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»Symbols

 

Shaking a cluster of hair vigorously; was a symbol of
euphoric ecstasy,
Moving the feet unrelentingly; was a symbol of acute
nervousness,
Punching the fists vehemently in placid air; was a
symbol of impetuous
indignation,
Opening the lips partially towards the moon; was a
symbol of celestial
dreaming,
Fluttering the eyelids viciously; was a symbol of
flirtatious mischief,
Clenching the fortress of teeth in a grimace; was a
symbol of incorrigible
anger,
Whistling incessantly to tunes of unheard music; was a
symbol of frantic
fantasizing,
Biting the supple nail coat of calcium from fingers;
was a symbol highlighting
sheer contemplation,
Beads of cold sweat uncannily trickling down the
forehead; was a symbol of
intense fear,
A battalion of crimson pores emanating from tender
skin; was a symbol of
contracting disdainful measles,
Excruciating pain in the bones while hoisting the
bucket; was a symbol of
distressing fracture,
Frequent sensations of emptying the bladder; was a
symbol of anticipatory
excitement,
A plethora of goose-bumps diffusing from soft flesh;
was a symbol of shivering
in austere cold,
Waking up with startled jerks a few hours after
midnight; was a symbol of
witnessing a ghastly nightmare,
Obstreperously swallowing gargantuan gulps of
cold water; was a
symbol of insatiable thirst,
Gasping for precious breath after long sprints of
running; was a symbol of
tumultuous exhaustion,
Unruly stubs of hair projecting from the disheveled
face; was a symbol of
refraining to shave,
Intractably staring at piles of glittering gold in the
treasury; was a symbol
of malicious cupidity,
Licking the lips voraciously after consumption of
meal; was a symbol of
fulfilling gratification,
Dancing exuberantly till the first rays of new dawn;
was a symbol of
overwhelming jubilation,
Sleeping for marathon hours extra even after the
rising of dazzling sun; was a
symbol of lackluster life,
And the violent beating of heart; blended with
feelings of uninhibited
passion; was a symbol of instantaneous love.

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»Sympathy is worse than death….

 

Sympathy makes an organism feel dreadfully weak—as 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 inferior—with 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 parasite-forever 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 things—again 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 prowl-inexhaustibly 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 minute—as 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 beggar—as 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 negativity-spreading 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 stage—that 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 halt—as 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…

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»Table Salt

 

When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent
patterns in the powder
with my big toe,
It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin;
poignantly tickling every
part of my body.

When I smeared a parsimonious amount of it on my
tongue; the taste buds
instantly stood up; as if after a marathon period of
prolonged rest,
My throat cried for water soon after; to pacify its
inevitable thirst.

When I sprinkled it gently in the drifting breeze; it
rose high and handsome
in the atmosphere; adhering to the crisp tree leaves,
While some part of it descended down painstakingly;
causing my eyes to
profusely water as it barged in forcefully.

When I blended it with pure water; vigorously stirring
the concoction till it
spewed bubbles of sparkling froth,
The elixir produced was wholesomely spicy to drink;
and I washed my mouth
scrupulously clean; after consuming a few sips.

When I rubbed it fervently against the periphery of
succulent fruit;
completely engulfing the same with its surplus
fillings,
The berry remained as fresh as ever even after several
weeks had elapsed;
unperturbed by the onslaught of deleterious insects.

When mixed it with the chocolate brown soil; it
acquired evanescent tinges of
cream,
The mud now looked far more enticing; with streaks of
impeccable white clearly
accentuated.

When I heated it on the stove to form a composite bar
of soap; it willingly
underwent the metamorphosis,
And I felt hot fumes emanating from my persona; when I
took bath with it.

When I hurled it mischievously at passing pedestrians;
they were partially
perplexed by my uncanny behavior,
Their initial anger soon converted into intense
indignation; as they were left
scratching their flesh raw till it bled.

When I dissolved colossal pints of it in the
fathomless ocean; it was
supremely grateful,
Thanking me from its heart for submerging it back; in
the place it actually
belonged to.

