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Life = Death volume 10 Poems on Life , Death

By
Nikhil Parekh

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My style of Poetry / literature is unique and has never
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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
Book of Records India , limcabookofrecords.in - which
is Indias Best Book of Records , Ranked 2nd in the
World officially to Guinness Book of World Records .
You can visit me at - nikhilparekh.org ; to browse my
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Friendship , Life , Death , Environment, Wildlife ,
Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood , Humanity ,
Social Cause , Women empowerment , Poverty ,
Lovers , Brotherhood - at this website you can also
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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 34 differently titled Poems , is actually
volume 10 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. LIFES A BRILLIANT MIXTURE OF IT ALL
2. SYMPATHY IS WORSE THAN DEATH.
3. PATIENCE-THE GREATEST ARTIST
4. FREE
5. MODERN DAY DEVIL- MONEY
6. FANTASY
7. IN MY SEARCH FOR LOVE.
8. MY POETRY
9. POINTING BACK- QUESTIONINGLY AND
UNFORGIVABLY AT YOU
10. INDIFFERENCE-THE GREATEST DIFFERENCE
11. DISASTROUSLY ABANDONED ME
12. YOU'D DEFINITELY HAVE TO COME BACK 'TOBBY'
DARLING
13. TOBBYMY DARLING EVERYBODY
14. 31ST DECEMBERMY ULTIMATE HERO.
15. EVERYTIME-AFTER I MADE AND ROSE IN THE SPIRIT
OF LOVE
16. DEEP OCEAN OF SECRETS
17. EVERYTIME MY HEART PALPITATED FOR EXISTENCE
18. HE WHO DEFINITELY KNEW THAT HE'D DIE.
19. WHEN I WASN'T WRITING POETRY.
20. BRUTALLY BROKEN HEART
21 JUST WHERE WERE YOU?
22. IN OUR SUCCEEDING LIVES
23. DANCE UPON EVERY CHANCE.
24. KILL THE SMOKE. STAMP THE CIGARETTE. QUIT

SMOKING FOREVER.
25. MAN-THE BIGGEST HYPOCRITE
26. WRITING POETRY
27. SWEAT BATH
28. HUMAN EMOTIONS
29. MIRACLE WARMTH
30. THROUGH THE EYES OF NEWLY BORN RAT
31. OPEN MOUTHED YAWN
32. WHAT IS THE USE
33. FANTASY MEAL
34. BEAUTY IN PURE CANDLELIGHT

1. LIFES A BRILLIANT MIXTURE OF IT ALL


Is life solely about benevolently donating each passionately
eclectic instant of yours; to every tangible and intangibly hapless
fragment of deteriorating living kind?
Is life solely about fervently loving someone so much; that brand
new definitions of love were immortally embedded once again in
every perceivably suspended ingredientof the invincible
atmosphere?
Is life solely about fantasizing beyond the realms of the ordinary;
plunging deeper and deeper each zipping second; into an
unfathomable gorge of inscrutably uncanny excitement?
Is life solely about inexhaustibly admiring every single of the
Omniscient Lord's infinite creations; transforming into the truest
poet at the tiniest insinuation of blossoming nature divine?
Is life solely about befriending everyone around you irrespective
of caste; creed; religion or tribe; and irrespective of whether it
was the worst of your enemy pugnaciously staring down the
whites of your eyes?
Is life solely about titillating the obscurest bud of taste in your
tongue; with the most inimitable cuisines directly from the lap of

mother nature; for a countless hours in a day?


Is life solely about indefatigably sermonizing the ideals of
symbiotically peaceful existence; which you'd yourself imbibed in
each ingredient of your blood; as you'd unflinchingly traversed
through every of its lane?
Is life solely about burying your face unimaginably deep into the
bosom of your sacred mother; and then feeling the most
unconquerable man alivein the cold-blooded face of even the
ghastliest of death?
Is life solely about living out even the most bizarre of your
whims and eccentricities to the fullest; walking on your self
created cloud nine all the time; as long as it didn't the tiniest
hurt any living kind?
Is life solely about triumphantly breathing in the spirit of
unassailable humanity; and unsparingly beheading even the
most obfuscated trace of the devil; to amorphously feckless
chowder?
Is life solely about incessantly singing hymns of beauty;
perpetuating even the most robotically dilapidated cranny of the
atmosphere; with the freshness of miraculously blessing
creation?
Is life solely about sizzling each unfurling second in the flames of
adventure; precariously teetering on the edge of space; yet
feeling the adrenalin rush towards the ultimate summits of
paradise?
Is life solely about earnestly saluting each act of altruistic
kindness; falling in due obeisance only in the feet of immortal
love; as it spread like a magicians wand in each poignant
heartbeat alike?
Is life solely about looking forward to the optimistic rays of
tomorrow; untiringly rising everytime you hopelessly flounder
into nothingness and fall; to become the eternal scent of a new
dawn?
Is life solely about timelessly finding your very own inimitably

priceless identity amidst a pack of satanically pouncing wolves;


challenging the tyrannical norms of destiny to chart the pathway
of your own dreams?
Is life solely about irrefutably saying no to even the most
diminutive insinuation of dreaded lies; torching the mortuaries
of lackadaisicalness forever with the Omnipresent flame of
truth?
Is life solely about developing relationships more insuperably
thicker than those of the 'blood'; where the tide of humanitarian
compassion and friendship beautifully transcended over one and
all?
Is life solely about reliving those impeccably golden moments of
the exuberant past; transiting back into those fresh cries of birth
where the whole world for once becamea cradle of
magnificent togetherness?
No. It never was 'solely'; but life's an emphatically brilliant
mixture of it all.

2. SYMPATHY IS WORSE THAN DEATH.


Sympathy makes an organism feel dreadfully weakas if the
world around it had metamorphosed into a coffin of morose
blackness; though an infinite streams of scarlet blood still ran
enthusiastically through each of its blessed veins,
Sympathy makes an organism feel lividly inferiorwith every

living being in vicinity appearing to be a boundless times


stronger; though they both were royally equal by the grace of
the unparalleled Omnipotent Lord,
Sympathy makes an organism inadvertently lick decrepit dust
whereas it should've been unflinching marching forward in the
fervor of bustling youth; head held high with its compatriot
organism and only bowing down before the Lord Almighty,
Sympathy makes an organism a veritably devilish parasiteforever leaning and sucking upon its good-willed befriender;
though volcano's of latent energy itched to fulminate from each
of its robustly handsome veins,
Sympathy makes an organism wholesomely lose its own voice
as it started to profusely relish the extravagant attention and
care; preferred to fantasize about the things that it'd like to do in
life; rather than honestly sweat it out and reach there,
Sympathy makes an organism overwhelmingly finicky and
fastidious about the tiniest of thingsagain and again finding
faults with the most majestically perfect of creation; as there
was always a person to wholesomely commiserate with its every
eccentricity and peevish demand,
Sympathy makes an organism haplessly infertile-pathetically
unable to indulge into even the most sensuously bountiful
pleasures of life; as inevitable habit compelled it to let others
complete its job of proliferating its very own kin,
Sympathy makes an organism miserably fail again and again-as
the inexplicably stabbing blackness that it'd enshrouded itself
with; incorrigibly denied any beam of optimistic sunlight to
triumphantly creep in,
Sympathy makes an organism look frenetically naked even when
fully clothed-as it indefatigably kept begging for being fed even
that morsel of food; which lay copiously sprawled right into the
center of its palms,
Sympathy makes an organism an irrefutable devil on the prowlinexhaustibly searching for that shoulder to baselessly weep;

and then disgustingly sleep-float in an unfathomable ocean of


tears,
Sympathy makes an organism a dreadfully unbearable burden
upon the planet-as it neither wholesomely died nor lived; just
kept flagrantly loitering in-between the dormitories of certainty
and uncertainty,
Sympathy makes an organism hopelessly deteriorate into
nothingness with every unleashing minuteas his unstoppably
taking the support of others; made his very own spine rust and
eventually crumble to inconspicuous dust,
Sympathy makes an organism an irrevocably maimed beggaras
he shamefully lost all his ability to sight; hear and fearlessly
speak; wantonly clinging like a deplorable leech to the panic
button of every second person on the street,
Sympathy makes an organism a coffin of cursed negativityspreading the wretched stench of satanic dependency upon
every step that he dared tread; and thereby maligning the true
spirit of symbiotically independent life,
Sympathy makes an organism lose all priceless self respect-an
attribute which was profoundly embedded in each of its veins
just like an infinite other of its counterpart; right since its very
first divinely breath,
Sympathy makes an organism look like an invisible ghost infront
of the mirror-such an abominable jinx that was impossible to
break; once it surreptitiously passed itself on upon another
equally insipid organism,
Sympathy makes an organism come to such an exasperating
stagethat it started to unceasingly ridicule its very ownself; as
there virtually none else in this world who was as inconsolably
sick and helpless as its rapidly flailing form,
Sympathy makes an organism come to an earth-screeching
lifeless haltas after a period of time every door on the Universe
brutally shut up on its deliberately tear stained face; and that's
when the true reality and hardship of life hit it right in the

center of its eye,


And sympathy makes an organism entirely dead even in the
heart of exuberantly infallible life-a lifelessly fetid carcass which
was spat upon and shunted by every section of the society; even
before it could try lifting its very first footstep on soil
by itself

3. PATIENCE-THE GREATEST ARTIST


Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to profoundly admire even the most infinitesimal droplet of rain
that cascaded from the sky; eventually absorbing into deep
recesses of parched soil?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to notice the streaks of latent agony lingering in the afforested
land; where the truant man played the most ruthlessly barbarous
devil of his kind?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to untiringly appreciate the most orphaned first rays of the
evanescent golden dawn; which filtered a fresh chapter of
beginning through cold-bloodedly damned blackness?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to blend even the most intangibly dying ingredient of your blood;
with each vivaciously exuberant stripe of the enthralling rainbow
in enigmatic sky?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to feast every pore of your miserably emaciated nostrils; on the
ecstatically unfettered scent of the freshly rain soaked mud?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to be an integral element of every stillness of the atmosphere;

the perpetual silence enshrouding -which unveiled a countless


mysteries untold of wandering man?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to conceive a boundless steps towards eternal success in your
mind; before you could even alight the first physical step on
veritable soil?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to be tolerant to every fraternity; caste; creed that existed in the
human race; inseparably coalesce with allto spawn into an
unassailable singular mass of living kind?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to treat each anecdote of the severest failure with a smile in
your stride; and yet optimistically treating each sunset as the
messiah to the next Sunrise?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to talk to your very ownself; miraculously soothe your
traumatically frazzled nerves with the unflinchingly fearless
baritone that wafted from your throat?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to distinctly distinguish even the tiniest bird in the flapping in
blue sky; just by the inimitable ebullience in its wondrous chirp?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to feel the astoundingly unparalleled goodness of creation; even
amidst the most bizarrely slipping particles of hapless quick
sand?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to make friendships with the most alien; sharing each
estrangement of your heart like being the greatest pals of all
times?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to grant a philosophical expression to even the most mundane
thought of your mind; delve into the more inscrutably tantalizing
version of vibrant life?

Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt


to capture even the most intricately vacillating shades of mother
nature in the whites of your eye; to spurn enamoring poetry in
each tear drop of untamed joy that dribbled down
your cheeks?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to caress the obscurest contours of your silhouette in the ripples
of the placid lake; loving each aspect of your persona so that you
could thenshower the same bountifully upon countless more of
your living kind?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
to read someone else's mindintransigently concentrating upon
each bead of sweat that culminated upon the terse creases of the
forehead?
Wasn't it while waiting for somethingthat you inevitably learnt
the art of love to its unabashed fullest; stretching the fathomless
boundaries of your brain to beyond the definitions of
monotonous conventionand into a heaven of impregnable
beauty?
Ah well ! Irrespective of what people say and would keep opining
till the time they had voice and the earth existed-'Patience' for
me is the greatest artist and brings out the greatest artist in you
Isn't it irrefutably true ?

