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»What should a husband do? ? ?

 

What should a husband do; if his wife indefatigably nagged him; tirelessly made him feel like a naked impoverished beggar; right in the center of the boisterously crowded street; and under the broadest of daylight?

What should a husband do; if his wife was more indifferent than the acrimoniously stabbing deserts; aimlessly staring towards the amorphously non-existent winds; whilst he inconsolably trembled in the most inexplicable of pain and disease?

What should a husband do; if his wife was the biggest blackmailer on the trajectory of planet divine; an entity who if once came to know of his weaknesses; would continue to backlash at him like the most venomous scorpion; at the tiniest of opportunity?

What should a husband do; if his wife preferred to talk more passionately than the Sun to every stranger and obliterated stone on the dusty street; remaining an emotionless ghost right infront of his earnest eyes?

What should a husband do; if his wife didn’t ask him even once of what he did and achieved the entire day; even though he’d catapulted to such dizzy heights of philanthropic success; that none could ever perceive in the wildest of their dreams?

What should a husband do; if his wife ghoulishly went of into the realms of unbreakable sleep; whilst he was undergoing the most volatile catharsis of his heart; sharing the most latent ingredients of his soul with her persona?

What should a husband do; if his wife vindictively abused him every unfurling instant of the day and night; when every other entity on the planet loved him for the astounding records that he’d achieved; for all the endless love that he was trying to perennially spread?

What should a husband do; if his wife mischievously flirted and philandered with every other man on the Universe; even though he endeavored his very best to quench even the most evanescent of her desire?

What should a husband do; if his wife sadistically ridiculed even the most sacred of his beliefs; nonchalantly dismissed every element of his devotion; to bond as one with the spirit of the Omnipotent God?

What should a husband do; if his wife devised an infinite ways to pull his leg and make him lick the most disdainful of dust; instead of inspiring him to unflinching face the world and rise to the most truthfully ultimate of skies?

What should a husband do; if his wife wholeheartedly supported the indiscriminate felling of trees just to impart more free space to their land; whilst he on the other hand shed a billion tears of sorrow at even the tiniest snapping of a leaf?

What should a husband do; if his wife wholesomely dictated her insane idiosyncrasies on their only child; threatening to leave him forever and go publicly to her parents house; if he dared to intervene with his suggestions for his very own heavenly offspring?

What should a husband do; if his wife guffawed like the greatest of marauding demons; at every ardently heart-rendering tear dropp that dribbled from his eye; for treacherously depraved humanity?

What should a husband do; if his wife interminably preferred to read every bit of delirious balderdash written on this earth; whilst countless lines of poetry that he’d immortally dedicated and written for her; lay fretfully rotting and obsolete on his writing shelves?

What should a husband do; if his wife unstoppably sermonized him to go to a flagrantly unceremonious mental asylum; whilst he all he ever attempted to do in his life; was to help her successfully accomplish every task of hers?

What should a husband do; if his wife was severely prejudiced and his worst critic; salaciously excoriating the most inimitably priceless of his art to feckless totters; in her fits of preposterously manipulative practicality?

What should a husband do; if his wife unsparingly teamed up with her parents; to demonstrate the epitome of cadaverous rudeness towards him; for every kind and humanitarian deed that he did?

What should a husband do; if his wife felt that bearing his child was the greatest sin on the soil of this fathomless Universe; as it would satanically disproportion her body; integrity; identity and unabashed entity?

What should a husband do; if his wife’s only mission was to squabble and thrash him with the mace of abhorrence; right from the first cry of dawn; for ostensibly not the slightest rhyme or reason?

Should he Kill Her? Or Should he Kill Himself? Or Should he kill both? Or Should be Divorce Her? Or Should he remarry? Or should he keep his second wife alongwith Her? Or should he abandon all worldly pleasures and go to the peak of Everest to perpetually meditate?

Well if I for one was in his shoes; then I wouldn’t do any of the above. Instead just accept all what was happening around me; as a part of my inevitably regretful destiny…..


