast meeting on the
FRIDAY.
The rays of hope were silently stirring in my soul; tinges of
exuberance seemed to be taking partial control of my speech,
The images of surreal fantasy were painstakingly enveloping my
mind; an insatiable nervousness was boisterously bursting
through my knuckles,
As nostalgic memories of my family profoundly lingered in my
heart; and the
plane prepared to caress the tarmac of my country on the
SATURDAY.
The hour of my freedom had eventually arrived; the ticking of
the clock miserably floundered to make the slightest of impact
on my thunderous snores,
The beams of dawn had never seemed so pleasant before; the
voice of my wife had never seemed so enchanting,
As I got up languidly from my sleep; executed a yawn larger than
my dwelling;
embraced my children; my new found freedom; ebulliently on
the SUNDAY.

28. HUMAN HEART

No complications; not even the slightest trace of mystery
engulfing it,
No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of salacious
lechery embedded in it,
No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling of racism
encompassing it,
No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound emanating from
it,

No flattery; not even the tiniest space of sanctimonious thought

enveloping it,
No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota of
debauchery penetrating it,
No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of vindictive
belligerence embodied in it,
No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation lingering
close to it,
No pompousness; not even the thinnest cloud of formality
entrapped in it,
No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of rampant
massacre encapsulating it,
No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of worthlessly being
something encircling it,
No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of perilous old age
permeating it,
No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations of betrayal
puncturing it,
No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of glitterati
hovering around it,
No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of deplorable
gloom circulating around it,
No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty design
circumventing it,
No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and retreat
entrenching it,
No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones affecting
it,

No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at nightfall ceasing

or having any impact on it,
No price; not even the entire wealth amalgamated together in
this world able to purchase it,
Only love, desire, an overwhelmingly stupendous ardor to live;
an immortal spirit of nostalgia; was how I would; and am sure all
of you would choose to describe the violently palpitating and
volatile HUMAN HEART.

29. WITH AN EXISTENCE SUCH AS THIS

Full of ecstatic adventure; overwhelmed with exuberant
happiness,
Full of unfathomable zeal; an insatiable desire to explore to the
most
unprecedented limits,
Full of boisterous euphoria; an uncanny sense of adventure
blended profusely with streams of scarlet blood,
Full of tangy spice; an ocean of passionate sweat trickling
ferociously with the unleashing second,
Full of mystical tunes; inundated with a flurry of fabulously
enchanting scent,
Full of untamed escalating spirits; the desire to love and
philander lingering astronomically in the soul,
Full of inexplicable punch; deluged with doughty charisma from
all possible and conceivable sides,
Full of mesmerizing beauty; replete with vivacious colors to
fathomlessly imagine,
Full of an unsurpassable ability to conquer; trespassing over a
blanket of acrid
thorns on naked foot,
Full of tingling smiles; a tumultuously vibrant shiver that crept
down nimbly through the spine,
Full of insurmountably daunting courage; an unflinching will to
confront
the mightiest of disaster,

Full of rustic simplicity; with the rudiments of existence

replicating primordial life of the jungles,
Full of unrelenting buoyancy; always transgressing a couple of
inches above soil,
Full of irresistible attraction; a relentless urge to fully explore
the most voluptuous tantalizing form,
Full of blazing dynamism; an incorrigible ardor to march ahead
with a perpetual longing to survive,
Full of flamboyant muscle; an incomprehensible urgency to dash
forward at the slightest of provocation,
Full of marvelous memories; reminiscing incessantly about
innocuously mischievous childhood,
Full of cheek and perennially augmenting spice; rampantly
caressing the infinite fruits of gorgeous nature,
Full of blood-curling suspense; a thunderous virtue to swirl as
high and handsome as the stormy waves,
Full of boundless enthusiasm; a voice that indefatigably blurted
out never say die ,
And I dont know what I was or how I might have livedin my past
life; but bless me O! Almighty Lord with an existence such as
this in my present life.

30. WHY HAS TRUTH DISAPPEARED O! LORD

More invincible than the colossal mountains; virtually
impregnable from all sides,
More unfathomable than the blue skies; prevalent in billions of
entities transgressing upon the trajectory of this planet,
More mesmerizing than the voice of the nightingale; illuminating
a path of dazzling optimism in an atmosphere encroached
viciously with ominous light,
More transparent than the rays of the heavenly Sun; stringently
annihilating the most minuscule trace of evil forever from this
Universe,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why
has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately
than the flies ?
More poignant than the crimson streams of blood in body;
irrefutably silencing the web of salacious lies with the power of
its divinely voice,
More cherished than any ornament in the world; not procurable
for even the entire wealth assimilated on the planet,
More unsurpassable than the golden horizons; tenaciously
standing tall engulfed with a blanket of its own convictions,

More grandiloquent than any sight decipherable by the eye;

escalating incessantly in a majestic aura that encompassed the
divine,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why
has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately
than the flies ?
More piquant than the profusely salty ocean; fumigating the
most inconspicuous trace of devilish energy; with the celestial
antiseptic in its persona,
More persevering than the infinite tons of sweat shed under
sweltering winds of the day; laboring all the way to repay
Almighty Creator in the best possible way,
More natural than the wail of a freshly born organism;
worshipped by even the most Omnipotent for its ubiquitously
sacrosanct grace,
More passionate than the handsomely amber flames;
incarcerating boundless in the swirl of its innocuous sincerity,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why
has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately
than the flies ?
More straighter than the arrow; embedding the virtue of
righteousness even countless feet beneath soil,
More revered than the footsteps of the amicable mother; holding
the most supreme spot in each heart palpitating under the
firmament of sky,
More enchanting than the best of ingratiating perfume; instilling
its perpetually benevolent fragrance in whosoever who even
nimbly desired it,
More ancient than even the earth on which we're living on was
created; infact the only treasure with which any palpable entity
was born,
Sadly O! Lord why has truth disappeared from earth today; why
has its immortal essence been trampled more indiscriminately
than the flies ?
31. THE GIRL WHOM I CALLED MY BELOVED
The blood which flowed incessantly through my body; was that
of my revered mother,
While the entity who propelled it to circulate more passionately
than flamboyant sunshine; was the girl whom I called my
beloved.

The color that profusely engulfed my rubicund lips; was that of

my loving mother,
While the entity who triggered it to blossom into a festoon of
gregarious smiles; was the girl whom I called my beloved.
The bones impregnated bountifully in my supple body; were that
of my sacrosanct mother,
While the entity who engendered them to audaciously confront
the most acrimonious expeditions of life; was the girl whom I
called my beloved.
The brain encapsulated blissfully beneath my skull; was that of
my divinely mother,
While the entity who punctuated it to perceive beyond the most
unfathomable limits; was the girl whom I called my beloved.
The contours of my intricately molded persona; were that of my
heavenly mother,
While the entity who embedded in them poignant traces of
vivacious boisterousness; was the girl whom I called my beloved.
The shades of my fabulously glistening eyes; were that of my
irrefutably celestial mother,
While the entity who perpetuated them to discriminate between
the prudently good and diabolically bad; was the girl whom I
called my beloved.
The conglomerate of articulate fingers on my hands; were that of
my adorable mother,
While the entity who instigated them to evolve the most
ingratiating verse in this world; was the girl whom I called my
beloved.
The voluptuously soft palms protruding from my skeleton; were
that of my stupendously amicablemother,
While the entity who harnessed each stage of my destiny to
unfurl; was the girl whom I called my beloved.
The breath that lingered with unsurpassable equanimity in my
nostrils; was that of my Omnipotent mother,

While the entity who caused it to cascade with exuberantly

ecstatic compassion; was the girl whom I called my beloved.
And the heart that lay invincibly incarcerated beneath my chest;
was that of my immortally cherishable mother,
While the entity who facilitated it to ardently palpitate all night
and day; commence on a whole new chapter of love with each of
its beat; was the girl whom I called my beloved.

