I toss around with lazy energy,
beads of water run down my mane,
my head burns like a piece of coal,
to conquer life is my ultimate goal,
my feet yield to unsustainable pressure,
trampling cold sheets of marble chips,
aggrandizing my tryst with misfortune,
my close rapport with ill luck.
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i gnaw my nails with great tenacity,
firmly tethered to their cuticles,
stuck to red raw flesh,
producing semicircular indentations,
on the nail and mind alike.
my pink tongue dances to,
a pentagon of blatant reality,
an unsubscribed figment of thought,
severing rainbows of desire,
achromatic saliva dribbling from my mouth,
a simple case of flagrant imagination
8. FLOOD
Black clouds vomited torrential rain,
streaks of lightning blazed through the sky,
bright light transited to doomsday murky,
flaming sun ball jailed within puffs of grey,
heat gods fast asleep in guest houses of monsoon,
as oblong droplets of water tumbled down.
drenching parched fragments of boiling soil,
washing tonnes of dust on tree leaves,
sweeping stubborn layers of noxious debris,
providing free baths to perspiring humans,
sprinkling coolant liquid on scorched birds,
dissipating chemicals from river bed,
depleting fresh whitewash paint off gaudy color,
prompting rivulets of water, to gush from drainpipe,
flooding coastal ocean, swelling domestic river stream,
with sheets of salty water encapsulating low land,
dismantling weak foundations of cheap bamboo,
tearing apart tin roofs from thatched hay,
uprooting tree roots from deep recesses of ground,
the rain continued with unrelenting fury,
sparing none in proximity with earth,
submerging visible land with pools of cloud water,
revealing passionate creation of water,
after arduous spells of steaming summer.
9. FOUNTAIN PEN
I scribbled innumerable lines of literature with it,
it was still ready to execute a umpteenth phrases more,
being as strong as an ox when it came to decoding thoughts into verse,
even when tested at bizarre limits of endurance.
i sketched glowing peaks of mountain basking in the golden Sun,
weaving articulate outlines of the encroaching shadows,
it yielded to the faintest of my caress; unleashing dark forms with fountain ink,
a true stalwart engulfing me in the times of difficulty.
i even used it for scraping minute blotches of dirt from my ear,
delicately tickling the inner soft skin with insipid strokes,
it obliged pathetically to whatever i did,
didn’t shed a tear from its eye; nor developed a retaliatory hole in its heart.
i filled it with surplus amounts of colored ink,
sprinkling the same with lots of glee on the faces of my counterpart mates,
transforming them into jocular clowns,
with an awe-inspiring caricature of white skin with opalescent paint.
i kept it well stuffed within the interiors of my waistcoat pocket,
lived with it for all night and Sunlit day,
it had fulfilled my insatiable desire to explore the world,
assisted me create the animate;and already burried,
i hardly skipped exiting my place of dwelling,
without the reassuring comfort of my chrome tipped fountain pen.
10. FREEDOM FROM LIFE
A trembling little heart,
unable to express itself,
capsized by the will power of others,
waiting to be free from this earthly form,
feeble to posses it,
escaping far away from the graveyard of miseries,
in the midst of tremendous fight for existence,
breaks free at last from the vice like confinement of self introversions,
like the core of the hot earth,
with molten lava gushing out at last,
after years of struggle and unrelenting strife,
which soon after eruption gets cooled by mother earth,
who cant let her surface be full of tears,
for if she starts weeping,
who will look after her millions of sons,
dying every minute of thirst, hunger,and inexplicable pain,
struck with horrendous grief,
with a bleak future ahead,and no bright lights
shinining yo guide them ahead,
leaving them in alone in a world of blood thirst and corruption,
to the never ending tale of gruesome death,
finding the true beating of the heart,
at least momentarily, in a river of gods love to surround,
never saying yes to love, peace,affection and faith,
trailing away from the mysteries of life,
closing sinful chapters of existence forever.
11. GARDEN HOSEPIPE
Plastic tube of high quality rubber,
crisscrossed like a reptile across vast expanse of lush green lawn,
fitted tightly to tiny apertures of gushing liquid,
sprinkling even sprays of water on irregular protrusions of land,
washing tonnes of dirt from broad leaf skin,
submerging patches of fallow land in wet pools of nutrition,
milking young seedlings with motherly caress,
filling empty mud bowls for the sparrows to bathe,
quenching thirst of scorched travelers passing by,
rendering baked tree branch unsuitable for firewood,
splashing it fiercely with straight missiles of water,
producing fountains of water when compressed subtly by hand,
a portable instrument for conveying gallons of water,
lambasting the soil with rockets of frothy spray,
flooding vacant crevices of land with buckets of minerals,
whitewashing walls of the stone brick house of years of accumulated dust,
enabling flower buds to blossom after few days of application,
smooth bodied exterior comprising a kilometer of length,
with several offshooting nozzles vomiting droplets of water,
having the potential of being used as a sturdy rope,
lying limp amidst the camouflage of entangled grass,
is my decade old and tubular green garden hosepipe
12. GARLANDS
Snakes slithered harmlessly in lush green terrains of lawns,
swishing their tongues viciously in the autumn breeze,
i stealthily encroached them with nimble feet,
hoisted them in the air, adroitly snapping their venom fangs,
wound them round my neck to relish the tender warmth of reptile garland.
the body of chameleon changed color with surrounding foliage,
its serrations stood erect when tickled by red brick,
as it glared devilishly at innocuous bunch of radiating insects.
i punctured its silhouette with needle arrow,
captured more of its species with meticulous proficiency,
adorned my slender neck with a garlands of dead chameleon.
i evacuated rich oysters from the carribean sea,
pilfered the shells to obtain a plethora of sparkling pearls,
weaved them with ultra thin floss of honey golden,
sprinkling the beads with pungent amounts of rose perfume,
i enveloped my persona with garlands of exquisite glistening pearl stones.
and finally when i engu
lfed my body in a festoon of her satiny hair,
a celestial fragrance emanating from the natural sheath of black,
my heart underwent uncontrollable convulsions,
finally yielding my entity in complete submission to this inexplicable garland of love.
13. FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT
Brown smoke rose from the tall chimney,
sinister eagles glided creating powerful draughts of wind,
grey lizards swished their tail as they clawed upwards,
dried moisture from the river bank descended on the tapered structure,
engulfing parched skin of concrete with paltry amounts of natural coolant.
high up in the tower dwelt a grizzly haired man,
solitude camouflaged him in totality,
shriveled bones of his body shone prominently,
silky white beard flowed majestically from his facial contours,
adorned he was in godly robes of saffron gold,
each of his finger was studded with a mystical charm,
there lay a crystal globe abreast of him,
which he presumed dissipated entangled enigmas of life.
an affluent man met him with loads of hope,
bereft he was of precious centers of life bestowing vision,
he had groped about in darkness ever since he was born.
the eccentric saint stared at him for long hours,
commanded him to kiss the crystal trophy, containing perfumed mountain shrub
and water,
sprinkled all parts of his persona with pinches of turmeric powder,
smeared his eyes with a paste of rabbit whisker and boiled mushroom,
chanted spell bounding rhymes with proficient ease,
swayed like a maniac expending all energy possessed by his wrinkled feet,
the transformation that occured was breathtaking, transparent globules of water welled up in the mans eyes,
blurred outlines of the room became slowly visible,
decades of agony in dark seemed to be fading fast,
he could now see the razor sharp outlines of ducks in the river,
as fresh rays of morning Sunlight caressed him with their full might.
14. THE GENTLE GIANT
They poured buckets of icy water over him,
drenched his body with steaming hot soup curry,
added pinches of sea salt on his lips,
tickled his eardrum with feckless strokes of bird feather,
left an army of red ant on his body to wander,
tonsured his scalp of thick curls of hair,
pushed and probed his flesh with red hot pokers of wood,
ignited a plethora of wax candle on his chest,
fed hollow regions of his eardrum with a cluster of stinging jungle mosquito,
lambasted him brutal strokes of the snake leather whip,
shouted at deafening voices, beating hands in despair on his flabby chest,
as the unscrupulous giant slept in tranquil peace,
unperturbed by the thunderous commotion stabbing umpteenth parts of his body.
He had been cast a spell by the goddess of sleep,
To lie dormant for centuries till he existed,
Unfazed by all power on earth,
There was not a soul who could wake him up from sleep.
That’s when they executed the following on sudden impulse,
they laid a drum of cooked sweets beside him,
Appetizing fruit juice filled in transparent jars,
Cooked morsels of fish and rice at his feet,
Round pancakes with frosty butter sandwiched in his hands,
they poured a river of pure honey on his belly,
Placed an ornate plate of sizzling turkey caressing his demon lips.
The metamorphosis that occurred placed us in enigma,
Torrential snores of the giant were now being disrupted,
The heavenly aroma of food had thoroughly tickled Cupid zones of his heart,
The smell of boiled toffee exploited his penchant for sweets,
He flinched a couple of times before regaining wholesome consciousness,
And when he stood upright, it was an astounding sight for one to witness,
He stood 100 feet tall, with a long hair cascading down his nape,
The gentle giant now ate the food with gusto,
Devouring occasionally mouthfuls of juice,
Quenching his thirst for the agonizing period of sleep.
15. A MODERN KITCHEN
Round colored balls of crystal glass,
oval shaped mugs of bone china,
engraved impressions of fish on thermos flask,
tiny cutglass bowls for consuming vodka,
heat resistant specimens of pressure cooker,
heavy safety valves curbing escape of steam,
circular rubber rings sewn with fire proof material,
frozen refrigerators cooling a factory of food,
hi-tech microwave boilers nursing unburnt meals,
hollow iron drums storing yearly food grain,
vibrating grinders for softening curd,
tetra burner cooking range warming milk,
large butcher knives for slicing jackfruit,
sleek bottle openers for releasing tin caps,
penta cavitied toasters for roasting bread,
large alloyed vessels for baking egg,
tri cylinder apparatus for filtering ground water,
slimy water bowls for wiping utensils,
corrugated iron sticks for grilled barbecue,
well spun coarse cloth for rubbing hands and stain,
shady compartments of exhaust vents,
obliterating traces of harsh light,
tin metal dishwasher scraping stubborn dirt,
cane baskets holding a bunch of spoon and fork,
small cuplets filled with
chilli ,pepper ,salt, coriander seed. etc,
multifold light bulbs fastened to ceiling,
with dedicated housewives preparing mouth watering dishes,
and a pitcher of beer on the granite slab,
is a glimpse of the 20th century modern kitchen.
16. FREEDOM –