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»Tails

 

When the rustic horned cow swished its slender tail,
hordes of buzzing flies absconded at fast pace for
saving their lives.

when the fur coated sheep dog wagged its angular tail,
there were waves of euphoric ecstasy that hovered
around his persona.

when the radiant eyed tawny cat fluttered her bulky
tail,
it was an evident signal that she could ferociously
attack any moment.

when the acrobatic monkey swayed its nimble tail,
several of its progeny hung to it; making merry in
sedative currents of autumn
breeze.

when the rubicund complexioned chameleon caressed her
tail with ground,
it was a symbol of optimism; highlighting her perennial
urge to hunt.

when the serrated skin alligator flashed its menacing
tail,
the beast conveyed exorbitant amounts of
pleasure; while basking in the midday
sun.

when the fast track stallion batted its aspirant tail,
there was an accentuated indication of his charged
emtoions; at the commencement
of race.

when a battalion of red ants flickered their tails,
they danced with blissful harmony in a godown stashed
full with salubrious
food grain.

when the colossal sized dinosaur moved its Herculean
tail,
virgin expanses of solid earth; diffused into
inarticulate crevices of gaping
hole.

and when the omnipotent demeanour of godhead lifted
his tail,
he hoisted the entire universe with overwhelming
spurts of ease,
on which lived the affluent, the poor, the animate and
intangible; and a host of
animals which had previously swished their tails.


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»Tangible forms of mud

 

White specks of dust were visible floating in the air,
as acrimonious beams of sunshine filtered through the
dark room.

golden splinters of sawdust flew in bountiful amounts,
as the serrated periphery of carpenter file,
sank deep in the body of rich slabs of mahogany wood.

granules of silver sand blew gustily in the air,
colliding with the eyeball at turbulent velocities,
as volatile bursts of wind hoisted them high in the
air,
blessing them magnanimous degrees of elevation.

morbid chunks of graveyard soil stuck to my boots,
as i trespassed the solitary mass of humid land,
weaving my way through a network of coffins,
bearing crucified souls of those buried alive during
war.

i lost ergonomic proportions of poise and balance,
hurtling face down towards rock iron sheets of ground
concrete,
as my feet caressed disdainful cakes of cow dung
plaster,
the slimy sheath of natural manure prompting me to
fall like a pack of cards.

my skin glittered like pure gold,
infinite arenas of my flesh exhibited looks of freshly
painted silver,
there was a mystical radiance overflowing from my
eyes,
as i soaped myself vigorously with handfuls of richly
scented fertile mud.
161…'IF THE WORLD WAS UPSIDE DOWN'


if gigantic silhouette of the peepal tree was rotated
upside down,
countless fibers of moistened roots would shiver in
the wind,
leafy bunches of lush green foliage would be buried
deep beneath the ground,
with a host of animals living in proximity with the
earth.

if the dexterously sculptured flower vase was kept
upside down,
soiled extracts of plant water would leak out in
ecstatic frenzy.

if conically tapered blocks of the mountain were
inverted upside down,
the slender nosed tip would refrain to bear the
onerous load of hillock,
and the formidable structure would collapse like a
soft packs of playing
cards.


if the glass facaded bungalow was revolved upside
down,
heaps of furniture would tumble down with a sigh,
water oozing from infinite cavities of the shower
would try and kiss the sky.


if princely cars traverse rough carpets of roads
upside down,
occupants would solely relinquish ideas of inhabiting
them,
chrome topped assembly of roof would screech in high
pitched tunes of
discordance.


if the colossal brick structure of the clock tower was
placed upside down,
there would be inevitable confusions of time,
with people having to perspire all night and sleep
with a perpetual bliss all
sunlit day.


if humans trespassed upside down on the surface of
obdurate ground,
they would be in intimate contacts with slithering
snake and ant,
growing bald every minute with glistening scalps,
with their legs oblivious to the art of walking,
baking like unconsumed cakes in harsh rays of the sun.