32. LIFE MEANS MORE

Life means imagination; the ability to perceive and dream
beyond the absolutely extraordinary,
Life means observation; the magical prowess to imbibe the
maximum out of the stupendously magnificent surroundings,
Life means seduction; the uncanny desire of being tantalized
every second to the most unprecedented limits,
Life means devotion; the immortal virtue of being obsessed with
the entity you uninhibitedly cherish and love,
Life means fascination; the incessant entrenchment perpetuated
by all the mesmerizing beauty wandering on this planet,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life means
more.
Life means grandiloquent; the royally majestic sights embedded
on the trajectory of this boundless planet,
Life means benevolent; the philanthropic element to help all
those fellow compatriots in inexplicable misery and tumultuous
pain,
Life means turbulent; the vivacious swirl of rampant thoughts
and emotions; that engulf one's countenance by storm,
Life means fragrant; the profusely redolent aroma; which
emanated from the voluptuous conglomerate of lotus in the
pond,
Life means prudent; the incomprehensible ability of the human
brain to act the most sagaciously in every situation,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life means
more.
Life means unfathomable; the paradise existing beyond
unprecedented corridors of perception,
Life means unconquerable; the aura of invincible love
encompassing the soul; which never could die,
Life means unbelievable; the astoundingly amazing string of
incidents which sporadically intruded; simply beyond any power
of comprehension,

Life means unimaginable; the land which unfurled afresh; after

each ounce of perceivable perception had completely exhausted,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life means
more.
Life means fabulous; more insurmountably enchanting than the
silken puffs of voluptuously crimson clouds,
Life means mysterious; deluged with a myriad of baffling puzzles
at every step you alighted,
Life means mischievous; as boisterously vivacious as the grin of
a newly born infant; as poignant as the tear drop gushing from
his eyes,
Life means adventurous; inundated with exuberant spice as each
second unleashed; plunging into the valley of ravishing
excitement,
Life means perilous; sandwiched mystically with dangerous
impediments; which made a person rise from the ashes; in his
fight for holistic survival,
Life means incredulous; the greatest gift for every tangible
organism to be bestowed upon with; exist in unison till the
Almighty Lord commanded,
Life means God; Life means perennially unending; Life means
more.

33. TRY AND SEE INSTEAD

Dont blame the overwhelmingly blistering rays of the sweltering
Sun; for the mind boggling proportions of heat it ruthlessly
generated,
Try and see instead the beams of optimistic light it profoundly
illuminated; in the lives of infinite souls completely deluged with
hopeless despair.
Dont blame the horrendously rotting apple for emanating an
obnoxious scent; corrupting the spurious bliss of the
grandiloquent atmosphere,
Try and see instead the ingratiatingly blossoming effect it had on
the dwindling crop; when embedded in soil as pinches of raw
manure.
Dont blame the profusely spike studded shoe for abrading your
dainty feet; acting as a gruesome barricade to fresh spurts of
air; from seeping inside,
Try and see instead; the astronomical tenacity it offered to your
nimble soles; to transgress undaunted; even through the most
acrimoniously swirling fires.

Dont blame the earthquake for treacherously devastating empty

buildings; engendering the waves of the fabulous ocean to
escalate taller than the skies,
Try and see instead; the celestial rivulets of water it
perpetuated; in the heart
of miserably arid land.
Dont blame the silvery sea shores for inhabiting a battalion of
venomously lethal spiders; raring to feast on immaculate chunks
of innocent flesh,
Try and see instead; the unfathomable amounts of relaxation
they provided to dreary adventurers; the perpetually mystical
avenue they proved for lovers before tying the nuptial knot.
Dont blame the clouds in the cosmos for fomenting a
thunderously cacophonic noise; clashing mercilessly against
each other to produce streaks of frightening lightening,
Try and see instead; the mesmerizing droplets of rain they
showered; the life yielding streams of vivacious liquid which
poured in ferocious torrents on pathetically groaning soil.
Dont blame the kettle for fulminating in tumultuous heat;
scalding innocuous bits of skin with hostile droplets of sizzling
liquid,
Try and see instead the heavenly rejuvenation it imparted; with
only infinitesimal sips of it; gently dribbling into the gloomy
persona.
Dont blame the conscience for being blatantly candid; blurting
out things which could have been well camouflaged in realms of
astute manipulation and malice,
Try and see instead the stupendously comforting bliss that it
provided to the countenance; the most explicit identity it
endeavored to reveal of a man dying in
embarrassing despair.
And dont blame life for being tyrannical and satanically cruel;
whipping you every unfurling second with the sword of
inexplicable disease compounded with treacherous pain,
Try and see instead its irrefutably sacred virtue; the infinite
buckets of voluptuously passionate breath you inhaled to be
living this very moment; survive at your

unprecedented best in the most horrific of times.

34. NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF BEGINNING

Ordinarily the boy would have lazed all day on the grassy slopes;
emanating huge yawns every other unfurling minute,

But today he ran faster than the most supreme athlete; as the
spotted panther was chasing him; ready to rip him apart from
the last bone down his spine.
Ordinarily the youngster would have played cards all day;
merrily frolicking about teasing girls strolling on the road,
But today he perspired unrelentingly under the Sun; worked like
a bull to appease his employer and earn money; as his father
was no longer alive to feed him; ensure that he fantasized and
slept to his hearts content.
Ordinarily the King would have purchased all that he wanted on
this earth; with the unprecedented power of his flamboyant
jewels and wealth,
But today he prayed diligently in front of the deity to bless him
with a child; a virtue that the entire treasury of his opulence had
miserably failed to purchase.
Ordinarily the varied conglomerate of human beings intractably
refrained from talking to each other; were supremely nonchalant
of even knowing the name of
who lived beside them,
But today they slept together under the open sky; conversed
amicably with each other irrespective of their inherent hatred;
as the devastating earthquake struck the
entire city at midnight.
Ordinarily the manipulative minister would have ruined the
whole nation; replenishing his personal resources with innocent
people's money; demonstrating his theory of "Survival of the
Fittest"; without even knowing the tiny alphabets that
constituted life,
But today he ruled the country with overwhelming harmony and
justice; as his life was under threat from God's messiah who had
descended from the sky; and if
the reins slipped while governing the province; the reins of his
life would slip forever in just fractions of seconds.
Ordinarily every fisherman would have sat on the shores
masticating red meat and wine; as their warehouses were
inundated and overflowing with surplus grain and honey,

