Monthly Archives: April 2016

Made of curvaceous ornamental brass,
sometimes parallel straight arms of white metal,
coated with different shades of radium paint,
hung to long center pivot thoroughly oiled and greased,
the hour hand moves at painstaking speed,
the minute hand ticks a shade faster,
the second hand is the fastest of them all.
all thick needles displaying time,
passing moments of pragmatic life,
traversing in circular clockwise journeys,
in a background of finely calibrated dial,
and roman numerals ascending from one to twelve,
all this compactly imprisoned in water proof glass,
tightened by an artillery of shock proof screw,
triggered by maze of compressed springs,
with gold plated chains suspended to be wound,
and the chirpy cuckoo announcing its presence every hour,
with melodious cadence of bird sound,
nailed to plaster in our living room,
winning accolades of innumerable visitors,
is our unfailingly loyal cuckoo clock.

If only my tears; could forever wash away the brutal disparities of mankind; the invidious discrimination that divided the spellbindingly united human race; into salacious segments of nothingness,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the devastating loneliness from every hapless orphans face; the deplorably crucifying solitude that it faced at the hands of amorphously heartless destiny,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the preposterously crippling blackness from every blind eye; cadaverously hurtling towards the coffins of hopelessness right since the first cry of birth,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the baselessly maiming idiosyncrasies in the name of religion; which transformed life harder than the most obdurate of stone; every unfurling instant,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the feckless abhorrence from every prejudiced heart; which criminally masticated even the freshest form of existence; into meaningless bits of oblivion,

If only my tears; could forever wash away disdainfully emaciating impoverishment; those inevitably stabbing pangs of hunger which converted even the most sensible living being; into an unkempt devil,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the obnoxiously venomous smoke and dust from every blissful leaf on the city streets; the maliciously deteriorating human spit that dribbled down the tree roots,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the senseless negativities from each living brain; the inexplicably traumatizing depression that worthlessly rendered exuberant life; as a sinfully lifeless pillar,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the footprints of vindictively assassinating anarchy; the inconsolable wounds inflicted upon the nimble; by the hedonistic Lordships of malevolently corrupt power,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the livid superiority in every mans voice; the wretchedly lambasting domination that he abominably asserted on every sacred woman’s womb,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the inextricably lethal scars left on mother nature’s belly; by rampantly pulverizing powerhouses of robotic commercialism,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the surreptitiously blasphemous glances; which were cast on every innocuous widow’s countenance; by the rapaciously thwarted society outside,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the stains of morbidly gory blood; which ignominiously flourished on the heart of mother earth; after every heartlessly
massacring war,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the inveterate arrogance of human creation; the inanely beheading aridness that even the closest of blood-relations displayed to each other; in pursuit of worldly greed and fame,

If only my tears; could forever wash away every divorce that unceremoniously occurred between a husband and wife; the non-existent suspicions that they harbored against
each other,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the disastrously impeaching emptiness in every source of existence; the unfathomable trauma of having to lead life to the fullest;
without the priceless beloved,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the shame of every naked organism on the tawdrily freezing streets; the ramifications of intolerable penuriousness that wafted from every exploited and malnourished chest,

If only my tears; could forever wash away the silence of despairingly uncouth death; the state of irrevocably lamenting helplessness that then enshrouded every ingredient of the atmosphere,

Then. O! Yes absolutely and irrefutably then. Irrespective of how cowardly the world outside termed me to be. I was prepared to forever and ever and ever cry.