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»Talent without determination

 

Talent without impregnable determination was like; the
most panoramically enamoring castle on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of
formidably unassailable foundation,

Talent without relentless determination was like; the
most fragrantly everlasting rose on this Universe all
right; but which was without the slightest trace of
propitiously effervescent bee or exuberant breeze,

Talent without intransigent determination was like;
the most enchantingly heavenly landscape on this
Universe all right; but which was without the
slightest impression of celestial grass or inimitably
sacrosanct cow,

Talent without unrelenting determination was like; the
most unflinchingly intrepid soldier on this Universe
all right; but who was without the slightest
insinuation of scintillating sword,

Talent without immutable determination was like; the
most voluptuously tantalizing and euphorically
reverberating clouds on this Universe all right; but
which were without the slightest enlightenment of
quintessentially ravishing rain,

Talent without indomitable determination was like; the
most poignantly tangy waters on this Universe all
right; but which were without the slightest acceptance
by the inscrutably majestic sea,

Talent without unparalleled determination was like;
the most brilliantly Omnipotent Sun on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest
backdropp of fathomlessly exhilarating sky,

Talent without invincible determination was like; the
most gigantically towering mountain on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of
unconquerably escalating and peerless peak,

Talent without unstoppable determination was like; the
most vividly resplendent waterfall on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of
ingratiatingly gurgling noise,

Talent without overpowering determination was like;
the most exotically princely pearl on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of skin
regally adorning its timeless grace,

Talent without passionate determination was like; the
most mellifluously ebullient nightingale on this
Universe all right; but which was without the
slightest of spellbinding cadence or rhyme,

Talent without handsome determination was like; the
most gloriously sagacious literature on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest of
pragmatically discerning reader,

Talent without unfettered determination was like; the
most eclectically fascinating kite on this Universe
all right; but which was without the slightest
background of timeless sky and emollient clouds,

Talent without unceasing determination was like; the
most invaluably luminescent clock on this Universe all
right; but which was without the slightest sense of
scrupulously unraveling and precision time,

Talent without unmasked determination was like; the
most beautifully iridescent star shimmering on this
Universe all right; but which was without the
slightest entrenchment of sensuously metaphorical
night,

Talent without limitless determination was like; the
most delectably queenly feet on this Universe all
right; but which were without the slightest of
resolutely firm ground to holistically tread,

Talent without untamed determination was like; the
most irrefutably truthful soul on this Universe all
right; but which was without the slightest of
symbiotically symmetric form; body or shape,

Talent without irrevocable determination was like; the
most marvelously artistic lung on this Universe all
right; but which was without the slightest of
tempestuously tingling breath or indispensable life,

And Talent without resurgent determination was like;
the most compassionately thundering heart on this
Universe all right; but which was without the
slightest of movement; flicker; immortally romantic
beats and optimistic light….





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»Tale of tradition

 

FOREHEAD COATED WITH red vermilion,
with spreading incense of intense loyalty,
long hair parted in equal coconut oil,
body smeared with sacred halves,
greased with century old ash,
bunch of flower braids entangled in braid,
diffusing into petals of love,
circular rings piercing nose and ear,
lighting up skin lobes with glittering gold,
long threads with sandalwood beads,
tied to beautifully crafted necks,
long fingers covered with red nail paint,
steel bangles dangling from wrists,
black mascara adorning shielding eyes,
sprawled tattoos depicting religion,
engraved on large lined palms,
lips portraying tinge of natural fleshy pink,
broad shoulder bones toughened with household chores,
with embroidered silk covering every inch of flesh,
preparing appetizing delicacies in enclosed kitchens,
a saga of unending sacrifice,
and an excellent chanter of the vedic rhyme,
an autobiography of self discipline,
giving birth to offspring's like me,
and a host of eminent personalities,
is the traditional Indian woman.


