PART 2
I pedal my bicycle furiously,
at unearthly hour of midnight,
ripping past juicy breeze of the summer month,
with increasing pressure on coiled springs,
compressed in plastic interiors of cycle seat.
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frenzied movement of muscular leg,
thorough dismantle of combed hair,
watery mucus flowing through square nose,
body sac filled with pouches of exhilaration,
deactivating tense network of frayed nerve cell,
releasing trapped energies of my mind,
sweat drops of hate oozing out,
venom webs of complication snapping apart,
stale air gushing from wide open mouth,
cleansing dirt from contaminated platelets of blood,
i gradually arrive by the silent river side,
park my sleek bike on angular stand,
securing it with locked chain metal,
descend down the steps of the river,
splash my feet depleted of footwear,
with body blows of wind across my chest,
in the luke warm waters of the holy ganges.
17. WHEN GOD OPENED HIS MOUTH
When the crimson crested parrot opened its mouth,
gruff sounds; astoundingly similar to humans emanated from its beak.
when the elephant opened its mouth; hoisting its trunk to speak,
a roaring echo diffused with volatile bursts of emotion.
when the striped black leopard opened its ferocious mouth,
there came out sounds resembling thunder clashing in the sky,
silencing all animated commotion prevalent in the township of jungle.
when the slime painted frog opened its cupid mouth,
disenchanting notes of harsh music flooded the atmosphere.
when the boisterous honey bee opened her tiny mouth,
sounds of infuriating buzzing dismantled the harmony of air.
when handsomely coiled reptiles on the ground opened their venom mouths,
poignant noises of hissing pierced the alacrity of stringent breeze.
when the cow in green pastures opened her amicable mouth,
timid sounds of indolent mooing blended perfectly with the succulent grass.
when the furry sheepskin dog opened its cannine tipped mouth,
gruesome growls expurgated;initiating infinite hair on body to stand.
when a bunch of humans opened their articulately shaped mouths,
there came galloping fast;tales of intellect and imagination.
and when the omnipresent personality of Godhead openedhis mouth,
one could see the entire universe revolving inside,
undulating terrains ,turbulent sea's, flaming persona of the sun, silver silhouette of the moon,
dense tropical forests; sparkling waterfalls of crystal water,
the creator sparingly uttered few words of wisdom,
embodied with the supreme aura of righteousness,
which was still the magical verse centuries after he created man to live and let live.
18. HABITS
The crimson grey clouds have an obsessive habit to cry,
inundate barren regions of earth with surplus amount of fresh water.
the washerman has a stringent habit of washing blotted cloth,
scraping tonnes of dirt with adroit strokes of wooden batten.
the city traffic police have an impulsive habit of waving their sticks,
cant help but do so, even when in realms of deep sleep.
the soil has a bountiful habit of giving birth to blades of wild grass,
when fed with paltry amounts of achromatic water.
the sheep on mountains have a routine habit of walking in clusters,
weave their way through interspersed regions of the jungle leaning on one another.
the birds in the sky have extravagant habits of chirping incessantly,
convey the innermost of their feeling via this medium of coherent music.
the saline waters of sea are prone to habits of crashing against chains of rock,
falling with a loud thud on the shore when imparted turbulence by the moon.
the milkman has an infuriating habit of delivering milk in wee hours of the morning,
waking people up from domains of celestial sleep.
the dog has a noninvasive habit of barking vociferously at strangers,
wagging its tail when jubiliant,in criss-cross fashions dismantling the harmony of air.
the venomous snake has lethal habits of consuming baby milk,
injects its poison while relishing the same with slender tongue.
politicians worldwide have chivalrous habits of making promises,
fail to deliver the same when floating high in webs of corruption.
striped lizards have denfensive habits of squirting blood when attacked,
change their color with nonchalant ease to strangulate unsuspecting prey.
i had an unrelenting habit of running till i found paradise on earth,
bathe under the crystal springs of mesmerizing nature,
live in transcendental oblivion sheltered from pragmatic realities of life.
19. HAIR CUTTING SALOON
Thick mirrors of transparent glass,
slates of graphite stuck to wall,
big bottles of shaving foam,
flammable containers of liquid spray,
a tetra assembly of royal chairs,
with protruding headrests of cushioned rexin,
fluorescent light rods producing blue light,
arrays of scissors made of stainless steel,
razor switch blades in plastic shells,
brown hairbrush with artificial teeth,
polygonal cans of medicated shampoo,
soft white towels dipped in hot steam,
aromatic hair oil in copper tins,
giant clock hung to wall nail,
electronic hair drier suspended from a jugglery of wires,
wooden boxes of talcum powder,
tantalizing odour of body cologne,
huge paint brush coated with black dye,
rectangular green tablets of antiseptic soap,
flocks of silky hair lying dead on the floor,
offering a wide range of services like,
haircut,massage,facial,bleach,
special shave and shampoo bath,
with an iron safe for stacking currency notes,
and a large tumbler of cool water,
shaping hairy demons to presentable gods,
as i stretch my legs,
in the crowded ambience of the hair cutting saloon.
