Monthly Archives: April 2016

In the darkness that surrounds me,
a light wavers above my head,
maneuvering my thoughts to moonlight,
with a blurred destiny to handle,
through finely stitched fields of a happy pepped up mind.

that light gives me guided hope,
in the black starry night,
reinvigorating my belief in mystic faith,
winding entangled keys of my mind.

the cool air hits my eyes,
tracing salty liquid of complexity,
knocking the healthy blue tinge away,
in that varied shocking manner,
from top compartments of my mind.

those punching thoughts press my mind,
leading me to the abysmal world below,
in an atmosphere of heavily laden gloom,
as i discover my concious breath at last.

I might have reached the astronomical summit of bountiful prosperity; assimilating unfathomable wealth in the tenure of my short life,
But my childhood still lay profoundly in your impeccable eyes; frolicking uninhibitedly with you behind the trees; wholesomely oblivious to the
manipulative vagaries of mankind.

I might have created magic; registering my name in the ultimate records; insatiably conquering towering conquests by Gods grace,
But my destiny still lay in the lines of your immaculately ravishing palms; clinging incorrigibly to your majestic shadow; as you led me through the ravishingly undulating terrain of life.

I might have become a cherishable constituent of all society; with people insurmountably craving for my compassionate company; to any other richness in this
gigantic Universe,
But my desires still lay in your voluptuously wandering skin; tantalizing me beyond the point of untamed control; as I fulminated into fireballs of ecstatic passion; high and handsome towards blue sky.

I might have attained the realms of prudent maturity; perhaps faster than any tangible being; leading life higher than the clouds every unleashing instant of the flamboyant day,
But my ambitions still lay in your magnanimous soul; which propelled me indefatigably; to sacrifice every moment of impoverished existence; to the service of
dwindling humanity.

I might have successfully accomplished the unimaginably impossible; winning the accolades of the overwhelmingly rich; and horrendously poor; alike,
But my artistry still lay hidden in your compassionate veins; unrelentingly making me blossom into a fountain of versatile magic; making me explore the entire beauty of this fathomless planet; as the Sun rose fragrantly in the sky; once again.

I might have irrefutably won countless a battle; wholesomely freeing my motherland; from the onslaught of the most acrimoniously treacherous traitors,
But my inspiration still lay hidden in your intrepidly unflinching gait; triggering me to leap a boundless steps completely blind; and yet emerge out of the most horrific of fires; as perfectly exuberant and alive.

I might have rewritten the parameters of history; inundating the periphery of mesmerizing earth; with my unsurpassable repertoire of intriguing inventions,
But my dedication still lay in your delectably sacrosanct feet; bowing down to your heavenly grace as your immortal slave; and then winning every race in the world; like thunderbolts of ebullient lightening; falling from the sky.

I might have survived for innumerable centuries; transcending over all mortals as an angel; who irrevocably refused to pathetically die,
But my breath still lay in your euphorically fiery nostrils; passionately living for all living kind; incessantly bonding with all those alleviating pain; with the blessings of Omniscient lord by our side.

And I might have led an infinite lives in a single lifetime; proving an exemplary for all those tottering towards nervous extinction; as a messiah that never cried,
But my love still lay incarcerated in your immortal heart; and your invincible ocean of throbbing beats; miraculously giving me all the energy to metamorphose
monotonously sinister earth once again; into a veritable paradise.

