Monthly Archives: April 2016

The most embarrassing moment for a barber was when he inadvertently annihilated all traces of the bushy moustache; alongwith scrupulously trimming scalp hair,

The most embarrassing moment for a pilot was when he dozed off for split seconds; only to witness his spacecraft nose-diving towards gruesome blackness,

The most embarrassing moment for a doctor was when he unwittingly dispensed the wrong medicine; treated the patient for a running nose; although he was suffering from stomach infection,

The most embarrassing moment for a teacher was when she was caught red handed;
for giving full marks to a student who had jotted a romantic picture story instead of solving mind boggling sums of arithmetic,

The most embarrassing moment for a businessman was when he signed a blank check; presuming it to contain a parsimonious amount of money,

The most embarrassing moment for a tailor was when he stitched cloth upside down; evolved a night pant out of the fabric which was supposedly meant for an office shirt,

The most embarrassing moment for an acrobat was when he toppled head on from
the slender string; collapsed on the obdurate ground like a school kid having just started to learn rope walking,

The most embarrassing moment for a tea taster was when he certified inebriating whisky as royal tea; having a mesmerizing aroma and a delectably crackling flavor,

The most embarrassing moment for a baby sitter was when she dropped the infant
on the ground; envisaging it to be a piece of chocolate wrapped in soft candy paper,

The most embarrassing moment for a jeweler was when he added scintillating pearls to his tea; perceiving them to be crystals of sweet sugar,

The most embarrassing moment for an electrician was when he insipidly handed
live current wires in the hands of his customer; instead of giving them the compactly molded switch,

The most embarrassing moment for a zookeeper was when he opened the cage of
the ferocious lion; expecting innocuous birds to fly out in tandem,

The most embarrassing moment for a model was when she traversed on the ramp;
with disdainful blotches of sewage adhering stringently to her face,
The most embarrassing moment for a artist was when he painted the sun effeminate blue and the landscape blood red; lost in passionate fantasy while incoherently swishing his brush,

The most embarrassing moment for a singer was when she sang in a tune befitting a crow; the aftermath of a sore throat; drawing squeals of condemnation from the packed audience,

The most embarrassing moment for a car rallyist; was when his vehicle intractably refrained to budge an inch further; no matter how hard he tried to compress the accelerator at the start of race,

The most embarrassing moment for a cobbler was when he stitched the lace alongwith the threadbare holes in the shoe; profoundly engrossed in viewing
the swanky cars passing by,

The most embarrassing moment for a photographer was when he snapped the clergymen encircling the ministers; instead of capturing the domineering demeanor of the president,

The most embarrassing moment for a writer was when the ink in his pen exhausted; as he started to emboss the very first page of his book,

And the most embarrassing moment for a person in love was when an alien girl
pecked him frantically on his cheek; boldly embraced him in front of his cherished and angry beloved.

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single jewel in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she incessantly led me through a trail of unrelenting fantasy and insurmountable yearning; making me blossom into profoundly enamoring newness with the profuse captivation in her enamoring lips.

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single moment of happiness in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she compassionately stared at me till times beyond conceivable eternity.

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single cloth in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she cast her invincible magic through each element of my impoverished blood and diminishing senses.

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single roof to survive in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she enigmatically teased me into a land more majestic than bountifully resplendent paradise.

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single space to enjoy in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she titillated me indefatigably; to ebulliently arouse me out of my ghastly corpse; every time I tried to sleep; in the heart of pernicious midnight.

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single talent in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she pacified all my murderously hedonistic apprehensions; with the ingratiating melody in her voice.

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single fantasy in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she instilled the virtue of uninhibited sharing and brotherhood; in each ingredient of my severely decayed blood.

Even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single adventure in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she made me perceive the most voluptuously ravishing sights on this fathomless planet; with the impeccable softness embedded in her marvelous eyes.

And even if you didn’t bestow upon me a single droplet of water; a single morsel of food in this entire lifetime of mine; I would still consider myself the most blessed man on earth,
Because I had her immortally priceless love incarcerated well within the beats of my heart; as she danced like a celestial fairy to grant me a countless more lives; enshrouding my diminutively bedraggled existence with the Omnipotent light of humanity; a mellow greater than the handsomely divine.