20. HAIRSTYLES
When i molded long strands of my hair into slender curls,
fastening them with strings of sticky elastic rubber,
with infinite fibers of black cascading down like a fountain,
my manly exteriors transited to those of a daintily adorned teenage girl.
when i submerged the wild mass of my hair in an exact liter of coriander oil,
they slept in tranquil contentment on glistening regions of my scalp,
refraining to budge an inch in stormy sheets of inclement weather,
dying a disdainful death without savoring the true taste of life.
when i sheared bulky loads of my hair with a pair of pocket jacknife,
rustic pathces of my scalp potrayed an alien look,
the humming bees sung merrily on the barren islands,
my head now resembled polished briquette's of coal;sprawled with white powder.
when i camouflaged my scalp with beads of pure silver,
adhering sedately to rudimentary bits of yellow gold,
it appeared as if possesed a dungeon of riches,
with parasitic individuals of the society pilfering through my house of bare brick.
when i ton
sured my skull completely of hair,
gently plucking the last bits of floss with my knotted fingers,
my scalp got scorched in acerbic rays of the Sun,
sparkling a pure ivory white in resplendent beams of the moon,
i was a grotesque sight to stare;as people offended me with pools of ludicrous laughter.
when i parted my hair in exact equal halves,
sprinkling the central rift with pinches of crimson vermilion powder,
riveting braids of scented flower with scrupulous proficiency,
i looked strikingly similar to the traditionally living indian women.
and when i finally combed my hair with casual strokes of the serrated brush,
splashing jagged stubs of my beard with revitalizing cologne,
kneading my hair vigorously with piquant extracts of blue whale fish,
i could be sighted unanimously by one and all;as a truly authentic volatile man.
21. HAIR
Bald patches of earth bore olive green hair of silken grass,
which swayed frivolously with swift currents of winter breeze.
snow white rabbits had a furry shock of hard hair,
galloped at electric pace through winding lanes of the valley.
lethal alligators were adorned with a bush of needle like hair,
glided with languid energy through deep waters of the jungle river.
the maple trees possessed wild hair projecting from their roots,
gave birth to a cluster of sweet fruit tumbling down with sporadic outbursts of wind.
pure bed sheets of silk had a plethora of feeble hair,
ready to get brutally crushed at instantaneous contacts of bulky flesh.
the disheveled body of chameleon had sprouts of razor edged hair,
tickled masses of insects,bare walls of brick as it clambered up with difficulty.
long handle of broomstick had infinite hair of cheap cane,
scraped trapped molecules of dust and loiter from remote corners of kitchen walls.
the sparkling surface of ocean had ravishing hair of salt,
struck colossal portions of jagged rock with unparalleled intensity of a wild tiger.
a bundle of crisp currency note had concealed hair of ecstasy,
had the tumultuous power to purchase all animate objects on mother earth.
all humans born had fragile bunches of hair emanating from their scalp,
the same grew into islands inhabited by deceit and lechery,
as advancing years crept,vanquishing immaculate hair of childhood,
into traces of everlasting oblivion.
22. HANDS
Hands can spin webs of magic,
some hands can sketch artistically,
some write in majestic fashion,
some can covert molten wax into jeweled statue,
some can rotate pointed spindles,
some can juggle multiple balls at a time,
some can compose exquisite poetry,
some chop living tree with axe,
some can swim through tidal currents,
some can repair dilapidated machinery,
some can create electronic toys,
some plough brown fields of undulating mud,
some distribute amenities of life,
some drive speedy race automobile,
some prepare delicious fodder for survival,
some can excavate oil from tunnels of earth,
some can stitch firmly loose fragments of cloth,
some can dance to beats of high pitched music,
some perform intricate surgery of heart,
some can play enthusing cricket,
some play masterly games of chess,
so far, so good,
but there are hands coated with blood,
stubby fingers ,unshaven hair,
merciless disposition,brutal force,
waiting to dismantle all the good,
tearing apart to complete shambles,
blissful personalities from earth like mine.
these constitute what we call,
hands of mother destiny.
23. HARMONY
Parrot green buds of nimble grass existed in harmony with the soil,
sprawled with rampant ease engulfing acres of barren land,
when the rain plummeted down from the sky in plenty.
a plethora of birds sailing at high altitudes lived in harmony with the wind,
gliding like small angels with adroit strokes of their wings,
traversing thousands of kilometers with the sky, wind, and light as their savior.
the slimy bodies of fish survived in complete harmony with the sea,
swimming with their silken grace through tidal currents of choppy spray,
procreating their offspring’s in salt tunnels of ocean water,
having the tumultuous capacity of toppling cruise liners,
when inhabiting the colossal form of smoke grey whales.
the rustic stature of a country dog lived in harmony with its tail,
wagging it with uninhibited passion while spotting a friend,
curling it tightly between its legs when attacked by a hostile bunch of humans.
a cluster of animated squirrel existed in perfect harmony with the tree,
traversing through hollow cavities, aided by staccato movements of their body,
munching and relishing sprouts of bountiful green foliage.
freshly extracted pails of cream lived in co-ordinated harmony with the cow,
oozing with melodious rhythm from her ripened teats,
satisfying insatiable desires of consuming unadulterated milk.
millions of humans on earth survived in harmony with Sunlight,
thoroughly dependant on the first rays of dawn to start work,
and pitch dark beams of night to fall in a sedative trance,
a blissfully refreshing, celestial sleep.
