Monthly Archives: April 2016

I waited ardently all night and day to imprison your tiny grace; enticing you with my balls of tangy cheese,
I inhabited the most illuminated corner of the room; so that you could sight me in profound traces of white light,
I greedily glimpsed the minuscule of your intricate movement; fervently following your diminutive silhouette like a panther on the prowl,
I surreptitiously envisaged countless strategies to torment you; inevitably opening my lid a trifle in insurmountable agony,
I incessantly relished the bouncy pairs of springs in my body; the soft chunks of sponge sprawled in haphazard disharmony in my gleaming cage,
I had this sole ambition to trap you in my present life; with my mind indefatigably revolving round the contours of your pertinent body,
I was partly impaired from crystalline vision; witnessed the outside world as an partially obfuscated haze through my myriad of bars and rods,
I was procurable at threadbare rates from the market; with people generally wading their hands as far from me; as consummately possible,
I shivered in the freezing cold every night; while my master had a smashing time sandwiched handsomely under the gorgeously woven exquisite quilt,
I was wholesomely illiterate since infantile birth; the only name that I ruthlessly chanted each second was yours; impatiently awaiting to savagely besiege you,
I had remained starved since fathomless decades; feasting on only bottomless perceptions of rubicund flesh,
I got barbarically kicked infinite times in a single day; with people washing their feet soon after with the strongest of medicinal herb; instead of depicting traces of poignant empathy,
I didn’t need a single penny for survival; bore the brunt of drought and flood with overwhelming equanimity on my rusty body,
I hardly knew what day of the month it was; with a battalion of red ant and irascible termites crawling freely on my slippery hinges,
I had a disdainfully obnoxious stench emanating from my soiled demeanor; was repugnant to whomsoever who had his eyes on my dilapidated condition,
I stood just a few inches above the ground; always feeling overpowered by all entities who trespassed heavily through the cold ground,
I harbored dirt and fetid filth all throughout my existence; wistfully hoping for you to stealthily pass by my side,
And I might just appear to be an empty container of junky iron; rotting in the realms of unprecedented agony and solitary gloom,
But mind you ‘Mouse’; I the ‘Mouse Trap’ have always wanted to gobble you all my life; and once you were in my custody you little scoundrel; try as hard as you can; let even the sky come down on earth; But this time I wont let you out.

When the golden eagle laid her eggs in pallid interiors of the jail prison,
in a pathetic ambience of torn spider web and wild rat,
the inmates wailing their woes at discordant tunes,
the obdurate periphery of snow white shells simply refrained from hatching,
the fledglings suffocated to death in the rudimentary
ocean of yolk and blood.

the gaudily striped magpie built her nest of raw twigs and grass,
nestling precariously on tall precipice of the mountain,
in which she delivered a festoon of small yellow eggs,
there suddenly came torrential rain pelting down,
the sky camouflaged with flashes of cold crimson red,
her precious pearls of palpable silver plummeted down the valley,
diffusing into infinite splinters after colliding with a chain of rock.

the long legged ostrich laid her king sized egg in soggy fields of paddy,
nurturing them with loads of compassion and motherly warmth,
slept in a tranquil bliss all throughout the monsoon night,
she wept in inconsolable grief, as first rays of dawn filtered past her eyes,
the babies were no longer hers, as they now lay safely impregnated,
within the slimy intestines of the slithering reptile.

the above mentioned were rare cases of callous mothers,
the premonitions i held for my mother were simply astounding,
she hailed from a godly pedigree of mammalian mothers,
guarded me against evil all night and blistering day,
caressed me in her arms yielding to my faint cries,
suckled me with milk, reinforcing my tender bones,
left me to wander on the soil of parasitic earth,
after i acquired a mountain of maturity blended with the spirit to live.

Neither could I relinquish your impeccable memories from the whites of my eye; forgetting you for times immemorial,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the perpetual queen of my eyelashes; except for her majestically mesmerizing countenance.