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»Tears might have dried from my eyes

 

Tears might have dried from my eyes with the rapid
unfurling of time; and the winds of the tumultuous
maelstrom ferociously sweeping past my impoverished
facial contours,
But I still melt into miserably icy nothingness;
slithering like a hopeless shadow on the ground;
without the fireballs of justice in your irrefutably
Omnipotent voice….

Tears might have dried from my eyes as the seasons
galloped by; and the waves of bizarre manipulation
took their toll on me; to lead contemporary life,
But I still metamorphose into insipidly infinitesimal
ash; wailing incessantly towards the corridors of
fathomless eternity; without the marvelously majestic
radiance on your bountiful cheeks….

Tears might have dried from my eyes as the Sun took
its blazingly fiery toll over the entire Universe; and
an unfathomable mountain of responsibility thrust on
my shoulders compelled me to slog like a monotonous
bull,
But I still shatter into an infinite pieces of
meaninglessness; vengefully abhorring even the most
gloriously fascinating of my bodily contours; without
the unconquerable valley of sacrosanct righteousness;
in your silken palms….

Tears might have dried from my eyes as the nights sped
into blossoming days; and the insatiably unending pace
of life commanded me to safeguard my persona; from the
salaciously hostile pack of wolves,
But I still perennially lambaste myself with
whiplashes of treacherous suffering; shrinking to a
mere whisker of my original self; without your
unflinchingly charismatic ideals of divine mankind….

Tears might have dried from my eyes as the fortnights
unbelievably accelerated into marathon years; and the
burden to replenish my disastrously famished stomach;
so overwhelming that thoughts refrained to enter my
ruthlessly tyrannized brain,
But I still remain cripplingly awake all throughout
the tenure of the savage night; dreaming of nothing
but ghastly death; without your impeccable sky of
blessings that sprouted from your; gloriously
immaculate soul…..

Tears might have dried from my eyes as the fireball of
Sun every dawn sizzled tenaciously; and the inevitable
urge to sequester my kin; took astronomically
limitless proportions in my brain,
But I still feel more devastated than the remorsefully
sullen corpse; stabbing my persona with knives of
desperation at the slightest of excuse; without your
wand of Omnipresently royal humanity…..

Tears might have dried from my eyes as the tumultuous
intensity of the air outside torrentially caressed me
all the time; and the norms of this conventionally
mundane society kicked me brutally; if I cried,
But I still feel like a gruesomely decimated piece of
shit; wasting each moment of robustly vital life;
without your incredulously magnetic and timeless
touch….

Tears might have dried from my eyes as I was born
again after a countless births; and the horrendously
augmenting robotism of this planet; rendering each
part of my dwindling body; to just an unemotional
machine,
But I still feel like a solitary warrior perennially
oozing blood in the midst of the ominously excoriating
battlefield; barbarically dying every instant although
possessing fountains of mystical breath; without your
aroma of ingratiatingly oneness and stupendously
ever-pervading charm…..

And tears might have dried from my eyes as fleeting
minutes sped into wholesomely new civilizations of
tomorrow; with each element of my penurious visage
extraordinarily busy; in acclimatizing to the devilish
dust around,
But I still indefatigably pledged to end priceless
life; with each beat of my heart transforming into a
skeleton of worthless hatred; without your perpetually
poignant principles of humanity; your unassailable
belief in the religion of unshakable mankind….





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»Tapered and the Spiciest

 

Fresh beanstalks of green chili,
Standing upright in fecund patches of clay,
Strewn in crusty jigsaw moulds,
With famished caterpillars in its womb,
Swarms of obstreperous flies buzzing around,
And hordes of white mice sprinting with a squeaking sound.