24. WHEN MY HEART CEASED TO FUNCTION
When sensitive tunnels in my eardrum stopped functioning,
amicable voices of chirping birds failed to cast an impression,
stringent sounds emanating from vocal chords of my mother,
struck me as inaudibly sedative whispers of the girl i immensely loved.
as rosy pink fangs of my tongue shut down without prior notice,
there were insatiable urges to demonstrate my emotions,
my face contorted with hapless paralysis,
with my whole being plunging into opalescent fountains bereft of water.
when indispensable centers of my vision rebuked to function,
hazy blobs of grayish scarlet inundated my eyeball,
intricate outlines of the moon resembled disheveled chunks of ice-cream,
the catastrophe had marooned me on a paradise of dreams,
divested of the philanthropic power to see.
as my stolid pair of my feet brusquely froze in their advancing tread,
minuscule distances of the city; loomed menacingly as marathon race tracks,
the simplistic idea of walking seemed bizarrely austere,
infinite compartments of my body tugged me towards untimely slumber .
when clusters of my knotted fingers shunned to work,
mystical enigmas in my brain unleashed themselves at frantic pace,
flowery lines of contemporary literature seemed to erupt from my mouth,
with my manual apparatus unable to transform fantasy into written reality.
and eventually when boisterous threads of my heart relinquished vibrations,
gallons of crimson blood flowing transited to deathly blue,
rubicund complexion of my skin developed patches of febrile yellow,
my moistened breath evaporated in its rudimentary roots,
and i bid a tearful adieu to mother earth;which i had inhabited as a man for 50
long years.
25. A HEARTY BREAKFAST
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I coated roasted bread periphery with surplus extracts of cow butter,
stuffed hollow spaces between twin slices with squashed tomato curry,
baked round crystalline egg to fluffy proportion,
crushed a pair of sour lemon to form appetizing juice,
flooded polished interiors of glass with blood red wine,
sliced infinite biscuits of farm fresh radish,
blended chunks of mustard seed in huge jars of ground well water,
dropped sizzling pieces of goat meat in gigantic foils of silver,
ripped open olive green coconut shell with slender butcher knife,
peeled wild skin of fleshy orange after feeble resistance from the fruit,
decorated the slimy surface of exquisite marble,
with bulky slabs of chilly ice-cream,
sprinkled pinches of pure salt on visible patches of spiceless food,
laid a cluster of hybrid grapes in minuscule baskets of cane,
filled miniature soup bowls with clear paste of noodle and garlic powder,
chopped with deft strokes of skill entangled bundles of cauliflower root,
burnt sugar to chocolate brown in low rising flames of electronic stove,
rubbed green chili sticks with volatile force on my lifeless lips,
opened sliding glass panels of the green house roof,
to let in revitalizing draughts of the mountain air,
reclined and sank in the plush upholstery of king sized chair,
to relish the concoctions and recipe which were simply for morning consumption,
listening to enlightening tunes diffusing softly, from plastic pellets of my portable walkman.
26. HELL AND BEYOND
Dragonflies entered entangled mass of my intestine,
black scorpions clambered up conical face,
venom spiders spun silky webs in my mouth,
red termites stung naked patches of my flesh,
colossal pythons embraced me in a strangle hold grip,
wild creepers curled themselves choking concealed arteries of my throat,
sharp blades of sword caressed limp hair on my chest,
concentrated curry of salt was poured on body,
spiked leather whips lambasted salt soaked regions of my back,
flaming embers of coal were placed in my eye,
a cluster of alligator were left berserk to roam beside me,
a ball of pointed thorn was placed before me to eat,
buckets of fuming acid were emptied over my feet,
a plethora of sewage cockroach was thrown on scalp hair,
i had just arrived a few hours ago,
the surface of land was scattered with dead bone and skull,
there was gruesome darkness everywhere, without a trace of dawn and light,
it was raining incessantly, with the rain drops being of pure blood.
weeks elapsed as the torture continued unrelentingly,
a sudden spurt of blindness gushed past my eyes,
strong beams of light emanated from his persona,
a golden aura encompassed his facial contours,
he proclaimed himself to be the God of hell,
enumerated the list of my brutal misdeeds on earth,
charging me with heinous crimes, murder, and assault on the innocent,
dictating orders to subservient followers of tormenting me,
left as abruptly as he had appeared,
leaving me to bear the brunt of what we perceive in common parlance,
as hell and beyond.