Neither could I pulverize my rubicund lips; given to me by you after countless hours of enduring turmoil,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be their ravishing smile; except for her
impeccably floating gorgeous shadow.

Neither could I char all those enchanting fantasies; which you had wonderfully nourished me to witness,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the divinely mediator of mind; except for
her tantalizingly alluring voice.

Neither could I brutally abdicate your innocuously heavenly caress; that transited me every night into realms of invincible sleep,
Nor could I allow anyone else to touch me even the slightest; except for the profuse enigma that circumvented her intriguing soul.

Neither could I disobey your unfathomable battalion of benevolent commands; disgruntling the slightest before your revered grace,
Nor could I allow anyone else to enslave me; except for her magnanimously romantic aura; that blended royally with the stars in blue sky.

Neither could I change the color you’d imparted to my skin; harnessing me with scarlet streams of your very own poignant blood,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the rhapsodic excitement of my flesh; except for her unbelievably voluptuous body; which ignite fireballs of passion in the heart of the dead night.

Neither could I savagely exonerate the mystical language; which you’d unrelentingly taught me since nascent years of immaculate childhood,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the words of my tongue; except for her philanthropic persona; which insatiably craved to embrace all humanity.

Neither could I lead my life without your irrefutably sacred charm; propelling me each instant to be handsomely alive,
Nor could I allow anyone else to be the breath in my lungs; the passionately throbbing beats of my heart; except for her immortally augmenting flame of love.

For on one hand you were the Godly mother who gave me birth in the first place; nourishing me with your mind; body and blood; while on the other; she was the
wife who ensured that I was today; blissfully breathing each of my dreams and unconquerably alive

Although he was pathetically diminutive; she still considered him to be the most towering entity on this fathomless planet; blessing her more than the Almighty,

Although he stammered disdainfully at every word; she still considered him to be the greatest singer ever born; with his stupendous melody invincibly enriching her devastated senses,

Although he was as black as horrendously charred charcoal; she still considered him to be more scintillating; than the ferociously flamboyant Sun; deluging her moments of despairing blackness with optimistic hope,

Although he horrifically muddled every word he wrote; she still considered him to be an overwhelmingly passionate poet; flooding every aspect of her impoverished life with unprecedented happiness,

Although he fought cats and dogs with his neighboring comrades; she still considered him to be an apostle of peace; a messiah enlightening each path of her dwindling life,

Although he stood bizarrely last in the entire class; she still considered him to be the most intelligent organism on this Universe; unrelentingly pampering even the most minuscule of his desire; with the profound compassion in her soul,

Although he always stumbled ludicrously towards the ground even on his formidably secure tricycle; she still considered him to be as incredulously winning sportsman; winning every medal for her ardently throbbing heart,

Although he was preposterously fat like a rotund tomato; she still considered him to be handsomely charismatic; the most redolent rose blossoming in her barren garden,

Although he was a disastrous failure in every aspect of life that he ventured into; she still considered him to be a profuse philanthropist; alleviating her from her corpse; to sit on the irrefutably embellished throne,

Although he was a disgustingly deplorable cook; burning each meal that he endeavored to prepare; she still considered him to be a silken angel; appeasing her traumatic hunger for centuries immemorial,

Although he was unprecedentedly mischievous; she still considered him as the most gentle individual alive; as he lit up an everlasting smile upon her severely mutilated lips,

Although he philandered aimlessly through the dusty streets; clad only in threadbare rags of jute; she still considered him to be the richest entity alive; inundating each moment of her survival with unfathomable endowment from the heavens,

Although he was insurmountably fastidious about the everything in life; she still considered him to be a royal prince; catering to even the most inconspicuous
of his commands; bouncing in perennial youth everytime she swung him in her arms,

Although he irascibly snored while fast asleep; she still considered him a celestial harbinger of perpetual peace; wading away the most tiniest of tensions from her miserably claustrophobic life,

Although he unsurpassably revolted against the conventionally monotonous society; she still considered him to be the most resplendently sparkling star in sky; illuminating the gruesomely shivering interiors of her dwelling with enchantingly Godly light,