More passionate than the beating of my heart; the ferocity with which it throbbed
all day and night,

More faster than the blink of my eye; the revitalizing moisture it provided to my rotund eyeball,

More vivacious than the hair on my scalp; the speed at which they blew in the
most tumultuous of storm,

More darker than the lines on my palm; which profoundly evolved and portrayed my destiny to the outside world,

More dense than the blood which flowed through my veins; the grueling agony with which it extruded out of my skin when I was hurt,

More stronger than the tenacity of my bones; the astronomical resilience which they displayed in resisting the hostile enemy,

More acerbic than the sharpness of my nails; the poignancy which they depicted while scraping against the mosquito bites on my skin,

More luscious than the color of my lips; the voluptuous complexion that they attained when I pursed them seductively with spurts of my saliva,

More pungent than the perspiration that trickled down my nape; the tremors of excitement generated when I reached the pinnacle of success,

More potent than the lines of poetry which I had embedded till date; the unfathomable heaps of literature I had produced in the tenure of my life,

More tangy than the flavor in my mouth; the countless numbers of appetizing delicacies that I had consumed in each phase of the day,

More stupendous than the most fabulous of my dreams; the most wonderful I could ever have envisaged; while I was awake or fast asleep,

More sensitive than my ability to hear; decipher and crack the most intricate of sound prevailing in vicinity,

More wild than the most deafening of my speech; the hysterical shouting I
executed when thoroughly provoked,

More mystical than the most lankiest of my shadow; the fairies I invited every night to dine and chat with,

More infinite than the clusters of hair protruding from my scalp and arms; the millions new which took solid roots every day,

More enchanting than the breath that descended down my nostrils; unsurpassable number of times in the hour,

More intense than my empathy for any entity; ever living or dead on the trajectory of this planet, Is my love for you and only you O! beloved.

My life without you; was like the resplendently exotic rose left disdainfully estranged; amidst an acrimonious battalion of ballistically pugnacious cactus,

My life without you; was like the brilliantly vibrant eye left penuriously staggering; amidst a venomous graveyard of invidiously sinister darkness,

My life without you; was like the astoundingly aristocratic Sun left miserably sulking; behind a treacherously penalizing coffin of shaggily disheveled and adulterated clouds,

My life without you; was like the regally bountiful pearls left inexorably fretting; in the sordidly gory interiors of the raunchily fetid gutter pipe,

My life without you; was like the exuberantly triumphant bird left hopelessly wailing; behind the diabolically victimizing and satanically gleaming prison bars,

My life without you; was like the pinnacle of the unassailable mountain left dreadfully defeated; under a frigidly threadbare avalanche of feckless ice,

My life without you; was like the patriotically blazing warrior left relentlessly cursing his luck; amidst the manipulatively parasitic politicians,

My life without you; was like the euphorically victorious ocean left to lugubriously slaver; amidst the dastardly cockroaches of the diminutively soiled lavatory seat,

My life without you; was like the fantastically eclectic artist left to unstoppably asphyxiate; obnoxiously imprisoned within the walls of the monotonously matchbox shaped and wastrel office,

My life without you; was like the newly embellished bride left hysterically sobbing; amidst insurmountably punitive layers of cadaverously widowed white,

My life without you; was like the blissfully wedded couple left to enjoy their iridescent honeymoon; amidst the rambunctiously dusty and discordantly begging streets,

My life without you; was like the intrepidly young man left to miserably deteriorate; amidst heavy numbered glasses; forlorn crutches and a bedraggled walking stick,

My life without you; was like timelessly ticking clock left to vindictively weep; amidst the infinitesimally worthless dwelling of the invisible ghosts,

My life without you; was like the exquisitely redolent and feather tipped pen left to become delirious; amidst the mordantly corrugated periphery of the jaggedly cold-hearted rocks,

My life without you; was like the unflinchingly handsome panther left to disparagingly growl; amidst lackluster blades of nimbly vegetarian and teasingly evanescent grass,

My life without you; was like the unfathomably mellifluous nightingale left to bang its beak; amidst the brutally stuttering horde of the hedonistically stone deaf,

My life without you; was like irrefutably scintillating truth and humanity left to march; in the land of the ignominiously scurrilous and baselessly devilish hell,

My life without you; was like rhapsodically insatiable breath left to perniciously wither; under the hood of the dolorously damned and strangulating coffin of extinction,

And my life without you O! Eternal beloved; was like the passionately immortal heart heartlessly left; amidst the sadistically unsavory scorpions of severely jinxed betrayal.