4. FREE
Free. The very word perpetuated even the most hopelessly
deadened persona; forever and ever and ever; with rays of
magically unfettered and inimitably priceless hope,

Free. The very word metamorphosed even the most shrewdly


castrated of businessmen; forever and ever and ever; into a
festoon of unabashedly
delightful smiles,
Free. The very word triggered every human to shrug all
inhibitions of caste; creed; status and religion; forever and ever
and ever exist as impregnably one under the fathomless sky of
the Creator Divine,
Free. The very word annihilated iconoclastically pompous
anarchy; forever and ever and ever ensured that the most
unconquerable of Kings as well as the beleaguered pauper;
uninhibitedly ate in the same plate,
Free. The very word massacred even the most infidel
insinuation of tension; forever and ever and ever cast an
incantation of eternal happiness over every conceivable speck of
the atmosphere,
Free. The very word quelled all pugnaciously beheading war to
a celestial
rest; forever and ever and ever showered a rain of miraculously
ameliorating equality; on granule of mother soil,
Free. The very word magically resonated as the ultimate
crown of existence
in all ears; forever and ever and ever triumphing over the devil
of insanely tyrannical commercialism,
Free. The very word timelessly rendered happiness to the
breath of every miserably impoverished being; forever and ever
and ever ensured that none slept a hungry stomach; on this
boundlessly bewitching earth,
Free. The very word perennially broke all jails of despicably
humiliating slavery; forever and ever and ever liberated
demonically asphyxiating blackness into invincibly befriending
sunlight,
Free. The very word unfathomably inspired every fraternity of
existence to be wholeheartedly creative; forever and ever and

ever unwound the clockwork of robotic despair; into a Universe


of undefeated freshness,
Free. The very word brought the most unbelievably ultimate
revolution in
peoples attitude towards survival; forever and ever and ever
making them give; instead of ruthlessly snatching the same from
each other,
Free. The very word put a veritable end to every instant of
salacious gloominess; forever and ever and ever made an
organism feel the closest to its rudiments of unashamedly
simplistic existence,
Free. The very word ended all painstakingly internal conflict of
the mind;
body and soul; forever and ever and ever made a person realize
that there was nothing more resplendent and unassailable than
immortal love,
Free. The very word uncontrollably spun webs of insuperably
iridescent
fantasy in every mind alike; forever and ever and ever drifted all
living kind towards the mists of tirelessly evolving heaven,
Free. The very word added unlimited paces to every
frenetically diminishing stride; forever and ever and ever
fomenting living beings to don nothing else; but bond in threads
of unbreakable compassion and blissfully proliferate,
Free. The very word bountifully illuminated every delirious
space on earth
with the beams of prosperity; forever and ever and ever
completing the process of existence with the signature of
unshakable friendship,
Free. The very word taught every heart on this Universe to
forget hate and solely love; forever and ever and ever coalesce
every of its sacrosanct beat with the unparalleled silhouette of
the Lord Divine,

Free. The very word made every organism profusely delve into
the realms of
sensuousness; forever and ever and ever realize that it was the
ardor of faithfulness that re-christened and added new
dimensions to existence,
But did you realize; that for getting and acquiring everything on
this gigantic planet for Free; one has to first and foremost
undergo the most xcruciating of pains to take birth; and then
pay the price of life.

5. MODERN DAY DEVIL- MONEY


It was neither the most brutally depraving of war; which
unsparingly buried countless innocent; an infinite feet beneath
their sadistic graves; for no ostensible reason
or rhyme,
It was neither the most treacherously pulverizing of prejudice;
the salacious desire to rise above your own peers; at the most
unbearably tawdry costs of existence,
It were neither the most bizarrely abysmal chapters of poverty;
which fomented several to wholesomely strangulate their necks;
in fear of bearing the pangs of agonizing emaciation in every of
their conceivable bone,
It was neither the most acrimonious deliriousness of the brain;
which led to the most horrendously sacrilegious condemnation of
living kind; with each fretfully hackneyed route leading to the
hell of nothingness,

It was neither the most acerbic of deforestation; the satanically


barbarous assassination of mother nature's womb; which led to
the most unstoppably wretched curses of all times,
It was neither the most derogatorily demented of manipulation;
the baselessly divesting drudgery with which one man; left no
stones unturned in exploiting his fellow and compatriot human
being,
It was neither the most vituperatively wagging tongue; which
hurled a boundless abuse to its very own mother and sister;
before trading them off like worthlessly
lifeless pieces of plaintive skin,
It was neither the most mortifying anecdotes of vindication;
which led to cataclysmic conflicts between even the closest of
siblings; with the spirit of reverence dying a torturous death,
It was neither the most sardonic ridicule on the oppressed and
weaker sects of the society; the uncontrollable guffaws that
enshrouded the human lip; at witnessing other organisms
inferior to its sanctimonious swirl,
It was neither the most preposterously robotic rat race for
survival; wherein the foundations of prosperity; were
shamelessly erected upon the breathing bodies of innumerable
helpless; men; women and children,
It was neither the most orphaned traces of blood; disdainfully
weighed into monotonous machines; and then sold in black
market according to the so called calibrations of the human
race,
It was neither the most deplorable discrimination of human
beings; on the basis of meaninglessly bawdy insinuations of
caste; creed; color; race; frivolous status or tribe,
It was neither the most indiscriminate killing of rare wildlife;
just for the mere and senseless appeasement; of that
murderously anarchic celebrity's tongue,
It was neither the most perverted rapes on innocent women; by
those high on rapacious wine and palatial sensuousness; using

the wickedly inscrutable interiors of their mansions; for the


deprivation of mankind,
It was neither the most indescribably pugnacious war for
superiority; the diabolical desire to gobble alive another human;
in order to perennially perch upon the absolute epitome of silver
and gold,
It was neither the most egregiously uttered curses for all living
kind; the insidiously ulterior motive to reduce life to a lame
corpse; whilst pretentiously smiling towards the body of the
flaming Sun,
It was neither the most unthinkable forms of dastardly suicide;
the sinful closure of life; after which the spirit ghoulishly
lingered between the amorphously lambasting land of heaven
and hell,
It was neither the most blasphemously jinxed ingredients of
betrayal; the demolition of the immortal heartbeats like a pack of
futile cards; in order to fecklessly pursue the so called
'commercial ambitions' of life,
Infact if at all there was a thing which indeed led to all of the
above; was the 'Father and Mother' of all of the above; then it
was none other than an insanely modern day devil; worshipped
today like crazy by one and all by the name "Money".

6. FANTASY

In the invidiously ghastly silence that enshrouds me; when even


the most ferociously turbulent of waves; wholesomely refrained
to culminate; after sighting the contours of my plaintively
impoverished face,
In the pathetically hedonistic silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
voluptuously sapphire of clouds; wholesomely refrained to
thunder; after sighting the appalling dullness in my eyes,
In the mercilessly maiming silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
inscrutably enlivening forests; wholesomely refrained to
whisper; after sighting the haplessly crinkled veins on my feet,
In the ominously egregious silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
majestically crimson lotus; wholesomely refrained to blossom;
after sighting
the horrifically jutting bones of my flailing persona,
In the diabolically stabbing silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
royally towering lion; wholesomely refrained to roar; after
sighting the cringe of fetidly decaying yellow clinging to my
cluster of teeth,
In the vindictively devilish silence that enshrouds me; when even
the most vociferously effervescent of bees; wholesomely
refrained to buzz; after sighting the tears of directionless
delirium in my eyes,
In the hideously cannibalistic silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
uncontrollably spiraling fires; wholesomely refrained to crackle;
after sighting the miserably defeated philosopher in my breath,
In the flagrantly disconcerting silence that enshrouds me; when
even the

most aristocratically gliding eagles; wholesomely refrained to


screech; after sighting the frigid barrenness of my freshly
tonsured scalp,
In the truculently venomous silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
vividly astounding rainbows; wholesomely refrained to shimmer;
after sighting the inanely livid dialect of my slavering tongue,
In the murderously asphyxiating silence that enshrouds me;
when even the
most charismatically jet black scorpions; wholesomely refrained
to sting; after sighting the innumerable knots in my deplorably
battered writers finger,
In the criminally cadaverous silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most limitlessly cascading waterfalls; wholesomely
refrained to gurgle; after sighting the ungainly stubble of
barbarous beard; upon the sagging flesh of my cheeks,
In the disgustingly incarcerating silence that enshrouds me;
when even the
most sensuously virgin dewdrops; wholesomely refrained to
titillate; after sighting the perennially lingering yawn of my
indolently wretched mouth,
In the cold-bloodedly demonic silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
unabashedly arousing of storms; wholesomely refrained to gush;
after sighting the remnants of nothing else but maniacal
gloominess; strewn all over my quavering spine,
In the insidiously lecherous silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
brilliantly optimistic of Sun; wholesomely refrained to blaze;
after sighting the mist of hopelessness predominantly reigning in
each of my senses,
In the carnivorously deathly silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
pristinely antiquated bells; wholesomely refrained to chime;
after sighting the ghoulishly dying footprints of my sole,

In the drearily lambasting silence that enshrouds me; when even


the most
undauntedly silken snakes; wholesomely refrained to hiss; after
sighting the blood that had now turned a febrile blue; in my
severely starved veins,
In the torturously inconsolable silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most spell bindingly heavenly dawn; wholesomely
refrained to sermonize; after sighting the lethally anomalous
clouds of sullenness; hovering round my nape,
In the ignominiously diseased silence that enshrouds me; when
even the most
fervently compassionate heart; wholesomely refrained to beat;
after sighting the reverberations that the earth underwent; with
each of my bohemian tread,
If there was really something at all that enlightened me; if there
was really something at all that befriended me; and if there was
really something at all that inspired me to the ultimate heavens
of the divine; then it was none other than my; unconquerably
unrestricted and unimpeachably glorious Fantasy.

7. IN MY SEARCH FOR LOVE.


Many a time I set out in frenetic search of poignantly crimson
rose; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the feathers of
cursedly fetid and ignominious decay,
Many a time I set out in ardent search of pristinely
reinvigorating waterfall; and eventually all I stumbled upon was;
fathomless lackadaisically arid fields of vicious drought,
Many a time I set out in relentless search of impregnably
sparkling truth; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; an
amorphously jinxed and jilted mortuary of lies,

Many a time I set out in unstoppable search of compassionately


befriending wife; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; every
kind of woman who maliciously battered me to the coffins of
nothingness; after stripping me of the last ounce of my wealth,
Many a time I set out in earnest search of innocuously unbiased
beauty; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; a graveyard of
salaciously deteriorating and ribald politics,
Many a time I set out in unending search of the wondrously
unfathomable ocean; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
invidiously steaming and uncouthly devouring sands of the
ominous desert,
Many a time I set out in endless search of the optimistically
shimmering stars; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
cold-blooded pathways of insensitively rocky ground,
Many a time I set out in indefinite search of uncannily tingling
mystery; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
monstrously robotic edifices of the heartless corporate empire,
Many a time I set out in passionate search of deservedly
bountiful fame; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
limitless dungeons of infinitesimally disparaging dust,
Many a time I set out in indefatigable search of majestically
unconquerable
kingdom; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
indescribably threadbare lanes of poverty,
Many a time I set out in timeless search of an eternally
comforting abode; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
wisps of indistinguishably disappearing oblivion,
Many a time I set out in unlimited search of the religion of
inimitably priceless humanity; and eventually all I stumbled upon
was; the carcass of lifelessly haunting indiscrimination and
disparity,

Many a time I set out in interminable search of invincibly


heavenly peace; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
disdainfully blood soaked mud of abhorrent nuclear war,
Many a time I set out in intransigent search of uninhibitedly
heartfelt artistry; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
gallows of maliciously venomous commercialism,
Many a time I set out in undaunted search of ingeniously
proliferating fantasy; and eventually all I stumbled upon was; the
ghastly arithmetic of the currency coin; which had profusely
inundated nearly every soul on this gigantic Universe,
Many a time I set out in unhindered search of enchantingly
unparalleled innocence; and eventually all I stumbled upon was;
a world of satanically asphyxiating drugs and drudgery,
Many a time I set out in inexhaustible search of altruistically
ameliorating knowledge; and eventually all I stumbled upon was;
haplessly quavering gorges of insane balderdash,
Many a time I set out in unprecedented search of honestly
persevered livelihood; and eventually all I stumbled upon was;
an unsurpassable conundrum of lechery; which no doubt offered
quick bucks; but each with a stamp of horrendous lies,
Paradoxically to the above; when I set out an infinite times in my
entire lifetime to unwaveringly search for love; not only was
every conceivable vein of mine forever blessed with its Immortal
paradise; but I found all of my mind; body and soul in wholesome
synergy with the Divine; with each volatile breath of mine.

