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»Retired

 

There was a time when I incessantly coaxed my boss to
relieve me early; liberating me an infinitesimal
trifle of my debilitatingly coercing schedule,
While today; every bone in my body irascibly itched to
step outside; at even the tiniest insinuation of bird
cry or flickering light…..

There was a time when I gritted my teeth an
indefatigable moment in the realms of snobbishly
pretentious office; insatiably wanting to nestle in
the lap of wholesome solitariness and far away from
the impudent hustle-bustle of the sickening corporate
crowd,
While today; I found the most spuriously lackadaisical
of reasons; to tirelessly converse with every stranger
that I encountered on the streets…..

There was a time when I profoundly felt like charring
every cranny of the lecherously asphyxiating office
into threadbare ash; uninhibitedly staring at
fathomless bits of azure sky without a soul to
interrupt my unassailably ebullient fantasy,
While today; I pleadingly looked at even the most
sordidly cloistered dustbins; to relentlessly talk to
me; share with me the experiences of their life….

There was a time when I was ready to pay any price on
this earth to be wholesomely relieved of polishing my
devilish boss’s shoes; feeling like audaciously
slapping every entity in the match-box conference room
whiling away its time in slang; smoke and wine,
While today; I unrelentingly envied flamboyant youth
euphorically darting towards work at the crack of
nine; the spirit of profuse accomplishment in their
bones; which had since long left mine….

There was a time when I had truculent nightmares of
approaching death very soon even in the most brilliant
of daylight; as I had to inevitably blend with the
dogmatic corporate world to pay the rent for my very
own soil,
While today; I attended every pulsating party without
even the slightest of invitation; fervently trying to
engage all; from the prince to the butler in my tales
of vibrant life; while they kicked my dithering
skeleton on the dusty pathways and out….

There was a time when I felt pathetically staggering
for fresh breath; amidst unruly crowds of politicians;
my tycoon compatriots; and my boss’s unreasonable
lambasting me for achieving the best; although it
meant digging countless feet beneath my grave,
While today; every element of my countenance was
disastrously suffocating in the interiors of my own
dwelling; with the society rejecting my quaintly
quavering voice like frigid nothingness; and without
even the most mercurial mission in my decaying hands…

There was a time when I vomited even the last morsel
of food in my stomach at the very mention of
travelling; dismally sick of putting a pompous smile
in front of the inhumanly tight lipped customer;
although I felt like spitting on his worthless
mercedes,
While today; I felt that the biggest achievement of my
life was in my insipidly laborious morning walk; as
that was the only opportunity I could salvage; to
drift my ailing form from my purposeless house….

There was a time when I obnoxiously detested people
who superfluously adorned their bodies with
meaningless jewelry; wasting their entire wealth on
baseless ostentation; when countless deprived just
needed two morsels of food to lead life,
While today; my greedy eyes uncontrollably sighted the
postman every sweltering afternoon; ardently waiting
for greetings; gifts; just anything to come my way;
enlightening my derogatorily deadened eyes; amidst my
lackluster activity of snapping flies…

There was a time when I ferociously jeered at extra
population and pertinently perpetuating cries; wanting
my very own free space to majestically lead the
chapter of vivacious life,
While today; I passionately longed for an unfathomable
clutter of voices round my ghoulish abode;
incorrigibly clung to the feet of every bystander who
passed my trajectory; even as my very own blood;
gruesomely abandoned me to die….

O! Yes; there was a time when I was euphorically
young; squandering whatever I wanted to; malevolently
complaining about dastardly office one in a while; at
the same time falling in immortal love; achieving even
the most parsimonious of dreams floating in the aisles
of unprecedented desire,
While today; I didn’t know which direction to tread
although the earth beneath me still reverberated with
ecstatic cheer; although the planet around me still
continued to blossom into triumphant newness; while I
perennially craved for those golden days once again;
as I had now RETIRED….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Return running back

 