Brutally starved were my staggering eyes; frantically groping for those rainbows of eternal prosperity; which had become so ghoulishly amorphous and obsolete; in the world today,

Pathetically starved were my lambasted lips; rapaciously wandering for those hives of perennial sweetness; which had parsimoniously evaporated into corpses of lackadaisical abhorrence; in the world today,

Horrendously starved were my tortured fingers; unrelentingly searching for those uninhibited bits of free space; which had so luridly metamorphosed into salacious jailhouses of the sinister devil; in the world today,

Preposterously starved were my tottering cheeks; intransigently loitering for those whirlwinds of ingratiating passion; which had transited into penalizingly inclement commercialism; in the world today,

Despondently starved were my numbed ears; indefatigably straining for those sounds of everlastingly mellifluous harmony; which had so bizarrely drowned
in obstreperously maladroit traffic; in the world today,

Truculently starved was my monotonous brain; timelessly stretching for those precociously exhilarating forests of astounding innovation; which had converted so deplorably into coffins of ribald hell; in the world today,

Flagrantly starved were my beleaguered eyelashes; relentlessly glimpsing for those dew drops of unfathomably sensuous ecstasy; which had so fanatically fulminated into insanely tyrannical bloodshed and crime; in the world today,

Lecherously starved was my aggrieved throat; desperately searching for those raindrops of pristine exhilaration; which had so egregiously adulterated themselves with derogatory corruption; in the world today,

Lasciviously starved were my fetid toes; agonizingly penetrating for those meadows of irrefutably silken honesty; which had so disparagingly converted themselves into a gutter of ghastly lies; in the world today,

Despairingly starved were my deprived palms; tirelessly fumbling for those entrenchments of aristocratic artistry; which had so perniciously disappeared into the dungeons of miserably fermented doom; in the world today,

Unsparingly starved were my staggering veins; limitlessly stuttering for those waves of unflinching solidarity; which had so barbarously unfurled into carcasses of bludgeoning viciousness; in the world today,

Licentiously starved was my convoluted neck; greedily swirling for those pinnacles of impregnably majestic brotherhood; which had so uncouthly divided into sleazily spurious boundaries of religion; caste; creed and color; in the world today,

Ludicrously starved were my trembling teeth; maniacally chattering for those winds of patriotically blazing courage; which had so raunchily extinguished into scurrilously dastardly betrayal; in the world today,

Painstakingly starved were my dreary bones; rampantly galloping for those blissfully placating shades of symbiotism; which had so hedonistically become warehouses of morbidly libidinous trade; in the world today,

Unsurpassably starved was my crumbling spinal chord; wildly staring for those clouds of compassionate embrace; which had so bawdily perpetuated into mirages of worthless meaninglessness; in the world today,

Criminally starved was my terrorized shadow; restlessly meandering for those unequivocally glorious rivers of freedom; which had so treacherously dwindled
into maelstroms of political racialism; in the world today,

Indiscriminately starved was my incoherent signature; implacably ambling for those stamps of heavenly righteousness; which had so tawdrily exploded into surreptitiously gratuitous profanity; in the world today,

Forlornly starved was my asphyxiated breath; intractably gasping for those fireballs of vivaciously unending titillation; which had so obnoxiously become castrated graveyards of marauding lynchpins; in the world today,

And cruelly starved was my deteriorating heart; endlessly feeling for those beats of immortally regale love; which had so baselessly extradited into gallows of indescribably crucifying emptiness; in the world today.

When I lay languidly sprawled on a king poster bed; emollient with a scent of mesmerizing rose,
There was an insatiable craving in the body to sleep.

When I came in proximity with an appetizing meal of cold salad; blended with
sea petrel,
There were irresistible cravings in the starved bowels to eat.

When there hung an immaculate bandanna at right angles to my vision,
There developed an inevitable craving to expurgate my nostrils; and sneeze.

When I saw white water tumbling down the undulating mountain,
There arose unfathomable cravings in my persona to stand beneath it; and bathe.

When I came in lethal confrontation with a cluster of venomous snake,
There was an indispensable craving in my legs; to gallop at rollicking pace and flee.

When I alighted the majestically strong demeanour of a race stallion,
There was a ubiquitous craving in my mind; to traverse the race course at swashbuckling speed.

When I jumped aboard the ship; into sapphire waters of the fathomless ocean,
There were desperate cravings that proliferated in my body; to swim.

When my fellow counterparts tyrannized me; victimizing me as the subject of ludicrous laughter,
There arose sporadic cravings in my tongue to stringently retaliate.

When I was on the verge of freezing in chilly winds of arctic winter,
There arose profound cravings to burn a grandiloquent fire; and warm my numb feet.