Although he broke everything that he hoisted in his rustically bohemian palms; she still considered him to be an unshakable idol of solidarity; magnificently comforting her in her times of despondently crumbling distress,

Although he was a rampantly free bird; gallivanting at unchallengable will to even the most remotest corner of the globe; she still considered him to be the most pricelessly precious ornament of her countenance; impregnating her lost soul with tumultuous happiness,

Although he deteriorated like a pack of soggy matchsticks; even before alighting a single foot; she still considered him to be the strongest man alive; rescuing her orphaned life; replenishing it with the rhapsodic essence of existence,

And although he did everything wrong; losing all that he had in his truncated lifespan even before he had acquired it; she still considered him to be her only God; her only savior; the only power that bestowed upon her the astronomical prowess to take birth; a countless more number of times,

As she was his sacrosanct mother; and he was; and would immortally remain; forever as her immortally impeccable child.

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of wonderfully emollient freshness; every unfurling instant of impregnably magnificent existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of spellbindingly undefeated innocence; every unfurling instant of symbiotically pristine existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of timelessly unconquerable truth; every unfurling instant of bounteously magnanimous existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of unfathomably unfettered creativity; every unfurling instant of timelessly burgeoning existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of royally triumphant resplendence; every unfurling instant of unconquerably majestic existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of eternally exhilarating vivaciousness; every unfurling instant of redolently insuperable existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of unbelievably ameliorating optimism; every unfurling instant of marvelously benign existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of brilliantly liberated camaraderie; every unfurling instant
of iridescently inscrutable existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of unshakably virgin righteousness; every unfurling instant of beautifully untainted existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of uninhibitedly heavenly frolic; every unfurling instant of tantalizingly sensuous existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of compassionately humanitarian friendship; every unfurling instant of magically mitigating existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of miraculously everlasting freshness; every unfurling instant
of invincibly coalescing existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of pricelessly ubiquitous oneness; every unfurling instant
of robustly blessed existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of unbreakably Omnipotent desire; every unfurling instant of victoriously effulgent existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of unceasingly reinvigorating fantasy; every unfurling minute of oignantly charismatic existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of insurmountably intrepid enchantment; every unfurling minute of rhapsodically unhindered existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of Omnisciently tranquil serenity; every unfurling instant of endlessly bestowing existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of perpetually fragrant breath; every unfurling instant
of Omnipresently benevolent existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of Immortally ardent love; every unfurling instant of limitlessly fructifying existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of fantastically alleviating poetry; every unfurling instant
of boundlessly splendid existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms
into an infinite children of fabulously effervescent tanginess; every unfurling instant of spiritually uplifting existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of unlimitedly enlightening Sunshine; every unfurling instant of infallibly luminescent existence,

A mother might bear just a single child in 9 months; but an artist blossoms into an infinite children of immaculately godly melody; every unfurling instant of amiably melanging existence,

Because. And Only Because. A Mother is; has and shall for times immemorial
remain the Greatest Sculptor of every organism on this astoundingly multiplying Universe; A Mother is the Greatest Artist.

To every triumphant smile of yours; she bounced like the ultimate walls of paradise; blooming like a festoon of freshly sprouting and everlastingly blissful roses,

To every celestial snore of yours; she felt like the most invincible queen on this colossal planet; caressing her invincibly majestic fingers through your curls; so that not even the most infinitesimal of evil on this earth; could ever dream of disturbing you,

To every mischievous cavorting of yours; she felt at the most incredulous epitome of camaraderie; showering upon you every happiness of her sacrosanct soul; for infinite more births of yours yet to unveil,

To every blazingly patriotic march of yours; she felt the most astronomically privileged organism on this boundless Universe; as tears of unconquerably royal
pride cascaded down her beautifully effulgent cheeks,