And eventually when I added frugal pinches of it in my
food; my supper
transited to the tastiest of all times,
With commensurate proportions of sweetness and spice;
overwhelmingly
gratifying the pangs of hunger in my stomach,
It was now that my bottle of TABLE SALT had served me
to its absolute best;
had indeed embodied lots of color to my spiceless life


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»Tablet of Soap

 

Washing tonnes of daily dirt,
a hexagon shaped carbolic bar,
producing gargantuan amount of froth when rubbed
vigorously,
obnoxious odour when mixed with fruit juice,
waves of scented euphoria for bulk of the day,
scraping blanket of germs from skin,
whitewashing body with germicidal paint brush,
gently caressing flesh with rich lather,
culminating into elastic bubble spray,
blending superbly with tepid tap water,
fumigating scalp hair, slaining chains of dandruff,
reinvigorating natural electric balance of body,
extremely bitter in taste with a mesmerizing smell,
a thorough essential inhabiting wash rooms,
available in plain, multicolored bars, wrapped in gaudy
paper,
transforming breathing idols of dirt, to immaculate
gods,
also used for washing, smudged clothes,
long silky curls of animal skin,
initiating allergic reaction while entering the eye,
is my beautiful red 'LUXURY TABLET OF SOAP'


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»Tablets of Immortal Love

 

Tablets of overwhelmingly fabulous scent; to conquer
acrimoniously debilitating headache; miraculously
soothe and rejuvenate the traumatized nerves of scalp,

Tablets of nostalgically rhapsodic and impeccable
childhood; to conquer murderously diabolical monotony;
impregnate mystically reinvigorating dimensions to
sordid life,

Tablets of unflinchingly intrepid patriotism; to
conquer horrifically impeaching traitors; annihilating
them with swords of irrefutable righteousness; to
teach them the ultimate lessons of their life,

Tablets of enthrallingly mesmerizing beauty; to
conquer despicably grotesque ugliness; treacherously
dilapidated stagnation rotting in the aisles of
salaciously miserable hell,

Tablets of euphorically exotic and ravishing wind; to
conquer the curtainspread of dolorously derogatory
depression; trigger optimistic beams of desire in the
unfathomably satanic sonority; of the lecherous night,

Tablets of vivaciously resplendent rainbows; to
conquer the dungeon of deplorably painstaking silence;
blissfully perpetuate the gory cocoon of remorse with;
fountains of ebulliently jubilant cheer,

Tablets of melodiously fascinating sound; to conquer
the barbarically corrugated gutter of rambunctiously
blood sucking noise; the voices of indiscriminately
abhorrent terror spread all around,

Tablets of insatiably jubilating charisma; to conquer
the corpse of dreadfully pathetic remorse; ignite the
light of eternal happiness in all those deliberately
dwindling towards a ominous extinction,

Tablets of poignantly bountiful compassion; to conquer
the hideously profuse and ailing wounds of disdainful
malice; coalescing one and all alike; in the
mesmerizing cistern of humanity,

Tablets of enchantingly blissful fantasy; to conquer
daggerheads of lunatic mania; transit the
unsurpassably frazzled demeanor; into one with
resplendently twinkling sleep,

Tablets of wonderfully magical and Omnipotent rain; to
conquer the acridly sweltering heat of the
tyrannically lambasting deserts; replenish all those
impoverishedly famished with miraculous blessings; of
the majestic Almighty Lord,

Tablets of tantalizingly divine and benign smiles; to
conquer the inexplicably unrelenting agony of the
imprisoned soul; unfurl into a cloud of vivacious
timelessness,

Tablets of exuberantly exhilarating speed; to conquer
the graveyard of lackadaisical laziness; resurgently
bond in waves of uninhibited solidarity; to blaze on
the path towards truth and philanthropic triumph,

Tablets of astoundingly procreating evolution; to
conquer the obsolete walls of morbidly forlorn
oblivion; spawn an incomprehensible civilization of
tingling newness on even; the most nonchalantly
nondescript pathways of existence,

Tablets of mischievously flirtatious and naughty
winking; to conquer the venomous savagery of the
abominable corporate world; romance like a prince in
the aisles of unequivocally unprecedented desire,

Tablets of Omnisciently fabulous and discerning sight;
to conquer the blanket of worthlessly ghastly
darkness; emerge out as the most priceless messiah of
humanity and adding a celestial sparkle to all
brutally devastated lives,

Tablets of unassailably glittering and unshakable
truth; to conquer heinously pernicious well of
malevolently stinking lies; filter the Sun of
Omnipresent hope; in all those despairingly crippling
lives,