But today he ventured out into the heart of swirling ocean;

audaciously leapt in the midst of the tumultuous storm; laid his
net confronting freezing cold and a battalion of shark; as his
village and kin were starving; inevitably reeling under the
aftermath of vicious drought.
Ordinarily the housewife would have thrown the pack of
nondescript candles with utter contempt as it occupied
unnecessary space in her kitchen; replacing it with an
array of shimmering silver chains and robust cherries,
But today she incessantly prayed to God for the same; wildly
groped through the interiors of the dwelling for that
inconspicuous and condensed bundle of wax; as
the vast town was abruptly engulfed with perpetual darkness;
the stringent beams of brilliant electricity that were once the
pride of her house had snapped off without prior notice.
Ordinarily the diminutive chick would never have learnt to fly;
feeling invincibly secure under the compassionate warmth of her
mothers belly,
But today it soared up high and handsome in the air; kissing the
cocoon of clouds as it whistled by; as its mother hadn't returned
till late evening; and the pangs of hunger in its stomach were far
more effusive than its fear to shut its eyes and hide.
Ordinarily I would have dismissed the idea of going 9 to 9 in the
office with sheer contempt and malicious abuse; drowned in the
aisles of poetic fantasy and tantalizing desire; penning down
infinite lines of poetry sitting as a recluse in the corridors of my
cozy home,
But today I found myself smiling pretentiously in front of my
employer; obeying even the most infinitesimal of his command;
with my head sunk under a mountain of bulky paper and
chequebook; as the kicks of the sardonic society and the paucity
of funds through the words I evolved; had driven me out of my
rosy dreamland to bear the brunt of monotonous Business.
And ordinarily Man wouldnt have done anything on this earth;
would have grown older just staring at the moon; if God had
given him everything on a platter; satisfied his every need the
instant he uttered them as a faint whisper,

But today he was seen running in all quarters of the globe;

sweating and toiling under the acerbic rays of the Sun;
onerously studying under the horrendously dim light of the night
bulb; conquering astronomical peaks with the ingenious
thoughts circulating in his brain; as his necessity to exist was his
only mother of beginning; infact the only thing that could have
metamorphosed him from a sleeping saint into one who
meditated continuously.

35. DRINKING MY OWN ANGER

I couldnt hit the earth in my bouts of anger; as it was the one
which grew the food necessary for my survival,
I couldnt hit the wall in my bouts of anger; as it was the one
which sequestered my scalp against tumultuous storm and rain;
it was the one which constituted and fortified my dwelling,
I couldn't hit the tree in my bouts of anger; as it was laden with
the fruits I nibbled in my times of relish; imparted me with
velvety breeze in the sweltering night,
I couldnt hit the mirror in my bouts of anger; as it magnificently
portrayed to me my pellucid and candid reflection; and doing so
I knew would exacerbate the situation further; would make my
own hand bleed,
I couldnt hit mothers stomach in my bouts of anger; for it was
the singular pouch which had bore me for 9 months
unrelentingly; the very sacred sac which was responsible for my
existence today,

I couldnt hit the snake in my bouts of anger; for it guarded my

treasury of wealth unflinchingly all night and day; and would
viciously retort back the instant I raised my fingers to strike,
I couldnt hit the Sun in my bouts of anger; for it was the sole
source of light which maneuvered me in the day; lit up my every
morning with an enchanting smile,
I couldnt hit the child in my bouts of anger; for it was all the
energy I possessed; was the sweetest little form of God running
gleefully on this earth,
I couldnt hit the waters in my bouts of anger; for they were the
ones who pacified my thirst several times a day; blended my life
with loads of mesmerizing cool and shade,
I couldnt hit the silver plate in my bouts of anger; for it was the
one in which I actually consumed my food three times in a day;
and insulting it could probably result in not getting food even
three times a year,
I couldnt hit the car in my bouts of anger; for it was the one
which transported me marathon distances; saw to it that I my
feet rested in luxury; as I reached the summit at whirlwind
speeds,
I couldnt hit my beloved in my bouts of anger; as she was the
one who transpired me to live every second; she was the one
who took upon herself every affliction to save me from the tiniest
of wound today,
I couldnt hit my sister in my bouts of anger; as she was the one
whom I played with irrespective of my augmenting age; with
whom I shared all my secrets of life; sometimes woke her even in
the middle of the night,
I couldnt hit my pet dog in my bouts of anger; as he was the one
who was the first to welcome me at ethereal dawn; wag his tail
incessantly until the time I took him in my arms,

I couldnt hit my eye in my bouts of anger; for it was the only

instrument whom I relied upon to sight this world; and also it
would incorrigibly shut tight; as I tried and approached it with
my fist,
I couldnt hit the century old boat in my bouts of anger; as it was
the one on which my ancestors sailed; the one where my
rudimentary roots lay profoundly embedded,
I couldnt hit the cow in my bouts of anger; as it was the only
animal which gave me sacrosanct milk; impregnated my bones
with Herculean strength to take on the mantle of this entire
world,
I couldnt hit the idol of God in my bouts of anger; as it was the
one who had evolved me and my kin in the first place; would
burn me to inconspicuous ash the moment I irritably hurled my
fingers towards his Omnipotent form,
And I couldnt hit a single thing on this earth; for whatever I hit
was something sacred or something which was intimately dear;
something which I possessed or
something which had possessed me for infinite years,
Thats when I decided to wholesomely drink my own anger;
whenever I was infuriated and my body reverberated beyond the
point of no control; rather
than unnecessarily victimizing somebody, taking it out on the
innocent world.

36. EVERY WRITERS BOSS

Every mouse's boss was the tawny cat; ready to pounce upon its

diminutive demeanor each instant; pulverize it to mincemeat

with its knife like jaws,
Every river's boss was the colossal ocean; ready to gobble its
inconspicuous visage in the gargantuan swirl of its turbulent
waves,
Every stone's boss was the lanky mountain; overshadowing its
frigid body with its towering shadow; the avalanche of ice
descending gathering unprecedented speed it sped down the
slope,
Every egg's boss was the enchanting bird; flooding the dreary
ambience in vicinity with the mystical tunes that emanated from
its beak,
Every infant's boss was its caring mother; who sequestered it
from the most non-existent of evil; ensured that it slept while she
incessantly stroked its scalp,
Every insect's boss was the disdainfully grizzly lizard; viciously
swishing its slender tongue; anticipating them to tantalizingly
creep directly into its greedy mouth,
Every web's boss was the silver spider; having the supreme
power of dismantling and weaving it all over again; whenever
she desired it,
Every ornament's boss was the majestically hooded serpent;
hideously hissing sitting over the same; judiciously observing
that it refrained to fall into diabolical hands,
Every soil's boss was the indefatigably pelting globules of rain;
which inundated its surface with incredulous fertility; conjuring
it to blossom into a voluptuous array of fruit and scarlet rose,
Every blank paper's boss was the feather tipped pen; possessing
the royal prowess of embossing its barren surface with
boundless lines of oligarchic literature,

Every car's boss was its twin pair of brakes; enabling it and
imparting it with bountiful resilience to stop and boisterously
speed whenever it liked,
Every night's boss was the stringently blazing day; illuminating
and metamorphosing its gloomy atmosphere into one with
radiant light and fiery rays,
Every star's boss was the resplendent moon; wholesomely
trespassing its inconspicuous body with the unfathomable
tenacity in its shine,
Every snake's boss was the long toothed mongoose; furtively
capsizing it by the slippery neck; making it eventually surrender
as it sucked the last drop of blood from its body,
Every tadpole's boss was the preposterously huge whale; eating
it at regular intervals in countless clusters; yet not able to fully
appease its incomprehensible hunger,
Every wind's boss was the tumultuous storm; sweeping across
like thunderbolts of lightening in the world; swallowing every
draught of placid breeze that meekly confronted it in its path;
and not even wasting time to burp in relishing its robust meal,
Every ghost's boss was the invincibly closed corpse; ensuring
that it stayed secured tight within; didnt get even the remotest
chance to escape and spread terror on this globe,
Every land's boss was the unending sky; providing a roof to
shelter it; proving it a respectable entity to hold its head high,
Every man's boss was the Omniscient Creator; commanding him
every second to satisfy the mission which he taken birth on this
earth for,
And every writer's boss was his flamboyant fantasy; his spell
binding perceptions that unrelentingly dictated him to keep
writing every instant of the chilly night; and all throughout the
sunny day.