When I was chased by a striped leopard in dense camouflage of the jungle,
There was an overwhelming craving to clamber up the tree; and hide in the myriad of branches.

When I walked bedraggled; through silver soil of the scorched desert,
There was an ingratiating craving for sipping cool water; thereby sustaining precious life.

When there were stacks of resplendent gold lying unguarded on the solitary street,
There were intractable cravings to permeate through the heap; and pilfer.

When one of my siblings left prematurely for his heavenly abode,
There were nostalgic cravings in the eyes to sob hysterically and emit water.

And when the ethereal shadow of my beloved unveiled in entirety; before my silhouette,
There was an intransigent craving in my lips to kiss her; and love.

In order to crack the enigmatic puzzle; I used the most stupendously intricate
arenas of my brain,

In order to crack the obdurate nut; I used the astronomical tenacity of my teeth,

In order to crack the astoundingly gloomy silence; I used my stringently
piercing voice,

In order to crack the insurmountably hazy night; I used my twin paired crystalline eyesight,

In order to crack spurious sadness ominously hovering around; I used my amicably compassionate smile,

In order to crack the incorrigibly bellicose brick; I used my fists plummeting like a thunderbolt; on its wretched periphery,

In order to crack the astutely austere corporate tycoon; I used frugal amounts of sly wit; circulating more mystically than the clouds in my blood,

In order to crack the diabolically freezing evening; I used my palms voraciously against the rocks; to generate unsurpassable loads of seductive heat,

In order to crack utter hopelessness; I used the invincible muscle impregnated euphorically in my bones,

In order to crack the ingenious idea; I used my inherent skill of profusely intense concentration,

In order to crack the yawn; I used my unfathomable treasury of will power to rise up to the occasion of pragmatic survival,

In order to crack inexplicably treacherous destiny; I used my spirit of fathomless adventure to confront the acrimonious world,

In order to crack pain; I used my lids to drink back my prolifically dribbling river of traumatized tears,

In order to crack the bottle; I used my nails to adroitly unleash the
insurmountably serrated steel cap,

In order to crack the pathway of horrendous dirt; I used my royally sparkling pool
of saliva,

In order to crack the majestically enchanting painting; I used my adroitly slender conglomerate of fingers,

In order to crack dismally mind boggling poverty; I used all the wealth I had assimilated till date; in the tenure of my short life,

In order to crack the chapter of inevitably precious existence; I used my exuberant mountain of Omnipotent breath,

And in order to crack the love of my ultimate dreams; I used the inner most realms of my passionately thundering heart; which shot its beats infinite kilometers above the sky; as each second unfurled itself into the fabulously blossoming spectrum called
romance.

Glistening golden sands of the beach,
A lunch box for venomous crabs,
Stormy waves dispatching sheets of salt,
With metallic clangs on crab shell,
Prompting elaborate spread of noxious tentacles,
Temporary dislocating the gallant brown spider,
Into well spun cocoons of slippery mud.
The sea recedes, a van stops on adjoining asphalt,
A trio of school kids step out beamingly,
Dressed in luxurious flannel beach wear,
With firm fitted and triangular caps,
Innocent wrists wound with water proof time,
And flying saucers whirled with speed,
In gleeful anticipation of splashing rockets,
Of salt water on their bare backs,
Shouts of laughter, articulately made sandcastles,
Big chunks of sand gliding harmlessly,
Past mischivious facial contours,
Utter amazement at encountering fossils,
Moulded marine green, with faded exteriors,
Hungry sipping of coconut water,
Causing vertical oscillations of adams apple,
And chorused singing of nursery rhymes,
Accompanied by the skipping rope flying high,
And fishing boats fast approaching,
Oh! Yes the toddlers were having a ball of a time.
A sudden yelp rises in the air,
Led by immediate collapse of tiny feet,
Baby white skin, with a tinge of blue poison,
As dirty brown spider stings unripened flesh,
With pointed crusts of hairy legs,
Inserting paltry vials of crab poison,
Spreading slowly through circuitous blood,
Divesting it of precious oxygen,
Cautioning all on sea sand,
Highlighting effects of crab poison.