Neither and ever infront of my very own mother; who’d borne me 9 excruciating months in her womb; compassionately safeguarding me even today; a 28 yrs later; against the most infinitesimal trace of the
devil,

Neither and ever infront of my very own father; who’d indefatigably worked round the clock; unsparingly abrading the heels of his soles against the merciless corporate tarmac; in order to lavishly attend to each of my minuscule needs,

Neither and ever infront of my very own sister; who’d herself undergone countless an ordeal; just in order to ensure that there always illuminated a smile on my face; and my parents as well as the world only looked at me,

Neither and ever infront of my very own grandmother; who’d astoundingly awakened several a time in the wee hours of midnight; to cater to my every eccentric demand; ecstatically run with my baby legs for unending a distance; with only the moon as savior and her ailing sight,

Neither and ever infront of my very own grandfather; who’d torrentially showered every conceivable gift on this planet upon my childish demands; many a time using droplets of his blood when his treasury of currency coin had disastrously exhausted,

Neither and ever infront of my very own brother; who’d never left a single stone unturned in his endless search for me; as I timelessly wandered in fantasy amidst a sea of humans; at every perceivable direction of sound,

Neither and ever infront of my very own uncle; who’d tirelessly spent every instant of his life; trying to keep me in the most euphoric of spirits; alleviate the inexplicable graves of depression that had sunk deep down into my soul,

Neither and ever infront of my very own aunt; who’d loved and adored
me more than her own children; proudly introducing me to her friends and the rest of the world; as the inimitable and very best,

Neither and ever infront of my very own pet; who’d wagged his tail more ardently than the fierily mid-day Sun; everytime the nimble sound of my intricate feet tinkered near his ever-alert ears,

Neither and ever infront of my very own shadow; who’d incorrigibly followed me since the first cry of ebullient life; unflinchingly agglutinated to me like a faithful soldier; irrespective of my sporadic moods and abuse,
Neither and ever infront of my very own niece; who’d virtually exhausted every of her rhapsodic effort; to mischievously transform each tear-drop that dribbled from my eye; into a fountain of perennially fructifying love,

Neither and ever infront of my very own cousin; who’d built countless a castle with me on the glistening sea shores; being always there as my best friend; when everyone else in the world had uncouthly abandoned me,

Neither and ever infront of my very own dwelling; who’d invincibly sequestered me from the most ferocious of maelstrom and disaster; infallibly braved the most extreme wilderness of the sadistic night; whilst I slept in its interiors like
an unparalleled crown prince,

Neither and ever infront of my very own neighbor; who’d arrived by my side at the faintest of my cry; be it in the wee hours of night or when atrocious bombs rained left-right-center in wartime; who turned up when some of my closest of blood-relations had deserted me,

Neither and ever infront of my very own heart; who’d perpetually stayed the closest to my inexplicably trembling chest; timelessly entwining every beat of my ordinarily destitute life with the spirit of immortal love,

Neither and ever infront of my very own daughter; who’d forever given me infinite reasons to smile and remain alive; with her divinely inarticulate mumbling; which knew no barriers of caste; creed; religion; status or tribe,

Neither and ever infront of my very own in-laws; who’d tolerated my every indescribable idiosyncrasy; shunting every aspect of my anomalous behavior with an unbreakable wall of silence,

Neither and ever infront of my very own wife; who’d impregnably stood by my side in my times of good and bad; not inspiring me the slightest but yet and nevertheless resigning to her fate; and accepting me the way that I was,

But. If at all I wholeheartedly laughed; cried; sang; danced; joked; proliferated; sketched; poeticized; fantasized; liberated; evolved; adventured; slept; triumphed; flirted; wailed; whistled; lived and died; infront of somebody; then it was none else than the mosque of my Omnipotent Creator.

I saw it everyday from my window; profoundly admiring its magnificent spires towering supremely high towards the sky,

I stared at it unrelentingly for marathon hours; meticulously absorbing its stupendous grandeur; the shimmering steps that led to the shrine,

I dreamt about it all throughout the night; fantasizing incessantly about blending my life with the omnipotent aura it generated,

I indefatigably counted the number of devotees entering its sacrosanct chambers; prayed to the creator to satisfy all that they had ever wanted,

I clasped both my hands in meek submission; knelt down on my toes to wholesomely drown in the sounds of melodiously jingling b bells,

I snapped countless photographs of it with my contemporary camera; capturing its alluring charm in poignantly brilliant sunlight; as well as under placid rays of the Silver moon,

I kissed its floor passionately; stood for fathomless days on the trot in front of its Divine idol; lost in the eternal ramifications which continuously radiated,

I spoke about it to every stranger I encountered; trying to spread its immortal magic in as many individuals who were thoroughly oblivious to its enchanting spirit,

I tried to perceive it in the most wonderful form that was ever conceivable; epitomizing its marvelous beauty to the pinnacle of my incomprehensible imagination,

I cleaned its ambience umpteenth number of times in a day with austere antiseptic; ensuring that the even the last particle of obnoxious dust was completely annihilated from its very roots,