37. 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,
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.

38. A COMPLETE 100 FLOORS

Scores of squeals inundated the atmosphere; clusters of people
hugged each other close in utter pandemonium,
A billion beads of sweat trickled down petrified cheeks; as
children took deep breaths in terrified exhilaration,

A heap of vegetables and fresh fruit lay completely squashed;

housewives wailed in discordant unison about the scornful
creases to their immaculate clothes,
Torn bits of heavily scented paper stuck to the ceiling; fluttering
about incessantly with the gallant wind that infiltrated in
through the doors,
Infinite bundles of hair stood up in untamed indignation;
repugnantly refusing to sit down even after blissful calm had
descended,
Boundless plumes of black smoke arose in the vicinity; with the
disastrously dry coughing of the aged becoming all the more
apparent as the agonizing minutes crept by,
The tiny floor seemed to be in a complete disarray; with a pool of
tears blended with faint blood portraying a profoundly ghastly
appearance,
The tales of remorse and dismay seemed to be gaining impetus;
as the people inside felt escalated to the zenith of feverish
excitement,
The lights flickered and faltered badly; with perennial darkness
seeming to be a better option when compared to the
continuously batting beams of flimsy bulb rays,
A battalion of unruly mosquitoes relished the splendid
opportunity; perched and sucking blood with gay abandon from
innocuously rubicund skin,
The hair on everyone's scalp seemed to protrude in spiffy
animosity; as if freshly coming out from the heart of a
swashbuckling war film,
All sense of judiciousness and prudent discerning; had now been
replaced by unconquerable waves of morbid terror,
All food in the stomach had died a gruesome death; the most
inconspicuous of desire to consume liquid incorrigibly refrained
to arise again,

An innumerable fleet of pedestrians had gathered at the dismal

scenario; expressing their sanctimonious sympathy; trying to
mollify frazzled nerves with their armory of spurious smiles,
The entire network of bones in the body felt as if terribly jolted;
the intricate cartilage inside felt as if it needed rebirth,
The string of useless thoughts which once bothered and
circumvented the mind all night and day; now seemed to be
single focused on feasible ways of escape,
The color of skin had metamorphosed to ashen white; the robust
river of red blood had stopped flowing hours ago,
The hearts of those incarcerated inside; palpitated more
violently than when they had just taken birth,
And you'd be astoundingly surprised at knowing the cause of this
holocaust; the disaster which had rendered groups of
impeccable humans grappling for their lives in the middle of
brilliant daylight; had fomented more perspiration on the body
than their was scarlet blood and bone,
As a matter of fact it was just a slim wire of soiled rubber which
had snapped; engendering the magnificently colossal lift to
plummet like streaks of white lightening towards the ground,
Bounce with a thunderously deafening thud on its cushioned
mountain of soft and spongy springs; after traversing down a
complete 100 floors of the tall building.

39. THE WORLD OUTSIDE AFTER BATH

When I bathed my body in pure crimson blood; the world outside
seemed to be horrendously appalling and ghastly as I stepped
out,
When I bathed my body in an ocean of squelched garbage; the
world outside seemed
to be rotten fish; with all entities wandering in vicinity seeming
as if unwashed since marathon years,
When I bathed my body in scintillating white and sacrosanct cow
milk; the world outside seemed to be an evanescent fog; with
each object striking my eye as a hazy and distorted mirage,
When I bathed my body in stupendously redolent lotus juice; the
world outside seemed to be extravagantly fragrant; without the
slightest trace of dirt and promiscuous stain,
When I bathed my body in a river of foaming saliva; the world
outside seemed to be as slippery as the eel; the gargantuan
roads appeared to be coated with tons of oil; with every single
individual falling head on the ground; after unwittingly loosing
his heavy grip,
When I bathed my body in a pond of talcum powder; the world
outside seemed to resemble a clown; and I held the sides of my
stomach incorrigibly tight; as I was a trifle afraid that they
would explode out laughing,
When I bathed my body in a pool of blistering Sunlight; the
world outside seemed to be burning and scalding hot; with my
fingers circumspect of touching any object in fear of being
gruesomely charred,

When I bathed my body in a stream of white electricity; the

world outside seemed to emit pugnacious sparks; and I dared
not put my foot on the earth in danger of getting wholesomely
electrocuted,
When I bathed my body in a puddle of vivacious scorpion juice;
the world outside seemed to be as ominous as the hideous
reptile; with each person appearing to ooze lethal venom from
his mouth; instead of eloquent and enchanting speech,
When I bathed my body in a film of pungent tears; the world
outside seemed to be effusively crying; every man and woman
appeared to be sad; and edging towards the brink of extinction,
When I bathed my body in pulverized cactus pulp; the world
outside seemed to be irritable and irascible; with people
scratching their scalps every second in utter exasperation,
When I bathed my body in glittering liquid of pure gold; the
world outside seemed exorbitantly rich and marvelous; with
every person inundated with fancy chequebooks and chains of
shimmering pearls,
When I bathed my body in crushed garlic; the world outside
seemed like the decaying fish; wafting an odor that fomented me
to puke out all that was trapped inside my stomach,
When I bathed my body in the floating clouds; the world outside
seemed to be insurmountably windy; with man flying a few feet
above the ground flapping his
fleshy wings,
When I bathed my body in a fulminating tub of acid; the world
outside seemed to be like a sizzling pancake simmering
boisterously to erupt in hostile fumes,
When I bathed my body in silvery sands; the world outside
seemed to be gradually slipping; with every visible glass and
body completely engulfed with monotonous dust,
When I bathed my body in finely pulverized bone powder; the
world outside seemed to be an obsolete dead corpse; with

ghoulish images of ghosts wandering on the streets instead of

robust individuals,
When I bathed my body in a conglomerate of satiny hair; the
world outside seemed to be a mesmerizing planet; on which
fairies floated and basked in the aisles of unprecedented
romance,
When I bathed my body in a pool of pure shit; the world outside
seemed to be a stinking dustbin; with every individual vomiting
out every second instead of blissfully inhaling air and living,
When I bathed my body in silvery moonlight; the world outside
seemed to be an enchanting paradise; with a fleet of tantalizing
fairies eating, sipping and sleeping milk,
When I bathed my body in firewood ash; the world outside
seemed to be brutally burnt; with every object in vicinity
appearing as if charred to wholesomely Black soot,
When I bathed my body in pungent acrylic paint; the world
outside seemed to be freshly whitewashed; everything seemed
to be newly constructed; with people's faces sparkling even
after wee hours of chilly midnight,
When I bathed my body in a lake of molten wax; the world
outside seemed to be melting at electric speeds; blatantly
prominent outlines of the city seemed to be
fading rapidly into thin wisps of oblivion,
When I bathed my body in enigmatically slithering snake skin;
the world outside seemed to be hideously snaring; with
pedestrians seeming to viciously bite each time they opened
their mouths to speak,
When I bathed my body in a finely squelched pulp of green
grass; the world outside seemed to be passionately raw; with
humans inevitably tickling themselves in a
state of restless frenzy,