8. MY POETRY
Nothing above it; not even an infinitesimal iota towering above
its majestically untainted and gloriously unhindered swirl,
Nothing below it; not even a mercurial iota lurking beneath its
fantastically pristine and sensuously enthralling identity,
Nothing antagonistic to it; not even an inconspicuous shade
contradicting its bountifully emollient and triumphantly benign
ramifications,
Nothing to the right of it; not even a transient degree swerving
from its effulgently mellifluous and timelessly ecstatic shadow,
Nothing to the left of it; not even an ethereal millimeter away
from its victoriously beautiful and interminably poignant
cascade,
Nothing overlapping it; not even the most invisible whisker
trying to obscure its ebulliently virile and royally unassailable
luminescence,
Nothing sidelining it; not even the most obfuscated ingredient of
royalty attempting to devour its altruistically brilliant and
impregnably sparkling integrity,
Nothing overlooking it; not even an ephemeral molecule of
indifference to its fervently undefeated and unconquerably
ubiquitous caress,
Nothing victimizing it; not even an invisible ingredient of
venomous commercialism trying to ensnare its uninhibitedly
magical and voluptuously fecund wings,
Nothing beyond it; not even a diminutive speck of tantalizing
mirage; trying to seductively lure beyond its beautifully
sculptured and unbelievably enamoring contours,

Nothing surrounding it; not even an evanescent mist of mouth


watering temptation encapsulating its perennially fructifying
and compassionately befriending scepter,
Nothing blocking it; not even an unmentionably fugitive
obstruction to its timelessly unfettered and astoundingly
inimitable fragrance,
Nothing hypnotizing it; not even an obliterated spell of drudged
witchcraft trying to control its insuperably magnificent and
fathomlessly spotless soul,
Nothing empowering it; not even the tiniest trace of the
tyrannically robotic devil trying to maliciously overwhelm its
undyingly winning and divinely infallible incantation,
Nothing questioning it; not even a single moment of
interrogation to its unshakably irreproachable and eternally
burgeoning seed,
Nothing dictating it; not even an infidel insinuation of coldblooded doggedness against its wondrously omnipotent and
insatiably passionate heartbeats,
Nothing burying it; not even a minuscule thread of manipulation
trying to brutally asphyxiate its eternally ravishing and
universally blissful appeal,
Nothing discarding it; not even a transitory beacon of oblivion
viciously
trying to gobble its everlastingly sacrosanct and endlessly
intrepid odysseys,
As whatever I had; dreamt or ever possessed; was solely and
perpetually in it; was solely and perpetually for it; was solely and
perpetually about it; was infact solely and perpetually IT itself;
and this IT would forever and ever and ever mean
my Poetry.

9. POINTING BACK- QUESTIONINGLY AND


UNFORGIVABLY AT YOU
Whether you ludicrously pointed it; at the scantily clad beggars
on the street; whose begging bowls were as empty as the
impoverished carcasses that had formed in their stomachs,
Whether you disgustingly pointed it; at the brutally scorched
river bed; from which protruded the most acrimoniously coldblooded of stones; lamenting in the curse of an infinite impotent
lifetimes,
Whether you accusingly pointed it; at those fearlessly
patronizing harbingers of peace; whose views were wholesomely
antagonistic to your wretchedly contemporary and robotic line of
thought,
Whether you deplorably pointed it; at all those as slow as the
pot-bellied tortoise; consuming a major chunk of their lives to
achieve their targets; as they miserably withered in their
inevitable disability,

Whether you parasitically pointed it; to your very own ailing and
disabled parents; for not perpetuating every vein of yours with
the best currency and wine; even as they breathed their last
moment of existence,
Whether you venomously pointed it; towards the empty sky;
where there lingered not even the most infinitesimal of cloud;
casting solely unrelentingly harsh light and no rain,
Whether you sadistically pointed it; towards all those incessantly
wailing children; orphaned since the very first cry of birth;
disdainfully spending the prime years of childhood in the
nonchalantly fetid dustbin,
Whether you salaciously pointed it; towards the widows
dwelling; whose every aspect of life; now plaintively resembled
the most horrendously shattered forms of glass; indefatigably
quavering in her white robe without her husband,
Whether you sardonically pointed it; towards the penuriously
starving artist; to whom the entire planet had showed its
insanely rude tongue; for interminably philosophizing and
fantasizing; instead of routinely melanging with its
sanctimonious fabric,
Whether you lecherously pointed it; towards the nimble footed
dwarf; who went cadaverously unnoticed; even whilst walking
amidst a inconspicuous horde of red
ants,
Whether you bawdily pointed it; towards the unfortunate blind
man; who possessed coffins of hapless emptiness instead of
eyeballs; for whom life was a mortuary of asphyxiating
blackness; since the very first cry of fresh birth,
Whether you lividly pointed it; towards the unkempt tree; whose
branches uncontrollably wept in the sweltering summer; bereft
of even the tiniest leaf of
compassionate shade,

Whether you violently pointed it; towards the childless couple;


who inconsolably led a countless sleepless nights; considering
themselves to be the most cursed entities on planet divine,
Whether you ignominiously pointed it; towards the unfathomable
valley; which timelessly reverberated and echoed with nothing
else; but satanically maiming
emptiness,
Whether you pervertedly pointed it; towards all those temples;
mosques; monasteries and churches built on bare brick; which
were home to the greatest of Gods in most rustically bohemian
of their forms,
Whether you meanly pointed it; towards the deaf and dumb man;
who wandered like a discarded animal; amongst the indifferently
galloping and wantonly commercial planet,
Whether you obnoxiously pointed it; towards the penuriously
beleaguered lover; who was the laughing stock of the entire
uncouth society; whose heart as well as pockets jingled with
nothing else but; at times betrayal; at times love,
Whether you vindictively pointed it; towards the hour of silent
midnight; whose every conceivable cranny was miserably
obfuscated from every source of exultation and vivid life,
O! yes; point one finger of yours anytime; anywhere and as
worthlessly accusingly as you could to anyone; anyform on this
miraculously blessed planet; but do remember O! human; that
the remaining three of your fingers shall always point back;
questioningly and unforgivably at you.

10. INDIFFERENCE-THE GREATEST DIFFERENCE

It was infact the very sting of preposterously venomous


Indifference; which actually caused the biggest solitary
Difference; in my otherwise overwhelmingly royal existence,
It was infact the very graveyard of acrimoniously sadistic
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest melancholic
Difference; in my otherwise unsurpassably wealthy existence,
It was infact the very thorn of brutally infidel Indifference;
which actually caused the biggest castrated Difference; in my
otherwise boundlessly opulent existence,
It was infact the very vacuum of deplorably imperiling
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest devastating
Difference; in my otherwise fathomlessly abundant existence,
It was infact the very pyre of ominously extinguishing
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest cold-blooded
Difference; in my otherwise limitlessly embellished existence,
It was infact the very jinx of hideously sacrilegious
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest hapless
Difference; in my otherwise unceasingly star-studded
existence,
It was infact the very dagger of intolerably perverted
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest tormenting
Difference; in my otherwise ubiquitously respected existence,
It was infact the very leech of sardonically unbearable
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest penalizing
Difference; in my otherwise inimitably flourishing existence,
It was infact the very ghost of disastrously maiming
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest dastardly
Difference; in my otherwise perfectly blessed existence,
It was infact the very hell of truculently lambasting
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest wretched
Difference; in my otherwise indisputably impeccable existence,

It was infact the very stink of heartlessly massacring


Indifference; which actually caused the biggest frigid
Difference; in my otherwise unconquerably contemporary
existence,
It was infact the very gutter of ruthlessly salacious
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest demented
Difference; in my otherwise spectacularly nomadic existence,
It was infact the very dungeon of atrociously ribald
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest lethal
Difference; in my otherwise ornamentally mollified existence,
It was infact the very blackness of sordidly impeaching
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest annihilating
Difference; in my otherwise voluptuously unparalleled
existence,
It was infact the very rags of obstreperously victimizing
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest iconoclastic
Difference; in my otherwise immeasurably fortune 500
existence,
It was infact the very prison of diabolically incarcerating
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest desensitizing
Difference; in my otherwise magically Midas touch existence,
It was infact the very nightmare of excruciatingly agonizing
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest crippling
Difference; in my otherwise powerfully worshipped existence,
It was infact the very rust of inconsolably decaying
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest livid
Difference; in my otherwise wondrously
tranquil existence,
And it was infact the very drudgery of egregiously devilish
Indifference; which actually caused the biggest betraying
Difference; in my otherwise unfathomably fulfilled existence

11. DISASTROUSLY ABANDONED ME


How was the air ever related to me in even the most insouciant
of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that my diminutive lungs;
existed as the most royally embellished throne for centuries
immemorial,
How was the Sun ever related to me in even the most transient
of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that not a whisker of
negativity lingered; for an infinite kilometers near my stride,
How was the earth ever related to me in even the most
penurious of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that I
replenished my emaciated stomach with its appetizing fruits;
invincibly slept on its compassionate belly,
How were the stars ever related to me in even the most
obfuscated of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I was
unsurpassably inspired and led to the best direction; even in the
incarcerating blackness of midnight,
How were the roses ever related to me in even the most
oblivious of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I inhaled
the scent of victorious heaven; on this very monotonous brick
city of earth today,
How was the ocean ever related to me in even the most
evanescent of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that each
element of my impoverished existence; was majestically
replenished with the spirit of tangy adventure,
How was the sky ever related to me in even the most infidel of
manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every ingredient of my
brain could unlimitedly fantasize; merely gazing at its azure
infiniteness,

How was the tree ever related to me in even the most ephemeral
of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every morbidly
restless nerve of mine; found celestial reprieve in its
compassionately befriending shade,
How was the grass ever related to me in even the most
lackadaisical of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every
step that my foot traversed; would be amiably welcomed by a
cushion of profoundly undefeated velvetiness,
How was the rain ever related to me in even the most fugitive of
manner; yet it perpetually ensured that every famished pore of
my divested skin; was unconquerably rejuvenated with the
freshness of exotic creation,
How were the horizons ever related to me in even the most
disappearing of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that I was
triggered to imagine beyond the realms of the ordinary; for a
countless more lives yet to come,
How were the deserts ever related to me in even the most
deteriorating of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that my
eyes were treated to the enigmatic vastness of the Lord's
creation; the most astoundingly mouth-watering mirages of all
times,
How was the rainbow ever related to me in even the most
invisible of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that there
palpitated innovation galore; in every beat of my feebly
throbbing heart,
How was the Moon ever related to me in even the most
cloistered of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that the
milkiness of innocuous childhood; always zipped past through
every of my estranged vein,
How was the forest ever related to me in even the most
nonchalant of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that the
innumerable sensitivities and forms of mother nature;
inscrutably lingered in my soul,

How was the fog ever related to me in even the most


evaporating of manner; yet it perpetually ensured that each of
my robotically insensitized nerves; were liberated by the
exultation of the wondrously enamoring mist,
How were the mountains ever related to me in even the most
sequestered of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that every
infirm and shivering bone of mine; was insuperably safeguarded; against the deadliest of devil's attack,
How were the dewdrops ever related to me in even the most
retractable of manner; yet they perpetually ensured that every
curve of malicious depression on my face; metamorphosed into a
gorge of unshakably miraculous newness,
And you; who were infact my very own blood relations; my very
own brothers; sisters; father; mother; grandfather; grandmother;
wife; children; uncle's and aunts; abandoned me when I needed
to share my heart out with you; abandoned me when I sought
comfort in your souls; abandoned me when I was a failure in my
quest for success; disastrously abandoned me when I needed you
the most?

12. YOU'D DEFINITELY HAVE TO COME BACK 'TOBBY'


DARLING
So that each morsel of food that I consumed perfectly
assimilated into each ingredient of my blood once againinstead
of only wanting to vomit out with the fiercest tenacity the instant
it entered my inconsolable intestine,
So that each passing draught of freezing wind fomented me to
uninhibitedly shiver once againinstead of me facing it barechested like an amorphous piece of lifeless junk,
So that each holocaust of unfathomably bizarre pain evoked a

tear in my eye once againinstead of just emotionlessly staring


at blank bits of endless sky and languidly passing by,
So that each bit of happiness profoundly brimming in the
atmosphere brought a smile to my lips once againinstead of
them biting viciously and unstoppably against patches of
desolate nothingness,
So that every ray of unfettered dazzling Sun illuminated the
pathway of my truncated life once again---instead of drowning
me deep and more ghastily deeper into a mortuary of forlornly
plaguing darkness,
So that each ounce of jubilant honey brought sweetness into the
fabric of my existence once againinstead of dreadfully
embittering every conceivably innocuous beat of my soul,
So that each droplet of sensuous rain cascading from the sky
tantalized me once againinstead of insensitively charring me
down till the very last bone of my already deadened spine,
So that each infinitesimal bit of vividly blooming life made me a
poet once againinstead of perpetuating the non-existent devil
in me to incongruously curse under my breath,
So that each bountiful flower spread its majestic fragrance into
the inane vacuum of my life once againinstead of becoming an
intolerably decrepit stench which treacherously led me to the
trench of gory death,
So that each tingling adventure impregnated that beautiful
enthrallment into my survival once againinstead of dulling me
into the most sadistically jinxed graveyards of monotonousness,
So that every vivacious rainbow in the sky ecstatically
differentiated the boundless colors of my life once again
instead of maiming me for forever and ever and ever into a coffin
of estranged blackness,
So that every exhilarating space around me granted me that
spirit of untamed freedom once againinstead of barbarously
suffocating me to the gallows of indescribably sinister death,

So that each element of desire aroused me to the most


unprecedented hilt once againinstead of uncouthly silencing
the last cry of my joyousness to stonily devastating hell,
So that every globule of aristocratic dew punctuated each nerve
of mine with unparalleled fantasy once againinstead of
becoming an unsurpassable ocean of blood for me to lividly float
on,
So that each anecdote of true friendship made me immortally
realize the beauty of life once againinstead of becoming the
unbearably black stamp of hedonistic betrayal which stabbed
left; right and dead center,
So that invincibly united strength taught me the ultimate
chapters of humanity once again---instead of venomously
chopping the entire planet into spurious differentiations of
caste; creed; color and tribe,
So that every tangible trace of life which sprouted on the
Universe made me believe in God once againinstead of
maniacally driving towards the dungeons of insanely plundering
devil,
So that every day for me became a 'valentines day'; wherein I
ndefatigably breathed the essence of peace; love and friendship
in one & allinstead of strangulating every pore of my body to
horrific death this very cursed instant,
You would definitely have to come back to me 'Tobby' darling
for I knew no more life and love beyond youyou'd always be
the ultimate hero of my eyes after Godand now alone without
you; I can think of nothing else but death; death and
wholesomely silencing death.

