Monthly Archives: April 2016

Washing tonnes of daily dirt,
a hexagon shaped carbolic bar,
producing gargantuan amount of froth when rubbed vigorously,
obnoxious odour when mixed with fruit juice,
waves of scented euphoria for bulk of the day,
scraping blanket of germs from skin,
whitewashing body with germicidal paint brush,
gently caressing flesh with rich lather,
culminating into elastic bubble spray,
blending superbly with tepid tap water,
fumigating scalp hair, slaining chains of dandruff,
reinvigorating natural electric balance of body,
extremely bitter in taste with a mesmerizing smell,
a thorough essential inhabiting wash rooms,
available in plain, multicolored bars, wrapped in gaudy paper,
transforming breathing idols of dirt, to immaculate Gods,
also used for washing, smudged clothes,
long silky curls of animal skin,
initiating allergic reaction while entering the eye,
is my beautiful red luxury tablet of soap

When I rolled ravenously in it; inscribing incoherent patterns in the powder
with my big toe,
It stuck to innumerable pores of my tender skin; poignantly tickling every part of my body.

When I smeared a parsimonious amount of it on my tongue; the taste buds
instantly stood up; as if after a marathon period of prolonged rest,
My throat cried for water soon after; to pacify its inevitable thirst.

When I sprinkled it gently in the drifting breeze; it rose high and handsome in the atmosphere; adhering to the crisp tree leaves,
While some part of it descended down painstakingly; causing my eyes to profusely water as it barged in forcefully.

When I blended it with pure water; vigorously stirring the concoction till it spewed bubbles of sparkling froth,
The elixir produced was wholesomely spicy to drink; and I washed my mouth scrupulously clean; after consuming a few sips.

When I rubbed it fervently against the periphery of succulent fruit; completely engulfing the same with its surplus fillings,
The berry remained as fresh as ever even after several weeks had elapsed; unperturbed by the onslaught of deleterious insects.

When mixed it with the chocolate brown soil; it acquired evanescent tinges of cream,
The mud now looked far more enticing; with streaks of impeccable white clearly accentuated.

When I heated it on the stove to form a composite bar of soap; it willingly underwent the metamorphosis,
And I felt hot fumes emanating from my persona; when I took bath with it.

When I hurled it mischievously at passing pedestrians; they were partially
perplexed by my uncanny behavior,
Their initial anger soon converted into intense indignation; as they were left scratching their flesh raw till it bled.

When I dissolved colossal pints of it in the fathomless ocean; it was supremely grateful,
Thanking me from its heart for submerging it back; in the place it actually belonged to.

And eventually when I added frugal pinches of it in my food; my supper transited to the tastiest of all times,
With commensurate proportions of sweetness and spice; overwhelmingly gratifying the pangs of hunger in my stomach,
It was now that my bottle of table salt had served me to its absolute best;
had indeed embodied lots of color to my spiceless life

Sympathy makes an organism feel dreadfully weak—as if the world around it had metamorphosed into a coffin of morose blackness; though an infinite streams of scarlet blood still ran enthusiastically through each of its blessed veins,

Sympathy makes an organism feel lividly inferior—with every living being in vicinity appearing to be a boundless times stronger; though they both were royally equal by the grace of the unparalleled Omnipotent Lord,

Sympathy makes an organism inadvertently lick decrepit dust—whereas it should’ve been unflinching marching forward in the fervor of bustling youth; head held high with its compatriot organism and only bowing down before the Lord Almighty,

Sympathy makes an organism a veritably devilish parasite-forever leaning and sucking upon its good-willed befriender; though volcano’s of latent energy itched to fulminate from each of its robustly handsome veins,

Sympathy makes an organism wholesomely lose its own voice—as it started to profusely relish the extravagant attention and care; preferred to fantasize about the things that it’d like to do in life; rather than honestly sweat it out and reach there,