I studied tirelessly in its incredulously cool interiors; letting the waves from the sagacious deities overwhelmingly illuminate and cleanse my mind,

I benevolently donated large sums of money; provided all that I could to appease the diabolical hunger of the tyrannized urchins aimlessly sobbing around its periphery,

I perspired like a bull in front of its gate; amicably welcoming all who wanted to pay homage to the Gods,

I sprinkled perfumed water on the idols every dawn; embellished each statue embedded inside with a resplendently fragrant festoon of lotus flowers,

I embossed infinite lines of enigmatic poetry every unleashing minute; in my modest attempt to portray its Omniscient essence all throughout the colossal globe,

I tied a bunch of pious threads on my fist; disseminated the same along with sacred vials containing ash to scores of followers thronging its territories every hour,

I intractably refrained to erase it from my memory; even when I left its premises embarking on a voyage for transient instants of time,

I didn’t spend even a single second in the day without cognizing its spell binding beauty; inexorably stimulating every iota of my brain to serve the Almighty in the best possible way,

And yet when I got up from my sleep in the sunny morning; the very first thing that I did even before splashing water on my face; was to add a pinch of its holy dust to my eyes; visit the most adorable and revered “MOSQUE OF MY ALLAH, THE MOSQUE OF MY CREATOR”.

The moon in the sky was obliterated by a cluster of ashen Grey clouds,
While the moon standing before me; was as immaculate as freshly extracted milk.

The moon in the sky possessed disdainful blotches of dispersed powder,
While the moon standing abreast my heart; was bereft of even a solitary spot
of dirt on its body.

The moon in the sky was often invaded by a fleet of alien spaceships,
While the moon I held in close proximity; was obsessively mine.

The moon in the sky bestowed its tenacious radiance only in nocturnal hours
of the night,
While the moon caressing my lips; shone brilliantly all sweltering day; as well
as in perpetual dark.

The moon in the sky was often overshadowed by flaming rays of the sun,
While the moon lying down on my toes; stood prominently as the lone survivor
amidst infinite contestants of beauty.

The moon in the sky offered partial relief from the monotonous heat prevailing
in the air,
While the moon smiling parallel to my eyes; pacified all turbulence that arose in my body.

The moon in the sky changed its shape with the unleashing hour,
While the moon whispering in my intricate ear; harbored the same silhouette for marathon numbers of years.

The moon in the sky remained impassive as an obdurate stone; even when I cried,
While the moon nestling beside me in the languid grass; wiped my tears with sumptuous empathy.

The moon in the sky segregated its love; amongst millions of people residing on the globe,
While the moon dwelling with me in my house; loved me as much as it feared to
abruptly die.

The moon in the sky didn’t breathe a fraction of air,
While the moon staring at me in due adulation for countless hours; breathed
heavily down my neck.

And did you; know that the moon in the sky was as intangible as the withered leaf;
While the moon I possessed in entirety in my perception; was living; being the most beautiful girl on this earth

When she saw me; she made me feel that I was the most handsome man on this earth,
I felt as if God had cast his omnipotent eyes on me; granting my persona an impeccable status to survive.

When she talked to me; she made me feel that I was tangible and existing,
I felt as if God had whispered mystically in my dreams; making me imbibe the essence of life.

When she smiled at me; she made me feel that I was someone extra special,
I felt as if God had granted me reprieve from my plethora of sins; inundated my soul with loads of happiness.

When she ran her fingers through my hair; she made me feel that I was a messenger of love,
I felt as if God had blessed me with his sacrosanct palms; impregnated in my visage the tenacity to live and let live.

When she held my hands; she made me feel that I had a fortress to lean upon,
I felt as if God had endowed me with unsurpassable resilience; his shadow to seek solace in my times of bizarre distress.

When she fed me with ravishing food; she made me feel that I was never hungry,
I felt as if God had perpetually filled my stomach; stuffed it with the most sumptuous meal available in this world.

When she tickled me frivolously in my ribs; she made me feel the stupendous exultation of existence,
I felt as if God had returned me back my innocuous childhood; placed upon an immortal bed of dreams.

When she put me to sleep; she made me feel that I was blissfully breathing,
I felt as if God had exorbitantly rewarded me for my day; showering upon my dreary eyes the virtue of eternal rest.

And when she kissed me; she made me feel that I had infinite reasons to live,
I felt as if God had given me the greatest treasure of my life; made me the richest person in past and pragmatic present; to be alive.