27. HER HEALING ASHES
There were cubes of white ice strewn on the floor,
melting into paltry amounts of water when licked by Sunlight,
transiting into a solidified mass when kissed by the placid moon,
i entered the room with a hand bleeding profusely,
inserted my palm beneath a slab of frozen liquid,
thereby ceasing the flow of trickling blood,
eliminating stabs of bursting pain with inexpensive plaster of ice.
i was engulfed in a coat of mud slurry,
tonnes of broken debris lined collar and scalp,
ugly sores and bruises projected from several parts of body,
that’s when i decided to step in the steaming shower,
scrubbed myself with huge tablets of antiseptic,
cleansed traces of moisture with blow dryer guns,
despite my valiant efforts,
the blood i noticed was still oozing.
i then applied stingy amounts of my mothers ashes,
which i had diligently preserved years after she died,
a magical transformation took place,
the scenario to witness was priceless and spellbinding,
the stream of flowing blood froze in its roots,
hard crusts of brown now replaced the torn pulp,
tears of gratitude rolled down my cheek,
she still cared for me, couldnt see me in agonizing sorrow,
she was still there with me in my time of distress,
sleeping with a celestial bliss in those grey ashes,
which i had stashed safely within lock proof interiors
of my cherished safe.
28. UNBIASED BEAUTY
I covered my body with pure silk garment,
sprinkled wild shrub extract on countless pores of skin,
shaved my face of the minutest of hair with Flintstone,
oiled scalp root hair till they shone like gold,
massaged my arms with sandalwood paste,
bathed in perfumed water cascading from the mountain,
rubbed teeth enamel with neem tree bark,
adorned eyelashes with wax mascara,
crushed lotus petals with my feet,
polished my nails with rose nail paint,
evacuated moistened sweat with cologne tissue,
slept on king sized bed filled with iced water,
walked through dungeons dripping with grape vine rain,
cut slices of peach with diamond studded knife,
rolled wildly in heaps of talcum powder,
transforming my wheatish flesh to snow white.
licked my lips with slimy tongue,
accentuating their blood red colour,
i then stared in the mirror,
awaiting kingly handsome flashes of reflection,
the thick glass reflector vomited artificial beauty,
echoed that true splendor lies in unbiased love,
residing deep in dormitories of throbbing heart
29. HIDE AND SEEK
The steaming island of Sun played hide and seek amidst the smoke grey clouds,
peeping sporadically with stringent tenacity,
filtering with flamboyant exuberance pallid spots of the galaxy,
fumigating dirt and stench with antiseptic rays of dazzling light.
tranquil contours of the moon played hide and seek between brown sandwiches of
mountain,
illuminating the gruesome blackness of arid night, stuck like perpetual glue to azure carpets of the sky,
imparting placid waves of passionate moisture to scorched patches of earth.
a cluster of woodpecker played hide and seek in an ambience of foliated trees,
chirping affable rhymes in melodramatic unison,
gliding no invasively past an assemblage of tall hawthorn bush,
taking frequent dips ,submerging their weary in the crystal stream of silken
white jungle water bodies,
truckloads of golden sawdust played hide and seek in an environment of mighty
edifices,
blowing in feverish exhilaration with torrential draughts of wind,
incessantly covering exposed portions of stainless glass pane,
intruding upon the intricate coat of snow white eye,
enveloping polished arenas of space with blotches of disdainful mud. r />
articulate webs of conscience play hide and seek with the good and bad,
yielding predominantly to insatiable desires of evil,
succumbing with languid ease to lucrative options of crime,
seldom adhering to persevering routes of immaculate truth,
falling prey to hollow caves of affluence and superficial glamour.
30. HINGES
The gigantic silhouette of neem tree rested on hinges of tender roots,
embedded firmly at colossal depths from surface of ground,
anchoring the mighty structure for centuries till it swayed in the breeze.
polished teak doors studded with brass leaned on hinges of pure metal,
thoroughly oiled, lubricated with whale fat grease,
maneuvering with dexterous ease at instants of proximity with curled finger.
pearly white waters of the gurgling waterfall rested on hinges of the bare mountain,
plummeted down the barren slopes at breathtaking speeds,
diffusing into Herculean amounts of frothy spray,
while colliding with the obdurate trajectory of black rocks.
cat combed hives of the humming bee spun their homes on hinges of foliage,
bustled with feverish activity through speeding hours of the clock,
stuffing multiple pores of their tree top den,
with loads of freshly manufactured sickening sweet honey.
a plethora of birds flew with spurts of newly found energy,
resting lucratively on broad hinges of their wings,
relished the supreme freedom of sighting the world from infinite paces above
the ground.
i envisaged of sleeping on blissful hinges of love,
hinges luminating large with vibrant possession,
which could be provided only by unprejudiced feeling,
the person i possessed in mind, body, and spirit,
held captive deep within sensitive chambers of my heart,
the person i cared for above all denominations of the hollow society.