A robust framework of tantalizing flesh; for the pertinently hovering mosquito; stealthily eyeing it for his chance of devastating the same,

A titillating island of amalgamated mincemeat; for the murderously wandering lethal jawed crocodile,

A fascinating chunk of skin for the menacing scorpion; snaring its deadly pincers insidiously towards it; as the Sun transcended well beyond the horizons,

A golden raspberry; for the boisterously buzzing humming bee; relishing on its immaculately glowing periphery; to sing and celestially sleep,

A sporadically hollow trunk; for the merrily philandering squirrel; finding insurmountable heaven in the hollow caverns of its compassionate nostrils
and lips,

A ray of optimistic light; for the rampantly loitering worms; crawling into the flamboyantly dynamic apertures of its eye; as ghastly nightfall superceded the
heroic day,

A source of incessant entertainment; for the painstakingly persevering tortoise; getting a ravishingly splendid reprieve from its tireless spells of boredom and languid despondence,

An ingratiatingly juicy fruit; for the ominously slithering python; greedily viewing the charismatic gait with which it transgressed,

A delectably crunchy shell; for the preposterously gigantic shark; engulfing its brutal jaws; over its composite conglomerate of mesmerizing flesh and bones,

A fountain of spellbindingly fresh blood; for the hideously uncouth bats; who descended like a tumultuously thunderous maelstrom upon its impeccably
shimmering demeanor,

A delightfully prospective client; for the rustic barber; who basked in the realms of stupendous joy while trimming a mountain of hair and bushy beard; from its humble caricature,

An innocent rabbit; for the treacherously murderous criminals; massacring it to infinite bits of minuscule chowder; after ruthlessly evacuating its share of wealth and happiness,

An alluringly voluptuous bone; for the barbaric butcher; stuffing his pockets with astronomical wealth; after trading its indispensable organs of salubrious meat,

A revitalizingly fortified biscuit; for the vociferously growling wolf; pouncing on it devilishly; the instant he even ethereally glimpsed at it,

A magnificently royal feast; for the diabolical vultures flapping around; enveloping it from all ends; horrendously depraving it of the tiniest iota of blood and vital ingredient,

An innocuously compact hill of cheese; for the obnoxiously piquant teethed battalion of mice; relentlessly nibbling on its majestic periphery to reduce it to a corpse; more horrifically distorted than the graves,

A monotonously robotic machine; for the satanically manipulative boss; extricating its potential to the unimaginably unprecedented; before dumping it in the gutter like a piece of orphaned shit,

An infinitesimal molecule; for the Almighty Lord; treating it as he treated every other organism; that he had evolved on the trajectory of this wonderfully fathomless Universe,

But an immortal ocean of love solely for your heart; proliferating into an infinite lives with each of its princely beats; every time it had a chance to be born again; was my impoverished life.

The cheese that I had for morning breakfast was pure Italian; with its tanginess drowning me into waves of euphoria,

The ring adorning my finger was from the ancient pyramids of Arabia; glistening splendidly all day and night,

The shampoo that I used; was a herbal extract from the caves of Mount Everest; impregnating my hair with a satiny caress,

The calculator I used; was from Japan; deciphering mind-boggling puzzles within lightening fraction of seconds,

The shoes I wore were colonial British; woven with exquisite quality leather,
The watch on my wrists was authentically Swiss; shimmering majestically under the moonlight,

The scents that lines my mantelpiece; were from the deserts of Arabia; replacing all stink with their mesmerizing redolence,

The belt that held my pant single piece; was evolved from the skin of African python,

The ice cubes that floated in my glass of whisky; were from the summit of the frozen Himalayas,

The carpets engulfing every floor of my dwelling; were stitched with exclusive quality Persian wool,

The gallons of water that I consumed every hour; were extracted from the pristine springs of the Alps,

