Read Hide and Seek - part 6 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems Page 2

struck its naked persona.

  The mango tree appeared enticing and voluptuous; with a conglomerate of brilliant shell adhering to it faithfully,

  However the same replicated and impoverished beggar; as a battalion of red ant and woodpecker; nibbled passionately at its flaccid fruit.

  The fir tree looked enchanting in the moonlight; producing sweet volley of rustling voices,

  However as snow fell unrelentingly from the sky; its branches drooped towards the slope; unable to bear the tyranny of ice any longer.

  The Banyan tree appeared impregnable; with its century old roots dangling impeccably like compactly entwined threads,

  However it developed a series of gaping holes in its silhouette; as a fleet of parasitic termites attacked it voraciously from all sides.

  The Fig tree looked a sight to feast under the blistering Sun; with rubicund slices of fruit embellishing its persona,

  However as the diabolical owl inhabited it at night; people shirked away from it in utter abhorrence; as much as they had initially loved it.

  The Lemon tree growing in my backyard appeared pretty phlegmatic; slowly gyrating with the breeze; bearing a bunch of poignant fruit,

  However it soon dried up into a mangled heap; when I inadvertently forgot to feed it with salubrious manure and water.

  And the Tree of Our Immortal Love looked the most splendid of them all; bearing perennial fruit in all seasons; unhampered by the onset of the most thunderous rain and snow; unperturbed by the pandemonium going on in the world,

  It had stood the test of all times; stood as formidable as the Omnipotent Creator; for fathomless centuries; even after we had evacuated the soil of this earth.

  6. FIREWOOD AND BEER

  When I lit a fire in the peak of sweltering summer; with the Sun dazzling to a fiery radiance in the sky,

  Amalgamating pieces of dry logwood and scores of incongruously shaped leaves,

  Adding several sheets of crumpled paper along with a plethora of dilapidated brick,

  The conflagration caught fumes rapidly; with amber flames leaping at electric speeds towards the clouds,

  However I soon extinguished the blaze splashing gigantic buckets of river water; as I could no longer bear the tumultuous heat; with large beads of sweat trickling down my nape.

  When I lit a fire under the ominously dark sky; with the thunder clouds partially obliterating my gaze,

  The Sun playing hide and seek like a frivolous maiden; appearing for flash seconds; then disappearing again for marathon hours of time,

  An ambience of ethereal blackness encompassing the atmosphere; with birds making their journeys homewards,

  The majestic peacock spreading the plumage of its kingly feathers; to mesmerizing semicircles,

  The fumes no doubt rose to unprecedented heights; however they soon subsided in entirety; as torrential showers of rain came pelting down.

  When I lit a fire midway through autumn; with tropical trees sporadically shedding their foliage,

  Gathering dead chunks of dilapidated timber; impregnating them with a bulky sheaf of burnt grass blades,

  The tepid stream waters gently striking my dreary toes; profoundly accentuated ripples causing high rising waves,

  Melodious chirping of the nightingale permeating the air; with a conglomerate of enchanting sounds,

  The fumes had a merry time as they swirled in the air; however I annihilated the same; beating them frantically with gunny bags; as they interfered with the moderately cool air hitting my eyes.

  And when I lit a fire amidst the snow clad mountain; in the acridly blowing breeze of chilly winter,

  Painstakingly managing to ignite the lumber twigs and leaf; rekindling it incessantly with intermittent applications of the rake,

  Shielding it from the irrevocable onslaught of gusty winds; camouflaging it under a canvas tent,

  A drum replete with lager beer placed by my shivering persona; I felt warm waves of heat instantly soothing the array of goose bumps formed on my skin,

  Expressed gratitude from the inner most core of my heart; to the firewood and beer for saving my life from the freezing cold

  7. YOUNG AT HEART

  The leaves of the tree withered at the onset of autumn; rendering it as bare and a pathetic sight to witness,

  Atlhough the body and trunk were still alive; did scream passionately as the wind slapped and caressed them.

  The most majestic of reptile shed its skin while undergoing a metamorphosis of seasons; partially annihilating its grandeur,

  Although its slithering body still traversed in circuitous routes; and its fangs were ready to strike injecting lethal venom.