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Destiny” in the most enchantingly celestial of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this boundless Universe; only to the periphery of the rustically bohemian palms,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Smile” in the most spell bindingly opulent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this fathomless Universe; only to the peripher of the altruistically compassionate lips,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Empathy” in the most beautifully unassailable of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this limitless Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically twinkling eye,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Hunger” in the most magically untainted of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this colossal Universe; only to the periphery of the tirelessly impoverished stomach,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Truth” in the most jubilantly mesmerizing of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this gigantic Universe; only to the periphery of the synergistically burgeoning conscience,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Fantasy” in the most victoriously unfettered of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the uninhibitedly gifted brain,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humanity” in the most astoundingly sparkling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unceasing Universe; only to the periphery of the symbiotically enchanting veins,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Strength” in the most fantastically emollient of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this endless Universe; only to the periphery of the blessedly venerated soul,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Perseverance” in the most fabulously scintillating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this insuperable Universe; only to the periphery of the righteously perspiring armpits,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Adventure” in the most enthrallingly undying of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this poignant Universe; only to the periphery of the nimbly dancing feet,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Optimism” in the most indisputably pristine paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this Herculean Universe; only to the periphery of the fearlessly advancing stride,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Ecstasy” in the most gloriously bewitching of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unlimited Universe; only to the periphery of the intricately nubile skin,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Melody” in the most amazingly glistening of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unsurpassable Universe; only to the periphery of the wonderfully vivacious throat,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Artistry” in the most resplendently enigmatic of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbridled Universe; only to the periphery of the magnetically embellished fingers,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensitivity” in the most adorably effervescent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this ebullient Universe; only to the periphery of the bounteously unimpeachable ears,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Mystery” in the most vibrantly virile of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this unbelievable Universe; only to the periphery of the tranquilly ameliorating shadow,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Sensuality” in the most iridescently redolent of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this interminable Universe; only to the periphery of the eternally fiery nostrils,

Try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Humility” in the most ubiquitously proliferating of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this impregnable Universe; only to the periphery of the harmoniously obeisant neck,


And try as hard as you could. But even if you placed “Love” in the most incredulously bedazzling of paradise; it would inevitably and still return running back; from wherever on this magical Universe; only to the periphery of the immortally throbbing heart….

©®copright-2005, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Rightfully yours

 

It was my luxury car; which I had purchased out of my
own hard earned money; my countless hours of
unrelenting perspiration,

It was my dungeon of glittering gold; which I had
assimilated after marathon years of acrid perseverance
and unending strife,

It was my palatial dwelling; which I had articulately
constructed; splashing a slurry of water and soft
cement with my very own hands,

It was my profusely embellished watch; which I had
bought from the exotic showrooms of France; while
philandering exuberantly through the intricate lanes
of the intriguingly jeweled city,

It was my adorably immaculate shirt; which I had
mended infinite times; so that it enveloped my skin
delectably to designer perfection and charismatic
grace,

It was my supremely handsome toy; which I had kept on
my bedroom window; to amuse myself to unprecedented
limits as I woke up from blissful sleep; with a jolt
every dawn,

It was my tantalizingly alluring perfume; which I had
extricated tenaciously from the roots of the
ravishingly foliated rose tree,

It was my fantasy; which I perceived relentlessly day
in and day out; without the slightest of respite;
basking in the aisles of unfathomable desire and
incomprehensible passion,

It was my tawny cat intensely embodied with silken
fur; which I cuddled flirtatiously; before sleep and
to thunderously spice my every night,

It was my scintillating diamond ring; which I
intransigently admired for hours immemorial; sitting
tranquilly beneath the enchanting beams of celestial
moonshine,

It was my barrel of exorbitantly expensive rum; which
I seductively sipped; to slip into a world of
unsurpassable fantasy; miles away from the tyranny of
this acrimonious world in the swirl of its
voluptuously intoxicating charm,

It was my wardrobe of exquisitely glimmering pearls;
inundating my eyes with fabulous light; when the world
outside had started getting stringently appalling and
hazily dim,

It was my impeccable handkerchief culminating into
boundless knots; bearing the insignia of towering
luminaries from all round the colossal globe,

It was my gargantuan assemblage of land; harboring a
fathomless ensemble of delectable fruit and salubrious
vegetable on its marvelously fecund foundations,

It was my emerald studded fountain pen; assisting me
prolifically in my endeavor to write infinite lines of
spell binding and wholesomely enthralling literature,

It was my consortium of contemporary factories; which
manufactured and evolved the most intricate and dainty
objects ever sighted on the surface of this vast
planet,

It was my oligarchic ivory cigar; catapulting me
vivaciously into the realms of seventh heaven; the
instant I inhaled the most minuscule of its
addictively titillating smoke,

