Monthly Archives: April 2016

Slab Of Peanut Butter

When I rolled languidly in it; dabbling my feet as incoherently as I could,
The entire exterior of my skin acquired a brilliant yellow tinge; with satiny soft crusts of cream adhering to me in sticky unison.

When I made a pillow of it and slept; my head completely engulfed within the ravishing aroma of milk,
I relished the exorbitant softness; the mesmerizing effect of sponge in proximity with my dreary bones.

When I threw molds of it frivolously at my counterparts; splashing the same; exerting insurmountable force of my wrists,
They retreated back in utter disbelief trying to digest the incredulous turn of events; but in the end profoundly enjoyed the golden globules cascading slowly down
their cheeks.

When I applied parsimonious amounts of it to the lackluster wall; smearing the
blend with equanimity using my incongruous hands,
The dilapidated room suddenly displayed fresh signs of illumination; an enchanting glow now permeated through the web of cloistered darkness.

When I rubbed it across my dry lips; vigorously spreading it all over till my fingers ached,
My smile now looked all the more accentuated with a rosy sheen; and my moustache radiated an everlasting perpetual glow.
When I dropped it inadvertently on the floor; not bothering to put it back in its compact container,
The scenario to witness the next morning was stupendously horrendous; as there
was a battalion of black ants merrily sleeping; smacking their tentacles in satisfaction.

When I dipped my fountain pen in it; making sure that the entire frame remained submerged in for quite sometime,
I had tumultuous difficulty while writing script; as my fingers inevitably slipped; and I failed miserably to grasp the pen; let apart embossing literature with it.

When I tried dancing in it; slithering my body as freely as the mystical serpent,
I soon changed my visions about holistic life; as I toppled head on towards the ground; buckling under the island of frictionless wax.

When I scrubbed my scalp tenaciously with it; instead of using contemporary soap,
The aftermath caused my hair to shoot up in straight clusters; it was incorrigibly difficult to retain back their normal shape; and I resembled a lunatic having just landed from planet mars.

Although when I scrupulously coated it on my morning bread; roasting the dough
over rosewood logs inhabiting the fireplace,
My slab of peanut butter tasted the best; and I devoured mighty chunks to satiate my gluttony; licked every scrap of it adhering to the pellucid bottle.

Sky Of Pious Peace.

The waves emanating from it were astronomically spell binding; tranquilly pacifying even the most diabolically traumatized; with the spirit of Omnipotent humanity,

The colors diffusing from it were vivaciously resplendent; gregariously embellishing even the most brutally impoverished of entities; with the magic of eternally compassionate timelessness,

The tunes wafting from it were enchantingly mesmerizing; blissfully placating even the most inexplicable of miseries of truculently bereaved human kind,

The rays wafting from it were Omnipotently uniting; celestially melanging all religion and tribe; into the invincible fortress of pricelessly symbiotic sharing,

The winds disseminating from it were bountifully benevolent; philanthropically endowing the sacred essence of existence to every dwelling; that they triumphantly gushed into,

The droplets cascading from it were Omnisciently healing; regally soothing even the most tyrannically macabre of pain; with townships of enthrallingly beautiful symmetry,

The reflections exuding from it were majestically ubiquitous; in which every organism alive; could innocuously perceive the essence of its harmoniously synergistic survival,

The mists floating from it were triumphantly tantalizing; marvelously engendering a cradle of silken paradise; even in the hearts of the most salaciously monotonous and devilish murderers,

The leaves whistling from it were aristocratically gregarious; royally bringing even the most fathomlessly distant and prejudiced quarters of the earth; to collectively replenish themselves with the fruits of heavenly fructifying nature,

The shadows flowing from it were immaculately ingratiating; irrefutably cleansing the heinously despicable soul with the rhythm of unconquerable righteousness,

The beats pulsating from it were perpetually vibrant; handsomely revolving the threads of the entire civilization; with levers of magnetically sparkling and unparalleled truth,

The rivers tumbling from it were perennially rhapsodic; transcending past the spuriously parsimonious entrenchments of abhorrent manipulation; to spawn a valley of unsurpassably impregnable sensuousness,

The melody gallivanting from it was magnificently iridescent; victoriously towering over even the most insipidly mercurial iota of gruesome badness; with its profoundly unassailable sweetness,

The empathy fulminating from it was stupendously unshakable; forming bonds of ubiquitously serene companionship; between the disastrously penurious and powerhouses of ostentatious wealth; alike,

The charisma unveiling from it was incomprehensibly fantastic; casting its spell of exhilaratingly ebullient fantasy; upon all those with an immaculately affable heart,