13. TOBBYMY DARLING EVERYBODY


Was he an angel who'd descended right from the center of the
sky; to bless each ingredient of my space with unparalleled
happinessgrant me the unfailing tenacity to reach closer to the
most impossible of my dreams?
Was he an invincibly pristine cloudwhich incessantly showered
the golden rain of prosperity upon my bereaved countenance;
saw to it that I came out effulgently alive-- everytime I entered
my corpse entirely dead?
Was he the ultimate prince of my miserably asphyxiated destiny
who metamorphosed every maelstrom of flagrant luck that
dared come my way; into a fountain of perennial happiness?
Was he every mischievously uninhibited wrinkle in my otherwise
livid kinwhich profoundly inspired every tangible and
intangible entity that I encountered on the streetsand
fomented them to majestically think?
Was he the answer to every flummoxing enigma of my dreaded
existencethe most perfect sound of 'yes' which unequivocally
dissipated from each of my entangled heartbeat?
Was he the pricelessly ultimate valentine of my lifetaking me a
fathomless kilometers away from every brutally estranged
reality; innocuously dancing with me all the time in God's
invincible paradise?
Was he the unsurpassable confidence that empowered even the
tiniest of my veinsas the battlefield of life grew more and more
cannibalistic and I was subjected to the goriest devils of sadistic
blood?
Was he every different word of unbridled innocence that my
mouth uttered solely epitomizing only the essence of truth in a
world otherwise deplorably swamped by a pack of manipulative
wolves?

Was he the very best and untainted form of God's creation in my


palmsuninhibitedly swaying from one corner to the otherand
granting the most meaningful impetus to me in my impoverished
life?
Was he the most unprejudiced moisture of my disdainfully
shrunken eyesgenuinely leading me to the corridors of
eternally magical freedom; reflecting my undying compassion for
ever fraternity of living kind?
Was he the innermost voice of my inconspicuously buried soul
which earnestly strived for uniting the farthest ends of this
boundless planet; into the insuperably miraculous religion of
mankind?
Was he the embers of unflinching passion innately smoldering in
my bruised bonesfervently clapping everytime I advanced
towards any path of goodness; after crumbling into morbid soil?
Was he the impregnable fortress that fearlessly towered around
each trembling part of me - safeguarding even the most
infinitesimal aspect of my existence to the hilt whilst I snored
to the tunes of my very own whimsical dreams ?
Was he the most faithful friend; philosopher and guide that I
harboredwho stuck more unassailably to me than my very own
shadoweven as I eccentrically marched the walk of ghastly
death?
Was he my ultimate definition of a perfect living being
unfathomably mischievous and adventurousyet one of the most
immaculately princely pearl of God's earthly rhyme?
Was he every heartfelt tear that effusively cascaded down my
eyes as every different human chose to befriend the
commercially sleazy devil from the atmosphere rather than
blend with the beats of immortal love divine ?
Was he each of my ancestor and sibling at the most crucially
critical of my timeslending his poignant ears to even the
inconsolable of my crieswhen the rest of the 'blood related'
word round me had died?

Was he an inimitable magician that suddenly appeared out of


nowhere in my beleaguered lifeensuring the most
charismatically magnetic smile on my lips till the very end of my
time?
Was he each of my heartbeat which never betrayedconsidering
itself the richest on this earth aliveas it loved and acquired
love of one and all on this gigantic planet alike?
Was he my most infallibly perfect impression on mundane soil
as I chose to tread the path never ever taken beforeupon
which failure was the most certainly biggest writing on the
walls?
Ah well, for others he might as well been merely a dog named '
Tobby ' who had taken birth in the same form , at the same
instant that he was dead - but for me he was ; is and shall
remain as my darling ' Everybody ' till I breathe my very last and
till
beyond a destined more of my nicely varied lifetimes .
14. 31ST DECEMBERMY ULTIMATE HERO.
Irrespective of whether they were extraordinarily happy; or
whether they inconsolably fretted in the aisles of utter
desperationwith the gruesome blackness of extinction
ominously maiming each of their senses,
Irrespective of whether they were perennially successful; or
whether they miserably floundered a countless times even
before alighting a single footunnecessarily losing it- in their
bouts of whimsical fidgetiness,
Irrespective of whether they were unsurpassably rich; or
whether they profusely slavered at the most diminutive morsel of
foodbrutally emaciating since a record number of days and
treacherously freezing nights,
Irrespective of whether they were in unconquerable space; or
whether they were left to uncouthly stagnate on the fecklessly

sordid streets and hackneyed gutter bins of the country's largest


slum,
Irrespective of whether they sang a boundless tunes in the
praise of the Lord; or whether they sadistically licked up every
pint of spit emitted by the vindictively trouncing devil,
Irrespective of whether they bustled as perfectly symbiotic busybodies; or whether they aimlessly loitered through the lanes of
slandering oblivionwhich'd nothing but hoarse regret to offer
as a pathetic end-product,
Irrespective of whether they were unassailable magicians; or
whether all what they dared touch; sullenly metamorphosed into
frigidly incoherent bits of lame dust,
Irrespective of whether they were invincible perfectionists; or
whether they perpetually adhered to the famous axiom 'To Err is
Human' and immortalized the same with their relentless failures,
Irrespective of whether they were triumphantly persevering; or
whether they lazed and endlessly lazed even under the most
acrimoniously scorching sun; just because their bones creaked a
trifle whilst getting up,
Irrespective of whether they were brilliantly optimistic; or
whether they lugubriously crumbled every instant reminiscing
the mortuaries of the dreadfully asleep past,
Irrespective of whether they were unflinching patriots; or
whether they darted at the speed of lightening for cover; at the
tiniest insinuation of the most imperceptible danger,
Irrespective of whether they were blessedly fantasizing; or
whether they lecherously circumscribed their entire lives within
the constraints of the monotonously clerical corporate office,
Irrespective of whether they were unconquerably truthful; or
whether they were brutally trapped in satanically parasitic web
of liesresorting to it inevitably to find that ultimate escape
route in today's manipulative world,

Irrespective of whether they existed on the freezing north pole;


or whether they compassionately warmed each ingredient of
their blood under majestic rays of the Sun; extreme south,
Irrespective of whether they conversed in articulate English; or
whether they uninhibitedly recharged the atmosphere with every
vibrancy of indigenous language that was spoken under the Sun,
Irrespective of whether they were the perfectly synchronized
gentlemen; or whether they resided in rustically mud baked huts
bursting at the seams to accommodate an innumerable more
of their kind,
Irrespective of whether they were Christ fearing Christians; or
whether they were an equally Bhagwan/Allah/Buddha fearing
'Hindus'/ 'Muslims'/ 'Buddhists' and every other sacred tribe on
earth divine,
Irrespective of whether they wholeheartedly celebrated
wondrous X-Mas; or whether they zealously indulged in the
lights and colors of; 'Holi', 'Diwali', 'Muharram', 'Id' and
countless other sacred festivals of the likes,
O! YesIrrespective of anything and everything-On the 31st of
December every yearall of them joined hands in one
insuperable mass together; embraced each other without the
tiniest of discrimination -to welcome the newest dawn of all
timesthe dawn of a joyously happy new yearthe first Sunrise
of a magical 1st January.

15. EVERYTIME-AFTER I MADE AND ROSE IN THE SPIRIT


OF LOVE

I felt as if every ounce of hysterical sorrow on this Universe had


suddenly metamorphosed into the perennially glorious waterfalls
of compassion; dissipating their goodness upon each bedraggled
pore of my existence,
I felt as if the most horrendously parasitic of leech had suddenly
started to donate an infinite granaries of blood to all those in
need; abruptly shrugging the parasitic tag from each
conceivable cranny of their demeanor,
I felt as if a boundless clouds of newness had suddenly formed
an invincible entrenchment around every iota of earth; blessing
its haplessly parched and commercially adulterated surface with
a zillion droplets of creation,
I felt as if each inanely stagnating hair on my decrepit flesh
suddenly rose towards the ultimate summits of undefeated
paradise; and forever found its zealously real mission in life,
I felt as if each iota of contentment on this fathomless Universe
was suddenly lined up on the contours of my miserably chapped
lips; making me look forward to no greed or malice any further,
I felt as if a brilliantly streaming morning was suddenly rising
out of treacherously maiming blackness; triumphantly
maneuvering every devastated footstep of mine towards the path
of symbiotic oneness,
I felt as if even the most frigidly orphaned of stones had
suddenly become the supreme peaks of unassailable Everest;
inviting one and all alike on this enthralling planet in the spirit of
tantalizing adventure,
I felt as if even the most fetidly lamenting droplet of my sweat
had suddenly become the most unparalleled cistern of
happiness; profusely drenching each scorched arena of my
existence with cloudbursts of ecstasy,
I felt as if each vein in my inconsolably cringing blood had
suddenly commenced to generate a countless electric currents of
goodness all throughout my soul; absolving me of even the most

inadvertently committed of my sin,


I felt as if the whole manipulatively blood-sucking world had
suddenly become my platform for impregnable success; to
discover; to evolve; to admire; and to forever embrace with the
blessings of the Almighty Lord,
I felt as if every worthlessly aimless step that I listlessly tookhad suddenly some priceless purpose in god's infinite chapter of
blissful creation; to immortally unite all in the fabric of
insuperable oneness,
I felt as if every disdainfully creaking bone of mine had suddenly
sprung like an untamed tiger; to inexhaustibly massacre even
the most intangible trace of devil from this endless earth,
I felt as if every spell-bindingly panoramic fantasy on this globe
had suddenly come into the whites of my eyes; royally
perpetuating me to perceive beyond the extraordinaryeach
unveiling instant of princely life,
I felt as if every patch of languidly barren earth had suddenly
become the ultimate heaven; the ultimate paradise; right infront
of my eyes and without laboring a step further on planet divine,
I felt as if I could suddenly survive on limitless whiffs of air
around me; abjuring every worldly pleasure in vicinity till my
very last breath; with the Omnipotent light of the Sun and Moon
my sole saviors,
I felt as if even the most mundanely committed actions around
mehad suddenly become miraculously ameliorating poems of
the most unprecedented degree; and my sole panacea for
success,
I felt as if the brutally entangled labyrinths of my brain- had
suddenly unleashed into an unsurpassable sky of freedom; where
the only rule that existed was that there were not the tiniest of
'rules',
I felt as if each of my salaciously betrayed heartbeat-had

suddenly been embodied with the imprints of immortal


friendship; which made me rise from my veritable corpse- to lead
an infinite majestically new lives once again,
Everytime; O! Yes undoubtedly everytime; after I made;
embraced and rose in
the spirit of love.