Sympathy makes an organism overwhelmingly finicky and fastidious about the tiniest of things—again and again finding faults with the most majestically perfect of creation; as there was always a person to wholesomely commiserate with its every eccentricity and peevish demand,

Sympathy makes an organism haplessly infertile-pathetically unable to indulge into even the most sensuously bountiful pleasures of life; as inevitable habit compelled it to let others complete its job of proliferating its very own kin,

Sympathy makes an organism miserably fail again and again-as the inexplicably stabbing blackness that it’d enshrouded itself with; incorrigibly denied any beam of optimistic sunlight to triumphantly creep in,

Sympathy makes an organism look frenetically naked even when fully clothed-as it indefatigably kept begging for being fed even that morsel of food; which lay copiously sprawled right into the center of its palms,

Sympathy makes an organism an irrefutable devil on the prowl-inexhaustibly searching for that shoulder to baselessly weep; and then disgustingly sleep-float in an unfathomable ocean of tears,

Sympathy makes an organism a dreadfully unbearable burden upon the planet-as it neither wholesomely died nor lived; just kept flagrantly loitering in-between the dormitories of certainty and uncertainty,

Sympathy makes an organism hopelessly deteriorate into nothingness with every unleashing minute—as his unstoppably taking the support of others; made his very own spine rust and eventually crumble to inconspicuous dust,

Sympathy makes an organism an irrevocably maimed beggar—as he shamefully lost all his ability to sight; hear and fearlessly speak; wantonly clinging like a deplorable leech to the panic button of every second person on the street,

Sympathy makes an organism a coffin of cursed negativity-spreading the wretched stench of satanic dependency upon every step that he dared tread; and thereby maligning the true spirit of symbiotically independent life,

Sympathy makes an organism lose all priceless self respect-an attribute which was profoundly embedded in each of its veins just like an infinite other of its counterpart; right since its very first divinely breath,

Sympathy makes an organism look like an invisible ghost infront of the mirror-such an abominable jinx that was impossible to break; once it surreptitiously passed itself on upon another equally insipid organism,

Sympathy makes an organism come to such an exasperating stage—that it started to unceasingly ridicule its very ownself; as there virtually none else in this world who was as inconsolably sick and helpless as its rapidly flailing form,

Sympathy makes an organism come to an earth-screeching lifeless halt—as after a period of time every door on the Universe brutally shut up on its deliberately tear stained face; and that’s when the true reality and hardship of life hit it right in the center of its eye,

And sympathy makes an organism entirely dead even in the heart of exuberantly infallible life-a lifelessly fetid carcass which was spat upon and shunted by every section of the society; even before it could try lifting its very first footstep on soil
by itself

Shaking a cluster of hair vigorously; was a symbol of euphoric ecstasy,
Moving the feet unrelentingly; was a symbol of acute nervousness,
Punching the fists vehemently in placid air; was a symbol of impetuous indignation,
Opening the lips partially towards the moon; was a symbol of celestial dreaming,
Fluttering the eyelids viciously; was a symbol of flirtatious mischief,
Clenching the fortress of teeth in a grimace; was a symbol of incorrigible anger,
Whistling incessantly to tunes of unheard music; was a symbol of frantic fantasizing,
Biting the supple nail coat of calcium from fingers; was a symbol highlighting sheer contemplation,
Beads of cold sweat uncannily trickling down the forehead; was a symbol of intense fear,
A battalion of crimson pores emanating from tender skin; was a symbol
of contracting disdainful measles,
Excruciating pain in the bones while hoisting the bucket; was a symbol of distressing fracture,
Frequent sensations of emptying the bladder; was a symbol of anticipatory excitement,
A plethora of goose-bumps diffusing from soft flesh; was a symbol of shivering in austere cold,
Waking up with startled jerks a few hours after midnight; was a symbol of witnessing a ghastly nightmare,
Obstreperously swallowing gargantuan gulps of cold water; was a symbol of insatiable thirst,
Gasping for precious breath after long sprints of running; was a symbol of tumultuous exhaustion,
Unruly stubs of hair projecting from the disheveled face; was a symbol of refraining to shave,
Intractably staring at piles of glittering gold in the treasury; was a symbol of malicious cupidity,
Licking the lips voraciously after consumption of meal; was a symbol of fulfilling gratification,
Dancing exuberantly till the first rays of new dawn; was a symbol of overwhelming jubilation,
Sleeping for marathon hours extra even after the rising of dazzling Sun; was a
symbol of lackluster life,
And the violent beating of heart; blended with feelings of uninhibited passion; was a symbol of instantaneous love.