The mascara embellishing my eyelashes; was from the markets of ravishing France; that attracted every female inevitably towards me,

The food that I gulped for nocturnal supper; was from the delectable kitchens of Turkey,

The clothes that I used to cover my shivering skin; were from the contemporary and gaudy showrooms of America,

The conch shells that I used to announce my voice to the world; were from the coastal islands of Australia,
The roses that were fitted adorably in my vase; were from the sprawling gardens
of China,

The tea that I sipped with enormous pleasure; was made from petals strewn in the orchards of Pakistan,

Infact even the contraptions I used to measure my intimate heart beat was of precision quality and pure German,

While inspite of all these; I still had the greatest reverence for the soil
I was born in; my heart was pure Indian.

The tree relied overwhelmingly on soil; those trapped granules of spell binding moisture; to make it bountifully blossom towards the Kingly Sun,

The tongue relied inevitably on slippery saliva; basked in the glory of voluptuous softness for times immemorial; as it pursed itself passionately on the scarlet lips,

The ocean relied insurmountably on its undulating festoon of ravishing waves; the tantalizing globules of wild salt incarcerated within; which propelled it to swirl in uninhibited frenzy,

The watch relied indispensably on its pair of slender needles; to indefatigably traverse round the clock; portray explicit shades of accurate time,

The eyeball relied inevitably on its lids; the rejuvenating blankets of tears they oozed; with poignant intensity every unfurling second,

The pencil relied tumultuously on its handsomely bonded lead; to emboss boundless lines of exquisite literature; deluge the surface of barren paper with exotic calligraphy,

The dog relied profusely on its tail; to portray its flurry of candid emotions; the state of being which it was blatantly circumvented with,

The envelope relied irrevocably on its set of contemporary stamps; the meticulous strings of denomination riveted on its body; that transported it at swashbuckling speeds to far and distant across the globe,

The mountain relied intransigently on its towering summits; which ensured that it leapt in vivacious glory towards azure bits of golden sky; majestically loomed large above everything else in vicinity,

The whale relied incorrigibly on its battalion of pugnacious jaws; which bestowed upon it the power to rip apart the most mightiest of entities into inconspicuous bits of pulverized chowder,

The boat relied profoundly on its twin set of oars; to dexterously maneuver it like a price even in the most ominously turbulent of storm,

The lips relied compassionately on a gregarious smile; the ingratiating aura which it imparted to their pathetically parched demeanor,

The spider relied unsurpassably on silken strands of its velvety web; running to its hearts content across the labyrinth of threads without the slightest of shame or respite,

The peacock relied unrelentingly on droplets of sparkling rain; the heavenly water which cascaded from the sky; evoking it to spread its oligarchic feathers into a royal bloom and dance,

The arms relied incomprehensibly on bulging bits of muscle; to impregnate in them the power to doughtily fight; the power to audaciously survive,

The brain relied unfathomably on memory; those nostalgic reminisces of the past; which triggered it to gain unstoppable momentum and surge forward with ecstatic reflections lingering enchantingly for times,

The diamond relied tirelessly on shine; that queenly glint which made it the unprecedented darling of all tribes,

The body relied perpetually on tangible breath; which instilled in it the tenacity to valiantly fight for its rights; and blissfully survive,

And my heart relied solely on immortal love; the omnipotent essence of which made it passionately throb even centuries after veritable death.

My legs dictated me to run; chase her reflection till the point it became entirely invisible; blending with the ethereally fading horizons,

My eyes dictated me to sight; admire her mesmerizing countenance for hours immemorial; drown myself into the river of voluptuous charm that lay trapped beneath her skin,

My lips dictated me to sing; keep on incessantly evolving rhymes and tunes to stupendously please her enamoring visage,

My hands dictated me to caress; run rampantly through her mass of supremely seductive hair; shiver with inexplicable excitement as they brushed across her
immaculate complexion,