When I bathed my body in strands of morbid spider web; the

world outside seemed to be an eerie playground; with humans
having unpleasantly ghoulish
designs engulfing their face,
When I bathed my body in superlatively piquant tomato curry;
the world outside seemed to be a delicious pizza taken out right
from the sizzling oven; with all
tangible and intangible sprawled around appearing to be
completely red; appearing as if uninhibitedly blushing
unstoppably all the time,
When I bathed my body in a rivulet of vitamin tonic; the world
outside seemed to be a pathetic hospital; with people holding
their faces in inexplicable despair; orphans wandering on the
roads with antiseptic bandages wound to their throats,
When I bathed my body in a bucket replete with foamy soap; the
world outside seemed to be a profuse blanket of frothy spray;
with denizens walking on an island of
spongy bubbles; bursting them pompously with their fingers to
clear their way,
When I bathed my body in whirlpools of pulsating rock music;
the world outside seemed to be a sleazily blaring discotheque;
with countless clusters of youngsters gyrating their bodies to
unsynchronized beats of vibrant sound,
When I bathed my body in a shower of raunchy salt; the world
outside seemed to be overwhelmingly tantalizing; with even the
incomprehensibly old seeming to bounce
euphorically with new found rigors of life,
When I bathed my body in plumes of black vehicle smoke; the
world outside seemed to be an obfuscated blur; with visibility
cutting down to almost an absolute zero and dynamic individuals
hopelessly tripping their footing even before they decided to
walk,
And eventually when I bathed my body in a compassionate
waterfall of her moist breath; the world outside seemed to have
vanished in entirety; didnt appear at all no matter how hard I

strained my eyes; for all I could feel; imagine; and appreciate

was her mesmerizing eyes and lips; the invincible seed of
romance; now palpitating turbulently in her heart as I touched
her.

40. IN ORDER TO SAVAGELY DIE

In order to embarrassingly fall on the ground; one must first try

to audaciously stand,
In order to vehemently cry aloud in astonishingly calm air; one
must first try to inculcate the virtue of uninhibited laughter,
In order to be blatantly illiterate; one must first try to imbibe the
meaning of sagacious and discerningly literate,
In order to be dismally gloomy; one must first try to flirtatiously
smile,
In order to be disastrously defeated; one must first try to
embrace exhilarating victory,
In order to feel gruesomely bizarre winds of freezing cold; one
must first try to experience the winds of inexorably blistering
heat,
In order to starve to unprecedented limits; one must first try to
eat succulent morsels of tantalizing food to the most gargantuan
of his heart's content,
In order to thunderously sneeze; one must first try to inhale in
fresh draughts of exuberant breath,
In order to get overwhelmingly wounded; one must first try to
valiantly brandish a sword and fight,
In order to remain as still and motionless as the morbid corpse;
one must first try to boisterously march at the crack of every
euphoric dawn,
In order to dance naked on the viciously barren streets; one
must first try embellish himself completely from fluffy head to
diminutive feet,
In order to hysterically scream; one must first try to remain
perpetually silent,
In order to fight unceremoniously with innocuous people
sleeping in their dwelling; one must first try to incessantly pray,

In order to blink indefatigably without the slightest of control;

one must first try to prudently stare for marathon hours on the
trot,
In order to perceive the most obnoxious stench existing on this
planet; one must first try to profoundly absorb the stupendous
scent of the scarlet rose,
In order to thunderously yawn in the midst of the bombastic
conference; one must first try to sit sagaciously for countless
hours on the desk; without budging the tiniest either to the
right; or the extreme left,
In order to break the glass into infinite splinters of serrated
mirror; one must first try to wholesomely admire his reflection to
unsurpassable extents; even after ghoulish nightfall,
In order to commit salacious acts of mortifying betrayal; one
must first try to wholeheartedly; and truly love,
In order to trip head on to the rock bottom of the obdurate
ground; one must first try to dexterously clamber up the
escalating and rickety staircase,
In order to go perpetually blind; one must first try to enjoy the
spell binding and mesmerizing prowess of handsome sight,
In order to disdainfully drown to the bed of the deep and
fathomless ocean; one must first try to uninhibitedly swing his
arms and swim,
In order to become barbarically dumb; one must first try to
eloquently speak and sing,
And in order to savagely die and brusquely relinquish breath;
one must first try and lead life; move his hands and feet for
existence; move his hands to blissfully survive.

41. MY GARISHLY STRIPED HELMET

Normally I would have fallen on the ground in a bedraggled
heap; as the colossal slabs of concrete tore loose and descended
from the terrace of the building,
But today I escaped without a single scratch to my scalp;
bounced about in robust exhilaration as the mammoth plaster
viciously struck my head.
Normally I would have emitted a thunderous yelp as I was
hurled on the obdurate road from my scooter; eloping at electric
speeds to the nearest hospital to receive exquisite medical
treatment,
But today I patted my skull in supreme satisfaction; inhaled in a
breath of incredulous contentment as I audaciously marched
forward after the entire episode.
Normally I would have seen shimmering stars in brilliant
daylight; as I bumped my head inadvertently in the doorway
while entering the house,
But today I was able to stare directly into the pugnacious fireball
of the Sun without batting an eyelid; immediately after the
ghastly anecdote unveiled.
Normally I would have taken out life from the boy; as he
deliberately hit me with a sharp stone; ran after him wincing in
inexplicable agony to try and wring his neck,

But today I hoisted him handsomely in my arms; fed him with a

flurry of ravishingly creamy chocolates; instantaneously after he
hit me with the bulky brick.
Normally I would have shot all those mosquitoes hovering
intransigently around my face; trying to irascibly infiltrate into
my skin to drink my precious blood,
But today I invited them open heartedly to chivalrously grace my
presence; infact asked them to invite the most remotest of their
friends to come and sing near my nose.
Normally I would have been squelched to raw pulp; cremated in
my coffin even before I died; as the monstrous bus ruthlessly
bulldozed its way over my innocent head,
But today I got up within fraction seconds of time after the
vehicle had skidded by; commented nonchalantly about the tyres
not being that heavy as they should have been.
Normally I would have been mercilessly electrocuted as streaks
of white lightening struck me on my naked skull; charring me to
colorless ash from head to toe,
But today I withstood the storm unflinchingly; rampantly ran
without the slightest of fear and circumspection; in the midst of
sparks and vivacious electricity falling all around in violent
tandem.
Normally I would have coughed incessantly; caught with severe
infections and disease as I weaved through the claustrophobic
streets of the crowded city,
But today I wandered a perfect double of my regular distance
remaining as robust as a resplendent apple; emitting tinkling
laughter; executing the smile of my life.
Normally I wouldn't have even got time to perform my last rites
and rituals; as the herculean boulder came hurtling down the
mountains; banging brutally with my
innocuous head,
But today I sat down for breakfast immediately after the
appalling incident; munched through the appetizing slices of
crimson radish with unprecedented relish.