16. DEEP OCEAN OF SECRETS


Be it belonging to the infinitesimally irate ant; who traversed an
infinite steps in its journey from the bottom of the majestic
dinner table; to its tantalizingly steaming top,
Be it belonging to the stoically invincible Everest; which stood
with its head high as the lone unflinchingly exuberant warrior;
even as the entire planet beside was dissolving into the
mortuaries of hopelessness,
Be it belonging to the measly disheveled mushroom; frenetically
staggering with each draught of fresh air; trying to solidly
emboss its very own place in the languid bits of mud
circumscribing it,
Be it belonging to the wondrously tangy wave; dissipating into
an unparalleled festoon of royal froth; triggering an inevitable
smile on every bygone face, after clashing against the seductive
black rocks,
Be it belonging to the voluptuously crimson thundercloud; which
craved and craved and unstoppably craved for its time; to melt
into a boundless droplets of everlastingly mollifying rain,

Be it belonging to the incongruously bohemian barking dog; who


uncontrollably growled nineteen to the dozen even in ghastly
midnight; until its voice was eventually heard by its callous
master,
Be it belonging to the perennially flowering tree; which
blossomed into umpteenth a dazzling leaf every now and again;
and whose each minuscule root had entrapped in it; the hidden
enigmas of a time before time was pragmatically born,
Be it belonging to the diminutively impoverished cubicle of stray
ice; trembling an infinite times every unfurling instant; in
anticipation of its worst enemy the "Sun" blazing out; and
forever pulverizing the chapter of its existence beyond its livid
grave,
Be it belonging to the indiscriminately behemoth dinosaur; for
whom everything else on earth was a maudlin buffoonery of
time; as it toyed with all creation in the center of its palm; till its
last breath destined,
Be it belonging to the insignificantly tiny shell lying astray on the
skewed shores; fighting left; right and center for its very
existence; even as each gigantic wave inexorably tried to drown
to the rock bottom of the sea,
Be it belonging to the vivaciously dancing peacock; which spread
its romantic plumage full throttle in anticipation of its dream
mate; with the very first showers of ravishingly golden rain,
Be it belonging to the obnoxiously fetid cockroach; spending an
infinite of its lives fretfully meandering round the disdainful
lavatory seat; an indescribable miles far away from the freshness
of rising Sunlight,
Be it belonging to the raunchily descending bat; searching for
every conceivable prey of its blindfolded; since its very first cry
of morosely blackened and topsy-turvy hackneyed life,
Be it belonging to most impoverished ingredient of the
atmosphere; swept to its non-existent grave every second by the

slightest puff of wind; and then found floating again in some


indecipherable part of the fathomless Universe,
Be it belonging to the very last brick in the boundlessly deep
foundation; which timelessly winced in unheard pain; an
intransigently agonizing scream which fell on deaf ears and with
only the darkness around it as its lone companion,
Be it belonging to the pinch of vapid dust; which either got
ruthlessly swept; heartlessly trampled; ludicrously blown;
condemningly spat upon; by every cold-blooded stroke of
unsparing destiny,
Be it belonging to the velvety blade of emerald grass; which
perennially romanced in the aisles of untamed desire; with each
droplet of mesmerizing golden dew,
Be it belonging to the evanescent entrenchment of the
parsimonious horizons; which try as hard as they could; but were
never successful in salvaging their own identity; amidst the day;
afternoon and wild night,
Be it belonging to the incongruously babbling eunuch; stretching
to every threshold of raucously unimaginable obscenity; in order
to evict those quintessential bundles of currency from the
spurious society outside,
O! Yes, be it belonging to conceivably anyone on this tirelessly
ingratiating earth; every palpitating heart has; is; and shall
forever remain an unconquerably "Deep Ocean of secrets".

17. EVERYTIME MY HEART PALPITATED FOR EXISTENCE


Some relentlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to relieve the
unsurpassable restlessness that irksomely leaked from each pore
of their; frenetically trembling fingers,

Some unceasingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to give each
day of theirs a meaningfully pragmatic start; judiciously
adhering to every conceivable thumb rule of cleanliness
embossed in the scientific textbooks,
Some thoroughly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant their
otherwise haplessly beleaguered demeanors; that supreme hilt
of sparkling achievement,
Some intransigently wiped the dust of it; just in order to be that
very first infallible pioneering leaf; in the whole new chapter of
bountifully civilized cleanliness,
Some fanatically wiped the dust of it; just in order to sight even
the most infinitesimal curve of their facial contours; in its now
wholesomely brand-new transparently scintillating glass,
Some painstakingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to keep
even the faintest shadows of their existence pollution free;
inhale an air more purer than what could be found in
rhapsodically majestic paradise,
Some maniacally wiped the dust of it; just in order to
wonderfully mollify their everyday habitual rages of exonerating
every speck of grime; to beyond the realms of nothingness,
Some listlessly wiped the dust of it; just in order to expend their
latently thwarted energies into something alien; whilst
profoundly concentrating upon the cherished targets of their
lives,
Some inexhaustibly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant it
the highest honor of their otherwise impoverished lives; seeking
refuge in its invincibly peaceful contourswhen the rapacious
balderdash of the planet became too devilish to bear,
Some iteratively wiped the dust of it; just in order to tickle the
otherwise robotically estranged hair of their nostrils; with the
unabashedly merry-making particles that bellowed in a jiffy
inside,

Some snobbishly wiped the dust of it; just in order to grant


themselves a feeling of fecklessly frigid superiority; that its
destiny of whether to be clean or not; entirely depended upon
the swish of their nonchalant thumbs,
Some laboriously wiped the dust of it; just in order to holistically
rejuvenate blood in their otherwise haplessly paralyzed fingers;
which had gotten so ruthlessly numb in the freezing winter
morning,
Some irately wiped the dust of it; just in order to get rid of their
inexplicably unwonted irritation; as they disgustingly snapped at
every conceivable thing in vicinity since the first crack of dawn,
Some unstoppably wiped the dust of it; just in order to ease
those endlessly painstakingly hours that lay inevitably in store;
and that had to be conquered to taste the fruits of blissful
success,
Some lackadaisically wiped the dust of it; just in order to merely
caress their bewitchingly dreaming fingers; with a tiny ocean of
glimmering pristine silk,
Some devoutly wiped the dust of it; just in order to regroup the
miserably hackneyed lines of their shattered destiny; in its
myriad labyrinths of mystical sacredness,
Some despairingly wiped the dust of it; just in order to
frantically search for those stolen moments of happiness; which
could be slyly lurking in the recesses of infinite oblivion behind,
Some dedicatedly wiped the dust of it; just in order to timelessly
worship the image behind; from which eternally radiated every
single pulse; every single color of their impoverished lives,
Whilst I never ever cleaned it; neither did I ever see the frame in
which it was kept; yet immortally felt the photo of my God in its
most royally unassailable form; everytime my heart palpitated
for existence; everytime my heart throbbed for symbiotic life.

18. HE WHO DEFINITELY KNEW THAT HE'D DIE.


There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst traversing through the forests; and the uncouthly
ferocious lion snapping each bone of their apart into a countless
disparaging fragments,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst voyaging through the ocean; haplessly drowning to the
rock-bottom; and being sporadically pulverized by the hedonistic
jaws of the shark,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst seated in the luminous aircraft; with the air-conditioned
bewitchment eventually crashing and exploding like frigid pieces
of nothingness against the cold-blooded rocks,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst at war with abhorrent neighboring land; being ruthlessly
beheaded if caught; or otherwise being blown up like nonchalant
ash-at the vindictive strike of the missile,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst cremating their near and dear ones; with the inconsolably
despairing hopelessness of the situation; metamorphosing them
into a living carcass for the remainder of their lives,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst inevitably impersonating invidious shades of lies to
survive; with this most dreaded sin of existence forever
dissolving them into their invisible corpse,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst toiling towards their dreams of becoming the richest man;
with the last ounce of power in their bones eventually
succumbing to the most unthinkably murderous rat-raced
exhaustion,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst fast asleep past ghoulish midnight; with the most
dreadfully maiming nightmares of all times snapping the last
fangs of their inimitable breath,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst clambering towards the ultimate peak of Everest;
ruthlessly devoured by the unstoppable onslaught of the
avalanche and the heartlessly freezing wind,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst giving miraculous birth to more of their own; with the
excruciating pains of labor silencing the tiniest cry to palpitate
in their souls,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst undergoing the wrath of morbid betrayal; with their
breaths naturally ending beforethey could dare view their
beloved being passionately embraced and caressed in alien
arms,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst speeding on the express highways; when clashing metal to
brutal metal would foment such an acrimonious ball of fireas
never witnessed in history before,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst stepping out to earn their own bread; with the
treacherously parasitic attitude of people aroundextricating
the very last droplet of their innocuous blood,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst the earthquake suddenly struck; being cold-bloodedly
sucked into the horrendously fulminating belly of the earth
where there graves lay already dug,

There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst strapped to the exuberant parachute; with the ferociously
plundering storm rendering them wailing and winglessin their
uncontrolled descent towards murderous stony ground,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst facing the relentlessly inhuman torture by the police; as
they mustered up all their non-existent courage to divulge the
devil hidden in their dastardly souls,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst anticipating their final examination results; with the
feeblest contingency of a failure and the flagrant exoneration by
the society thereafter; cruelly asphyxiating each of their
heartbeat in their chests,
There were an infinite who thought that they might perhaps die;
whilst attempting to change the course of their otherwise
satanic destiny; with the irrefutably pre-destined sinking them
deeper and deeper into their graves-the harder they tried to
redefine and revolutionize time,
And then I met him; uncontrollably trembling and slavering in
the mortuaries of uncertaintyhe who definitely knew that he'd
die; as he'd shared just a few idiosyncratically weak moments of
his with his spouse; a few moments which he wanted to entirely
erase from the chapter of his impoverished life-but she on the
other hand was waiting like a famished tigress to repeat the
same to him at the tiniest human error he committed; and
without the slightest of reason or rhyme.

19. WHEN I WASN'T WRITING POETRY.


Its like the highest summit of the Himalayas suddenly feeling
disastrously pale and defeated; even infront of the most
infinitesimally lackluster of squandering ants,
Its like those unlimited swarm of bumble bees suddenly feeling

extremely bitter and remorseful; even in the heart of their hives


profusely inundated with nothing else but celestial honey,
Its like the flamboyantly brilliant Sun suddenly feeling as if
pathetically squatting in limp darkness; even in the midst of the
most tempestuously sweltering afternoon,
Its like the most towering of dinosaur suddenly feeling unable to
gobble a minuscule leaf; even as several thousand of its teeth
uncontrollably minced and roared to devour endless civilizations;
just for morning breakfast,
Its like an infinite avalanches of the most frozen ice suddenly
feeling like melting into nothingness; even as the chilliest winds
of unsparing winter made mercury dip to several hundred
degrees below trusted zero,
Its like the most robustly rollicking of body suddenly feeling like
starving to an inconsolable death; even when sumptuously fed
every hour with the best fruits and ingredients of nature divine,
Its like the most holistically inimitable brain suddenly feeling
like heading towards inexplicable dementia; even when
effortlessly solving the most pragmatic problems of mathematics
at unbelievable speeds,
Its like the most amazingly fecund patches of timelessly
proliferating earth suddenly feeling infertile; even infront of the
disgracefully impotent wails of the vindictive eunuch,
Its like the stringently unstoppable needles of the clock suddenly
feeling like stagnating in the mortuaries of solitariness; even as
time inexhaustibly ticked forward to unveil into a revolutionary
new tomorrow,
Its like the most gorgeously burgeoning of rose suddenly feeling
asphyxiated from all quarters with worthless stink; even when
people from all quarters of the globe were inevitably drawn
solely to its invincible scent,
Its like the eternally rising sea wave suddenly feeling like the

most listlessly pulverized weed; even infront of the fetid pile of


slush incongruously blabbering near the
lifeless gutter,
Its like the exuberantly twinkling star suddenly feeling that
blackness was the sole ruler of the sadistic night; even though it
filtered the most optimistic path of hope to survive in the
darkness; savagely menacing around,
Its like the very first showers of ecstatically torrential rain
suddenly feeling lividly desolate; even infront of the most
worthlessly cringing and miserably abandoned desert sands,
Its like ebullient blood gushing through the veins suddenly
feeling as if it belonged to someplace else; even as it
indefatigably pumped the heart with unconquerable exhilaration,
Its like the majestic spider perched in the center of its web
suddenly feeling decimated by a boundless feet on ground; even
though the strands of silk absorbed it more compassionately and
profound; into its own perseveringly crafted castle,
Its like the most wondrously efficacious panacea on this planet
suddenly feeling that it was abhorrent venom; even though it
marvelously and untiringly continued on its miraculous healing
spree,
Its like the strongest foundation on soil suddenly feeling it'd
worthlessly buried a countless feet under dead soil; even though
it hadn't moved a whisker; in the most treacherously vengeful
earthquake of the decade,
Its like the most immortal of heartbeat suddenly feeling
blasphemously betrayed; even though the sky of perpetual love
continued to harness and replenish the most inconspicuous of its
desires,
And I can assure you, it was indeed much worse than all of the
above; a feeling too unthinkably cursed to describe to even the
goriest of devils out there; when though I had the entire wealth
of the worldbut unfortunately wasn't writing poetry.