My ears dictated me to listen; profoundly blend myself with her enthralling voice; stretch myself to the most mightiest of limits to decipher even the faintest traces of rhapsodic ecstasy in her sound,

My mind dictated me to fantasize; try and conceive her in the most incredulous forms that existed on this Universe; philander uninhibitedly with her majestic grace; through mystical lanes sandwiched well beneath the towering mountains,

My teeth dictated me to inexorably chatter; tremble in unsurpassable trepidation crouched like a potato on her divinely doorstep; ardently waiting for her to
arrive in timid submission,

My nose dictated me to smell; profusely coalesce myself with her enchanting fragrance; fill my appetite for marathon hours that unveiled in the day; inhaling
the ravishing that wafted from her impeccable countenance,

My bones dictated me to dexterously move; in order to save her sacrosanct visage; from the minutest of evil suspended in the air circumventing her,

My eyelashes dictated me to bat; render myself in innocuous submission; in front of her heavenly demeanor; transiting me way back into joyfully innocent childhood,

My tongue dictated me to lick; clean every iota of path she was about to tread on and celestially purify; with my stream of passionately dribbling and volatile saliva,

My nails dictated me to probe; nimbly trail down her nape; to thunderously ignite the waves of unconquerable compassion between our blessed entities,

My arm dictated me to dig; adroitly pave the foundations of our dwelling; construct it with formidable brick and stone; for us to blissfully reside during the remainder of our destined life,

My shoulders dictated me to carry her philanthropically magnanimous body; protect her from even the most inconspicuous shadow of danger; perilously lurking behind her ravishing form,

My throat dictated me to leap and bounce; gasp in incomprehensible ebullience; with its Adams apple swirling more vivaciously than the volcano; the moment it witnessed her fabulously fascinating grace,

My lungs dictated me to stay silent; create an ambience of perpetual solitude; so that she didn’t get disturbed the slightest in her spell of unimaginably intense concentration,

My skin dictated me to tremble in boisterous excitement; shiver more hysterically than freezing snow in the peak of blazing summer; in order to welcome her Kingly persona with diminutive humility,

My conscience dictated me to immortally bond with her sacred soul; stand taller than the skies beside her; whenever she needed me,

And my heart dictated me to love her; embed this existing life of hers with so much care; that it was more than what anybody could ever possibly muster; even in infinite lives.

If only the building was empty; with scintillating mirrors on its wall creating a ghost appearance; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as it was occupied by thousands of souls; laughing merrily and sipping coke.

If only the building was empty; with its computerized interiors staring in mock silence; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as it echoed profoundly with the voices of people inside; the occasional ringing sounds of the mobile phones.

If only the building was empty; with its state of the art architecture desperately waiting to be tapped; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as there was poignant cigarette smoke hovering around; as scores of business tycoons; contemplated on the economy in the conference room.

If only the building was empty; with its satin carpets sulking under the formal air-conditioners; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as there were several youngsters munching sandwiches inside; strolling at brusque speeds through the labyrinth of alleys.

If only the building was empty; with its silver ceiling lights shimmering mournfully into open space; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as there were volumes of cargo and citizen in the elevator; trying to reach the 100th floor in an absolute jiffy.

If only the building was empty; with the emerald drapery completely engulfing the windows; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as there were more than a lakh eyes wandering around; trying to decipher enigmatic puzzles embossed in bulky files.

If only the building was empty; with its diamond studded doors stringently shut to the world; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as there were boundless footsteps that were passionately heard; as a battalion of executives marched in all day and night.

If only the building was empty; with its handsome towers escalating lifelessly towards the sun; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as there were a million needles of watch ticking from the wrists of flamboyant professionals; ingeniously working on unfathomable concepts and ideas.

If only the building was empty; with its heavily scented ambience voluptuously drowning one off to sleep; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as there were shadows inside looming larger by the minute; as darkness descended by.