A mountain of ideas always proliferating; picking up swashbuckling currents of speed as the minutes unveil,

A blanket of mesmerizing beauty laden voluptuously on earth; on which slept the most beautiful fairies of the sky,

A playground of innocent children; shouting and dancing gleefully in the aisles of rustic childhood,

A garland of poignant emotions; arrows of volatile passion stinging
thunderously through the atmosphere,

A nest of daunting courage; the fortitude to stand tall and withstand the mightiest of disaster,

A cloud of unrelenting fantasy; the incredulously exotic essence of imagination taking complete control,

A river of empathy with perennial flow; gently caressing every fraternity of the varied society with astronomical compassion and care,

A beam of Sunlight which brilliantly filtered through morbid space; profoundly illuminated every unveiling dawn,

A garden of incomprehensibly fragrant lotus; the enchanting odor which pierced through each pore of the skin,

A jungle inundated with delectably fresh fruits; from which oozed infinite juices and salubrious nutrition of Mother Nature,

A vivacious rainbow of optimistic hope; which thoroughly overwhelmed all despair and helplessness in monotonous life,

A shadow of enigmatic mysticism; which left the soul inevitably searching for the real meaning of tangible existence,

A minuscule footprint drawn incoherently in the sands; making nostalgic remembrances of the past deluge like a whirlpool in the mind,

A tornado of relentless vacillations; which kept creeping at every cranny to add to the spice and handsome ardor of breath,

A valley reverberating with fabulously melodious sounds; the unsurpassable charisma of past life candidly reflected,

A gateway of invincible triumph; valiantly conquered victory in each path that inexplicably unfurled before clear sight,

A beehive of incessant turmoil; exploring and discovering the most alluring things strewn across the trajectory of this boundless planet,

A bridge of immortal love; divinely bonding the mind; body and soul with the threads of insatiable longing,

A soil to indefatigably struggle for existence; survive amongst a pack of savage wolves hovering around with fire in their eyes,

Is how I have always desired my life to be O! Almighty Lord; and I thank you from the inner most recesses of my heart; for blessing this molecule of yours; with
one countless times better than thee.

It takes countless droplets of liquid to fill the empty bucket; grant its disdainfully dilapidated persona the stature of heavenly water,

It takes countless beams of sunlight to stringently fumigate the entire planet; deluge a myriad of shattered lives with rays of optimistic hope and blissful happiness,

It takes countless streams of crimson blood; to make the body celestially function; surge forward with unsurpassably arduous vigor in life,

It takes countless pinches of golden sands; to evolve the awe-inspiring and colossally magnificent royal desert,

It takes a countless battalion of voluptuously swirling waves; to evolve the boundlessly majestic and saline ocean,

It takes countless alphabets to write a book; mystically portray the spirit of adventure lingering perpetually for fathomless times to unveil,

It takes countless steps of overwhelming tenacity; to reach the astronomically towering pinnacle of gigantic mountain,

It takes countless roots embedded formidably under loose soil; to form an incomprehensibly tall and brazenly Oligarchic tree,

It takes countless blades of seductively green grass; to evolve a fathomlessly mesmerizing and divinely meadow,

It takes countless number of blood stained tears; to achieve what you really want in currently treacherous existence,

It takes countless petals of poignantly scented flower; to evolve a harmoniously synchronized and grandiloquent garland,

It takes a countless artillery of articulate bones; to dexterously manipulate the intricate movements of robustly transgressing human body,

It takes countless seconds of the rhythmically ticking clock; before the austerely blazing fireball of Sun; actually unfurls into the heart of the stupendously
enchanting night,

It takes countless births before we actually dream of taking birth as insurmountably blessed man; having the privilege of being crowned the most superior in the
fraternity of living kind,

It takes countless dreams and an unfathomable ocean of relentless fantasy; before waking up in absolute tranquil harmony at the crack of ephemeral dawn,

It takes countless hours of indefatigable turmoil; to achieve unprecedented corridors of meticulous perfection,

It takes countless draughts of exuberant air; to metamorphose the diminutively burning candle into an incredulously handsome fire escalating unstoppably
towards bits of blue sky,

It takes countless days of innocuous childhood; to mature and harness into professional youth,

And it takes countless lives to find the sacrosanct love of your heart; the love that makes you feel immortally breathing; the love that imparts in you an irrevocable desire; to be forever alive.