To every inexplicably traumatic pain of yours; she altruistically abdicated her countless nights worth of sleep; unflinchingly standing by your side; even as
licentiously lascivious leeches of bizarre disease pelted upon you from; every conceivable side,

To every ardently insatiable desire of yours; she bowed down in gloriously timid acquiescence; indefatigably searching even the most diminutive cranny of this earth; to procure you all eternally unassailable bliss,

To every inquisitively blank stare of yours; she boisterously reverberated like a magically placating fairy; magnanimously bestowing every plausibly fascinating answer in your frantically outstretched and restless lap,

To every mellifluously enchanting expression of yours; she swirled in unprecedented euphoria under the poignantly dancing clouds; stupendously replenishing each of her divine senses with your wave of endlessly sparkling jubilation,

To every astoundingly emollient accomplishment of yours; she scintillating applauded till beyond the realms of infinite infinity; uninhibitedly proclaiming your commemoration; to every entity that she encountered on this limitless globe,

To every ephemerally fugitive whisper of yours; she relentlessly groped even in the meadows of the most horrifically ghastly nothingness; to try and decipher the true meaning of your insipidly infidel prattling,

To every garrulously emaciated gnarl of yours; she magnificently embellished your satanically slavering palette; with the most fabulously redolent fruits of nature’s ingratiatingly panoramic creation,

To every euphorically untamed cry of yours; she liberated her sagacious persona of even the most lambastingly deleterious of tensions; tumultuously overjoyed at your blessedly momentous exultation,

To every immaculately impetuous stubbornness of yours; she gorgeously empathized with you like the Omnipotent Lord; bounteously fructifying your agonizingly wandering soul; till the last droplet of her blood flowed and shimmered into shine,

To every artistic eclecticism of yours; she beamed more celestially than Omnipresent sunshine; transpiring you to exuberantly surge forward; even as the ruthlessly conventional society outside murderously asphyxiated her of her final breath,

To every remorsefully unfinished dream of yours; she flew you on her wings of insuperably regale companionship; making you feel the most pricelessly endowed and surreally mesmerizing entity ever alive,

To every ebulliently vivacious word of yours; she implacably clapped till scarlet blood froze in her philanthropic veins; being a resplendently quintessential element of your enthusiasm in life; even as insane lunatics outside bawdily slandered at her charming graciousness,

To every disastrously financial crisis of yours; she handsomely emptied all wealth on this cosmos in your wailing palms; at times tawdrily trading her flesh to lecherously venomous thorns; in order to witness tinkling laughter on your face again,

To every insidiously inevitable betrayal of yours; she immortally inundated each beat of your gruesomely livid dereliction; with all the love that she could ever have assimilated; in this life and beyond,

And even as the uncouthly prejudiced world outside failed to recognize you even in the most brilliantly dazzling of sunlight; her Omniscient palms protected the most mercurial shades of your life from beneath her veritable grave; even before you could
incongruously mumble mother.

A zillionth time I commanded my hands to arduously work; and they still languidly crept under silken carpets of sand; as the Sun majestically blazed from the sky,

A zillionth time I commanded my feet to march towards unflinching adventure; and they still tickled the tantalizingly sensuous orchard of fructifying raspberries with their big toes,

A zillionth time I commanded my lips to mumble inexhaustible hymns of righteousness; and they still pursed themselves uncompromisingly to indefinitely feast at the romantic moisture of the blowing mists,

A zillionth time I commanded my eyes to indefatigably search for newness in the atmosphere; and they still shut themselves into invincible sleep; to celestially fantasize into a land beyond infinite infinity,

A zillionth time I commanded my skin to ardently perspire; to nurture the
true spirit of existence; and it still intransigently craved for an unstoppably fiery embrace; aimlessly loitering on avalanches of white ice,

A zillionth time I commanded my throat to diffuse into endlessly humanitarian melody that would wonderfully mitigate every tyrannized echelon of humanity; and it
still unceasingly drowned itself into tawdrily voluptuous rivers of scarlet wine,