The numerals pouring from it were spotlessly undefeatable; irrevocably portraying the flag of blazing victory; at even the most minuscule turn that the earth took
and enchantingly radiated into,

The breath dispersing from it was undeterrably unflinching; instilling boundless caverns of life and luck into the lives of even those; morbidly disintegrated and countless feet beneath their graves,

The love circulating from it was immortally inimitable; Omnipresently deluging the life of every deplorably devastated entity; with universally sparkling and poignant togetherness,

It needed no pretentions; caste; creed; wealth or power to purchase; it needed no specific township to occupy; as it was ready to divinely assimilate into every heart harmoniously willing to accept it; be the timeless jewel of every immaculate eye; such was the everlastingly princely SKY OF PIOUS PEACE.

Skin

When i felt the scarred and abraded skin of unripened orange,
it caused silent tremors in multiple pores of my flesh.

when i touched the cold skin of pale chipped marble,
shivers of dormant jubilation made me smile.

when i caressed rough skin of unprocessed grey stone,
feelings of utter disdain crept slowly through cellars of my blood.

when i felt the satiny skin of pure silk garment,
a serene calm descended painstakingly over my persona.

when I touched the skin of crystal flowing mountain water,
nostalgic memories flooded in domains of longing heart.

when I slapped the skin of languid grass blades,
tingling sensations catapulted me to dizzy heights of ecstasy.

when I kneaded thoroughly the skin of unbaked dough,
circulation of red blood increased by leaps and bounds in all regions of body.

when I licked the skin of sickening sweet chocolate candy,
it sent spurts of energy to torn cells of anguished heart.

When I sipped nonchalantly elastically translucent skin of brown rum,
Waves of pungent alcohol drowned me in webs of disaster sedation.

when I cuddled the furry skin of the striped leopard,
I experienced overwhelming courage acting as my companion.

When I raised the lifeless skin of my beloved to the Creator,
I felt like charring it first, to have an everlasting scent of her divine grace

Sketch In Natural Color

Water seeped fast through the tall drainpipe,
muddy pools of liquid inhabited desolate patches of the street,
bed sheets of road dust were drenched in the inclement showers,
smudged portions of leaf glistened with water droplets,
a distinct aroma of freshly bathed mud rose in the air,
the birds chirped violently amidst the drifting clouds,
as the sky now disguised in devil black wept like never before.

semicircular skin with coats of light red,
blended with crushed lead graphite powder and tinges of pink floral paint,
fell down, on the immaculate floor polished with molten wax,
diffusing into minute particles with the blowing wind,
licking the periphery of Arabic marble with coal grain,
as i sharpened my bonded pencil,
with vociferous strokes of the razor switchblade.

i then took a huge white canvas cloth,
natural oil paint derived from tree bark and virgin clay,
prepared a concoction of color paste and tap water,
sketched the grey clouds colliding with passion,
olive green bunches of wet tree leaf,
the thunder showers of torrential rain pouring down,
the backdrop of sun smiling behind the clouds,
all i used was my sharpened pencil, and a thick water brush,
dipped in natural extract of mixed color.

Sitting Beside Them

As I surveyed the area sitting like a prince on the helicopter seat; sipping
with great relish; from a canister replete with chilled champagne,
The scenes that struck my vision were profoundly appalling; and a silent sob
escaped my breath; making me nostalgic about my blissful past.

When I trespassed the streets in the swanky Mercedes; a cavalcade of cars
following me in stringent unison,
I felt a cold shiver creep down my spine; disseminated a few bundles of scented currency chivalrously amongst the afflicted.

When I philandered through the village; royally seated on a horse; incessantly
pulling its reins; instigating it to gallop faster,
I felt nimbly moved by the situation that confronted me; made an appeasing
speech to the masses to keep their calm.

While I transgressed through the hutments; masticating sumptuous delicacies;
in the stupendously air-conditioned compartment of my train,
I could hear stifled wails kissing my ears; and I immediately instructed my
colleagues to investigate more scrupulously into the matter; act philanthropically with the tyrannized people.

As I sighted the land; soaring high in my luxurious gas balloon; with a silken
ensemble of clouds caressing me voluptuously; every unleashing second,
I saw a tiny conglomerate of people scampering in terror on the lanes; felt a
bit petrified at the sight of disaster; which in turn fomented me to drop multiple packets of food; to sanctimoniously assist those circumvented by bizarre anguish.