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»When I lost my love

 

I drowned myself in large beer cans of alcohol,
lay the whole night on desolate sands of the beach,
traversed bare feet through scorching territories of
stone ground,
sang nostalgic rhymes while kissing the winter breeze,
grew strands of unruly beard on the immaculate skin of
my face,
stared unrelentingly all night at the cameo of
twinkling stars,
consumed food abstemiously with occasional sips of
soiled water,
erupted with volatile outbursts of anger at the
slightest of provocation,
walked at languid pace with the acerbic sun filtering
through my eyes,
wore pure suits of torn jute blended with cheap pieces
of leather,
lambasted myself with incessant strokes of the
whiplash at dawn,
distributed all my affluence to the needy and
impoverished,
disposed my smoke grey sedan in fathomless waters of
the ocean,
burnt all novels which contained even minuscule traces
of romance,
refrained to cast frivolous glances the charismatic
passing by,
sequestered myself from pragmatic realities of life,
spending life like a relic in a dilapidated barn,
ploughing the earth with my pickaxe shovel; the only
means of survival,
i had obscure memories of my last laughter,
the last time i had bounced radiantly; blooming with
life,
at the present moment though i sobbed all day and
sinister night,
i no longer possessed the power to win back my love,
to shrug of the obliterations and make her forever
mine.


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»When I needed you

 

When I needed loads of conviction to fight every
aspect of monotonous life; I looked into your
impeccably righteous eyes,

When I needed the exhilaration to surge forward after
wee hours of perilous midnight; I fondled your
voluptuously ravishing hair,

When I needed unrelenting stamina to clamber to the
ultimate summit of the mountain; I glimpsed at your
celestially exuberant smile,

When I needed that indispensable rejuvenation to
forget my battalion of pragmatic worries; I fondled
the rubicund pink of your mesmerizing cheeks,

When I needed a tunnel of mysticism to envelop my
conscience; I peered profoundly into the lines of your
daintily embellished palms,

When I needed overwhelming courage to face the hideous
hooded devil; I inhaled the divinely breath diffusing
compassionately from your nostrils,

When I needed the persevering ardor to indefatigably
execute my duties; I basked in the glory of your
gloriously golden beads of perspiration,

When I needed back my moments of nostalgic childhood;
I wholesomely blended my impoverished demeanor in the
folds of your sacrosanct lap,

When I needed the profuse virtue of benevolence to
help my shivering fellow beings; I glanced at the
immaculate integrity of your magnanimous soul,

When I needed the flame of desire to rise in my body;
I kissed your enchanting lips till eternity under the
resplendent ocean of moonlight,

When I needed the Herculean tenacity to trespass over
a blanket of thorns; I touched your feet; for the
blessings which saw me emerge victorious in each
mission I undertook,

When I needed that time should tumultuously fly; I
concentrated on your lightening fast flurry of
mischievous winks,

When I needed sleep after struggling for sweltering
days on the trot; I absorbed the rhapsodic melody in
your voice; that made me snore than the richest of
kings,

When I needed my devotion to mankind culminate into a
full blossom; I clasped your folded hands which prayed
incessantly towards the Sun, ’

When I needed to forget my departed ones; I bonded
your magical countenance tightly with mine; making me
wholesomely oblivious to the essence of veritable
death and pain,

When I needed to impregnate astounding sensitivity in
my routine form; I traced the outlines of your
ingratiatingly marvelous face,

When I needed to lead life to the fullest; I followed
your alluring footsteps; which kept boisterously
bouncing; irrespective of advancing time and age,

When I needed to die and relinquish even the most
minuscule draught of air I breathed; I looked at your
Omnipotent shadow; which followed me all the way to
the heavens,

And when I needed immortally love; I bonded with the
inner most core of your heart; and it was here that I
found a perpetual gift of sharing and care; it was
here that I found all the wealth I was so desperately
seeking in this miserably manipulative world….



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»When I realized

 

THE FIRST TIME I saw a blind man groping wildly in daylight; I felt like running away; profoundly appalled by the pathetic sight,
Although the next instant when I realized that I had eyes; was bestowed upon by the creator with pellucid sight; I maneuvered him benevolently to cross the crowded street.


The first time I saw a dumb man; trying to convey messages frantically waving his arms; I felt asphyxiated for breath; almost swooned heavily on the ground, Although the next instant when I realized that I had a tongue; I opened my mouth whenever he wanted to speak; to portray his message articulately to the world.


The first time I saw a maimed woman slithering helplessly on the ground; I felt globules of water well up my eyes, started to cry hysterically,
Although the next instant when I realized that I had a robust body; spurts of exhilaration circulating rampantly through my veins; I hoisted her deftly on my shoulders; transported her safely to her destination.