It was my overwhelming inspiration and fortified
tenacity; that saw me sail through the most
acerbically Herculean task,

It was my resplendently silver cap which pompously
augmented my inconspicuous demeanor; enticed the most
seductive of damsels to come at whisker lengths from
my shivering body,

It was my ostentatiously bulging tablet of luxury soap
that produced the most captivating of scented froth;
sent me into fits of tumultuous delight the moments I
meekly caressed it on my dead skin,

And it was my perspiration; my efforts; my prudent
sagaciousness; my inherent charm; my prolific prowess
to procreate…etc…etc..; but let me tell you O!
revered Mother; this impoverished life of mine was
given to me by you divinely grace; was rightfully
yours for many more births yet to come…





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Rocking chair

 

When I sat on it exerting my full weight; it squealed inaudibly
permeating the
stillness of atmosphere with feverish cacophony,
Nimbly revolving a few centimeters on the polished floor; eventually
adjusting
disconcertingly to the situation.

When I poked it with a conglomerate of pointed needles; it let out
silent
gasps,
The upholstery was now embedded with a plethora of incongruous holes;
although
I could still spread my legs on it and sit.

When I emptied a barrel of fuming acid on it; it got severely butchered
and
uncouthly ripped apart,
The spongy foam now buckled under the slightest of my caress; and
people who
visited my cabin perceived it as a minor bomb blast.

When I tried standing erect on it swirling rampantly to blaring tunes
diffusing from the CD systems; it initially complied with my desire,
Although after a while I found myself adhering to the opposite wall of
the
room; as it had inevitably skidded and flung me like a discarded heap.

When I incorrigibly refrained to clean it; letting hordes of dust
settle on
its persona,
I had to suffer unrelentingly from sporadic bouts of thunderous
coughing; with
the minuscule particles entering my nose.

When I washed it with freezing water in winter castigating for
disobeying my
command; it appeared forlorn and meek in the beginning,
However when the next day I entered my office; there was a derogatory
odor
intensely hovering in the air; also I saw a fleet of termite gnawing
the soft
wood with overwhelming relish.

When I endeavored to emboss script on its body; it incessantly rotated
and
shook; bouncing with gay abundance on its springs,
Driving me wild beyond the threshold of definable frustration; and I
finally
gave up on my persevering effort.

When I kicked it in its rear; exerting tumultuous force with my
bohemian
feet,
It placidly lay down topsy-turvy several paces further; and I had
scrupulously
make sure whether all parts were intact; before relaxing on it again.

When I tried incinerating it; submerging it wholesomely in my left over
alcohol; it caught flames which rose high and handsome towards the sky,
All that was now left of it was charred ashes; which I consummately
used to
sprinkle as manure over my plants.

But let me tell you folks; I had enjoyed it the most; supremely
relished its
company for marathon hours on the trot,
When I swung it tenaciously to and fro; with my feet languidly sprawled
on the
table; my eyes partially closed; and my ROCKING CHAIR virtually putting
my
into a mystical slumber.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Romancing

 

The rocks were romancing with the vivacious waves;
enjoying the rhapsodic tanginess on their exotically
bare bodied periphery,

The sheep were romancing with the voluptuous carpet of
grass; rolling in untamed jubilation on its stalks; as
the Sun descended over the golden horizons,

The horses were romancing with the mystical mountains;
gallivanting like a jeweled prince through the
unfathomable labyrinth of gorgeously twisted paths,

The cricket bat was romancing with the glistening
leather ball; tossing it like a majestic eagle; deep
and profound into the heart of the wonderfully
enchanting clouds,

The roses were romancing with the stupendously vibrant
winds; fluttering like a pampered prince; as the air
profusely besieged each petal in whirlpools of
exhilaration,

The eyeballs were romancing with the passionately
winking lids; relishing and wholesomely embracing the
compassionate coat of tingling moisture,

The fathomless deserts were romancing with the
marvelously eluding mirages; being tantalized to the
most unprecedented limits; as they danced the
fascinating dance of their lives,

The reptiles were romancing with raunchy cocoons of
soil; slithering with insurmountable frenzy; as
celestial moonshine penetrated through the
curtainspread of the phlegmatic night,
The bees were romancing with the impeccably sacrosanct
lotus; transiting into waves of silken delight;
seductively suckling the aromatic nectar incarcerated
inside,