31. THE HISTORY TEACHER
I listened with rapt attention to the sonorous voice,
my feet were locked in recesses of tight boot,
body besieged with several coats of salty sweat juice,
hands trapped in dark realms of trouser pocket,
loose chalk powder smeared on curls of scalp hair,
large palms soaked in a blend of fountain ink and perspiration,
with a carton of paper sprawled before me,
bulky textbook volumes to be read for the day,
i was getting restless by the passing clock second,
as streaks of grey camouflaged the sky,
droplets of fresh monsoon pelted down in savage fury,
large masses of mundane crowd shouted in animated glee,
while me and my counterpart mates absorbed the stringent voice of our history
teacher.
the situation had risen beyond limits of tolerance,
our hearts throbbed in mounting excitement,
scorched bodies of ours bathed in pools of exhaustion,
each syllable he uttered struck us with magnified intensity,
restless feet trampled the sun baked floor,
while our teeth clusters gnawed every possible inch of object in proximity,
as we formulated mischivious plans of getting respite,
from crowded interiors of the obnoxious classroom.
we collected small pinches of red chilli extract,
ground it into small fragments of powder mix,
hurled it in chorused unison towards the man who taught us in dedication,
galloped out to smell waves diffusing from freshly soaked mud,
as the history teacher held his face in contorted dismay,
admiring the extravagant courage of aspiring youth existing in the brand new
millennium.
32. HOUSE BOAT
The straw brimmed hat bobbed on the surface of the sea,
sleek motorboats churned through white froth of water,
pearly white shark glided harmlessly beneath a plethora of marine shrub,
the sun blazed violently from behind dirty grey cloud covers,
strong pouches of wind caused the waves to rise sky high,
thereby toppling the hat into deep territories of the emerald green ocean.
high powered torch beams cut tranquil stillness of the night,
the huge mast danced tantalizingly in the breeze,
large walls of timber were coated with wax paint,
conical rooms were fitted with paraffin lamp,
there were a battalion of mice on the kitchen floor,
pungent aroma of maize whisky floated in the air,
a pandemonium of voices rose in chorused unison,
crackling fires burnt on the broad steel deck,
menacing octopus roasted on barbecue grills,
blasting tunes diffused from the programmed loudspeaker,
gentle silver light of the moon engulfed their bodies,
big drops of the salt and mineral struck them in frenzy,
the gypsies were having the time of their lives,
with several hours left before the next brilliant dawn,
and a host of sea food bubbling in red hot steam of the oven,
as the two storeyed house boat gathered spurts of speed,
galloping towards realms of the distantly stretched Black horizon.
33. THE HOUSE LIZARD
Clawed feet stuck to concrete wall,
emanating wildly from my 10 cm body,
propagating sandpaper effect as i run,
traversing few miles of territory,
stealthily encroaching communities of insects,
nibbling spider with my lips,
gulping ants, mosquitoes, swarms of flies,
feasting myself on tender bird egg,
bread crumbs, stale fruit, cheese chunks, i ravish,
inhabiting faulty crevice in decayed plaster,
clinging all night to high voltage bulb,
breeding in pitch dark corners of gutter pipe,
several of my shape i procreate,
with tiny beads of twin black eyes,
shooting a fountain of blood when attacked,
climbing high rise structures devoid support,
i have a lengthy period of survival,
prowling boldly into the cleanest of environment,
flickering my tail when provoked by kin,
possessing the capacity to regenerate it,
i'll trespass in your house with informal ease, I need no invitation,
O! yes i am indeed a dirty brown house lizard
34. A HOUSE WITH SEA WATER
Reacting to wild suggestions of fantasy,
obsessive desires of throbbing heart,
maniacal flow of thoughts going berserk,
impulsive desires gaining momentum,
and rock hard sugarcane stalks melting in dry compartments of my mouth,
i dreamt of the following,
chalking plans to reinforce it at some stage,
as and when,
my feet took complete stranglehold of the soil on which i tread.
a king sized room riveted to tight cane roof,
tall slabs of wall made of white crystal mirrors,
towering columns carved of ultra light metal,
hollow interiors filled with saline sea water,
artificial springs of red liquid cascading down a gallery of rock,
electric grey dolphins gliding with silken comfort,
infinite lotus shrub floating in tranquil peace,
glass aquariums of fish suspended from golden rope,
i would then ride in my sea horse boat,
parading through an ambience of man-made sea,
speeding across undulating currents of condensed salt,
finally plunging myself he
ad on,
into the tap warm waters of my created ocean,
swimming with the underwater fish for as long,
as my breath could last within dark brown jackets of my lungs.