Water clogs arid balls of cracked mud,
Jutting out fiercely; from hose pipes composed of coarse cloth,
Forming pulpy rivulets; amidst the garnished stalks,
Drenching the untilled land; with pearls of natural nutrients,
Pure and crystalline from the inner core of earth.
The parrot green buds then ripened in quick succession,
Into macro skin coverings of saliently dark green,
The entire camouflage whistled with the wind,
Withering the plethora of standing stalks,
Heaps of chili now lay in a mangled wreck,
Giving rise to the “Tapered and the Spiciest”
 
»Tantalizing my heart

 

Tantalizing my impoverished eyes; was her
ingratiatingly ravishing belly; as she swished like
the ultimate seductress of ecstatic fantasy; through
the glorious curtainspread of the pristine forests,

Tantalizing my diminutive lips; was her fabulously
enamoring smile; as she majestically bequeathed upon
her magical grace; upon every step that she royally
trespassed through,

Tantalizing my indigently bedraggled palms; was her
sensuously titillating flesh; as she blossomed like an
impeccable fairy; disseminating the essence of
humanity on every particle of the rhapsodic
atmosphere; that she tenderly caressed,

Tantalizing my rustically bohemian feet; were her
unsurpassably delectable fingertips; as she weaved a
trail of poignantly euphoric compassion; to
magnificently metamorphose my treacherously
beleaguered life,

Tantalizing my blearily exhausted eardrum; was her
exotically spell binding voice; as she marvelously
whispered the secrets of a charismatically enigmatic
existence; at the crack of every seductively ethereal
dawn,

Tantalizing my devastatingly dithering teeth; was her
immaculately shimmering nape; as she swirled piquantly
in a garden of unfathomably gregarious rose;
surrendering herself in wholesome totatlity to the
mists of unprecedented desire,

Tantalizing my uncouthly estranged tastebuds; was the
captivating softness in her melodious touch; as she
bounced exhilaratingly on the carpet of untamed
yearning; for centuries incomprehensible,

Tantalizing my staggeringly famished veins; was her
unassailable ardor to propel forward in life;
patriotically march towards the corridors of
irrefutable triumph; to spawn and sparkle a
holistically vibrant tomorrow,

Tantalizing my painstakingly withering tongue; was her
candidly explicit speech; as she divulged the
innermost recesses of her heart; to bloom into a
fountain of ubiquitous honesty and unequivocal
humanity,

Tantalizing my pathetically shriveled spine; was her
voluptuously sizzling reflection; as she spun the tale
of our everlastingly mesmerizing romance; to blend
with the paradise of bountiful glory in blue sky,

Tantalizing my ludicrously barren scalp; was the
rhythmic cadence of her daintily plodding footsteps;
as she frolicked like an impeccable angel behind the
inscrutably starlit gorges; with each of her flaming
senses; profusely intertwined with mine,

Tantalizing my lecherously exhausted brain; was her
relentless repertoire of tingling fantasies; as she
vivaciously danced in a fathomless myriad of blissful
forms; in every divinely dream of mine,

Tantalizing my ridiculously sagging shoulders; was her
insatiable fervor to unflinchingly confront the most
acrimonious of obstacles; tower tall as the fortress
of philanthropism for countless more births to
fantastically unveil,

Tantalizing my worthlessly sinking destiny; was her
benign disposition to embrace one and all alike in
inexplicable misery; as she dedicated each instant of
her immaculately heavenly life; to the service of
dwindling mankind,

Tantalizing my cacophonically rickety legs; was her
profound vigor to stand by the path of impregnable
righteousness; as she chanted the miraculous mantras
of a united existence; till the time she abnegated her
last breath,

Tantalizing my despondently dejected conscience; was
the invincibly truthful glow in the whites of her
Omnipotent eyes; as she sacrificed herself to a
billion bizarre deaths; just to wonderfully diffuse
the priceless scent of goodness,

Tantalizing my worthlessly wandering soul; was her
unconquerable imagery of timelessly coalesced
brotherhood; as she harmoniously galloped forward with
her comrades in distress; bonded in threads of
perennial solidarity,

Tantalizing my gloomily disappearing breath; was her
unbelievable fortitude to excel in every benevolent
sphere of life; as she blazed like an ebullient
inferno of unstoppable newness; defying the baseless
norms of the murderously conventional society,

And tantalizing my nonchalantly disgruntled heart; was
her ocean of immortally celestial love; as she
incarcerated me forever in the realms of her
resplendent chest; taught me forever to love; love and
boundlessly exist; only for the sacrosanct spirit of
holy love….