The pen was romancing with boundless sheets of bonded
paper; inundating its serene trajectory with exquisite
calligraphy; weaving through the essence of immortal
times,

The palms were romancing with the enigmatic destiny
lines; blossoming into a land of overwhelming of
unparalleled mystique; as each ray crept; as each
instant unveiled,

The crocodiles were romancing with the incongruous
marshes; ominously pulverizing robust prey; lurking in
the glory of ethereal light as mesmerizing dawn
unleashed on the banks,

The valley was romancing with the royally oligarchic
echoes; swirling in the enormous fountainhead of
unsurpassable ecstasy and opulent charm,

The snowballs were romancing with the Omnipotent
morning light; melting with unconquerable titillation
into streams of gurgling melody,

The candle was romancing with the magnanimously Kingly
flames; infiltrating astounding beams of optimism; in
the morbid entrenchment scurried with black mice,

The mosquito was romancing with immaculate flesh;
indefatigably tickling and sucking it; till the
ultimate layer of its soul’s contentment,

The lips were romancing with the unrelenting island of
whispers; kissing the enthralling softness of their
resonation; floating with their glory into a land
beyond paradise,
The child was romancing with its divinely mother;
bouncing in her heavenly lap; innocently reaching out
to the most remotest stars in the scarlet sky,

And my mind; body and breath; were romancing with your
philanthropic heart; perpetually bonding with its
beats; to always emerge the triumphant winner; to add
immortal dimensions to exhausted life….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Roof Top Terrace

 

I ambled languidly on my rooftop terrace at evanescent
dawn,
Invisibly faint rays of light gently caressing my
silhouette; a chilly breeze
blowing across my soft ear,
The cuckoo gave loud chirps; a blend of resplendent
birds soared high in the
impeccable clouds,
I felt dreariness besieging my exhausted eyes; and
soon dozed off lost in
realms of a mystical reverie(dream) .

I woke up with startled jerks; stupendously bewildered
by dazzling light of
the full sun,
Splashed my face several times with cold water; trying
to audaciously stare
into the crimson ball of fire,
Although I miserably failed in my attempt; as the
astronomical proportion of
heat burnt my scalp,
And I submissively sat down reading the crisp
newspaper; in remote dark
corners of the terrace.

The crystal sky now displayed the midday sun; blazing
down viciously in full
fury,
Sweltering hot currents of breeze now blew across the
window; virtually
melting all in proximity to water,
As I incessantly consumed large pitchers of sweet
liquid; refrigerated to
freezing ice,
To get temporary reprieve from the distressing agony
of the sun god.

A few hours later dusk strangulated the exorbitant
heat; radiating serene pink
light,
The eagles in the sky were now returning back to their
dwelling; densely
foliated trees rustled vivaciously in the gusty wind,
The atmosphere was impregnated with obstreperous
voices; as children played in
the silver sand,
I stood in mute silence; leaning on periphery of the
colossal water tank; as I
witnessed the mesmerizing sight of the sun going down.

As the seconds zipped by; dusk unveiled itself into
starry night,
The sky now; was entirely obfuscated from the sun;
looked enchanting with a
cavalcade of stars,
Emanating mystical light; illuminating the darkness
with a bountiful sparkle,
I watched her innocuous features; the beauty of her
form a few feet below;
thanked the creator for putting her to sleep,
Incorrigibly vowed to spend many more days on my ROOF
TOP TERRACE; as her
sighs now converted into deafening snores.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Roots

 

The castle in the forest appeared haughty and
ostentatious; with gaudy drapes majestically
camouflaging its windows,
Although it had its roots firmly embedded in
lackluster mud; which was blended incongruously with
glowworms and reptile.

The ocean looked colossal; with gigantic waves
swirling tumultuously towards the sky,
Although it had its roots in granules of frigid sand;
replete with coral leaves and soggy hillocks of clay.

The gold mines appeared marvelously glittering;
emanating a perennial glow of extravagant prosperity
and opulence,
Although it had its roots firmly embedded in obnoxious
slabs of coal; a coat of ghastly black encapsulating
its scintillating demeanor.