Tablets of invincibly ecstatic and heavenly breath; to
conquer the ludicrously dithering deathbed of
disparaging death; ubiquitously disseminate the tonic
of pricelessly grandiloquent life; every time the
planet earth was once again; marvelously born,

And tablets of immortally glorious and impregnable
love; to conquer the insidiously sinister chapter of
betrayal; irrefutably sign every page in the textbooks
of vibrant life; with the spirit of Godly
togetherness; the most sacred endowment of Almighty
God…


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»Taking the plunge

 

When I took a plunge into the treacherously perilous
valley; all that was left of me; was countless pieces
of raw chowder; disintegrated incoherently amidst the
conglomerate of ominous rock,

When I took a plunge into the web of unprecedented
lies; all that was left of me; was flaming embers of
inconspicuous ash; pathetically melting in the trauma
of insatiable malice,

When I took a plunge into the violently circulating
ceiling fan; all that was left of me; was boundless
bits of profuse blood and diminutive bone; as the
wings mercilessly beheaded me from each of my precious
senses,

When I took a plunge into the dungeon of hideous
scorpions; all that was left of me; was a mockingly
ghastly bodied caricature; as the beats infiltrated
their insidious fangs; well beneath the domains of my
immaculate flesh,

When I took a plunge into the battlefield of
indiscriminate bloodshed; all that was left of me; was
a horrendously ruptured eye; frantically groping for
illumination; even in the most flamboyantly sweltering
sunlight,

When I took a plunge into the fathomless avalanches of
satanic ice; all that was left of me; was a skeleton
of indefatigably clattering bones; rejected by even
the most famished of crocodile,

When I took a plunge into the lactating lionesses den;
all that was left of me; was infinitesimal bits of
hair strewn incongruously on cold ground; as the
monster penalized me to the most unsurpassable decree;
for trying to steal her impeccable cubs,

When I took a plunge into the graves of my revered
ones; all that was left of me; was an unrelenting
cloudburst of tears; as I sadly remembered my near and
dear; eccentrically transiting into sheer nostalgia;
even as the clock astoundingly sped,

When I took a plunge into the sea of lethally glaring
sharks; all that was left of me; was stray pieces of
brutally decimated cloth; which the beasts apparently
didn’t like,

When I took a plunge into the land of manipulative
commercialism; all that was left of me; was a stone
ghastily immune to all ecstasy and pain; even as
globules of tantalizing rain pelted ferociously
outside,

When I took a plunge into the corridors of abhorrent
betrayal; all that was left of me; was a poisonous
arrow ludicrously flying in all directions; eventually
burying itself infinite kilometers beneath dead soil;
miserably failing to hits its target outside,

When I took a plunge into the abominably thorny
cactus; all that was left of me; was a scarecrow with
an insurmountable flurry of scratches; wildly groping
for water; as sound irrevocably ceased to escape out
of my imprisoned mouth,

When I took a plunge into the horrifically despondent
gutter; all that was left of me; was a sardonically
titillating entity; becoming an unsurpassably
bountiful delight for savage pigs,

When I took a plunge into a pond of heinously
discriminating grease; all that was left of me; was a
fountain of inexplicable nervousness; disastrously
stumbling to kiss mud; each time I tried to elope and
alight,

When I took a plunge into the precarious electricity
switchboard; all that was left of me; was barbarically
electrocuted embers of worthless shit; simply unable
to coalesce into a bonded entity for never ending
times,

When I took a plunge into monotonous clockwork
machinery; all that was left of me; was an insipid
leaf of disdainful pragmatism; drifting sadly away
from enchanting fantasy and wonderfully exotic life,

When I took a plunge into nonchalantly lackluster
asphalt; all that was left of me; was an incorrigibly
condensed stone; lackadaisically rotting every second
towards the corpses of hell; as the globe smiled and
sang outside,

When I took a plunge into the platform of
incomprehensibly murderous knives; all that was left
of me; was an unfathomably bleeding soul; lingering
with supreme lunatism between fabulous heaven; and
depraving hell,

And when I took a plunge into the immortal beats of
your benevolent heart; all that was left of me; was
countless of my kind reborn again; impregnably
fortifying their pledge as each morning unveiled; to
embrace the entire planet; in invincible threads of
love and mankind…



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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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»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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»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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»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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