A zillionth time I commanded my shadow to blissfully mollify the drearily bedraggled traveler; and it still purposelessly sauntered through the inscrutable forests; perennially wanting to bond with limitless compassion,

A zillionth time I commanded my blood to peacefully coalesce with the ocean
of priceless oneness; and it still tempestuously gushed up and down my veins; like an untamed volcano in the corpses of hell,

A zillionth time I commanded my hair to compassionately swirl towards the
aisles of ebullient paradise; and they still lackadaisically smothered amidst phlegmatic dry leaves stonily staring towards chocolate brown soil,

A zillionth time I commanded my bones to tirelessly surge to miraculously
ameliorate the haplessly orphaned; and they still ached and sanctimoniously
groaned till the realms of eternity; at the tiniest puff of wind,

A zillionth time I commanded my nape to drift towards every of those despairing dwellings which needed me the most; and it still laconically couched beneath a cistern of enthralling pearls; reminiscing the most immaculate moments of its life under their pristine glimmer,

A zillionth time I commanded my ears to unendingly listen to the unfathomably royal melody of mother nature; and they still intractably drifted towards the raunchily blaring music of the inarticulate discotheque,

A zillionth time I commanded my conscience to impregnate itself with nothing
else but peerlessly sparkling truth; and it still sporadically got carried away towards the devastatingly obsolete mist of blatantly decrepit lies,

A zillionth time I commanded my belly to gyrate uninhibitedly to the tunes
of the unbelievably unhindered nightingale; and it still did nothing else but gluttonously gobbling countless morsels of food in a single minute; before becoming the snore of the fathomless planet outside,

A zillionth time I commanded my brain to spell bindingly innovate; and it still immutably delved into moments of my unfettered childhood; the laziness encircling each of my bones; when I snoozing in the lap of my sacrosanct mother,

A zillionth time I commanded my skeleton to devote every bit of its entrapped energy to the service of eternally unbreakable mankind; and still it wasted its amazingly Herculean tenacity; into seductively titillating women and wine,

A zillionth time I commanded my teeth to incessantly chew for the unfortunately old; and still they irrevocably spent their entire lifetime; masticating such a stolen pedigree of fruit; which in never any birth was ever theirs,

A zillionth time I commanded my breath to ignite inimitably passionate fires
even in the heart of frigid ice; and it still endlessly flowed without the slightest reason or ostensibly sagacious rhyme,

But before I could ever perceive an ethereal iota or ever dream to authoritatively command; my heart had already commenced to bond its beats with infinite fragments of love; my heart had already commenced to perpetually burgeon with the Omnipotent freshness of creation; my heart had already commenced to metamorphose every mortal into immortal with the power of; omnipresent friendship.

Gregarious morsels of ravishing clouds; to feed the lap of the fathomlessly spell binding sky; inundate its barren persona with satiny charm and compassionate
grace,

Heavenly morsels of mesmerizing scent; to feed the overwhelmingly sullen atmosphere; enshroud it withwaves of unparalleled enlightenment,

Indispensable morsels of robust food; to feed the impoverished walls of the treacherously famished intestines; flood the stomach with beams of blissful
contentment,

Patriotic morsels of vibrant energy; to feed the unsurpassably exhausted soldier; fighting relentlessly; to free his motherland; from the corridors of diabolical captivity,

Impeccable morsels of boisterous rhyme; to feed the incessantly wailing child; embed a twinkle on his dreary face; as he commenced his first hours of the brilliant day,

Irrefutable morsels of sacrosanct truth; to feed the indiscriminately blood sucking parasites; consecrate their abominably castigated lives with celestial joy,

Philanthropic morsels of benign peace; to feed the lecherously satanic enshrouded by whirlpools of manipulation; trigger them to wholesomely blossom in the supremely ecstatic spirit of vivacious life,

Immaculate morsels of placid grass; to feed the divinely cow mother; as she pacified the thirst of millions with her marvelously revered milk,