When I want it the most,
I feel the most deprived.
When I like it the most,
It just fades into oblivion.
When I feel it the most,
It stabs me like thousand burnt needles.
When I dig deep for treasure,
It buries itself to unsurpassable heights.
When I stare into space,
It shoots missiles of polluted dust.
When I eat scarlet apple pies,
They turn into pieces of hard stone.
When I drive my dream Mitsubishi,
The twin rubber brakes snap into two.
When I sit on a racehorse,
It kicks like a donkey kissed with cigarette but.
When I plunge into still water,
An outburst of icy waves drown me down.
When I climb seemingly harmless barbed wire,
It spits electric sparks of bare current.
When I flex my voice for impression,
It blurts out discordant notes of music.
When I sip volumes of frosty milk,
It turns to fermented yellow sour cream.
When I run with the wind,
Showers of rain and chill, come pouring down.
When I kneel down on the satiny mattress,
Fluffs of cotton leak out in frenzy.
When I hand glide into deep valleys,
A barricade of sharp rock, causes me to nose dive.
When I sail in a luxury liner,
Water floods into cabin compartments.
When I try gesticulating for help,
My hands get trapped with spasmodic paralysis.
And when finally I feel like sobbing hysterically,
Arrays of tear ducts get blocked.
That’s what I call folks,
The one and only my kind of Midas Touch.

The man was stripped of sight since he was born,
groping around his way in perpetual darkness as a kid,
shielding his dilapidated eye with thick wipers of charcoal black,
he rapidly learnt the art of deciphering protuberant Braille,
acquired a kingly accolade in contemporary art; being divested precious ingredients of vision indispensable to execute it.

the orphan was deprived of the ability to disentangle sound,
an aftermath of which he was oblivious to coherent speech,
there was however no massacring his zeal for life,
he decoded words through subtle movements of lips,
was a dedicated pioneer in onerous freedom struggle of his country,
refrained from portraying to the world; that he was deaf as a silent stone.

the lady in the slum possessed twin pairs of crippled feet,
bearing the brunt of irascible car wheels crushing her bones,
she now walked with tapered calipers of cheap cane,
although she had a heart embodied with philanthropic visions,
lending a helping hand to people suffering in miserable plight.

i wandered about jobless for several days,
bestowed upon with all tangible aspects of life,
punching the ground hard in inexplicable frustration looming large,
i then witnessed the lives of the abovementioned; utterly distraught yet ready to smile,
it was that very day that i felt lucky; and sumptuously blessed,
urged myself to laugh when i felt like sobbing; reminiscing memories of the man, the orphan, and the die hard lady.

The man in the photograph didn’t withdraw air from surrounding,
While I breathed several times a single minute.

The man in the photograph didn’t laugh at a hilarious joke,
While I burst into volleys of laughter at mention of the slightest satire.

The man in the photograph didn’t feel at all thirsty,
While I couldn’t suffice without water for more than an hour.

The man in the photograph wore an impeccable white shirt; devoid of creases,
While the garments that fitted my body were with blotches of stain and grease.

The man in the photograph didn’t budge a fraction of an inch,
While I tossed and turned with growing spurts of overwhelming restlessness.

The man in the photograph was clad in threadbare clothes even in chilly winter,
While I draped my persona with furry covers of pure sheepskin wool.

The man in the photograph never developed shabby stubble of beard,
While I shaved my skin scrupulously twice in a single day.

The man in the photograph didn’t sweat drops of pungent perspiration,
While I shed water from my armpits every unfolding second in the sun.

The man in the photograph didn’t sit for years on the trot,
While I needed to rest occasionally on the ergonomically sculptured leather pouch.

The man in the photograph didn’t expurgate his bowels,
While I made frequent journeys to the bathroom after devouring plum juice
and water.

The man in the photograph didn’t cough when tickled by pigeon feather,
While I erupted into an earth shattering sneeze when struck by cold.

The man in the photograph was holistically phlegmatic,
While I was full of volatile energy; ready to plunge into the sea of adventure.

The man in the photograph had black hair since times immemorial.
While I had acquired grizzly streaks of white with the onset of age.

The man in the photograph didn’t struggle to earn money,
While I worked at frantic pace to make my livelihood.

As a matter of fact; the man in the photograph had died decades ago,
And I was still living; all set to change the complexion of this earth.

I consider the weird tenacity of the intransigent air,
That tickles the envelope of my mind,
Unfolding a whole life of misery,
Involving the trickery of its kind.

The rugged terrains stretched like a shell,
Rings nonchalantly in my mind a good nice bell.
A flower blossoms; a bird chirps,
Bringing my mind the best kind of jerks.
At last I get out of this heavenly dream,
To enrich the taste of the real cream.