  The mountain sheep had their fur sheared for weaving thermal contrivances; leaving their appearance as shabbily disgraceful,

  Although they still wandered in harmony on the colossal slopes; bleated in unison as dusk stealthily approached.

  The austere Sun God shed its brightness as nightfall took over; resembling an insipid reflection of its original identity,

  Although it still shone brilliantly the next morning; illuminating stringently every bit of cloistered gloom.

  The slender iron nail lost all its gloss as monsoon showers poured incessantly from the sky; giving it a deplorable appearance,

  Although it still maintained the capacity of being embodied in the wall; and still had the hostility of piercing the inflated balloon.

  The fermented barrel of milk lay bereft of immaculate white color; resembling worthless chunks of flaccid curd,

  Although it still produced an extremely piquant taste; had reasonably high levels of salubrious nutrition.

  The flying birds sheds infinite numbers of feathers each day; looking bedraggled after being stripped of their kingly plumage,

  Although they still retained the power to fly; soaring high up in the air and procreating their progeny.

  The banana after peeling its intricate skin appeared as dilapidated urchin; shivering uncontrollably in the wind,

  Although it was sumptuous and relishing to eat; and its pulp caused ravishing sensations in the buds of taste.

  The biscuits of gold after losing their shine; resembled the mundane coin; failed to captivate attention,

  Although they still had the same value; could fetch their owners an astronomical fortune when judiciously traded.

  And all the old folks traversing the streets; looked a sight to profoundly sympathize; clinging tightly to their walking sticks,

  Although they still had the power to love; the power to overwhelmingly fantasize; as they were young and innocent at heart

  8. THE PUNCH

  When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to the brim with bountiful food grain,

  There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which some settled in my nose; partially obscuring my vision.

  When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff; infinite molecules of gas escaped in fury,

  There was an obstreperous sound produced; which almost ripped apart intricate arenas of my eardrum.

  When I punched the colossal sized melon with my fists; the shell broke open into incommensurate halves,

  A myriad of fleshy splinters flew everywhere in the air; and the slimy juice languidly cascaded down my immaculate face.

  When I punched the solid baked brick; exerting tumultuous pressure against its navel,

  Shards of disdainful concrete entered my crystalline eye; alongwith a series of fracture that enveloped my knuckle.

  When I punched the heavyweight champion in the solar plexus; there was a conglomerate of fetid sweat droplets that stung me with alacrity,

  His esteem got thoroughly provoked and he pulverized me to dust displaying his overpowering brawn.

  When I punched biscuits of pure gold; glittering impeccably in the enchanting moonshine,

  My fingers acquired faint tinges of yellow; and I profoundly regretted the wastage that I had produced.

  When I punched the venomous reptile tha
t hung from the tree; trying to frivolously fondle with its skin,

  The monster bared its fangs in vindication; hissing vociferously and eventually inserting its deadly poison in my flesh.

  When I punched the assembly of scintillating mirror; it diffused into a myriad of minuscule fragments,

  My reflection now appeared comically distorted; and droplets of crimson blood oozed from my palms as an aftermath.

  When I punched the power horn in the truck; applying unrelenting pressure from my wrists,

  There was a deafening noise that was produced; instantly overpowering the natural ethos prevailing in the atmosphere.

  And finally when I punched my heart; using the full power of my hands,

  There echoed only once voice; there seemed only once face; and there seemed only one God; and all of them were my mesmerizing beloved.

  9. COILED SPRINGS

  I leapt audaciously from the balcony rail; hurtling at full speeds towards the obdurate ground,

  However I escaped without a scar to my skin; and all my bones solidly agglutinated to each other.

  I plummeted from the top floor of the edifice; increasing my velocity as I approached the ground,

  However I got up instantly a few seconds after the fall; smiling frivolously at the austere Sun.

  I jumped from the aircraft flying at unprecedented heights; floating gradually towards the earth,

  However when I did land; I thoroughly maintained my stoicism; and refrained to cry.

  I plunged from unfathomable heights of the diving board into the pool; cascading as straight as an arrow into the