20. BRUTALLY BROKEN HEART


There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the diminutively flickering flame of the obfuscated candle; which
intermittently sprang up rays of jubilant hope in the ghastliest of
blackness,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
those rare and Spartan globules of water; haplessly trapped
amidst the sweltering granules of the desert soil,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the sporadically appearing rainbows in the hazily lit expanse of
sky; which cast a spell of uncanny enchantment upon every
organism alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the enigmatically tantalizing mirages; which inexhaustibly kept
the spirit of existence and aspirations alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the invisible droplets of blood of their sacred ancestors; which
were the most altruistic rays of optimism amidst the profusely
blood stained battlefield,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the precariously thin line which ran between insuperable truth
and flagrant lies; which gave them the option of relishing both
aspects of mundane life,

There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the fragrance of the seasonal lotus; which suddenly sprouted out
of nowhere in the middle of livid slush; and yet miraculously
enlightened every frazzled eyeball alive,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the very first droplet of rain which cascaded from sensuously
cloudy sky; inexplicably tracing a countless of their past
existence in its pristine glimmer,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the ladders of distant friendship; which though being continents
and generations apart; always kept them hopeful of hearing a
compassionately cheerful voice from the other end,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
that befuddling magicians wand; which appeared only at its own
will; but when it did-it perpetuated in them a brand new fervor
to exuberantly exist,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the haphazardly incongruous lines of their palms; which
incessantly whetted their appetite for the very best to yet arrive
in their severely devastated lives,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the parsimonious trickle of fantasies that time and again tickled
their brain; making them experience undisguised utopiaright
here on planet earth itself,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the blissfully tranquilizing shadows of serenity; which
majestically calmed their nomadically beleaguered soles with the
true panacea of life,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the oars of untamed adventure; which at times unflinchingly
stood; yet at times pathetically drowned to the rock bottom of
worthless clay-as the storm viciously struck out of nowhere,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the cry of every divinely new-born infant; which reached them

more invincibly closer and closer to their respective gods and


beliefs,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the fabric of unconquerable simplicity; which made them
naturally relinquish each sinful desire and be a true comrade to
their infinite other mates in unimaginable pain,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
the gorge of unprecedented risks; which perennially ignited the
spark of their existence; till an infinite boundaries beyond their
cognizance,
There were some who spent their entire lives; leaning solely on
their immortal beloved; who became their Omnipotent guiding
light in every state of their exultation and limitless duress,
Whilst I spent my entire life; leaning solely on the beats of my
brutally betrayed and broken heart; which although perfidiously
shattered; still made me breathe like a perfectly symbiotic
humanbefore I ultimately forced my way into my
veritable grave

21. JUST WHERE WERE YOU?


Just Where were you when I was inconsolably fretting in
exasperation; with virtually no other shoulder in the world to
lean upon; to share he innermost secrets of my brutally agonized
heart?
Just Where were you when I sat in solitary listlessnessfor
hours immemorial on the dining table; not wanting to savor even
the most infinitesimal morsel of food- without compassionately

befriending company aside?


Just Where were you when I unrelentingly tossed and turned all
cold-bloodedly sultry night; fervently waiting for those ears into
which I could whisper my innumerably inexplicable happenings
of the day?
Just Where were you when I sat in stony silence after composing
a boundless lines of majestic poetry; ardently wanting nothing
else in this world; but you as my audience to hear and engross in
the spirit of each word that I'd evolved?
Just Where were you when I jumped in unabashed exhilaration
at achieving my very first triumph in this vast world; wanting to
rejoice in its glory for moments unprecedented in the
passionately sensuous warmth of your arms?
Just Where were you when I inexhaustibly wept tears of
emptiness; when the knives of loneliness stabbed me deeper and
deeper; to make me a living carcass more ghoulish than its
veritably dead counterpart?
Just Where were you when I sat in morose submissionrejected
by the entire world; but still with untamed fires burning alive in
my eyes; as I timelessly awaited you to ask me as to how I felt-as
to what had I recently undergone?
Just Where were you when I was irrevocably trapped in the hell
of lecherous mayhem; refusing every ounce of benign help that
came my way; untiringly desirous of only your unparalleled
countenance coming to my rescue?
Just Where were you when I needed that pricelessly inevitable
pat on my back; after endeavoring for a countless hours on the
trot to spawn sheer and insatiably rhapsodic newness; out of a
graveyard of nothingness?
Just Where were you when I sought those minuscule bits of
admiration for every honorary accomplishment of mine;
inspiring me all the more and indefatigably on the path towards
altruistic righteousness?

Just Where were you when I needed to quell the unsurpassably


raging fires of my flesh; with the magically silken caress of your
skin; forever become one in the fragrance of your bountiful
existence?
Just Where were you when I'd desperately cuddled to a bundle of
frazzled fright; when all I perennially waited for was your
rejuvenating voice; to sweep me of my beleaguered feet and into
the land of invincible utopia?
Just Where were you when I endlessly kept listening to the rapid
ticking of the grandfather clock; waiting for the doors to open
with a bang upon your blessed arrival; and the sound of your
mesmerizing footsteps overwhelming everything else in vicinity?
Just Where were you when I audaciously chose the road never
ever tread upon; and then having done so I needed your
friendship and inspiration all the more; to survive amidst a pack
of savage wolves and emerge effulgently victorious?
Just Where were you when I'd shunned and shunted everything
else in the world for you; walked out of my parent's palace at
strokes well past midnightto meet you at the footsteps of the
mosque; from where we'd planned to silently elope?
Just Where were you when I was starving to an unforgivably
gruesome death just outside your doorstep; waiting for your eyes
to atleast recognize me-if not make love; as an organism whom
you once upon a time profoundly and dearly loved?
Just Where were you when I was fighting an infinite devils
singlehandedly; when I so badly wanted your voice from behind
to encourage and pep me up each unleashing minute; and not at
all the muteness of the atmosphere as my lone savior?
Just Where were you when I was just about to leave for my
heavenly abode; relinquishing my physical form forever at the
commands of the Lord; indisputably wanting to utter just once in
your ears; as to how much I missed you?
And now when I'd only started to plan as to how to legally give
you divorce; separate you from each aspect of my life; you

suddenly seemed everywhere-as if landed from the land of


nowhere; spuriously smiling and comforting me to save our
goddamned marriage; only so that not just half-but every part of
my hard earned richness always remained the complete gloss of
your artificial lips?.

22. IN OUR SUCCEEDING LIVES


Just when we'd completed the most immortally blessing kiss of
all times; with our insatiably crimson lips; now profusely oozing
cloudbursts of unparalleled passion,
Just when we'd completed the most sensuously tantalizing chase
of all times; with our enigmatically aroused skin pores now
desiring nothing else but the untamed smooch of our lips,
Just when we'd completed the most thunderously igniting caress
of all times; with our arms now wanting to altruistically
relinquish everything worldly around; to forever unite in the
spirit of invincible oneness,
Just when we'd completed the most mellifluously romantic songs
of all times; with our throats now voicing the innermost tunes of
our enamoring soul; without moving even an infinitesimal
fraction,
Just when we'd completed the most heart-to-heart discussions of
all times; with our forms now desiring nothing else but celestial
rest; for an infinite more destined lifetimes,
Just when we'd completed the most symbiotically shared meals
of all times; with our bloodstreams now eternally united in the
strings of miraculously ameliorating humanity,
Just when we'd completed the most boundlessly bewitching
fantasizing of all times; with our brains now fully comprehending

each other in every tangible and intangibly cognizable shape;


situation; color and form,
Just when we'd completed the most ravishingly unbridled
explorations of all times; with our fingers now wanting to solely
intertwine in the best of friendship on this earththat eventually
led to the gates of ultimate paradise,
Just when we'd completed the most euphorically mollifying
victories of all times; with our spirits now yearning to only seethe devil being unsparingly torched to the last bone of its
fecklessly frigid spine,
Just when we'd completed the most spell-bindingly fiery dance of
all times; with our muscles and bones now only fervently
yearningto wholesomely surrender to every stroke of destiny
and unleashing time,
Just when we'd completed the most wholeheartedly untamed
guffaw of all times; with our jaws now wanting to do nothing
else; but contentedly sleep for a thousand
more centuries to unveil,
Just when we'd completed the most voluptuously exotic suckling
of all times; with our tongues now finding heavenly sweetness; in
even the most bitter venom that dared cascade on them,
Just when we'd completed the most brilliantly sensitive poetic
verses of all times; with our palms now feeling as if uninhibitedly
swaying in rhapsodic utopia; right here on the trajectory of
mundanely commercial earth,
Just when we'd completed the most unbelievably philanthropic
charities of all times; with our souls now feeling washed and
wholesomely eradicated; of a countless derogatory sins of a
countless treacherous past lives,
Just when we'd completed the most stupendously intricate
nibbling of all times; with our teeth now happily and
unabashedly chattering a nineteen to the dozen; for the rest of
our lives,

Just when we'd completed the most unflinchingly beautiful


marriage rituals of all times; with our nerves now blissfully
bonded into one unassailable mass; with the blessings of the
Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Just when we'd completed the most unsurpassable admiration of
all times; with our speech now liberating and insuperably uniting
with the Omniscient aura of the lordas we continued to sing an
infinite hymns of praise for all his infinite creation,
Just when we'd completed the most poignantly unmatched
mating of all times; with our bodies now unstoppably laughing;
at even the most ghastliest prospect of going down the grave,
Continents apart. You got up with a jerk from your divinely sleep
in the arms of your husband. And I got up with a bolt of
lightening even greater- viciously crumpled under the bohemian
feet of my wife. And how we wished and wished and wished; that
this impossible dream of ours atleast got completed after our
deaths; and in our succeeding lives.

23. DANCE UPON EVERY CHANCE.


Whether it be as inconspicuous as an invisibly dissolute ant; or
whether it be as towering as the highest apogee of the invincibly
towering mountain; upon which fell the very first rays of the
brilliant Sun,
Whether it be as overpoweringly black as the color of unearthly
midnight; or whether it be blazing towards an infinite new
civilizations of tomorrowlike the profusely ameliorating beams
of empowering dawn,
Whether it be as evanescent as the parsimoniously deteriorating

horizons; or whether it be as veritably fathomless as the


gigantically swirling oceans and the endless chain of black
rocks,
Whether it be as infantile as the nimble squeak of the freshly
born baby rat; or whether it be as impregnably majestic as the
inimitably unparalleled roar of the unflinching lion,
Whether it be as frivolous as the sporadically changing winds; or
whether it be as undefeatedly passionate as the shades of
insuperably humanitarian and united blood,
Whether it be as light veined as the inane balderdash of the
limpid clown; or whether it be as redolently immortalizing as a
boundless lines of ecstatically bountiful poetry,
Whether it be as acrimoniously arid as the blistering sands; or
whether it be as torrentially sumptuous and everlastingly lifeyielding as the unabashedly tumbling droplets of golden rain,
Whether it be as nonchalant as the ephemerally livid whisper; or
whether it be as royally unassailable as the indefatigably
euphoric and vociferous lightening of the crimson sky,
Whether it be as ludicrously feeble as the abnormally rickety
pack of cards; or whether it be as insuperably fortified as the
magical Universe whose foundations rested on eternally unified
love,
Whether it be as excruciatingly tantalizing as the betraying
mirage; or whether it be as inevitably definite as the perennially
nurturing complexion of the soil; which was
a princely dark brown,
Whether it be as nervously tottering like the abysmally old man
stumbling towards his grave; or whether it be perpetually
bouncing in the victorious vigor and ardor
of wondrously youthful life,
Whether it be as dismally oblivious as the full cry of the nonexistent mosquito; or whether it be full; eternal and ravishingly
triumphant as the entire Universe of philanthropic justice,

Whether it be as disdainfully terrestrial as the transient blade of


pulverized green grass; or whether it uninhibitedly flapped its
wings like a surreally adorned queen through fathomless bits of
azure sky,
Whether it be as cunningly slippery as the bewilderingly groping
eel; or whether it be as infallibly faithful as the girl of your every
dream; who fearlessly stood abreast you to rejoice and smilingly
accept the ghastliest of death,
Whether it be as uncannily eccentric as the croaking witch's
anointed broomstick; or whether it be as enthrallingly pragmatic
as the unnervingly ticking centuries old town clock,
Whether it be as deplorably jinxed as the fetidly disgruntled
graveyard; or whether it be as miraculously blessed as every
synergistically palpitating creation of
the Omnipotent Almighty Lord,
Whether it be as treacherously cheating like the feckless shadow
which came and disappeared with each shade of the light; or
whether it be as timelessly befriending as the breath in the
lungs; which only left you after your veritable death,
Whether it be as pathetically ungraspable as the stream of
widowed water; or whether it be like all those people around you
who unstoppably embraced you for solely what you were and
what you were destined to be,
And I really don't care; be it in whatever shape; form; color or
intensity; but as long as its for the betterment of humanity and
my very own self; and the very instant it comes my way; I'd
definitely and wholesomely dance upon every chance.