When I glimpsed the houses through my field glasses; nibbling at robust chunks
of apple; sitting on the deck of the majestic ship,
I saw hazy shadows of blood and panic; and incoherently babbled a message
through the loud speaker; appealing to the belligerent individuals to relinquish their swords.

As I peeked at the distraught scenario; eavesdropping on the brutal proceedings from the balcony of my grandiloquent bungalow,
I ordered my guards to tighten security; instructed them to transport ladies
and helpless infants to corridors of safety.

When I was apprised of the gruesome situation; after viewing it explicitly on
the monstrous monitor of the planetarium,
I dictated a nation wide alert; instantaneously dispatching battalions of army
and relief supply to cater to those rendered homeless.

While it was only sitting beside them; that I realized their veritable
grief; the devastation they had suffered after the killer earthquake,
And what had taken me infinite expeditions to imbibe; now became as clear to
me as the back of my palm; as I embraced them wholeheartedly; felt their moist
tears dribble down my cheek; candidly yet emphatically portraying the aftermath of disaster.

Sinful Identity

It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so handsomely procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
infantile cry; overflowed with unfathomable oceans of glittering gold,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I baselessly rejoiced and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; miserably dithered in my impoverished life to carve a philanthropically blissful identity of my very own.

It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so majestically procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first baby cry; had an endless inundation of sparkling currency coin,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I parasitically feasted and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; pathetically staggered in my diminutive life to carve a synergistically blazing identity of my very own.

It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so wonderfully procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
incoherent cry; remained perpetually embellished with resplendently enamoring diamonds,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I derogatorily marauded and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; dismally stuttered in my truncated life to carve a celestially vibrant identity of my very own.

It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so marvelously procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first nimble cry; contained every speck of prosperity on this timeless planet,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I indiscriminately terrorized and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; meaninglessly quavered in my destined life to carve a beautifully magnanimous identity of my very own.

It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so amazingly procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
inaudible cry; had its foundations resting on an insurmountable mountain of pearls,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I savagely massacred and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; horrendously trembled in my penurious life to carve an iridescently kingly identity of my very own.

It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so gorgeously procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
incongruous cry; solely diffused the fragrance of everlastingly priceless richness,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I satanically splurged and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; gruesomely faltered in my pecuniary life to carve a spell bindingly righteous identity of my very own.
It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so divinely procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
evanescent cry; harbored countless trees from which gloriously fructified currency coin instead of leaves,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I ruthlessly blew and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; disdainfully lost in my flickering life to carve an enchantingly vivacious identity of my very own.

It wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so Omnipotently procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
meek cry; was the hub of all state-of-the art businesses that unfurled on the trajectory of this fathomless planet,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I insanely trampled and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; flagrantly wavered in my limited life to carve an ingratiatingly altruistic identity of my very own.

And it wasn’t the slightest in my hands to choose the parents who had so blessedly procreated me; nor was it my fault that the house in which I emitted my first
nervous cry; was the most indefatigably serenaded castle in the entire world since times immemorial,
But it would irrefutably be the greatest sin if I cold-bloodedly spat and took all their hard-earned wealth for granted; unscrupulously dithered in my indigent life to carve a harmoniously distinct identity of my very own.

Since The Time

Since the time I sighted your mesmerizing eyes; their emphatic blackness shimmering incessantly,
I have simply forgotten all darkness; become oblivious to the descending of every night.

Since the time I sighted your voluptuous lips; the stupendous pink embodied profoundly on their silhouette,
I have simply forgotten all color; have become blind to the millions of scarlet rose protruding from soil.

Since the time I sighted your cascading hair; the silken sheen majestically glimmering from them in brilliant sunlight,
I have simply forgotten all softness; have become embarrassingly unaware of the fluffy robes that draped my persona.

Since the time I sighted your intricate nails; the way you scratched them into your skin when agitated,
I have simply forgotten all ornaments; have become completely numb to the most poignant of caress and touch.

Since the time I sighted your cheeks; the enchanting tinge of crimson circumventing your skin,
I have simply forgotten all complexion; become a perfect alien to the blood circulating in my veins.

Since the time I sighted your nose; the moist air diffusing from your nostrils mystically enlivening the dead atmosphere,
I have simply forgotten all breeze; the very breath that circulated in my lungs; kept me alive.

Since the time I sighted your rosy tongue; the incredulously melodious voice that drifted each time you opened your mouth,
I have simply forgotten all sound; have become deaf to the most thunderous of voice permeating into my eardrum.

Since the time I sighted your palm; the enigmatic lines bifurcating it splendidly to portray your destiny,
I have simply forgotten all designs; treat with abhorrent contempt the most marvelous of painting suspended from royal walls of the palace.