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»Tears of Immortal Love

 

When I saw the ocean swirling ecstatically towards the
sky; trying to touch the Sun in its profoundly untamed
glory;
There were tears of sheer adventure that dribbled from
my eyes; transiting me into a land of fabulously
enchanting fantasy….

When I saw the moon creeping nimbly into vibrantly
blue cosmos; making way for the magnificently star
studded night,
There were tears of placid contentment that trickled
from my eyes; and my whole body commenced to prepare
itself for a celestially satisfying nocturnal sleep….

When I saw the silhouette of the preposterously
diabolical giant menacing full throttle towards me;
ready to gobble upon my innocuous form,
There were tears of uncanny fear that oozed from my
eyes; as each part of my skin got engulfed with
profusely nervous sweat….

When I saw my fellow compatriots in tumultuous pain;
with uncouth wounds of hopeless despair encompassing
the periphery of their cracked lips,
There were tears of inexplicable sorrow that poured
from my eyes; as I took a resolution to once again
transform God's created earth into a veritable
paradise….

When I saw the potbellied spider fall infinite times;
yet rise again to eventually accomplish weaving its
cozy web,
There were tears of fortified conviction that flowed
from my eyes; as each bone in my impoverished
demeanor; got ready to confront the most mightiest of
challenge on this planet…

When I saw the boundless conglomerate of pigeons
pecking each other passionately; in wee hours of the
wonderfully ravishing night,
There were tears of uninhibited passion that crept out
of my eyes; as a cloudburst of insatiable desire shot
through cabin compartments of my brain…

When I saw the festoon of red ants clambering on the
towering elephant; fomenting him to fall like a box of
soggy matchsticks on obdurate ground,
There were tears of awe inspiring self confidence that
gushed out of my eyes; as I realized suddenly that
true power lies solely in the mind….

When I saw the sacrosanct virtue of truth being
massacred indiscriminately on all quarters of this
Universe; being weighed with a platter of spurious
currency all the time,
There were tears of utter hopelessness that shot out
of my eyes; as I spat my wholesome best on
disastrously dwindling mankind…

When I saw the divinely countenance of my mother
parading by my side; bustling around in thorough
anticipation of my well being,
There were tears of overwhelming gratitude that
drizzled from my eyes; as I touched her feet in due
obeisance; poignantly kissed her palms for bringing me
into this fathomless world…

And when I saw the vivaciously enchanting visage of my
beloved; her incomprehensibly alluring fragrance that
took complete control over my every breath,
There were tears of immortal love that cascaded from
my eyes; as I embraced her perpetually in my arms;
obscuring our entities forever from this
manipulatively blood thirsty planet…..


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»Tell me who can stop you?

 

With fires blazing unrelentingly in your ardent eyes;
and the perennial desire to keep surging forward till
success charismatically kisses your doorstep,

With an insatiable desire to conquer every acrimonious
impediment that dared confront you in your way; and
the essence of tireless perseverance profoundly
blended with every ingredient of your scarlet blood,

With a perpetual longing to always be the
philanthropic best in whatever you benevolently
undertook; and the blessings of your parents hovering
like an invincible fortress round your impoverished
visage,

Most importantly with your humble heart forever
commiserating with all religion; caste; creed; and
color; royally alike; and with all your reservoir of
unprecedented energy resolutely diffusing for
goodness,

Tell me who on earth can ever stop you in your benign
mission to uplift despairingly bereaved humanity; tell
me who on earth can ever make the tiniest of dent on
your march towards uniting your brethren; in the
strings of unassailable mankind? ? ? ?