The silhouette of sun looked stupendously dazzling;
emitting infinite rays of fire permeating pugnaciously
through the dark,
Although it had its roots sprawled since centuries
unprecedented in the lackadaisical sky; with placid
patches of blue in vicinity sheltering it; to make its
dream come true.

The clothes on the prince's body appeared incredibly
alluring; with every individual confronting him;
instantly fantasizing himself adorning the same,
Although the royal garb had its roots in innocuous
tufts of country cotton; sprouting in multiple
clusters from the ground.

The edifice overlooking the shopping mall looked
gargantuan; with several bystanders transgressing the
streets; admiring it unanimously in open mouthed
consternation,
Although it had its roots in dexterously ploughed
soil; juxtaposed commensurately with raw cement and
concrete.

The President's destiny appeared enchanting; as he
stood tall and domineering on the dais; with an
indomitable spirit to conquer profoundly lingering in
his eyes,
Although it had its roots in the lines of his spongy
palm; the labyrinth of mounts and stars impregnated in
his tiny fist.

The Banyan tree looked like a fascinating fortress;
with scores of animals and birds wandering vivaciously
through its cascading branches,
Although it had its roots deeply embodied in recesses
of moist earth; and a conglomerate of nutrients in the
same; nurturing it to rise to unbelievable heights.

And the creator appeared invincible; with the entire
universe distinctly visible; each time he opened his
mouth,
Although he had his roots entwined with philanthropic
simplicity; the rudiments of equality granting him the
unprivileged aura of ruling over the entire cosmos;
residing in every heart that throbbed benevolently;
palpitated passionately for life.





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Rope of love

 

When they tied me in ropes of slender steel; mercilessly cupping my
hands in
an airtight embrace,
I felt submerged by disparaging despair in the beginning; although
after a
while I used my ingenuity and managed to wriggle out completely free
from my
bondage.

When they wound me in ropes of sparkling diamonds; the acerbic edges of
stone
pricked me severely in my veins,
I was a blend of tribulation and supreme rhapsody at witnessing the
jewels;
although after a few hours I astutely succeeded to chisel the same and
hastily
absconded.

When they strangulated me in ropes of threadbare rubber; securely tying
my
hands and feet,
I felt the breath imprisoned in my chest stifling every unleashing
minute;
although I somehow achieved to find a rusty knife; eloped like the
frisky
giraffe after chafing my ropes.

When they enmeshed me in ropes of acrimonious thorns; the stinging
nettles
made me profusely bleed,
I felt an obfuscated blur encircle my eyes; although after a few
determined
gasps; I opened my barricades insurmountably flexing my muscles; and
decamped
surreptitiously via the boundless ocean.

When they tethered me uncouthly in ropes of live snakes; with the
hooded
monster snaring its venomous fangs on my cheek,
I felt an armory of Goosebumps creep up on my skin; sweat dribbling
like
torrential rain from my body; although in the end I was able to defeat
my
lethal adversary; and fled for my life as fast as those tiny legs of
mine
could carry me.

When they enslaved me in ropes of thick tree roots; a plethora of worms
and
pugnacious ants crawled on my body from the same,
I initially felt miserable with the insects abhorrently tickling my
flesh;
although a few minutes of intense contemplation; I was able to unwind
the
knots; and galloped as speedily as I could from the dense jungle.

When they captivated me in ropes of blistering iron; stuffing my mouth
with
tones of fetid cotton,
I thought this was going to be my last day of holistic survival;
although
within seconds I discovered a gas stove nearby; judiciously used the
flames to
snap open my chains and then transgressed through the heavy door to
escape.

When they incarcerated me in ropes of coarse cloth; hanging me upside
down
with my feet tautly kissing the tall ceiling,
I started perceiving the world as being grotesquely distorted; although
after
a few breaths I used my teeth to acrobatically open my chords; and fled
the
disdainful scenario; leaping through partially open window.

When they bound me in ropes of crude glass pieces; stripping every bit
of
cloth from my persona,
I felt a stream of fresh blood oozing incessantly from my raw wounds;
although
I still managed to break free vehemently flinging the pointed shards
from my
arms.

And eventually when they imprisoned me in the 'ROPE OF LOVE'; with my
beloved
lying blissfully by my side,
I endeavored as hard as possible to scamper away; but this time though
the
mesmerizing essence of her entity; the invincible power of her devotion
for my
being; held me incorrigibly on the ground; to bask for centuries
unprecedented
in the glory of her widespread arms.