Mystical morsels of esoteric enchantment; to feed the fanatically groping magician; tickle his unsurpassable armory of tricks with overwhelmingly new found excitement,

Bountiful morsels of melodious honey; to feed the garrulously quarreling insipid politicians; profoundly illuminate their miserably shivering lives; with the ointment of majestic happiness,

Immutably morsels of holistic non-violence; to feed the murderously vicious terrorists; entrench their despicably horrendous countenances; with the Omnipotent light of symbiotic existence,

Inscrutable morsels of bewildering effulgence; to feed the voluptuously tantalizing night; perpetually fulfill its thirst for the unknown; till decades immemorial,

Unconquerable morsels of unflinching courage; to feed the disastrously orphaned and maimed; propel them to surge forward exuberantly in every aspect of their ditheringly devastated lives; to eventually kiss the ultimate dormitories of sparkling success,

Embellished morsels of stupendous charisma; to feed the unrelentingly tossing bride; grant her every philanthropic desire; to blend with the clouds of marvelously proliferating eternity,

Flamboyant morsels of blistering sunshine; to feed the astronomically wonderful summit of the gargantuan mountain; perennially ensure that it bathed in glorious fountains of; princely light,

Eclectic strokes of ingratiating paint; to feed the trajectory of the hopelessly barren canvas; profusely emboss every iota of its pathetically trembling visage; with unprecedented hope and ebullient cheer,

Enamoring morsels of innocuous leaves; to feed the army of aimlessly wandering squirrels and scarlet striped parrots; engendering them to vividly incinerate the abysmal stillness of the staggering night,

Inevitable morsels of Omniscient breath; to feed the caverns of stupefying nostrils; flood them with the impregnable elixir; to handsomely lead every moment of bestowing life,

Blossoming morsels of fascinating newness; to feed the disastrously stale arenas of frenziedly extinguishing life; sprinkle its parasitically fatigued contours; with the exuberant color to exist; beyond its destined times,

And invincible morsels of immortal love; to feed the tumultuously throbbing blankets of the sensuous heart; granting it the most divinely reprieve from its inadvertently committed sins; of past; present; and future life; rendering it as eternally alive.

Your voice seemed to me a supremely obfuscated blur; although you were standing at whisker lengths from my body; screaming hysterically into my sensitive eardrum,

Your footsteps seemed to me like a frigidly lazy yawn; although you were tumultuously banging your bohemian feet across the savagely metallic floor,

Your laughter seemed to me like lame ducks floating on the docile pond; although you were thunderously chortling into loud guffaws as you watched the clown
fall down,

Your eyes seemed to me like dark clouds hovering in dull consternation; although you were staring ferociously towards my visage as if planning to eat me for nocturnal supper,

Your dance seemed to me like the dead squirrel lying on the stone since ages; although you were vivaciously swishing your bones to stridently blaring sleazy
music,

Your hands seemed to me like flimsy spider webs; although you were clapping them ardently under the mid day Sun,

Your clothes seemed to me like vaguely obsolete shadows; although you had adorned your demeanor in fabulously glittering attire,

Your lips seemed to me like squelched and frivolously light pulp; although you had embellished them with garish lipstick; were pursing them indefatigably as each minute unveiled by,

Your hair seemed to me like decayed strands of the morbid broomstick; although you flirtatiously fluttered them at thin distances from my cheeks,

Your fingers seemed to me like evanescently buried fossils; although you had flooded them with incredulous strings of scintillating diamonds and pearls,

Your tongue seemed to me like lifeless tiger skin suspended dolorously from the ceiling; although you cheekily moved it inside your mouth umpteenth number
of times in a single minute,

Your sweat seemed to me like a transiently fading mirage melting at electric speeds as the seconds unfurled by; although you let it pour poignantly upon my eye as you conversed boisterously by my side,

Your feet seemed to me like the miserably evaporating waterfall lasting for only frugal periods after the monsoons; although you had encompassed them in alluring chains of white silver; audaciously struck your big toe in the center of my chest,