35. HOUSES
If i lived in a house blended with ripened banana,
clusters of the fresh green fruit extruding in abundance from the roof,
i wouldn't have to cook my meal; surviving handsomely on slices of sugary white pulp.
if i resided in a house made of invincible steel bereft of corrugations,
and the beds being of molten iron curry,
i would seldom fall into bouts of sleep; roaming around wildly in sheer insomnia.
if i dwelt in a house impregnated with fearsome alligator skin,
bold premonitions of the monster encroaching would nictitate in my mind,
prompting me to sweat even in the freezing winter night.
if i occupied a house painted with cow dung plaster,
with fresh cakes of goat manure adhered to the floor,
the preposterous stench would suffocate me to unwarranted death.
if i slept in a house made of articulate time pieces,
the needle hands ticking in obstreperous unison,
i would continue to inhabit this earth with a niggling consciousness of evanescent time.
if i occupied a house with symmetrical holes in the roof,
with barren spaces impersonating clerestory windows,
water would cascade down torrentially in the monsoon,
transforming my abode into a sea of fresh liquid.
if i established my entity in a house juxtaposed with slabs of yellow gold,
also an incessant cascade of sparkling silver from the tall roof,
i would be sure of wasting the remainder of my life counting the affluence i possessed.
and if by chance i procured a house in sacrosanct realms of heaven,
with fairy god mothers flying around,
the philanthropic personality of almighty ready to converse with me all day,
i would consider myself as someone blessed with the most cherishable house of all.
36. THE HUMAN BREATH
It occurs all day and night,
through hairy pipes of soft flesh,
contracting and expanding the lung apparatus,
consuming vital oxygen from atmosphere,
bellowing crisp draughts of air in blood,
inflating belly pouches for flash seconds,
imparting vibrant energy to pounding heart,
embracing throat windpipe with soft cushion,
prompting production of waste in chambers of gas,
reinforcing body defense to disease,
radiating natural air conditioning in flesh stuck to skeleton,
regenerating worn out tissue cells,
purifying dark red liquid flowing through veins,
filtering shell stones from kidney sac,
heating cheek and ear when done rapidly,
reinvigorating intricate parts of brain,
occurring in gasps, shallow inhalation, puffed sensations,
even at work while in deep waters,
impossible to be stopped for more than a minute,
an involuntary reflex possesed by all living,
striking against sticky nasal foreign matter,
while entering the body,
is the beautiful and reliable human breath.
37. TRANSITIONS
Dusty demeanor of the stone transited to sparkling grey,
as big crystal drops of rain fell in frenzy from the sky,
diffusing into multiple bubbles of clear froth,
evacuating streaks of dirt from morbid exteriors,
abandoning it with glowing tinges of torrential rain.
dilapidated walls of the tumble down hut transited to fortified enclosures,
as whirlwinds of silver sands struck them with brutal force,
steel grey waves of the sea deposited gallons of water,
and coconut trees shed their leafy clothes in plenty,
enveloping bare shivering walls of the coastal mansion,
with loads of compassion and benevolent warmth.
pitchers full of frosty milk transited to solid jelly,
when injected with volatile currents of frozen air,
placed on bulky slices of transparent ice,
exposed to bitter cold conditions of alps laden with snow,
the luke warm cow milk found no remorse,
yielding to vagaries of weather,magical prowess of frozen water.
hearts in tumultuous agony transited to fainter shades of sorrow,
as a person sobbed hysterically losing refined degrees of control,
saline tears rolling down his victimized cheek,
filtering colossal burdens from spaceships of mind,
releasing a flurry of emotions cascading down as salt water,
revitalizing him of the overwhelming distress and the mountain of misdeeds,
he lay listlessly sunk deep beneath.
38. I FELT GOOD
I felt good while swimming in choppy waves of the tidal sea,
diving underwater to have subtle glimpses of the aquatic fish.
i felt good gnawing at the rudimentary apple protruding from the tall tree,
ripping apart succulent chunks of the fruit with boisterous fervor.
i felt good plucking dead grass from nimble soil of earth,
tickling my ear with a blend of humid mud and spongy tufts of grass.
i felt good when i drank pure extracts of violet grape vine,
slept like a demon relinquishing the agonies of routine life.
i felt good when i stared at the enchanting demeanour of the sky,
spent all night counting innumerable numbers of resplendent stars.
i felt good when marooned without aid on an desolate island,
leading life in solitary calm, catching small fish with thorny sticks of wild bush.
i felt good when i perceived my childhood in transparent fossils,
visualizing myself clinging tightly to the plump silhouette of my mother.
i felt good when clambering steep slopes of the mountain,
pilfering the loose soil with large treads of my rustic feet.
i felt good when sprinkled with bountiful amounts of lotus spray,
rolled on stone cold arenas of floor with my body clad in royal silk garment.
i felt good when whistling indigenous tunes sitting on my mud house roof,
coating barren walls of my dwelling with cakes of cowdung plaster.
i felt good working with scrupulous care; perspiring in the fuming Sun,
being thoroughly applauded for the onerous tasks i had accomplished.
i felt good in close proximity of her tender arms,
her Luke warm breath drifting down my nape,
the mystical spell of her love embracing me in a vice like grip forever.