And normally I would have fainted at every accident that

happened; every fall that I was inevitably subjected to; visited
disdainful ambulances time and again; stuffed more painkiller in
my stomach than mesmerizing food,
But today I sat on the throne like an unconquerably prince;
ready to take on the onslaught of the most thunderous of storm;
knowing that I would be immortally safe from all sides; as I had
adorned my all time darling; my rotund shaped and garishly
striped helmet

42. FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT

Every century looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it
would last till more than what the Creator could ever have

perceived; with the decades towering even higher than all the
continents of the Universe amalgamated together,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just devoured my first
morsel of food; and time had zipped past all those decades like a
flying tornado; faster than the speed
of light.
Every decade looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it
would last till more than eternity; with the years painstakingly
creeping in before completely unfurling,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just got up from my
last nights sleep; and time had zipped past all those years like a
flying tornado; faster than the speed
of light.
Every year looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be
more than the unfathomable sky in entirety; with the
conglomerate of months simply refraining to whistle by,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just batted my eyelids
quite inadvertently; and time had zipped past all those months
like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.
Every month looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would
be more invincible than the mighty deserts to conquer; with
each fortnight stabbing me more than a million thorns coalesced
together,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just finished my
celestial dream; and time had zipped past all those fortnights
like a flying tornado; faster than the speed
of light.
Every fortnight looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it
would be more boundless than the colossal ocean to swim in;
with each week whizzing like an
unrelenting mosquito; buzzing its discordant tunes into my
intricately sensitive eardrum,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just walked a single
step on this earth; and time had zipped past all those weeks;
faster than the speed of light.

Every week looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it

would be more Herculean than the summit of Everest to
conquer; with the coalition of half a dozen
days battering me disdainfully to the ground,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just brushed my curly
moustache; and time had zipped past all those days like a flying
tornado; faster than the speed of light.
Every day looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it
would be more tenacious than the fiery body of Sun to stare at;
with the marathon hours poking me like sizzling roads of steel
all over my body,
But believe me; not it seemed that I had just opened my mouth a
trifle; and time had zipped past all those hours like a flying
tornado; faster than the speed of light.
Every hour looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would
be more acrimonious than the blanket of vicious thorns to tread
on; with the persevering minutes engendering unprecedented
amounts of sweat to ooze from my arms,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just drawn a thin line
on the slippery sand; and time had zipped past all those minutes
like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.
Every minute looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would
be more treacherous than the haunted corpse loitering in the
graveyard; the seconds languidly inching towards the remotely
distant finishing point,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had hardly completed my
spurious yawn; and time had zipped past all those seconds like a
flying tornado; faster than the speed
of light.
Every second looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would
be more cumbersome than counting the entire battalion of stars
embedded in the resplendent
cosmos; with the irate tick-tick of the clock getting deafeningly
loud to bear as each instant assiduously revolved by,
But believe me; now when I was 90 years of age about to
relinquish life forever; it seemed that I has just inhaled in a
single draught of racy breath; and time had zipped past all those

moments when I was seductively beautiful and young; like a

flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.

43. BALANCE
The eagle soaring handsomely in the air; balanced itself adroitly
on its pair of long wings,
The car traversing like a bullet on the satiny carpet of land;
balanced itself beautifully on its armory of splendidly inflated
tyres,
The colossal building standing on obdurate soil; balanced itself
with nonchalant ease on its tremendously fortified foundations,
The cockroach transgressing mournfully towards the sordid
lavatory seat; balanced itself with precision degrees of control
on its fleet of multiple legs,
The gigantic tree looming large in the bountiful fields; balanced
itself amazingly on its jugglery of slender branches; its entwined
ensemble of juicy roots,
The boundless pages of the medieval history book; balanced
themselves dexterously on the flimsily serrated thread in the
absolute center,

The voluptuously rosy tongue; balanced itself marvelously

between the two
intricate chambers of mouth,
The impeccably flawless shirt; balanced itself gorgeously on its
entire festoon of rotund buttons; its dual pair of languidly
suspended sleeves,
The ingeniously crafted tiny brain; balanced itself tranquilly
between two synchronized hemispheres,
The sizzling cup of heavenly flavored tea; balanced itself divinely
between the edges and the compact bottom of the kingly ivory
cup,
The celestial waterfall culminating into an superlatively alluring
spray after smashing against the rocks; balanced itself
animatedly between the gargantuan cliffs of the indefatigably
towering mountain,
The corrugated carpet of road; balanced itself meticulously
between a dispersed fraternity of vehicles; ranging from as
varied as flamboyantly whirring cars to the impoverished and
diminutively squeaky bicycle,
The wooden body of big boat; balanced itself delectably between
its pair of gawky oars and the tumultuous fury of the rustic sea,
The perennial coat of absolute darkness; balanced itself
magnificently between the brilliantly illuminated day and the
shimmering wall of resplendent twilight,
The stubbornly protruding nose; balanced itself in splendid
unison between both the island's of rubicund cheek and the
merrily dangling earlobes,
The sacrosanct demeanor o the glistening bell; skillfully
balanced itself between the holy interiors of the temple and the
air circulating placidly outside,

The countless lines sprawled on the sweaty persona of palm;

stupendously balanced themselves between the long knotted
fingers and the sturdily sculptured wrist,
The dog inundated with fathomless fur on its skin; balanced its
intransigently curved tail between its abraded claws and angled
legs,
Every human trespassing on the trajectory of this planet;
balanced himself magnificently on his two feet and strong arms,
And every life spawned in this Universe by the Creator;
sagaciously balanced itself between its share of enchantingly
good and diabolically bad.

44. BEAUTIFUL DWELLING

For me it was a retreat where I could shout uninhibitedly;
without caring a damn about the pretentious society,

For me it was a castle in which I could parade with or without

my bombastic fabric; wear the most shriveled and bedraggled
attire of my very own choice,
For me it was a tunnel in which I could swim and frolic; applying
tons of slippery mud and wild grass on my supple body,
For me it was a hut in which I could dream unrelentingly all day
and night; without the slightest barricade or disturbance from
the horrendously conventional world,
For me it was an invincible fortress which sequestered my scalp
from brilliant
sunshine in the day; warded off the tiniest of evil in the
perilously shivering night,
For me it was a delectably placid heaven; where I could dance in
unprecedented jubilation anytime,
For me it was a sky of mesmerizing fantasy; where I could
conceive the most bizarre and wildest of things; and yet find a
right to stay blissfully alive,
For me it was an ocean of fathomless enchantment; where I
could stay in complete oblivion from the planet; and yet admire
it from my colossal balcony,
For me it was a warehouse of appetizing food; a ravishing
enclosure to appease my gluttony several times in a single day;
and that too masticating the meal of my choice,
For me it was a golden mattress embodied with flocculent buds
of raw cotton; where I could walk in my most natural state;
without adhering to the stringent norms of gaudy fashion and
pompous clothing,
For me it was a voluptuously blossoming garden; where I could
leisurely stroll at any stage of the acrimonious day; inundate its
interiors with the most wacky perfume of my choice,

For me it was a rainbow of vivacious colors; where I could

entertain myself to the fullest; nostalgically reminisce in the
glory of my innocuous childhood; without a
soul to interrupt me,
For me it was an asylum where I could behave like an insane
lunatic; let the diabolical part of me fulminate to its most
overwhelming capacity,
For me it was a laboratory to carry on my ingenious
experiments; keep evolving millions of lines of Poetry without
actually getting in the way of the intransigently unsparing
critics,
For me it was an inevitably precious jewel; which incredulously
augmented my existing charm; making me the darling of my
sacrosanct wife,
For me it was a sprawling playground scattered with umpteenth
number of alluring toys; a place where I could talk to my
children with the supreme freedom of a
crown prince,
For me it was a divinely temple; wherein I vehemently revered
and kept the idol of my God; prayed to it incessantly every
morning; before I eventually departed for interacting with the
disdainful world,
For me it was a fountain of boisterous activity; with each day
bringing in loads of unsurpassable excitement and astonishing
fun,
To be succinctly precise; let me instead curtail the lengthy
discussion; and sign off ecstatically by just saying; that it was
indeed my daintily adorable and beautiful dwelling.