24. KILL THE SMOKE. STAMP THE CIGARETTE. QUIT


SMOKING FOREVER.
Before it vindictively enshrouds every pore of your skin; with its
despairingly hideous tinges of cancerous yellow,
Before it metamorphoses you into a carcass of nothingness; with
even the most amorphous of scarecrow looking more robust than
your disastrously haggard flesh,
Before it reduces you to nothing more than a stinking dustbin of
worthless dust; making people around you run an infinite
distance-the instant you passed sullen air through your lips,
Before it inevitably renders you into a coughing corpse;
disdainfully sputtering like a crankily quaint engine without gas;
everytime you tried to squeakily mumble your very own name,
Before it coerces your entire persona to rattle like a jinxed
saucepan of emptiness; as each of your bones squandered and
creaked with insipidity; everytime you dared tread on soil,
Before it unsparingly massacres the bountiful virility in your
seeds; leaves you staggering like an impotent moron; who wasn't
even fit to care for an adopted child,
Before it imprisons you forever in its swirl of addictive
baselessness; with even the most priceless pearls of love now
seeming to be a transient illusionary mist of debilitating decay,
Before it transforms your holistic visions into that of the devil;
wanting to do nothing else but spend a life in bizarre isolation;
with fathomless bellows of stale wind for breakfast; lunch and
dinner,
Before it perpetuates its diabolically bloodshot tinge into the
pristine whites of your eye; reducing you from an apostle of

happiness to a hapless spirit of the cadaverous graveyard,


Before it miserably trounces your appetite to win- beguiling you
with its non-existent witchly stride; doping your otherwise alert
brain with severe confusion to traverse even the straightest
roads of life,
Before it makes you a fecklessly rejected thorn of the society; for
polluting and harming priceless environment around you; with
your very own venom laden mouth,
Before it devastates you beyond the point of no return; as you
fondly frolicked in the glory of those tensionless childhood days;
which now seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer with each
stroke of the helplessly deteriorating night,
Before it horrendously strangulates your lungs with all heaviness
that ever existed; making you feel as if you carried the weight of
the whole planet; whereas you were now just a pair of crumbling
bones all over; as you walked,
Before it annihilates every taste bud of tantalizing freshness in
your tongue; transforming you into an into an insane dragon
wanting to gobble worthless chunks of desolate deathly fire all
the time,
Before it besieges every droplet of your royally persevered sweat
with its rotten stench of parasitic gloom; making you feel like a
miserable ant waiting to be trampled any instant; even after
achieving the entire wealth of the world,
Before it curses you with the onset of lividly emancipating old
age in the prime of ebullient youth; as hordes of veritably old
men and women hoisted your paperweight frame; for you to do
your daily chores,
Before it makes you a blatant outcaste with your very own
intestines; which preferred to choke forever into submission;
rather than bear the poisonous puff of wind indescribably
molesting them,
Before it blows the candles of your mesmerizing life forever;

with the horizons of its asphyxiating blackness; which never rose


to any fresh dawn or sparkling tomorrow,
Before it painstakingly chars every organ of your beautiful body
into the coffins of extinction; with your orphaned black soot then
being compared with some of the most lamentful specimens of
self-destruction,
Before it makes you an integral part of its thwarted familyconsisting of nothing else but boundless mortuaries of ghosts;
spirits and countless other bits of despondent meaninglessness,
Before it takes your holistic spirit far far away from God; as you
were not just simply exhaling it; but creating living carriers of
cancerous disease all around you; each time you breathed out
that tawdrily contaminated air,
Before it insidiously creeps in the form of raw red to the edge of
your throat; dissipating into oceans of immeasurable slain blood
everytime you stuttered; wheezed and spat,
Before it penalizes you to the most extreme degrees of seclusion;
disease; repulsion; abhorrence and death; for just being a
wonderful host to that lackadaisically jaded pipe like structure
with your lips,
Save your life. Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking
forever.

25. MAN-THE BIGGEST HYPOCRITE


He thanked the simmering rays of the Sun from the innermost
realms of his heart; for compassionately befriending his every
heartlessly chilly winter morning,
Whilst the same man unrelentingly abused the same Sun for
transforming him into a gutter of disdainful sweat; as the peak of
afternoon crept by and he trespassed his terrace barefoot.
He thanked the voluptuous puffs of clouds for permeating each
instant of his otherwise bedraggled day; with unparalleled
fantasies of desire; charm and inseparable longing,
Whilst the same man viciously abused the same clouds for
bruising him beyond repair; as he stumbled into the valley
shouting for his life; losing his footing into the velvety fading

light.
He thanked the tree to no end for providing him the most blissful
shade of his life; wading all his worries to an eternal rest as he
uninhibitedly slept on its motherly trunk,
Whilst the same man intransigently abused the same tree for
becoming an infuriating hindrance; as he frantically searched for
his beloved amidst the fathomless network of forest grapevines;
branches; stalks and leaf.
He thanked the gigantic waves till his last trace of voice; for
rhythmically lifting his boat high and handsome towards the sky;
with poetically vivacious strokes galore,
Whilst the same man bawdily abused the same waves for
betraying him as he sank to the rock bottom of the ocean with
his boat; suddenly not able to withstand the undefeated
flamboyancy of the waves anymore.
He thanked the surreally silent night with all his might; for
giving him that much needed inevitable reprieve from the
vagaries of this planet; where every robotic morning of worry led
him to think only suicide,
Whilst the same man unsparingly abused the same night for
rendering him in a state of abject loneliness; deserting him in
fear of being indiscriminately robbed as he incoherently babbled
with the winds.
He thanked the unflinchingly straight walls with tears of
gratitude in his eyes; for being his best and most faithful
companion; as he talked to them when the entire world shunted
and made parodies of his eccentric delights,
Whilst the same man vindictively abused the same walls for
badly bruising his nose and imprisoning him till eternity; each
time he tried to run and feel the fresh atmosphere; outside.
He thanked the fathomless desert for triggering his imagination
to the most unprecedented limits; as the endless expanse of
golden sands made him a spontaneous artist filled with prolific
joy of the living kind,
Whilst the same man inconsolably abused the same desert for
making him completely lose his moorings; hopelessly stranding
him amidst a labyrinth of only dust; as he winced to take on the

force of one of his chilliest nights.


He thanked the gustily blowing wind with open arms; for soaring
his kite like the ultimate magician up into bits of limitless sky; as
his fingers swayed to the tunes of the ardently charged string,
Whilst the same man inexorably abused the same wind for
ruthlessly pushing him to a racy death---100 floors down his
building; as it blew just a trifle too harder for his comfort and
his foot inadvertently tripped.
He thanked the triumphantly scintillating glass for honestly
portraying every contour of his personality; as he stood up with
integrity on his hard earned patch of soil,
Whilst the same man implacably abused the same glass for
making him an inferior societal neglect; as it reflected scores of
other thousands of beings more beautiful than him; and he now
prepared himself to lead a life ahead full of misery; selfdestruction and gloom.
He thanked the virgin streaks of white lightening for igniting the
most dormant arenas of his brain; leading him to discover the
inexplicably mysterious world beyond the mundane,
Whilst the same man horrifically abused the same lightening for
reducing him into bits of invisibly ludicrous ash; as he stood a bit
longer under it to admire it in its
full and untamed glory.
He thanked the tumultuously pelting drops of sensuous rain with
passionate folded palms; for blessing every disastrously parched
nerve of his with rhapsodic delight ,
Whilst the same man barbarously abused the same rain for
indefinitely stranding him within four walls; as the incessant
downpour exasperatingly cut his every feasible link with the
commercial globe outside.
He thanked the boundlessly dense forests for allowing him to
discover his quintessential roots; as he let the seductive spray of
the dew evoke memories of the supernatural and beyond; in the
spectacularly star-studded night,
Whilst the same man remorsefully abused the same forests for
making him a wastrel wanderer; slapping the tag of a good-fornothing eccentric recluse into his

now mysteriously groping eyes.


He thanked the compassionate woman living with him for
making him feel complete in every aspect of his existence;
transcending his every desire beyond the zenith of fulfillment,
Whilst the same man cruelly abused the same woman for
circumscribing his life into realms of responsibility; rendering
him a mere puppet to fulfill his worldly duties bereft of all spice;
after a while.
You know why. Because every Man on earth; myself included; is
the biggest Hypocrite

26. WRITING POETRY


Writing poetry is like the newborn draughts of ecstatic wind;
kissing the innocuous cluster of green leaves; with the most
uninhibited ardor and camaraderie of all times,
Writing poetry is like the soul wholesomely cleansing itself of
even the most inadvertently committed of its sins; as it blended
with the beats of magical verse; which transcended over every
religion; caste; creed; color and tribe,
Writing poetry is like a bird exuberantly flapping its wings;
having just being released from years of insidious captivity; and
now ready to commence upon its most royal flight,
Writing poetry is like the queenly droplet of glistening sweat;
which tantalized the skin to the nth degree of sensuousness; as it
enchantingly traversed towards the most hidden corner of the
big toe; and then embraced death,
Writing poetry is like a kingly magnet attracting the most
inanimate objects; and then befriending them forever in a swirl
of invincible togetherness; under the broadest daylight and
sinister blackness of the morbid night,
Writing poetry is like a vivacious rainbow enlightening even the
most drearily lambasted portions of adulterated living kind; with
new found rays of courage; compassion and everlasting hope,
Writing poetry is like pristine white lightening enrapturing the
entire Universe; reducing every trace of sin to infinitesimal ash;

and rekindling every soul towards the path of freshly untainted


optimism,
Writing poetry is like an untamed whirlpool reaching its
enthralling crescendo; and devouring everything and anything
that came in its vicinity; into the flames of its unabashed desire,
Writing poetry is like the ebullient scent of virgin mud after
showers of unfettered rain; which evoked life of all shapes; sizes
and color on the Universe; to sing and dance in the timeless
rhythm of a united existence,
Writing poetry is like a cathartic revolution for something to
happen from the wisps of absolute nothingness; so that every
ingredient of the besmirched human atmosphere; started to
reverberate with the pulsations of companionship,
Writing poetry is like the wail of freshly born life; when the
cradle of undefeated innocence bonded one and all alike; in a
never before celebration of infallible newness,
Writing poetry is like the crackling voice of thunder heard at a
distance; tingling the corridors of the mind with mystery
unprecedented; as cloudbursts of rain fervently advance in their
odyssey towards simmering ground,
Writing poetry is like freshly formed globules of golden dew
being dispersed into a boundless more bits of their kind; with
every footstep that voluptuously caresses the blades of sensitive
grass,
Writing poetry is like dazzling rays of dawn splitting into zillion
rays of blessed light; illuminating every conceivable cranny of
earth; with the joyously rejoicing power to survive; till destined,
Writing poetry is like a promise made and irrefutably adhered to
till the end of life; upon the foundations of solidarity; truth;
friendship and most importantly the religion of humanity,
Writing poetry is like a nightingale humming the sweetest songs
of its life; every day a different tune; but with an unhindered

intensity which kept proliferating leaps and bounds; till the time
it existed,
Writing poetry is like an undefeated zealous wave; which rose
yet again; victoriously undulating and high towards blue sky;
even after being reduced to nothingness- clashing against the
merciless grey rocks,
Writing poetry is like uninhibitedly dancing upon every chance
that life offered; expending every ounce of trapped frustration in
the nerve wrecked body; to blend in impregnable oneness with
the fathomless atmosphere,
Writing poetry is like falling deeper and deeper into the valley of
Immortal love; a love which made you feel alive without a grain
of food in your body; as it became your sole reason; elixir;
direction and adventure to survive.