39. I STOOD BENEATH
i stood beneath the gurgling waterfall plummeting down the mountain slope,
with icy coats of air slapping my face,
felt tingling sensations creep all over my exhausted persona,
drowning me in an ocean of unfathomable euphoria.
I stood beneath blazing roof of the fiery Sunball,
A swarm of flies buzzed incoherently in my ear,
Blistering carpets of heat stabbed fragile pores of my skin,
As I bathed in the vicinity of the open street in ponds of perspiration.
I stood beneath the dense camouflage of leafy tree,
Melodious rhymes of the cuckoo entangled frayed nerves of my mind,
Rain showers of water diffused from the clouds,
I slept on the bed of wet jungle weed with colored grape fruit strewn beside me.
I stood beneath a roof of pure silk cloth,
Ultra thin threads of floss tickling my nostrils,
; The aura of luxury encapsulating impoverished zones of my mind,
Drifting me temporarily away from pragmatic realities of life.
I stood beneath the mystical idol of God all life,
Praying incessantly without reprieve,
Refraining from cumbersome work and daily tasks,
Visualizing quintals of grey notes to cascade from the statue,
My reverie was abruptly broken ,
I heard in disdain the message floating loud and vibrant,
The idol admonishing me to perspire and bleed,
Shed costly tears in abundance, develop stains of mud on my immaculately
white shirt,
To pay the rent for the iota of space I occupied on mother earth.
40. I SAW
I saw big shards of glass hurtle down the multi-floored building,
i saw well oiled elevators bounce on cushioned spring,
i saw sparkling river water transit black at Sunset,
i saw spongy tufts of grass with gold patches of castor oil,
i saw thin needle levers of watch complete clockwise journeys,
i saw hungry street dogs devour chunks of left over meal,
i saw steaming hot tea extract being poured in tapered glass mug,
i saw expensive ball point refill full with condensed ink,
i saw sandstone palaces basking in silver light of the moon,
i saw boiled candy sweets in air tight bottles of blue crystal,
i saw coiled python skin crushing its prey to death,
i saw snow white shoes with jet black knotted laces,
i saw emerald green coconuts containing ripened sweet water,
i saw shabbily attired beggars with bruised metal bowls,
i saw twin winged aircraft rolling on the carpeted tarmac,
i saw an army of ant with food grain stuffed in their antenna,
i saw gigantic fluffs of cotton leaking from dwarf potted plant,
i saw barrels of kerosene stacked neatly at the grocery store,
i saw a bunch of hard banana projecting from forked tree branch,
i saw towering church spires with king sized bells of brass,
i saw blood red wine adhering to polished interiors of champagne bottle,
i saw power propelled water craft churning through the sea,
i saw barbaric Tarzan swing merrily on twined bamboo roots,
i saw dark grey lizards on infinite spots of house wall,
i saw splendid portraits of articulately carved Indian God,
i saw wooden bridges with side margins of puristic ivory,
i saw hunch backed camel strolling through parched terrain of the desert,
i saw frozen balls of snow tumble down slopes of the Swiss mountain,
i saw ultra light butterflies float gently in moisture laden air,
i saw brittle hen eggs simmering in intense fury of the gas flame,
i saw fat cubes of molten cheese stored in cool comforts of the freezer tray,
i saw square shaped sodium bulbs burning incessantly through the night,
i saw gold rings studded with several diamonds cut in semicircular shape,
i saw acres of farm land with straw stuffed statues of gruesome scarecrow,
i saw a cluster of tiny wooden sticks coated with fillings of fire lead,
i saw tablets of pink soap lying dormant on chipped slabs of marble,
i saw toy fairy dolls with twin pairs of sapphire blue eyes,
i saw heaps of black charcoal stashed within open spaces of timber wood,
i saw live shows of stars in the London planetarium,
i saw pools of achromatic saliva decaying in vicinity of hospital bed,
i saw mammoth footsteps of elephant feet embedded in loose soil,
i saw the stars twinkle in exuberance at the onset of twilight,
i saw the sea waves rise to a crescendo as clouds wept torrential rain,
i saw menacing vultures tearing away flesh stuck firmly to tender bones,
i saw tantalizing black cloth fluttering in the rustic breeze,
i saw streaks of deathly silver flash across the ravishing sky,
i saw beads of multiple pearls pop out from humid recesses of oyster shell,
i saw denim grey whales toppling huge assembly of concrete ship,
i saw carved blades of ceiling fan flood the ambience with fresh air,
i saw the gardener sprinkle tepid water on bald patches of mud,
i saw the ambulance zip across the city at electric speeds,
i saw gutter water oozing out from neglected pores of sewer drains,
i saw the humming bee depositing gallons of sickening sweet nectar,
i saw the cricket ball soaring high in the mass of lowly suspended cloud,
i saw snake leather purse inhabiting pockets of cotton trouser,
i saw gaudy colored posters projecting from air-conditioned cinema halls,
i saw a battalion of soldiers marching through territories of upright thorn,
i saw people beating drum with long sticks of sliced bamboo,
i saw bundle of holy thread crisscrossed on sweaty palm,
i saw frogs croaking noisily at amazing depths of the century old well,
i saw wild shrub grow on barren landscapes after initial spells of rain,
i saw sail boats containing fish tied to pier abutments,
i saw the pouched kangaroo take volatile leaps through the jungle,
i saw the mesmerizing idol of lord Buddha in stone and studded gold,
i saw bicycle tyre trampling tons of compact earth road,
i saw exquisite curtain drapery obscuring harsh rays of midday sun,
i saw dark green leaves of full grown lotus flower,
i saw the steep slope of the hair raising valley,
i saw crumbs of bread slice roasting in heat compartments of the toaster,
i saw icy bed sheets of lake water,
i saw the mighty snatching wealth from the feeble and weak,
i saw brutal terror prevalent in minute quarters of the globe,
i saw the earth burdened by evil doings of fellow beings,
i thought i had seen enough,
my mind was bursting like a volcano with traces of hot lava,
it was time to put brakes on weird mental imagery,
reinforce intricate body mechanisms with,
holistic amounts of blissful sleep.