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Rotund Bar of lipstick

 

When I applied it on my eyes; rubbing it vigorously all around the
intricately
drooping lids,
It looked pretty sensuous with a frivolous aura circumventing my
persona;
although petulant sensations of itching started after some time had
elapsed;
and I removed it entirely with a coarse cloth.

When I smeared it gently across my scalp; it produced an inevitable
tickling
vibration all over;
The massage was revitalizing and terrific; although scores of people
made a
travesty of me outside; as my hair had converted from black to shades
of
effeminate pink.

When I dabbed it on the perspicuous surface of mirror; it produced
incoherent
smudges everywhere,
The silhouettes now displayed were considerably voluptuous; although
when I
tried to sight my reflection in the glass it appeared to be a befuddled
blur.

When I held it in the path of oncoming beams of stringent sunlight; it
emitted
out brilliant ramifications,
Imparted a prominently scarlet tinge to the golden rays; although it
dramatically reduced the tenacity of light, which illuminated the
cloistered
darkness.

When I endeavored to scribble literature with it; the lines I embossed
looked
like written with pure blood,
The mundane sheet of paper suddenly appeared special; although I found
it
intractably difficult to read the script.

When I brushed it harshly against wet soil; inserting its tip fully
into the
mud,
That brought some vibrancy into the nondescript chunk of land; although
it
created monumental complications; as some pedestrians mistook it to be
early
insinuations of volcano erupting; and fled instantly for their lives.

When I held it close to my nostrils; substituting it for my antiseptic
inhaler,
A poignantly ravishing aroma flooded my lungs; although after a few
minutes I
felt a sneeze about to thunderously emanate from the aperture of my
mouth.

When I spread it commensurately across my armory of teeth; there were
tingling
reverberations that initially struck me,
With the buds in my tongue liking the sudden change in taste; although
when I
exposed them to the world while speaking; they shirked away from me in
utter
abhorrence; perceiving me to be a satanic devil.

When I caressed it across my morning bread instead of using
conventional
butter; the dough looked immensely appetizing,
Seeming as if someone had stashed it full of succulent cherry; although
when I
ate; I felt an insurmountable urge to puke out the same.

I must mention though I realized its optimum value after rubbing it on
the
lips of my beloved; blending it scrupulously with her saliva when she
pursed
them,
She looked like a mesmerizing fairy and it now became inevitable for me
to
kiss her; savoring the flavor of her delectable lips as well as my
'ROTUND BAR
OF LIPSTICK'.






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»Route to examinations

 

I felt drowned in waves of pungent distraction,
as flickering images of the television flooded inert
regions of my eye.
i felt possessed by gargantuan amounts of languid
energy,
rolled on the spongy mattress placed on flat rosewood
of my bed.
i felt strangulated by feckless obsessions draining
reserve quota’s of
energy,
as gallons of saliva leaked copiously from my mouth.
i felt submerged in violent fantasies all throughout
the sunlit day,
danced with lively animation on the blazing roof of my
sloping terrace.
i felt captivated by the poignant aroma of the garden
rose,
drank with gusto, sickening sweet curry of beehive
honey.
i felt imprisoned by the melodramatic chirping of
striped nightingale,
abruptly froze in my footsteps, shrugging away loads
of consequential work.

i felt mesmerized by husky voices of my beloved
floating in the air,
opened multiple windows of my house to distinguish the
heavenly cadence in her
sound.
I felt nostalgia for native land imprison my heart,
As infinite Goosebumps crept stealthily on fragile
pores of my skin.
I felt holocausts approaching me from all
quarters of the globe,
Plucked several blades of grass from fertile patches
of clayey mud.

The final examinations were looming large round the
corner,
Dreamy regions of mind found cumbersome to decipher
intermingled lines of
book,
There were coats of sedation enveloping my persona,
Reminisces of childhood era punctured diligent
balloons in my mind,
Fragrant premonitions of my love next door increased
multifold the beating of
heart,
One thing was dead sure,
If this was the route I adopted till my exams
commenced,
Truckloads of luck would desert me midway,
Nefarious outcomes would haunt me for the rest of my
life,
It was a pragmatic certainty,
That my youthful demeanor was likely to succumb
miserably,
When confronted with the might of annual examinations.



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