The first time I saw a grizzly haired old man with an abysmally shriveled skin; the cane stick he held shivering uncontrollably in his hands; I almost puked out the meal I had consumed for breakfast,
Although the next instant when I realized that I had enough skin on my knuckles; I solidly entwined my palms in his; commanded him immediately to emancipate his walking stick.


The first time I saw a deaf girl who didn’t budge an inch even after hearing the obstreperous horns of the train behind; I collapsed in a bedraggled heap; witnessing her sheer numbness to sound,
Although the next instant when I realized that I could decipher the most intricate of sound; I snatched her far away from the path of the stridently blaring train.


The first time I saw a mad man incoherently banging his fists against acrid glass; trespassing naked through the civilized streets; I cursed destiny under my breath for making him imbecile,
Although the next instant when I realized that I had a sagacious mind of my own; I draped him in somber clothes; placed him immediately under psychiatric care.

The first time I saw a leper begging with an empty container on the road; I let out a gasp; sobbing profusely in my heart,
Although the next instant when I realized that I possessed immaculate skin; I decided to scrape it from my body; to graft the same on him as he inevitably needed it.


The first time I saw an injured man lying under a conglomerate of debris and wrought iron; I felt gasps of nervous exhaustion feverishly escaping my nostrils,
Although the next instant when I realized that I had raw energy incarcerated in my tenacious bones; I utilized it wholeheartedly for extricating him; against all odds from the rubble.


And the first time I saw the acrimonious world; with blood sucking individuals marauding freely around; the corrupt society depriving the destitute; I thought of ending life there itself,
Although the next instant when I realized that the creator had blessed me with astronomical knowledge; the prudent ability to distinguish between the good and evil; I decided to fight audaciously; with my heart taking two beats at a time till I was successful in changing the complexion of this earth.


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»When I remember you

 

When I remember you; I always look at the
scintillating Sun; as it was in its profoundly blazing
rays; that I irrefutably sighted your wonderfully
Omnipotent eyes; empathizing with all humanity,

When I remember you; I always look at the vivaciously
exhilarating rainbow; as it was in its intriguingly
spell binding vivacity; that I irrefutably sighted
your robustly princely facial contours,

When I remember you; I always look at the
resplendently twinkling stars; as it was in their
exotically seductive shimmer; that I irrefutably
sighted your philanthropically smiling lips,

When I remember you; I always look at the timelessly
evergreen meadows; as it was in their mystically
exuberant dewdrops; that I irrefutably sighted your
handsomely impeccable skin,

When I remember you; I always look at the
enthrallingly fathomless skies; as it was in their
boundlessly bountiful vastness; that I irrefutably
sighted your invincibly Omnipotent form,

When I remember you; I always look at the ravishingly
ebullient ocean; as it was in its tantalizingly frothy
waves; that I irrefutably sighted your spirit of
intrepidly magical adventure,

When I remember you; I always look at the vividly
rustling breeze; as it was in its euphorically
unsurpassable enthusiasm; that I irrefutably sighted
your miraculously enlightening touch,

When I remember you; I always look at the unassailably
towering mountains; as it was in their indomitably
scintillating peaks; that I irrefutably sighted your
fearlessly Omniscient stride,

When I remember you; I always look at the freshly born
and innocuous infant; as it was in its incredulously
impeccable wails; that I irrefutably sighted your
perennially unending chapter; of blissfully timeless
creation,

When I remember you; I always look at the torrentially
rhapsodic rain; as it was in its perpetually endowing
beauty; that I irrefutably sighted your magnanimously
unprecedented blessings to one and all; living kind,

When I remember you; I always look at the ecstatically
unfathomable gorge; as it was in its celestially
endless enchantment; that I irrefutably sighted your
Omnisciently blessing shadow,

When I remember you; I always look at the marvelously
majestic fireball of truth; as it was in its
unconquerably fragrant ardor; that I irrefutably
sighted your benevolently princely voice,

When I remember you; I always look at the vividly
bustling beehive of life; as it was in its melodiously
harmonious sweetness; that I irrefutably sighted your
impregnable demeanor enveloped with the scent of
priceless humanity,

When I remember you; I always look at the beautifully
mesmerizing roses; as it was in their stupendously
righteous and triumphant scent; that I irrefutably
sighted your majestically Omnipresent aura; for times
immemorial,

When I remember you; I always look at the heavenly
sapphire crested nightingale; as it was in its
unbelievably benign and soothing voice; that I
irrefutably sighted your gloriously Omnipotent and
unparalleled artistry,