And if only the building was empty; with its magnificent assembly of chairs and tables lying deserted inside; then I would have been the least bothered,
But now my heart cries; as there were more than fifty thousand individuals breathing blissfully in the corridors; awaiting death and inevitable pain; as the hijacked airliner barbarically stormed its way in, and crashed inside.

A little piquant; tangily bouncing in the aisles of untamed yearning; and a little sweet; profusely deluging the morbidly sullen atmosphere with the ingratiatingly captivating melody in her voice,

A little ecstatic; uninhibitedly philandering amidst the stars of tantalizing fantasy; and a little romantic; compassionately embracing all those disastrously bereaved that; confronted her in her majestic way,

A little vivacious; indefatigably expending her ebullient energy of goodness to the world around; and a little spell binding; incarcerating even the most alien of personality in her mystically divine swirl,

A little doughty; formidably facing the unsurpassable armory of impediments that hindered her in her royal stride; and a little dainty; exotically tingling frigid globules of soil; with her insurmountably titillating caress,

Was my invincibly mesmerizing wife; who not only bestowed upon me a countless births to survive; even in this impoverished singleton birth of mine; but was
infact the sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive.

A little shy; magnificently curling her seductive eyelashes under twinkling rays of the pearly Moon; and a little loquacious; cataclysmically divulging her soul out; when she felt the insatiable desire to express herself,

A little crimson; blushing like the blooming lilies when I first sighted her; and a little pink; snoozing and relentlessly fantasizing above the corridors of paradise; when in nostalgically deep sleep,

A little enigmatic; inscrutably wandering through a web of magical enchantment; and a little pragmatic; manipulating her daily routine to survive in this stringently conventional society; with astounding agility,

A little flirtatious; gallivanting in gay abandon behind the hills just as the Sun wholesomely blended with the horizons; and a little sonorous; admonishing unruly urchins for tainting her kitchen floor; in her fervently deep throated voice,

Was my immortally everlasting wife; who was not only my perpetual inspiration to benevolently bond in threads of sacrosanct humanity; but was infact the sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive.

A little dreamer; perennially lost in clouds of euphorically unending fantasy; and a little artistic; fabulously enshrouding barren bits of canvas; with the stupendously radiant artistry in her philanthropic palms,

A little patriotic; unequivocally surging forward to mitigate her motherland from the clutches of diabolically evil; and a little surreal; leaping like a fleet footed fairy; to enlighten gloom all around her; with the rays of Omnipotent mankind,

A little saintly; possessing incomprehensibly magical powers to heal the most bizarre of wounds with the ointment of her impregnable caring; and a little innocent; incessantly reminiscing those exuberant moments of fresh birth; when she was just born,

A little ubiquitous; tirelessly functioning as a benign messiah of all deprived humanity; and a little tantalizing; igniting my every frigidly devastating night with; unrelenting fireballs of tumultuous passion,

Was my unassailably heavenly wife; who not only; magnanimously fulfilled every benevolent desire of my heart; with the melody in her stride; but was infact the sole air that I breathed in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive.

A little surreptitious; concealing the inexplicable miseries that she was uncouthly subjected to; entirely to herself; and a little volatile; fulminating into an boundless kaleidoscope of resplendently gregarious color; as the Sun gloriously crept up in the sky,

A little flamboyant; blazing a path of irrevocably scintillating triumph on every humanitarian mission she embarked; and a little timid; succumbing to every
innocuous longing that vociferously diffused from my mouth,

A little blissful; marvelously pacifying even the most barbarically frazzled nerves with the river of her fascinating entertainment; and a little ardent; passionately coalescing with every beat of my ferociously palpitating heart; till times immemorial,

A little sporadic; intermittently bursting into spurts of divinely philosophies to holistically survive in the conquest of life; and a little motherly; soothing my unfathomable battalion of anguished tensions; with the aura of her Omnisciently celestial senses,

Was my victorious wife; who not only showered me with eternally transpiring and contenting happiness; but was infact the sole air that I breathed
in life; the very reason that I was blissfully alive.