27. SWEAT BATH


Neither was the most contemporarily powerful of air-conditioner
needed; even as the heat outside raced to an unbearable scorch,
Neither was there the most infinitesimal puff of wind that could
provide any respite; as time painstakingly crawled to welcome a
fresh dawn,
Neither did ice form into mesmerizing cubes even in the deepest
freeze; as virtually everything in vicinity was shredded asunder
in fiery whirlpools of the afternoon,

Neither did wondrously tantalizing waves of the oceans reach


the penurious doorstep; as they were pragmatically speaking continents and poles apart,
Neither did the most rhapsodically delectable ice-creams and
candies cause a diminutive dent; as the blazing heat pulverized
the same into frigid pulp-even before they could reach the lips,
Neither did the most mellifluously nostalgic of songs cause an
impact- as shades of adulterated humane yellow pierced the
atmosphere; as draughts of warm air swept their might,
Neither did the most enchanting of praises reach the ears; as
asphyxiating dust and morbid smoke; squandered through a
landscape of population with a forlorn will to kill,
Neither did the darkest shades of black tinted glass come to any
rescue- as though the dark films sequestered from direct impact;
they absorbed heat at the same time to eventually distort beyond
recognition,
Neither did the merrily artificial tap of water provide the tiniest
of solace; as it soon started to emit hostile steam usurped by the
storm of volcanic heat which wavered fiercely around,
Neither did the glass of freshly extracted fruit juice render the
slightest of rejuvenation- as it miserably evaporated to reveal the
last grains of sugar and salt blended within; as famished palms
groped fervently ahead to clutch it,
Neither did snow flakes disdainfully thrown astray by the
passing carts create a whiff of cool- as the parched tarmac
devoured those few globules of water first; even before any
living form dared creep near them,
Neither did the most majestic of castles generate a shy beam of
shade; as their walls themselves scorched like a ravaging
bulldozer; sulking at the angst that came alongwith the heatinstead of a grain of compassionate comfort,
Neither did the historically quaint well guarantee any beacon of
a promise; as when one tread right to its mystically intrepid

bottom- the discovery did yield hollowness but without a droplet


of liquid to compliment,
Neither did the sensuously nestled swimming pool offer a
fantasy of revitalizing delight; as arid winds laced with
venomous smoke stabbed its periphery; metamorphosing its
charmed persona into a parsimoniously fetid gutter line,
Neither did the princely fountain adorning the bustling street
offer a trifle of an enthrallment- as the spray that once upon a
time kissed the chin after ricocheting of ground; now abruptly
dried midway in fireballs of acrimonious heat,
Neither did the couch of astoundingly pure velvet generate any
comfort; as before anyone could nestle on its enamoring
softness- its covers melted in the tyrannical heat- and out came
charging the unabashed coiled springs,
And yet I was unabashedly relishing each ounce of my existence;
even as the tumultuous summer heat whipped every bit of joy
from the solar-plexus of survival,
As I romanced in the golden stream of mortal sweat that
sensuously dribbled down my skin- to give me my victorious
Sweat-Bath.

28. HUMAN EMOTIONS


I swooned, collapsing on the ground like a pack of plastic cards,
after viewing ghastly images of Dracula on the silver screen.
I burst into fits of laughter, somersaulted wildly with my
intestines aching,
as the talented comedian coated his face with slimy egg yolk.
I sobbed in unrelenting hysteria when one of kin left for
heavenly abode,
envisaged the dismal life to be led, bereft of his captivating
presence.
I contorted my face in creases of unbearable agony,
as an army of red ant stung supple arenas of my skin.
I danced tenaciously with mounting spurts of exuberance,
after clearing rigorous impediments of the final examination.
I uttered syllables at unprecedented speeds,
with my tongue swishing against dark cavities of teeth,
when quizzed by the police for my catalogue of misdeeds.
I rapidly exhaled trapped air in my lungs,
as I clambered up the terrain in a bid to reach the ultimate
pinnacle.
I blushed an austere amount of scarlet crimson,
when caught red handed stealing warm blood apples from the
tree.
I riveted my gaze towards amber streaks of the distant horizon,
stared in mute silence as the sun finally sank behind towering
peaks of the mountain.
I slept in a tranquil bliss spinning romantic webs in dreamy
sedation,
after assiduous amounts of labor executed in the steaming sun.

I felt relieved of Herculean strings laden with tension,


after gliding through Luke warm waters of the sparkling pool.
I felt uncensored avenues of my heart throb at rollicking pace,
as the person i desired waded slowly past my groping vision.
I felt thoroughly gratified with existing vagaries of life,
if I was fed with abundant morsels of food in the day,
impregnated with gallons of mineral water divested of bacteria,
given a mattress of pure spongy grass to sleep,
admiring the exotic pattern of stars all throughout the vigils of
sultry night.
29. MIRACLE WARMTH
Voracious winds caused waves to crash against the mighty rock,
deafening sounds emanated as boulders tumbled down
the mountain,
cacophonic tunes echoed as fat fingers compressed horn socket,
golden sunlight prompted sapphire stones to radiate light,
switchblade knife ripped through rich balls of cushioned foam,
electric grinders churned fruit pulp to sweetened juice,
rubber beds sunk deep as i collapsed for the night,
dry laden air had coats of moisture as light showers cascaded
down,
white puffs of clouds surged forward,
with momentum imparted by passing aircraft.
peacock feathers went majestically berserk,
as signs of thunder skyrocketed in the cosmos.
humming bees buzzed with feverish activity,
oozed honey from catacombed pores of their body.
lush green grass blades cropped at barren regions of landscape,
after mere sprinkling of dried goat manure.
stream velocity rose with sporadic ease,
as crisp currents of water, confronted drifting logwood.
bicycle wheels galloped through undulating landscape,
at increasing pressure generated by foot sole.
I dug deep tunnels in sand lagoons,
suspended my flesh in molten earth, to experience brief intervals
of compassionate warmth.

30. THROUGH THE EYES OF NEWLY BORN RAT


Strolling masses of human looked like huge monsters,
midget sized dustbin appeared as a tank containing Grey
boulders,
olive green fruit of banana struck my view as hanging bridges,
round mass of watermelon was visible as the flaming Sun with
coats of green,
coins of sliver struck my view as small islands of paradise,
fast moving cars I sighted as towering ships sailing on dry land,
perfume bottles on the shelf resembled transparent drums
containing puffs of
white clouds,
hotel swimming pool appeared as the palatial waters of Atlantic
ocean,
heaps of stray sand lying duplicated vast expanse of Appalachian
mountain,
leaded sticks of match were what i could describe as short poles
with Grey
light,
conical flasks of water flooded my vision as sizeable area of
washing tank,
minuscule briquette's of coal seemed like big specimens of
crystal rock,
leather bound volumes of book looked like brick walls of white,
colored tablets of soap replicated plush beds to lie on,
steps of the spiral staircase loomed large like steep precipices,

ornate idols of god emulated frozen giants with divine grace,


the flaming sun appeared the largest of them all,
with the silken complexioned moon a shade compressed in size,
the earth seemed a magnified place to live in,
with the only solace being my twin brother,
who was born a few seconds beside me in the body of a mouse,
we were privileged enough to visualize and see,
applauded ourselves for the same rubbing our slimy noses in
unison,
what humans had perspired for decades to encounter,
scientists had racked minute corners of their brain without
avail,
we could now clearly admire through our eyes as newly born
baby rats.

31. OPEN MOUTHED YAWN


As it occurred there was a pungent moisture that besieged my
eyes; engendering
them to open a bit wider than usual,
As it occurred there seemed to be a dreariness in my bones; an
insatiable desire to close of the lights,
As it occurred my shoulders seemed to be stooping towards the
earth; a wave of
indolence circumventing my persona,

As it occurred my palms seemed pale; developed a profound


abhorrence to hoist
the pen and write,
As it occurred the gloss on my hair seemed to be pretty
lackluster; with the
curly strands now settling into a shriveled heap,
As it occurred the blood circulating through the network of my
veins seemed to
slacken its speed; abdicating the exhilaration it had possessed a
few hours before,
As it occurred the soles of my feet automatically stretched;
endeavoring to ease the tumultuous tension stabbing them,
As it occurred the atmosphere seemed to be enveloped by a pin
drop stillness; with the sound of the nocturnal nightingale
drifting clearly in my ears,
As it occurred the muscles of my cheek got exorbitantly flexed;
exposing the complete armory of my crystalline teeth,
As it occurred the bulky portion of my skull suddenly felt
ethereal; invisible
enigmas of my mind seemed to have instantly terminated,
As it occurred I perceived insurmountable tensions of the
monotonous day evaporate into thin oblivion; felt a rejuvenated
enthusiasm to lead life,
As it occurred I felt the beating of my heart get steadier;
supreme mollification of the organs that surrounded it,
As it occurred I felt a sense of philanthropic forgiveness descend
upon my demeanor; the virtue of embracing all in proximity,
As it occurred I got engulfed with loads of heavenly
contentment; with ravenous desires for food gradually
diminishing,

As it occurred voices hovering in the air seemed to be getting


hazier by the zipping second; the crisp outlines of the blistering
sun now appeared as an indistinct blur,
As it occurred I seemed to be turning dramatically nostalgic;
reminiscing innocuous memories of my childhood,
As it occurred the restless tossing on the bed seemed to be
progressively subsiding; the breath wafting from my nostrils felt
a trifle heavier,
As it occurred I recited the last prayers before ending the day;
looked with a wistful sigh towards starry sky,
As it occurred I shut my eyes with overwhelming intensity;
transited into a deep slumber; brusquely bidding goodbye to my
beloved,
You must be wondering that the thing so magnanimously
portrayed must be nothing less than a palace of gold; well I think
this time you're in for a shock; for I am describing nothing else
but our very own and perennially lazy; open mouthed yawn.

32. WHAT IS THE USE


What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images,
fails to
portray the true identity of an individual,
What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps
incessantly munching
tones of green grass,
What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold
traffic; buckles down under the impact of vehicular load,
What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit;
refrains to yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary
passengers,
What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let
apart transport hordes of passengers,
What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless
demeanor of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature,
What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk;
transferring their
possessors to their required place of destination,
What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to
draw; hoist the slightest of load from ground,
What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison
innocuous insects; snaps into multiple fragments at the tiniest of
caress,
What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every
unleashing second when traversing the lanes,

What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain;


sprinkle upon
the parched earth bountiful droplets of water,
What is the use of a bell, which doesn't produce a shrill sound
when rung; lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously,
What is the use of a bird, which doesnt fly uninhibitedly in the
sky; indolently sleeps in its nest on soil,
What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it
scrupulously to
facilitate digestion,
What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant
harboring a
plethora of dead weed and dirt,
What is the use of the Sun in the cosmos which does not shine;
holding back
its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth,
What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at
night; illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant
hope,
What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the
mesmerizing beauty of the globe,
What is the use of lips, which dont smile; effusively express
feelings of warmth and congeniality,
What is the use of humans which dont procreate their progeny;
fail to imbibe
the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates,
What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear
crop; blowing
with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap,

What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its


master; in the end becomes an inevitable cause of his
assassination,
What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of
key; enabling
burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will,
What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its
lethal venom when it matters the most,
What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the
philanthropic spirit to propagate peace,
And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even
after witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of
stringent sophistication.

33. FANTASY MEAL

Fleshy pulp of juicy melon,


fresh green skin of elongated banana,
scarlet red complexion of sweet apple,
hard olive skull of coastal coconut,
oblong globules of violet grape fruit,
sliced chunks of peeled orange,
tetra walled legs of salted cucumber,
chopped pieces of marinated garlic,
reddish brown roots of unripened radish,
roasted body of sweet potato,
thick curry of churned tomato,
tender beanstalks of ladies finger,
pungent seedlings of green chili,
appetizing kernels of rusty walnut,

darkish yellow insides of hybrid mango,


cascading protein yolk from egg shell,
hollow ringed circles of sliced pineapple,
purplish bulge of heart shaped brinjal,
jointed sticks of sugarcane fiber,
miniscule pieces of chopped lemon,
an exact kilogram of green peas,
abundant supply of crimson plums,
all this blended with molten sugar,
with macro toppings of cheddar cheese,
stirred vigorously to edible proportions,
with wooden battens coated with mustard incense,
served royally on ornamental steel,
creating ravishing sensations in salivary buds,
eaten with a shining silver spoon,
remains the most fantasized meal,
for decades and times immemorial.

34. BEAUTY IN PURE CANDLELIGHT


A hard black thread projected few inches,
from the slender body of green complexioned wax,
standing tall and handsome in hollow cavities of curved metal,
firmly riveted to base in a pool of solidified liquid,
swaying mildly in the stormy wind,
blowing with full tenacity from the partially opened window
crack,
oozing molten tears every passing second,
as amber flames licked its soft periphery,
diminishing in stature as time zipped in the wall clock,
beautifying the murky dull persona of the winter night,
providing paltry amounts of warm waves,
reinforcing frozen pores of skin with temperate heat,

the black wick thread now burnt in full light,


flooding the pitch dark room with galleries of pure candlelight.
I loved her as much as I feared to die,
she was all that life could ever offer me,
her laugh was as fresh as the new petals blossoming at dawn,
her body sparkled as the dewdrops born from the sweating
grass,
Alas! she was no more inhabiting this room,
a tragic accident had snatched her far away from realms of this
earth,
her enchanting whispers still flooded my eardrum,
I could envisage her fascinating smile all day,
her petite footsteps echoed in my dreams,
she now existed purely in my memories,
and looked more blissful than ever in the glowing flames of my
light green
candle stick.

The End .

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