When I remember you; I always look at the godly cradle
of uninhibited forgiveness; as it was in its divinely
virtue to condone all inadvertently wrong; that I
irrefutably sighted your holistically everlasting
soul,

When I remember you; I always look at the sprouting of
the eternally romantic seasons; as it was in their
astoundingly rejuvenating newness; that I irrefutably
sighted your insurmountably tireless elements of
symbiotic creation,

When I remember you; I always look at the unlimited
infernos of compassionately eclectic breath; as it was
in their poignantly unshakable vibrancy; that I
irrefutably sighted your astonishingly divine chapter
of perpetual proliferation,

And when I remember you; I always look at the
victoriously throbbing heart; as it was in its
ardently immortal beats of love; that I irrefutably
sighted your ingratiating persona; it was in its
formidable passion that I sighted your wonderfully revolving Universe….


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»When I saw her

 

WHEN I SLAMMED my eyes shut; with vigorous tenacity,
My hands started trembling in animated ecstasy.


When I stopped my hands from shivering; pinning them down,
Infinite hair on my persona stood up in poignant alacrity.


When I soothed down dainty nodules of hair; applying Luke warm pads of heat,
Juxtaposed clusters of my teeth commenced to chatter in indignation.


When I put brakes on my teeth chattering; executing exorbitant power,
The big toe in my feet started to nostalgically reverberate.


When the big toe in my feet ceased to flutter; as I firmly pressed it on the cold floor,
Balloons of stale air got formed in mouth chamber; inflating it disproportionately.


When my mouth transited itself to realms of synchronized normalcy,
My neck started to prolifically bleed; as if stung by a million thorns.


When my neck got rehabilitated; after plucking out a plethora of nails,
Obstreperous cacophony profoundly iterated itself in my sensitive ear.


When sensations of abhorrent sound dramatically reduced in capacity,
Fiery vibrations strangulated my fists in entirety.


When my hands pacified themselves; releasing their clenched demeanor,
Intricate cavities in my heart started to throb turbulently.


And eventually when her enchanting silhouette unfolded before my sight,
I fell in celestial stupor on her dainty feet,
With all the commotion drowned forever; in torrential rain showers of her unrelenting love.


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»When I saw the Sun rising in the sky

 

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt waves of unparalleled enchantment circumvent my persona,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; nascent pores embedded in my skin sprung up with exuberant intensity,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt waves of marathon despair deeply embodied in me; vanish into thin wisps of oblivion,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt besieged by volatile gushes of resplendent light,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; stale pools of air in my lungs got profoundly reinvigorated; revitalizing my dreary senses,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt innovative perceptions about beauty circulating wildly through intricate pores of my mind,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt newly born droplets of sweat trickle down my nape; washing away sins of the previous day,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt golden beams of light gently caress my obscured eyes,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt an unprecedented vigor suddenly impregnate my feeble veins,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt a compassionate warmth engulfing me from all sides; annihilating completely the barbaric chill I had encountered in the night,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt my legs rhythmically sway; my ears absorbedly focused to melodious chirping of the humming bird,
When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt catapulted to supreme heights of ecstasy; with benevolent feelings of forgiveness slowly creeping in my soul,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt the palpitations of my heart grow faster; loads of enthusiasm embodied in my blood,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt the color of my skin dramatically change; it had now acquired tinges of robust crimson; profusely replacing patches of pallid flesh,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; it made me retrospect more nostalgically about my past; forming a pellucid picture of my entity,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I felt inundated with images of celestial gods; hovering very near my silhouette,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I made a plethora of resolutions before commencing nondescript activities of the day,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I pictured all my ancestors living in coordinated harmony as the rays emanating out,

When I saw the sun rising in the sky; I dreamt about my love which was immortal as the perpetual shine,

And when I saw the sun rising in the sky; I conceived a new beginning to life; felt like bestowed with another opportunity to prove my mettle in this unsparing world.


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»When I sliced my heart

 

When I sliced volatile wire; impregnated with white currents of electricity,
It spewed out a volley of poignant sparks in tandem; I was stabbed with several impacts of shock; falling like a lifeless pigeon on the ground.

When I sliced open obdurate tree bark; embossed with a cluster of rustic root,
A slurry of succulent white juice oozed out in emollient abundance; and the tree wept in hidden anguish.