Since the time I sighted your scintillating earring; the tinkling noise it made each time you gently nodded your head,
I have simply forgotten all shine; was wholesomely drowned into the glow it emanated for times immemorial.

Since the time I sighted your heart; the way it violently throbbed every time you confronted me,
I have simply forgotten all entities on earth; thoroughly lost in the intensity of its beat; the tremors it ignited on each occasion; and the language of my mind it spoke; as I held it near.

Simply Useless

A lock is simply useless without its key; the slender chip of squashed metal that unwinds it open,

An ocean is simply useless without its waves; the undulating swirl of frothy waters that rise and cascade down,

An eyeball is simply useless without its lids; the flexible folds of dainty skin that envelops them with glistening moisture,

A tree is simply useless without its basket of green leaves; the mushrooming buds of olive color that appear on it in infinite clusters,

A dog is simply useless without its bark; the crisp sounds that profoundly announce its presence when it opens its mouth,

A doll is simply useless without its silken hair; the artificial fronds of fluffy golden that extrude from its petite scalp,

A wall is simply useless without its conglomerate of compact bricks; a blend
of chipped stone and lime that is inevitable to make it domineeringly stand,

A bird is simply useless without its wings; the feathers that make it soar high and handsome in the sky,

An ensemble of ominous clouds is simply useless without rain; the droplets of
liquid that plummet vociferously towards the earth,

A mammoth whale is simply useless without its colossal teeth; the diabolical
pair of jaws which pulverizes its prey to inconspicuous shreds of bone,

A pentagon shaped diamond is simply useless without its shine; the scintillating glimmer that grants it the stupendous status of being the king of jewels,

A sacrosanct and rollicking cow is simply useless without its milk; the frosty pearls of life that trickle from its teats,

A slithering reptile is simply useless without its venom; the lethal poison that imparts it deadly tenacity to strangulate breath,

A century old giant watch is simply useless without its long needles; the lanky strips of iron which incessantly display accurate time,

A spider is simply useless without its silken web; the mystical strands of shimmering silver; on which it remains suspended till the time it lives,

A chunk of plain bread is simply useless without dazzling butter; the tangy taste that titillates the mouth when munched passionately with the same,

A slimy frog is simply useless without its cacophonic croak; its hoarse voice that wrecks out the last ounce of blissful sleep from all those in vicinity,

A scorpion is simply useless without is pugnacious sting; the animosity in its fangs; which bursts uninhibitedly when it strikes,

A cactus is simply useless without its thorns; the knife like protrusions which prevents it from being gobbled up,

A fan is simply useless without its blades; the white metal which generates tumultuous draughts of wind,

An elephant is simply useless without its tusks; the obdurate horns of ivory which portray its majesty; which help him uproot mighty trees,

A devil is simply useless without its satanic visage; the ghastly traces of malice hidden deep within his eyes, his thunderous voice which scares scores of innocuous individuals,

And man is simply useless without the mother who gave him birth; the girl who
loves him beyond limits of comprehension; who alongwith him is instrumental in
delivering the next generation; the people of tomorrow.

Simply The Best

Overwhelmingly simplistic; yet the most priceless in the entire Universe,

Insurmountably humble; yet the most prolifically talked about from every mouth,

Harmlessly diminutive; yet the most passionately fulminating towards vivacious bits of blue sky,

Imprisoned in perpetual darkness; yet more flamboyantly blistering than the
dazzling body of Sun,

Enveloped by an ocean of blood; yet instilling compassionate traces of life in whomsoever it encountered,

Bereft of any fragrance; yet propagating its stupendously sacrosanct scent ubiquitously throughout the planet,

Rising and falling placidly like the Moon; yet able to capture every tangible entity in the tumultuous agony of its volcanic swirl,

Not possessed by any fraternity of shape; yet worshipped as the most invincible fortress since centuries immemorial,

Wholesomely devoid of the most minuscule of embellishment; yet the most cherishable ornament of every individual since the first cry of fresh life,

Irrefutably riveted to a singleton place all its life; yet finding an immortally dominant place in every cranny of cosmotic space,

Incomprehensibly without the most tiniest coating of currency coin; yet saluted as the richest of all on the trajectory of this boundless globe,

Philanthropically feather tipped; yet inexorably deluged with an unsurpassable myriad of emotions that lingered in every corner of this planet,

Completely mute and without the most infinitesimal of voice; yet able to pacify the anguished apprehensions of countless beings with an unbelievably astounding calm,

Working indefatigably all day and night; yet fantasizing to the most unprecedented limits with the uncannily innocuous prowess of a mischievously bouncing infant,

Residing in an ocean of stark blackness; yet illuminating the lives of those in inexplicable despair; with optimistic beams of golden light,
Bestowed upon with an abysmally tiny height; yet triggering off dreams beyond fathomless horizons of the sky,

Comprising of just five alphabets; yet encompassing every word in this world in its profusely ardent repertoire,

And throbbing incessantly in times of love; distress; betrayal and obsolete doom; perpetually spreading the melody of its poignant intensity even after veritable
death; the human heart is simply the best.