1.


With the vacillating maelstroms of distress and
inexplicable anguish; miserably dithering to deter you
even an inconspicuous trifle; and your visage towering
like an unflinching mountain in all situations; alike,

With the charisma on an impregnable warrior written
majestically on your blissfully smiling lips; and your
marvelous resilience paving a way steadily through the
sea of vicious acerbity,

With the heart of a courageous lion relentlessly
throbbing inside your intrepid chest; and your
unstoppable momentum only rejuvenating you beyond the
limits of untamed imagination,

Most importantly with altruistic obeisance ingrained
deeply within each of your veins; and the urge to
serve your countrymen in pain; perpetuating you
inevitably from all sides,

Tell me who on earth can ever stop you in your mission
of wholesomely decimating the most infinitesimal trace
of evil from the trajectory of this colossal planet;
tell me who on earth can ever think of disturbing even
a fraction of your divinely shadow? ? ?


2…..

With nothing but the humanitarian epitome of triumph
transcending supreme in your sight; and your eyeballs
refraining to incorrigibly stoop; to even the most
truculent of adversity that came its way,

With the fervent poignancy in your voice silencing all
horrendously ungainly sardonism; and the tumultuous
intensity in your stride making even the most
Herculean of devils ludicrously shrink in their
shells,

With the blessings of Omnipotent Lord Almighty making
you more formidably unshakable on every step that you
tread; and your bones wholesomely ready to sacrifice
any amount of flesh; to save the lives of countless
innocent,

Most importantly with the irrefutable paradise of
truth embedded perpetually in your conscience; and its
righteous sounds drifting you towards a civilization
of unending togetherness,

Tell me who on earth can ever stop you in your mission
of metamorphosing all treachery into scintillatingly
optimistic goodness; tell me who on earth can ever
think of ruffling even a minuscule feather in your
aristocratic cap? ? ?


3…..


With oceans of profuse dynamism patriotically
enshrouding you from all sides; and the chapters of
eternal righteousness your priceless companions for
the remainder of your expedition,

With the spirit of uninhibited freedom magnificently
embossed in each element of your valiantly shimmering
visage; and the wings of sparkling honesty making you
fly a boundless continents; at a single time,

With the ravishingly vivacious beauty of the entire
Universe incessantly revolving round the harmonious
dormitories of your brain; and insidiously languid
sleep remaining fathomless miles away from your
countenance; as you advanced on your path towards the
divine,

Most importantly with your majestically humanitarian
attitude that made even the greatest of God’s salute
you; and your ideals which had their rudiments in the
principles of timeless creation,

Tell me who on earth can ever stop you in your mission
to become a ray of sheltering light for all those
uncouthly divested; tell me who on earth can ever
think of burying even your remotest of footprint; into
the devilish graves? ? ?

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»Tell me why?

 

TELL ME WHY do we sneeze saliva,
Walk fast when young with life?


Tell me why do we ooze scarlet blood,
Laugh inevitably when tickled with hand?


Tell me why do we desire mineral water,
Shiver with goose bumps in bitter winter cold?


Tell why does tongue oscillate in mouth chamber,
Pools of desperation get formed in the bones?


Tell me why is hair black, lips luscious red,
People round the world crazy for dollar note?


Tell me why are grass blades parrot green,
Cloud mass hindered by skyscrapers in street?


Tell me why is bread coated with peanut butter,
Cow slaughtered in abattoirs for beef?


Tell me why do rich sip black cocktail drink,
Unclothed urchins breathe in dilapidated garbage?


Tell me why are curved shells on sand beaches,
Innocent heads get beheaded in car crash?


Tell me why do we perceive stabs of pain,
Fall deep in sleep at the onset of night?


Tell me why do we transit from youth to old,
Collapse in a heap when hungry for food?


Tell me why does heart throb fast,
There is a purpose in life when we love?


Tell me why did god create man,
Only to snatch him away from realms of earth?








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