I felt unrelentingly strangulated; with exhausted blasts of wind emanating from my nose,
Gloominess besieging me with tumultuous force; piercing through my innocuous heart,
An ocean of sweat dribbled down at astoundingly slow speed; trespassing my brow,
The crispness of my shirt; now transited into a completely bedraggled texture,
An inevitable sensation to scratch engulfed my naked skin; and intricate areas of sandwiched between the curly mass of my hair,
A fetid odor wafting from my mouth; permeated the rustically plush ambience,
Incessant shuffling of my feet; made me feel intensely uncomfortable,
Trapped mosquitoes stung succulent chunks of my flesh; inundating my palms with embarrassing blemishes,
My hands felt stiff; starved and thoroughly deprived of the tiniest of movement,
Folds of my skin camouflaging my eye felt heavy; my vision growing disconcertingly blurred by the unleashing minute,
A plethora of jerks rattled the most tenacious of my bone; waking me up every second from my blissful reveries,
that is when I unabashedly shouted in the luxury car, to switch of
the air-conditioner please.

The crystal water looked marvelously blue,
shining like a glowworm in the infectious moonlight,
filled in a hexagon tank lined with pure sandstone,
with,
stainless metal slides converging down from amazing
heights,
long strips of diving board for a headlong plunge,
crisscrossed threads of netlon bifurcating it into equal halves,
large injections of disinfectant added at fixed intervals of time,
cozy changing rooms stacked with luxury towel,
mega perfume canisters for swimming in ecstasy,
inflated circular rings of rubber for wading through the deep,
an ambience of pine tree and sprawling lawn proved more than conducive,
the swimming pool was a treat to the eye in blistering heat of the summer month.

i couldn’t resist any further,
waves of exhilaration dismantled sensible imagery,
as i clambered short rungs of the steep ladder,
gave a shrill scream, relishing thoroughly the icy waters,
after plummeting 50 feet down from,
the ergonomically sculptured diving board.

The Sun blazes in full radiance,
the mercury soars to kingly proportions,
as sheets of dust blow in turbulence,
the parched tarmac bellows hysterically,
trees shriek in disbelief,
vulcanized rubber groans in despair,
as the sandstorm vocalizes its arrival.

Every eyeball gets averted,
to the green tripod of cool water,
stacked in gay abundance on thick jute sacks,
hailing from tall timber with slender branches,
deriving its nutrition from the pure wet sand,
christening it as the darling of all lands.

Colossal crowds flock the asphalt,
drifted by thirst and scorched excitement,
with sweaty palms, icy bandannas,
awaiting encounter with the hard green shell,
fingers clinging currency notes,
the queue shifts at a meandering pace,
as I finally get my chance,
to savor the natural taste in a coconut.