Simply Not Enough

When I held a fat slab of wax in blistering fire; it painstakingly melted as the passionate flames kissed its dainty periphery; eventually reducing to a pool of
solitary liquid,

When I held a trunk of seasoned wood in blazing waves of orange fire; the timber mercilessly charred into embers of raw ash; as the seconds unveiled by and the
heat augmented to tumultuous proportions,

When I held a mountain of blank paper in the menacing swirl of the pugnacious fire; all that was left of them was profoundly black soot; inconspicuous threads of fluff as the vicious plumes licked them from all sides,

When I held a field of silky cotton in the sweltering ball of fire; the magnificent cloth evaporated into a thick cloud of white smoke; blended with the open sky as the fire galloped at the fire galloped at fierce pace,

When I held a dungeon of gold biscuits and jewels in the belligerent hell of fire; all that remained after a few seconds; was a golden stream of orphaned pale yellow; that floated unceremoniously through the granules of soil,

When I held a cluster of ravishing fruits and succulent berries in the heart of the vindictively escalating fire; there was onerous difficulty to search even for the seeds; a few minutes after the hostile flames attacked from all sides,

When I held a conglomerate of coiled wires in the ominous conflagration of unrelenting fire; all that was left after a while was dilapidated fragments of shattered metal; overwhelmingly disrupted by the towering heat,

When I held a cabin of scintillating glass in the forest of inexorably savage fire; the same people who used to throng it incessantly to admire their tantalizing silhouettes; now ran miles away after sighting their horrendously distorted reflection,

When I held a fleet of swanky automobile in the center of the whirlwind speed fire; there was a deafeningly thunderous bang that occurred; and what once seemed to
be the princely cavalcade of cars now exploded and disappeared into plumes of black smoke,

When I held a festoon of scarlet roses in the repugnant blanket of brutal fire; all that remained after fractions seconds of time was inconspicuous globules of ash; and the scent which was once supremely redolent now resembled that emanating from
the morbid graveyard,

When I held an ocean of sweet milk in flamboyant wisps of fire; an obnoxiously burnt stench blended with the still atmosphere; and the solvent which once was
ubiquitously known all round the globe for its superlatively salubrious properties; the impregnable strength it imparted after consuming it; now appeared like threateningly dark paint dribbling down slowly from the walls,

When I held a sac of robust potatoes in the thick of fulminating fire; all that I got to eat after an hour was gruesomely charred stone; pathetic slices of dust that arose in bountiful amounts all around,

When I held the majestic tusks of elephant in the throes of the animatedly leaping fire; all that remained after a day was diminutive shells of utterly hopeless despair; being swept away with even the most tiniest draught of wind,

When I held the royal castle in the middle of the agonizingly volatile fire; the place replicated a barren farmland after a few days; and people trespassing around thought that something fresh needed to be constructed; that some crops needed to be
freshly sowed,

When I held the exorbitantly opulent bank in the agitated island of springing fire; the unfathomable notes of currency wailed in inevitable gloom; and what was once a colossal storehouse for satisfying the most infinitesimal of people’s needs; now lay buried several feet beneath the dust,

When I held an insurmountably long rope of tangy toothpaste in the entrenchment of boiling fire; there initially wafted an incomprehensibly poignant aroma in the air; soon to be replaced by winds of rotten fish scent,

When I held a mammoth box of matchsticks in the body of venomously rising fire; there reverberated a noise that was greater than a thousand bombs; as the sticks
incinerated instantaneously into a cloudburst of unending flames;
irrevocably refraining to subside,

When I held a billion follicles of mesmerizing hair in the belly of acrimoniously stringent fire; the resultant fibers that came out were so profoundly scarred; that even the ghoulish faced witch refrained to adorn them,

But when I held me and my beloved in the core of the same treacherous fire; its flames no doubt pulverized our bodies to a pair of frugal bones; but were simply
not enough make even the slightest of dent on our immortal love; the perpetual harmony and bliss in which our souls existed for unsurpassable times together; even after our death.