45. EVERY DAY

In the beginning I perceived that if I consumed colossal morsels
of food at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother of
painstakingly masticating for the next couple of marathon
weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my devouring the same; that
hunger pangs in my stomach began to thunderously reverberate;
and in the end I inevitably compromised on scrupulously taking
in my meals; every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I bathed relentlessly at a
time; voraciously scrubbing my body with soap and stringent
antiseptic; then I would be saving myself the bother of
disdainfully taking a bath in cold water in every shivering
morning; for the next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my washing my persona; that
there crept an uncanny feeling in my brain of being disheveled
and dirty; and in the end I inevitably compromised on
meticulously taking bath; every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I walked indefatigably flexing
the muscles of my leg; then I would be saving myself the bother
of keeping even a foot on the earth; for the next couple of
marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of running inexorably on the
ground; that my legs pertinently ached to boisterously jog; and

in the end I inevitably compromised on robustly walking; every

day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I guzzled a complete well
replete with sparkling water at a time; then I would be saving
myself the bother of incessantly taking the pain of sipping liquid
down my throat; for the next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my gulping down the Natural
elixir; that my parched mouth pathetically cried for more
solvent; and in the end I inevitably
compromised on drinking water several times; every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I laughed in deafening
guffaws all night; then I would be saving myself the bother of
tenaciously stretching the muscles of my cheek; for the next
couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my uninhibitedly spreading
my teeth; that my stomach propelled me to giggle again; and in
the end I inevitably compromised
on fabulously smiling several times; every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I studied tirelessly; read
every piece of literature that layscattered in vicinity at a time;
then I would be saving myself the bother of straining my eyes on
intricate writing; for the next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my finishing the bulky
textbooks; that there arose an inscrutable curiosity in my visage
of knowing what was the speed of white light; and in the end I
inevitably compromised on diligently reading and imbibing;
every day.
In the beginning I perceived that if I wept hysterically;
passionately beating my chest with my tightly curled fists at a
time; then I would be saving myself the bother of shedding
precious tears; for the next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my crying spuriously; that I
witnessed a tragedy on the streets which compelled my eyes to
glisten in astonished horror; and in the end I inevitably
compromised of feeling sensitively for mankind; sharing peoples
inexplicable sorrow; every day.

In the beginning I perceived that if I fantasized and loved

vehemently at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother
of taxing my brain for the next couple of marathon weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my envisaging tantalizing
romance; that there arose an insurmountable urge in my
countenance to dream again; and in the end I inevitably
compromised of compassionately loving; every day.
And in the beginning I perceived that if I took in boundless
breaths at a time; then I would be saving myself the bother of
exerting the jacket of my soft lungs; rest in celestial peace
without pressurizing my heart; for the next couple of marathon
weeks,
But hardly had an hour elapsed of my exhilarating activity; that
there occurred an unrelenting gasp in my ribs for more fresh air;
and in the end I inevitably compromised of leading life slowly
and steadily; every day.

46. HALF A VICTORY

It nimbly swished its tail; as the blaring horns of boundless
trapped vehicles; deluged the membranes of its intricate ear,

It incorrigibly refrained to listen; payed a wholesomely deaf ear;

as hordes of people hooted in thunderous cacophony all around,
It nonchalantly exonerated all appeals by pedestrians to clear
the way; displayed its disgusting disapproval by a feeble flap of
its earlobe,
It stood in solitary silence in the midst of the boisterous activity;
preferred to gently lick its innocuous calf; rather than walking a
step forward; making way for the armory of mammoth trucks
blowing their horns to ultimate capacity,
It bloated pompously in conceited pride at the very thought of
being the most talked about; invited tiny toddlers to adorn its
back; even as their parents admonished them stringently of not
doing so,
It merrily lapped at water in an obsolete monsoon pond on the
pavement; as countless number of dreary passengers blurted a
volley of abuse; utterly famished
and miserably trapped in their claustrophobic jeeps,
It blissfully erupted into slimy cakes of cowdung; celestially
defecating its morning meal; as several denizens on the street
coughed and abysmally stuttered towards inevitable smoke and
suffocation,
It stupendously relished the inclement cold with its coat of
impeccably white skin; while the youngsters trapped way behind
in the haphazardly synchronized traffic; dreadfully envisaged the
face of their angry beloved; who would terrorize their cheeks
with tenacious slaps; for reaching embarrassingly late,
It fantasized for hours immemorial without fluttering an eyelid;
insipidly shook its body to drive away the festoon of cheeky flies
feasting on the folds of its neck; while infinite businessmen
jolted right from the midst of their harmonious sleep; ordered
the driver to abdicate their automobile; took to the wheel
themselves and swerved violently on the tarmac to catch the
evening flight in an absolute jiffy,

It playfully conversed with umpteenth others of its fraternity;

whispering its tale of anguished woes; standing like a formidably
impregnable fortress; in the center of the stridently clanging
traffic and frugal bits of free space,
It rubbed its nose on the ground deliberately to be sympathetic
for its impoverished self; while the inept police station resonated
in the throes of indefatigable shrill ringing activity; as citizens
resorted to the same in a last bid to reach the abnormally long
looking finishing line,
It slowly gallivanted around like an immaculately mute
spectator; sniffing about fruits strewn in vicinity which it
supremely cherished; while the crowds on the roads kept
augmenting; reaching an unprecedented zenith as the primordial
minutes unveiled themselves into marathon hours,
It took a short nap granting eternal rest to its overwhelmingly
overstuffed belly; while helpless plebeians shrieked and wailed
in fervently mounting frustration,
It inhaled in profusely divine long breaths; while the battalion of
haplessly stranded civilians staggered hopelessly for bellows of
fresh and ravishing breath,
It angrily kicked at a philanthropist trying to cajole it to shift its
dwelling to a safer haven; hovered its pugnacious horns for
evoking some moments of frolicking mischief; even before the
man could say sorry and exit,
It intransigently remained riveted to its place; although some
clever farmers tried to lure it with a packed bundle of green
grass and delectable leaf; thereby instilled in individuals all
around that patience is indeed the persevering virtue to
unparalleled success,
It awoke children in their cozy dwelling from their surreal day
dreams; as they gathered around its body to admire and play
with its marvelously lovely tail,

And in the end; when the thunderously deplorable sounds of

horns; the relentless cursing of people; the ambience inundated
with rampant mayhem; was getting a
trifle too much on its nerves to bear; the Cow still didn't shift a
centimeter from the heart of the road; instead urled its legs
snobbishly and sat; giving the humans
profoundly disturbed and distressed; their well deserved half a
victory.

47. 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,
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.