There were no surreptitious secrets to achieve it; bask in its gloriously scintillating laurels for centuries immemorial,

There were no clandestine shortcuts to catapult to it; shimmer in its unparalleled cynosure; like no other entity on this astronomically colossal Universe,

There were no easy rides to gallop towards it; unequivocally embellish it in your forehead; for countless more births of yours yet to unveil,

There were no magical mantras to wholesomely assimilate it; irrefutably ensure that it was solely yours; from amongst infinite more on this unendingly
gargantuan planet,

There were no incoherent insinuations to perpetually incarcerate it; perennially ensure that it didn’t budge even an inconspicuous inch from your invincible
custody,

There were no ominously nefarious means to blissfully absorb it; witness it become the unfathomably poignant radiance; that reflected profusely from your
disastrous soul,

There were no dexterously ambiguous methods to lure it; unleash it from the unsurpassably limitless Universe; to make it the bountiful carpet of your stinking household,

There were no miraculous rockets to unflinchingly escalate to it; sight the entire planet as an infinitesimal insect; sitting on its majestically kingly countenance,

There were no ravishingly melodious tunes to seduce it; make it the profoundly aristocratic jewel of your impoverished eyes; while the rest of the globe envied
you in utter disbelief,

There were no swords to nonchalantly pluck it; bestow it with astronomical ease in the heart of your dwindling palms; for times immemorial,

There was no tenacious breeze to swipe it entirely in one single go; proudly solemnize your severely devastated existence; with all stupendous glory that
lay in the resplendent cosmos,

There were no sleazily titillating colors to tantalize it; uninhibitedly make it the celestial radiance of your frigidly capricious skin; for decades unprecedented,

There were no bombastic pools of crocodile tears to melt it; trap its divinely prosperity forever; in the swirl of your insidiously non-existent imagery,

There were no ideals of spuriously pathetic business management to grasp it; forever embed its triumphantly glittering flag on the roof of your vengefully
dithering dwelling,
There were no rigid textbook incantations to seek it; gyrate in the spell of its heavenly ebullience; irrespective of ghastly night or spell bindingly sweltering day,

There were no ingeniously scientific formulas to wonderfully evolve it; preserve it without the slightest of effort; for incomprehensibly unstoppable decades on the trot,

There were no flash in the pan one-night-stands to reach it; let its marvelously enamoring intensity; descend upon every cranny of your lecherously diminutive visage,

There were no bizarrely commercial manipulations to trade it; make it the most unassailably treasured aspect of your despicable life; in exchange of fathomless treasuries of your rotting wealth,

And if there was any way to immortally reach it; divinely experience it in every philanthropic smile of your survival; then it was irrefutably and only timeless perseverance; a Sun of blazing hard work; that undisputedly leads you to the heaven of; unconquerably sweet success.

I marched rambunctiously up the steps to my office; greeted my boss before anybody else could with a profoundly amicable smile,
While he slept lazily on his cozy bed; even well past brilliant afternoon.

I got ready for the high priority business meeting; sat in synchronized harmony beside the delegate adorned in an expensively embellished suit; with my pulse nearly racing out of my heart,
While he nimbly turned his back from one side to another; inadvertently shrugged at the flies hovering pertinently round his cheek.

I bounced boisterously on the vacant streets at the crack of glistening dawn; relentlessly admiring the Sun as it shone to its most overwhelming radiance,
While he drew the quilt even more tenaciously over his head; shielding his eyes even from the tiniest trace of white light.

I jogged fervently through the verdant lawns; with ravishing grass incessantly tickling my dreary feet; letting infinite globules of golden perspiration dribble down my arms,
While he emanated a volley of thunderous snores; inundating the blissful atmosphere around with his disdainfully pugnacious sound.

I dug gargantuan chunks of fresh soil with my hands as hostile rays of afternoon filtered through my hazel eyes; sowed a cluster of salubrious seed in every
visible quarter of fecund land,
While he dozed like the most treacherous demon on this planet; sleeping invincibly with his bohemian feet pointing towards the garland of resplendent stars.

I executed each of my task meticulously as the clock indefatigably ticked; harmoniously carrying out all my duties of the day without the slightest of
circumspection or bewilderment,
While he sucked his big thumb worse than a small baby; with a mountain of silken pillow profusely enveloping his scalp.