I used them to trample incorrigible chunks of wild clay,
violently kick orphan splinters of soft pebble that came my way.

i wore them while clambering up menacing slopes of the snow clad mountain,
waded through placid waters of jungle river at leisurely pace.

i brutally dismantled inarticulate walls of the glistening sandcastle,
tread harmoniously; with nonchalant vigor on an army of desert crab.

i aimlessly loitered through solitary streets of the city; a few hours preceding dawn,
tenderly kissing pliable cakes of cow dung plaster that confronted my way.

i assassinated transparent panes of the shop window; into a fine spray of white
chowder,
stole exquisite pieces of saffron cloth; from the dark ambience of the closet.

i jogged incessantly across the sparkling meadow; with sporadic pants of breath,
made cacophonic noises; crushing withered leaves of the oleander maple.

i stood fearlessly on a battalion of fiery red ant,
escaped unhurt; as the animate creatures tried puncturing the leather without respite.

i even adhered them to my feet; with long strands of shriveled rubber,
descending to fathomless depths of the ocean; exploring blood red coral reef’s.

i traversed unrelentingly on steaming patches of barren land,
they still seemed to hold my weight; bereft of squeaks and discordant sounds.

i took them out for few hours; when sunk in the domains of blissful sleep,
my twin pair of corduroy shoes still guarded me against jinxed spirits,
exuberantly anticipating the fresh soles of my rustic feet,
as the clock ticked a second past brilliant dawn.

Control it; or prepare to loose all your sense of overwhelmingly sagacious prudence,

Control it; or prepare to blend like a piece of frigid chalk in profoundly bedraggled soil,

Control it; or prepare to slacken your invincible stranglehold on the periphery of precious life,

Control it; or prepare to swoon down inevitably towards the ground; as the heat was no longer conducive for your nerves to bear,

Control it; or prepare to uncouthly erase the ocean of blissfully nostalgic memories forever from your intricate mind,

Control it; or prepare to plunge down into the fathomless deep valley; after successfully clambering up the astronomically gigantic summit,

Control it; or prepare to punctuate gaping holes; in your impeccably synchronized plan of unconquerable triumph,

Control it; or prepare to embarrassingly slip on a road embedded profusely with obdurate spikes,

Control it; or prepare to let the indiscriminate flames of blistering Sun; char you to infinitesimal fragments of insipid ash,

Control it; or prepare to accept pathetically crippling defeat; when unprecedented triumph was just a hair away,

Control it; or prepare to plummet below the diabolical dungeons; for the ultimate spin of your life,

Control it; or prepare to have blissful entities traversing down the streets turn for your blood; like an untamed pack of parasites,

Control it; or prepare to start counting backwards all over once again; after reaching the colossally unfathomable numeral of infinity,

Control it; or prepare to succumb like a mountain of ice; infront of salacious lechery and blatantly stinking lies,

Control it; or prepare to wander in diminutive wisps of obsolete oblivion; after the planet had discarded you like a piece of shit,

Control it; or prepare to become an impoverished victim of your own idiosyncrasies; trembling uncontrollably on the abysmally heinous crocodile,

Control it; or prepare to get mercilessly entangled into the most treacherously complicated web; in which ironically there was no grizzly haired spider,

Control it; or prepare to take the perilous onslaught of the hideously menacing devil on your lungs; pulverizing them to worthless sand under its satanic might,

Control it; or prepare to relinquish the love that mattered the most to you; in your destined quota of life,

And control your anger; or prepare to perpetually imprison yourself infinite feet beneath your grave; even when you were still breathing and more exuberant than when God had given you new life.