48. SWEET ALARM CLOCK

I marched rambunctiously up the steps to my office; greeted my

boss before anybody else could with a profoundly amicable
smile,
While he slept lazily on his cozy bed; even well past brilliant
afternoon.
I got ready for the high priority business meeting; sat in
synchronized harmony beside the delegate adorned in an
expensively embellished suit; with my pulse nearly racing out of
my heart,
While he nimbly turned his back from one side to another;
inadvertently shrugged at the flies hovering pertinently round
his cheek.
I bounced boisterously on the vacant streets at the crack of
glistening dawn; relentlessly admiring the Sun as it shone to its
most overwhelming radiance,
While he drew the quilt even more tenaciously over his head;
shielding his eyes even from the tiniest trace of white light.
I jogged fervently through the verdant lawns; with ravishing
grass incessantly tickling my dreary feet; letting infinite globules
of golden perspiration dribble down my arms,
While he emanated a volley of thunderous snores; inundating the
blissful atmosphere around with his disdainfully pugnacious
sound.
I dug gargantuan chunks of fresh soil with my hands as hostile
rays of afternoon filtered through my hazel eyes; sowed a cluster
of salubrious seed in every
visible quarter of fecund land,
While he dozed like the most treacherous demon on this planet;
sleeping invincibly with his bohemian feet pointing towards the
garland of resplendent stars.
I executed each of my task meticulously as the clock
indefatigably ticked; harmoniously carrying out all my duties of
the day without the slightest of
circumspection or bewilderment,
While he sucked his big thumb worse than a small baby; with a
mountain of silken pillow profusely enveloping his scalp.

I leapt in ecstatic jubilation in torrential sheets of voluptuous

rain; splashing my entire persona in the freshly sparkling stream
of seductive water,
While he mumbled incoherent words in his divinely reverie;
refrained to budge an inch; even as a battalion of red cockroach
crawled in his limp ear.
I immensely relished each shade of the day; flamboyantly
marched past the serene seaside; with the congenial evening
breeze kissing fabulously across my chest,
While he didnt even know the world in which he was living;
whether it was stringent morning outside or ghastly night.
I reaped the most blissful of merits in life; optimizing each
opportunity that came my way; climbing the ladders to
unprecedented success and irrefutable prosperity,
While he poked his tongue out a trifle; slavered pathetically at
the mouth; let the parasites around suck his morbid blood
without being perturbed one bit.
And the only difference between me and him was; that I woke up
with a jolted start every morning; as my sweet alarm clock
whipped the last ounce of my sleep with its deafening noise,
While he was left miserably asleep and doped till well past after
midnight; till when infact I had victoriously completed my full
quota of days; my complete quota of enchanting nights.

49. THE COLOR OF MY CHEEKS

The color of my cheeks was whiter than the innocuous Moon;
when I just got up from sleep with the first rays of ethereal
dawn,
The color of my cheeks was more crimson than the poignant
rose; when the girl of my surreal dreams; flirtatiously glimpsed
at my countenance,
The color of my cheeks was a morbid yellow; when I was
enveloped by the ominous swirl of ghastly fever,
The color of my cheeks was a tangy blue; as I reached the shores
after swimming voraciously for marathon hours in the
vivaciously salty ocean,
The color of my cheeks was a mischievous chocolate brown;
after I rhapsodically trespassed through a slippery slurry of mud;
and the rain thunderously pelting down,
The color of my cheeks was a brilliantly shimmering yellow; after
I stood for gigantic hours under the sweltering midday Sun,

The color of my cheeks was an incorrigible pink; as I entered my

dwelling after spending countless hours sandwiched between
colossal slabs of raw ice,
The color of my cheeks was a sparkling golden; after I scrubbed
them voraciously with stringently pungent cakes of fat
antiseptic,
The color of my cheeks was blacker than the deplorable coal
mines; when I starved myself for weeks on the trot; sat in an
obsolete corner sequestered wholesomely
from the outside world,
The color of my cheeks was an overwhelmingly ashen grey; as I
heard the news of the ship sinking; the treacherous tale of my
compatriots losing their lives under cold water,
The color of my cheeks was greener than the curled grass; when
I sat under the placid shade of the tree; with its astronomically
foliate branches flooding my senses with rejuvenated fervor,
The color of my cheeks was more transparent than the
scintillating mirror; when I was in a mood to convey the most
surreptitious of thoughts candidly,
The color of my cheeks was a fiery red; when I marched forward
in volatile anger; vindictively resolving to teach my erring
adversary the lesson of his life,
The color of my cheeks was more blended than a rainbow; when
a battalion of girls kissed them; all embellished with myriad
textures of swanky lipstick,
The color of my cheeks was a trifle hazy; as I freshly passed out
through the conglomerate of puffy clouds,
The color of my cheeks was a pathetic violet; as I consumed
frugal amounts of venom; to gently experience the process of
extinction,

The color of my cheeks was pragmatically normal; when I

intensely concentrated on my work; paid heed to nothing else
but the process called practical and routine life,
The color of my cheeks was celestially heavenly; when I had just
taken birth; exhaled my first breath on this mesmerizing planet,
And the color of my cheeks disappeared in entirety; floating like
an inconspicuous thread into remote oblivion; as I breathed my
last; as I was buried fathomless feet in my grave after being
declared dead.

50. BIG THUMB

When I held it dead straight and candidly in free space; people
thought I was being overwhelmingly rude and cheeky,

When I sucked it passionately in my mouth; people thought I was

just an innocuously overgrown child; unfit to exist in monotonous
society,
When I curled it stubbornly to form a fist; people thought I was
in an invidiously wild mood to punch and fight,
When I slanted it a trifle towards the left or right; people
thought I wanted a
brazen and speedy lift,
When I pressed it ardently on scintillating white paper after
dipping it in sapphire pools of ink; people thought that I was
illiterate; didnt even know how to prudently sign,
When I raised it above my shoulders for incessant lengths of
time; people thought that I gruesomely stranded; wanted to
abscond to more blissful places than the eerie mist surrounding
me,
When I folded it pathetically into boundless knots; people
thought that I was disdainfully maim; endeavoring my best
against crippled time,
When I tapped it relentlessly on the desk; people thought that I
was peevishly irritated; desired to be left in immortal peace and
all alone,
When I rubbed it voraciously across my armory of teeth; people
thought I had dropped freshly from the rustic village; wasnt
acquainted the slightest to contemporary toothbrush and
stringent paste,
When I hoisted it vivaciously towards my friends in times of
perilous examinations; people thought that I was wishing my
comrades all the very best,
When I probed it forward to sprinkle crimson vermilion in the
hair of my beloved; people thought I had tied the nuptial thread;
bonded myself into the swirl of sacred marriage,

When I ominously hurled in sedate atmosphere; people thought I

had intentions of breaking somebody's nose; waded back in
petrified terror,
When I obnoxiously pointed it downwards towards Black mud;
people thought I was in a mood to contemptuously insult;
ridicule sagacious entities to inconspicuous
dust,
When I caressed it on colossal slabs of white ice; people thought
that I trying to generate tremors of inexplicable excitement in
my languidly dreary persona,
When I whole heartedly offered it to kids to play; people thought
that I was extremely philanthropic; had this insatiable desire to
help human kind,
When I twisted it fervently to capsize the pen; people thought
that I was in an uninhibited spree to write,
When I engulfed it wholesomely with colored gloves; people
thought that I was involved in heinous crimes; was trying to
surreptitiously sequester my trail of vulnerable fingerprints,
When I feverishly bit it umpteenth number of times in the day;
people thought that I was encapsulated with incomprehensible
anxiety; was waiting for precarious time to rapidly unveil,
When I held it intractably against my lips; people thought I was
trying to intimidate them into brutalized silence,
When I amicably waved it towards the chair; people thought that
I instructing them to congenially sit and relish in fantasy,
O! My God; although it was just a short stub of fat flesh
protruding from my palms; my big thumb was really something
to ponder about; my big thumb was
incredulously astounding.

The End .