Your skin seemed to me like fermented milk rotting in open space since ages; although you had inundated it with overwhelmingly austere rose scent; and it glowed
more tenaciously than the moon had ever shone,

Your nails seemed to me like old frogs croaking in timid submission just before their death; although you had pruned them meticulously with contemporary times;
vibrantly cuddled my soft cheeks with your piquantly painted nail polish,

Your ears seemed to me like colorless pools of saliva loitering on the dusty street; although you had decorated their dainty periphery with opulent jewelry; dangled them seductively before my face,

Your belly seemed to me like charred firewood; nimbly smoldering embers of subsiding fire; although you had enveloped it in mesmerizing silk; gyrated it
voluptuously to captivate my attention,

Your height seemed to me like the diminutively inconspicuous dwarfs; although you trespassed on spiffy heels; stood at a handsome stature from the nonchalantly flat ground,

Your bangles seemed to me like infinitesimal beads of orphaned cotton; although you shook them vehemently near my ears; permeating the still ambience around
with volcanic noise,

And I am profoundly sorry to say O! beloved that all I was able to make out of you was a blurred and a slim mosquito; unable to appreciate your alluring charisma
and royal grace,

As I gawked at your persona in open mouthed amazement; missing you perhaps more than God could have missed this earth when you were gone; was infact meeting you after 3 torturously complete days.

Truth is sometimes stranger than; the most intriguing of spell binding fiction,

Reality is sometimes stranger than; the most unfathomably rhapsodic of fantasy; the dreams that insatiably lingered beyond the untamed realms of imagination,

Pragmatism is sometimes more stranger than; the most fascinating scriptures of art; the mesmerizing silhouettes of the incredulous valley,

Sunlight is sometimes more stranger than; the charismatic mysticism of the majestic night; the festoon of resplendently twinkling stars which shimmered relentlessly into a world of stupendous enthrallment,

Stones are sometimes more stranger than; the brazenly undulating ocean; unfurling into an unprecedented world of enigma; as each wave escalated towards boundlessly blue sky,

Alphabets are sometimes more stranger than; melodiously enchanting tunes; perpetually lingering in an ocean of supreme titillation and unbelievable excitement,

Sweat is sometimes more stranger than; surreally evoking shadow; royally blending with golden dust; at the onset of mesmerizing twilight,

Boredom is sometimes more stranger than; intransigently augmenting reverie; which casts its exotic spell for times beyond eternal eternity,

Honesty is sometimes more stranger than; surreptitiously curvaceous lies; astutely eluding and eloping in tunnels of unparalleled mystique,

Simplicity is sometimes more stranger than; voluptuously enamoring mascara; inevitably seducing the most sagacious; in webs of uncontrollable desire,

Staring is sometimes more stranger than; anecdotes of flirtatious winking; evoking a volcano of uncanny attraction; an electricity between entities; existing even poles apart,

Numerals are sometimes more stranger than; insurmountable lines of heavenly poetry; dancing in the aisles of romantic captivation and magnetic desire,

Rules are sometimes more stranger than; uninhibited dormitories of astronomical freedom; the incomprehensibly unrestricted will to do as you like,

Candidness is sometimes more stranger than; the opposite poles of two magnets; triggering fireballs of cataclysmic passion in the cosmos; the very instant that they met,

Unemployment is sometimes more stranger than; astounding versatility; the unbelievably miraculous prowess of a tangible organism to attempt infinite
things at a time,

Humility is sometimes more stranger than; the bountifully divine; spawning a whole new chapter of existence; as the winds of desire profusely descended,

Maturity is sometimes more stranger than; the innocuously bouncing infant; who discovered resplendently blossoming paradise; at every step he majestically tread,

Conventions are sometimes more stranger than; the compassionately gorgeous entrenchment of sizzling romance; desirously uniting two souls as one,

And death is sometimes more stranger; than vivaciously flamboyant life; which unfurled each tomorrow with waves of charming bliss; with summits of perpetual
happiness.