41. I WALKED BAREFOOT
When i walked barefoot on a cushion of jungle thorn,
the blazing sun boiling moist portions of bald earth,
with blistering waves of heat stabbing naked spots on my skin,
i felt a rich gravy of blood trickle at rapid pace from my sole.
when i walked barefoot on dying embers of seasoned lumber
sparks of red coal flying sporadically in the air,
a blend of grey ash and mud stinging my tender eye,
i felt like a slaughtered chicken with tumultuous numbness enveloping my body.
When I walked barefoot on frozen coats of ice,
Icy winds of snow caressing my unwashed hair,
With mercury dipping an abysmal low below freezing,
I felt blood in infinite veins of my body starting to transit into a solid curry of
cold water.
When I walked barefoot on a large slab of cake,
The heavenly aroma of crushed cherry tickling starved hair of my nostril,
An icing of molten sugar now juxtaposed with my toe nail,
I felt concentrated waves of euphoria descend down my entity.
When I walked barefoot on the luxury coffin holding one of my kin,
Ghastly blows of sorrow encompassing my trembling body,
Hysterical sobs emanating from dormant regions of my throat,
I felt as if the world had come to a mute standstill,
The creator had promptly vanished,
leaving me deserted, to face the worst ago
ny walking barefoot.
42. I WANTED TO PAINT
I wanted to paint ornate flower petals with spring water,
swallow the residue of perfumed liquid dripping down its stalk.
i wanted to paint blue chipped marble floors with freshly extracted cow butter,
roll violently in the grease for several days on the trot.
i wanted to paint chicken flesh with hot ginger curry,
boil it in steaming water blended with a plethora of vegetable.
i wanted to paint bare walls of the castle in crimson color,
engrave mystical designs on it with my uncut fingernail.
i wanted to paint tall poles of the maple tree with extremely saline sea water,
lick as long as my tongue could last, spicy patches of tree shivering in the breeze.
i wanted to paint my toenails with brilliant red dye,
dance on the sun with blistering light filtering through delicate pores of skin.
i wanted to paint my hair with golden honey,
expose them to the atmosphere for the birds to feed.
i wanted to paint barren patches of land with blades of lush green grass,
sprinkle the infertile land with gargantuan amount of goat manure.
i wanted to paint white canvas with swashbuckling strokes of feather brush,
draw a sketch depicting blissful territories of the globe.
i wanted to paint immaculate walls of her heart with my thick blood,
pray that the scripture lays imprisoned for decades till we exist.
43. I WANTED
I wanted to be a part of the kingly orchestra,
dance wildly all night flexing dormant muscles of my body.
i wanted to swing in silky webs weaved of spider thread,
drown in the saline ocean amidst an ambience of grey whale.
i wanted to devour large chunks of unripened banana,
roll in silver sands with awesome amount of rain tumbling down.
i wanted to smell the sugary aroma of brilliant red rose,
bathe in shower taps oozing an incessant flow of golden honey.
i wanted murky clouds soaked in sandalwood to tickle hair in my nostril,
swim through frightening deep areas of the water pool.
i wanted tonnes of salt in the food i consumed,
walk on sparkling floor smeared with rich quality grease.
i wanted a compact wrist watch studded with roman numerals,
sleep all night in a cane straw house high up in twined branches of neem tree.
i wanted to plunge into the dark valley with a parachute attached,
sip violet grape juice at painstaking speeds from the crystal glass.
i wanted to gallop across mighty currents of African wind,
feed the fishes in the tank with minuscule grub and crushed bone.
i wanted to help all in distress and afflicted with pain,
earn gargantuan amount of wealth to achieve the same.