I leapt in ecstatic jubilation in torrential sheets of voluptuous rain; splashing my entire persona in the freshly sparkling stream of seductive water,
While he mumbled incoherent words in his divinely reverie; refrained to budge an inch; even as a battalion of red cockroach crawled in his limp ear.

I immensely relished each shade of the day; flamboyantly marched past the serene seaside; with the congenial evening breeze kissing fabulously across my chest,
While he didn’t even know the world in which he was living; whether it was stringent morning outside or ghastly night.

I reaped the most blissful of merits in life; optimizing each opportunity that came my way; climbing the ladders to unprecedented success and irrefutable prosperity,
While he poked his tongue out a trifle; slavered pathetically at the mouth; let the parasites around suck his morbid blood without being perturbed one bit.

And the only difference between me and him was; that I woke up with a jolted start every morning; as my sweet alarm clock whipped the last ounce of my sleep with its deafening noise,
While he was left miserably asleep and doped till well past after midnight; till when infact I had victoriously completed my full quota of days; my complete quota of enchanting nights.

Neither was the most contemporarily powerful of air-conditioner needed; even as the heat outside raced to an unbearable scorch,

Neither was there the most infinitesimal puff of wind that could provide any respite; as time painstakingly crawled to welcome a fresh dawn,

Neither did ice form into mesmerizing cubes even in the deepest freeze; as virtually everything in vicinity was shredded asunder in fiery whirlpools of the afternoon,

Neither did wondrously tantalizing waves of the oceans reach the penurious doorstep; as they were pragmatically speaking – continents and poles apart,

Neither did the most rhapsodically delectable ice-creams and candies cause a diminutive dent; as the blazing heat pulverized the same into frigid pulp-even before they could reach the lips,

Neither did the most mellifluously nostalgic of songs cause an impact- as shades of adulterated humane yellow pierced the atmosphere; as draughts of warm air swept their might,

Neither did the most enchanting of praises reach the ears; as asphyxiating dust and morbid smoke; squandered through a landscape of population with a forlorn will to kill,

Neither did the darkest shades of black tinted glass come to any rescue- as though the dark films sequestered from direct impact; they absorbed heat at the same time to eventually distort beyond recognition,

Neither did the merrily artificial tap of water provide the tiniest of solace; as it soon started to emit hostile steam usurped by the storm of volcanic heat which wavered fiercely around,

Neither did the glass of freshly extracted fruit juice render the slightest of rejuvenation- as it miserably evaporated to reveal the last grains of sugar and salt blended within; as famished palms groped fervently ahead to clutch it,

Neither did snow flakes disdainfully thrown astray by the passing carts create a whiff of cool- as the parched tarmac devoured those few globules of water first; even before any living form dared creep near them,

Neither did the most majestic of castles generate a shy beam of shade; as their walls themselves scorched like a ravaging bulldozer; sulking at the angst that came alongwith the heat- instead of a grain of compassionate comfort,

Neither did the historically quaint well guarantee any beacon of a promise; as when one tread right to its mystically intrepid bottom- the discovery did yield hollowness but without a droplet of liquid to compliment,

Neither did the sensuously nestled swimming pool offer a fantasy of revitalizing delight; as arid winds laced with venomous smoke stabbed its periphery; metamorphosing its charmed persona into a parsimoniously fetid gutter line,

Neither did the princely fountain adorning the bustling street offer a trifle of an enthrallment- as the spray that once upon a time kissed the chin after ricocheting of ground; now abruptly dried midway in fireballs of acrimonious heat,

Neither did the couch of astoundingly pure velvet generate any comfort; as before anyone could nestle on its enamoring softness- its covers melted in the tyrannical heat- and out came charging the unabashed coiled springs,

And yet I was unabashedly relishing each ounce of my existence; even as the tumultuous summer heat whipped every bit of joy from the solar-plexus of survival,

As I romanced in the golden stream of mortal sweat that sensuously dribbled down my skin- to give me my victorious “Sweat-Bath”.