When I sliced the belly of the colossal mountain; infinite tons of mud leaked out in frenzy,
A cluster of earthworm and rabbit got dismantled; and the once bombastic structure now resembled a beggar in torn rags.

When I sliced open the skin of emerald watermelon; rosy pink juice cascaded down with spontaneity,
The fruit looked ravishingly voluptuous like never before; with scores of brown seeds tumbling down.

When I sliced decayed bones freshly excavated from soil; a finely crushed chowder of calcium flew directly in my eyes,
The scenario appeared grotesquely despicable; with nostalgic memories of centuries ago besieging the cool air.

When I sliced through the heart of a concrete wall; a series of blatant cracks spread fast like the wild fire,
The structure now looked insipid and fragile; a battalion of red baked bricks came plummeting down; and broke my scalp.

When I sliced scintillating biscuits of yellow gold; an amber tinge incorporated the edge of my knife,
The currency proliferated itself with each stroke of mine; and soon I had more pieces of gold than when I had commenced slicing.

When I sliced through an ocean of loose sand; the blissful assemblage got thoroughly distorted,
Bountiful splinters of silver soil hurtled towards my eyes; and there was profuse tearing that incorrigibly followed as an inevitable aftermath.

When I sliced open a balloon incorporated with salty cheese; and a fountain of water,
An incoherent design of white dots then inhabited my face; scores of flies and cupid ants stuck like true stalwarts to my demeanor.

And when I sliced my heart open with the most sharpest of blade; crimson blood gushed out at exhilarating speeds,
It contained bold traces of the girl I immensely loved; the celestial image of the mother from whom I was born.
 
»When I thought

 

When i thought about filth and dirt,
unethical images of floating sewage blended with
faeces capsized my mental
imagery.

when i thought about transparently luring crystal
water,
panoramic visions of undulating mountains besieged me
in entirety.

when i thought about finely crushed chowder of piquant
salt,
rambunctious memories of the sea flooded
desolate regions of my soul.

when i thought about tenaciously blowing coats of
wind,
lascivious mass of dense tree foliage revolved subtly
through my mind.

when i thought about bountiful springs of frosty milk,
sacrosanct images of the twin horned cow submerged me
with glee.

when i thought about swaying my body in animated
jubilation,
extravagant pictures of the country barn discotheque
gleamed large in my
eyes.

when i thought about prolific waves of acerbic heat,
charismatic demeanor of the sun god shot loud and
clear all throughout cells
of my brain.

when i thought about praying to the almighty,
omniscient portraits of Christ nailed to bare wood
proliferated in my memory.

when i thought about the destitute succumbing to pangs
of starvation,
shriveled silhouettes of skinny children
instantaneously crept up my scalp.

when i thought about exorbitant luxury with king sized
dishes of food,
frivolous images of silken gold took strangle hold of
my impeccable heart.

and when i thought about perennial threads of sacred
matrimony,
effeminate outlines of the girl i loved delectably
settled in topmost
compartments of my mind.


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»When I thought about the world

 

WHEN I THOUGHT about the world from inside a squalid gutter; with an abhorrently fetid stench permeating into my nostrils,
I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished paper inhabiting every prevalent street.


When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky; circumvented by an ambience of silken clouds and birds,
I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures projecting in scores from its trajectory.


When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable depths of the ocean; an assemblage of salty water entrenching me in entirety,
I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of land soaked in slippery liquid.


When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert; sweltering winds blended with sand striking my persona tenaciously,
I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people sweating profusely under dazzling rays of the sun.


When I thought about the world languishing in an island of redolent flowers; the mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose tickling me to high realms of sedation,
I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every organism lurking on its soil diffusing astronomical amounts of scent.


When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of firecrackers; incredulous contraptions of dynamite exploding intermittently all around,
I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with individuals who yelled expending full capacity of their lungs; every time they felt the urge to speak.


When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands of feet below the ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me from pragmatic reality,
I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate residing enveloped by depression; and the sun incorrigibly refraining to shine.


When I thought about the world; lying surreptitiously hidden within the interiors of the government treasury; boundless clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me to breathe,
I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children scribbling finishing their assignments on currency sheets; instead of using plain paper.


When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense forests; slithering reptiles transgressing ominously through the bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the marshy swamps,
I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with rustic cakes of cow-dung adhered to house walls instead of conventional plaster.


And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in the arms of my beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually putting me off to sleep,
I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious synergy existing between the young; the old; and the deprived.


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