Monthly Archives: April 2016

When i deftly plucked heinous iron nails from the soft trunk of maple tree,
cleaning its stalk with a blend of husk perfume and mineral water,
despicable patches of fungal green; vanished without leaving stingy traces,
the demeanor of lumber now transited to summit’s of impeccability,
and the tree swallowed fresh gulps of air; having been hindered for several
years on the trot.

as i ripped of an assembly of wooden nails from the sordid plaster of walls,
the contraption was left isolated with king sized holes,
hostile beams of sunlight now sabotaged the interiors,
the rain and wind entered without formal invitation,
alongwith envious neighbors breaking barriers of intimate privacy.

when i trimmed unruly portions of nails from my protuberant finger,
coherently chiseling irregular indentations with the abraded base,
the appearance of my palm thereafter left me in dumbstruck stupor,
the hands once savage; now replicated articulate designs of fashion,
with the fairer sex casting frivolous glances at the web of masculinity
stripped of muddy nail.

and when i tried and evacuate colossal sized nails from the body of Christ,
emancipating his silhouette from the ghastly prisons of trauma,
he stringently admonished me whispering,
let blood trickle from my arms; an ocean of tears dribble down my cheek,
i want to free the world from realms of pain and enigmatic misery,
set an example by inflicting upon this body of flesh and bone; fathomless
distress that encompasses my fellow beings.

I used it to scrape streaks of blatant dirt; adhering languidly to my neck,
Rubbed it vigorously against my bare skin; the instant I felt petulant sensations of itching.

I dipped it in a barrel of aromatic paint; keeping It immersed in a concoction of flamboyant color,
Slapped it hard against the barren wall; inundating her surface with reinvigorating opalescent color.

I used it as a broomstick to swipe off tones of obnoxious dust; applying tumultuous pressure on its fragile persona,
Buried it deep beneath the ground for few seconds; to evacuate pugnacious worms.

I caressed it gently against my nostril; applying its noninvasive hair to my lips,
Produced a deafening sneeze soon after; as an inevitable aftermath of the application.

I held it high In the air; clenching it tightly in my rubicund palms,
Swirled it unrelentingly in right angled patterns; using it as a contrivance for seeking indispensable help.

I melted it in crackling fires; transforming its body into a shriveled wire,
Painted the same with pure gold; winding it dexterously against my slender neck.

I used it to wipe my effusive tears; holding it in close proximity of my intricate eye,
Pressing it against my heavy eyelids; to gently massage exhausted arenas of my brain.

I rotated it wildly in the arid autumn breeze; trying to assassinate a fleet of ominous mosquitoes,
Trying to impregnate waves of uncanny terror in all insects hovering around; perched innocuously in dark corners.

I fitted its head with a metallic cap; embossing it with fluorescent color,
Even had the audacity to fix it in my pocket; substituting nicely for my fountain pen.

My toothbrush however looked the best; when coated with a flimsy layer of germicidal toothpaste,
Scrubbed onerously against the periphery of my disdainfully yellow teeth; imparting them a scintillating shine.

When I met the gardener; all I ended up talking with him was; a battalion of wild shrubs and creepers dangling in tandem from the century old dilapidated wall,

When I met the businessman; all I ended up talking with him was; a myriad of astutely commercial plans; a stupendously manipulative analysis of the present day
stock market,

When I met the tennis champion; all I ended up talking with him was; the handsome strokes he executed in the marathon game; the astounding dexterity with which he
maneuvered the ball all round the court of voluptuous grass,

When I met the clouds; all I ended up talking with them was; the incredulously exotic showers of turbulent rain which caressed earth full throttle; the heavenly reprieve they gave our soil from the tyranny of scorching summer,

When I met the pig; all I ended up talking with him was; the daily heaps of gruesomely stinking garbage; the insatiable gluttony he felt every single unleashing minute of the day,

When I met the convict; all I ended up talking with him was; the murky side of life; the uncouthly satanic ocean of blood in which he found himself inevitably
drowning in as time unveiled,

When I met the priest; all I ended up talking with him was; the sacrosanct repertoire of scriptures embossed in the Bible; the mystical balance between good and
the repulsively bad in daily life,

When I met the politician; all I ended up talking with him was; the nonchalant list of boring policies he planned to evolve over a period of time; the relentless list of portfolio’s which he had ushered to his ministers; putting me to sleep right before his
bulging eyes,

When I met the soldier; all I ended up talking with him was; an unending tale of daunting war; the insurmountable tenacity he had displayed while indefatigably fighting for his home soil,

When I met the dancer; all I ended up talking with him was; the latest trends in contemporary disco; the seductively tantalizing styles which he implemented to keep his audience fully boisterous; even after wee hours of yawning midnight,

When I met the avalanche of augmenting snow; all I ended up talking with him was; the bizarre cold experienced perennially at all times; the overwhelming agony of being mutilated by austerely cold winds from left; right and center,

When I met the eunuch; all I ended up talking with it was; the unsurpassable sorrow with which it was bestowed upon this life; the perpetual longing in its heart to take birth in infinite lives; again as man,

When I met the doctor; all I ended up talking with him was; the stringently obnoxious odor of potent medication; the ingeniously life yielding drugs which
had just arrived in the conventional market,

When I met the housewife next door; all I ended up talking with her was; the boundless chores of duty to be fulfilled each day; the irascible humming of her
children which kept her wide awake all night,

When I met the author; all I ended up talking with him was; his countless ocean of innovative ideas; the names of his publishers and the names of his cherished books,

When I met the robust complexioned grandfather; all I ended up talking with him was; the fathomless string of his life time experiences; the nostalgic reminisces
of his innocuous youth; which fomented a passionate flurry of silver tears to well up his eyes,

When I met the bald man; all I ended up talking with him was; the inexplicable tyranny that had confronted him when he was young; the step by step account of how he had lost his precious shock of scintillating black hair,

When I met the girl of my dreams; all I ended talking with her was; a mind-boggling chain of fantasies rampantly circulating in my mind; a paradise on which I inherently wanted both of us to exist for centuries unprecedented,

When I met the mother who had born me; all I ended talking with her was; the days when I was a mischievous child; the colossal tunnel of fairy tales I used to intriguingly listen sandwiched invincibly secure; within deep recesses of her belly,

While it was only when I met the Creator; that I talked without the slightest of restraint and inhibition; talked for times unending about what I felt was my perception of life; talked virtually about anything I felt like discussing on this majestically boundless planet; and it was here that for the first time; MY TALK WAS INFINITE, MY TALK HAD NO END.

He was one inconspicuous entity in this entire planet; for whom I could sacrifice all the wealth which I had arduously assimilated till date,

He was one magnificent angel cuddling the silken sheets; for whom I could relinquish every iota of smile; lingering uninhibitedly in my persona,

He was one fountain of mesmerizing emotions; for whom I could remain famished without a single droplet of water; all marathon night and flaming day,

He was one impeccable bundle of overwhelming joy; for whom I could annihilate all tumultuous passion fulminating in my heart; bond with the threads of manipulative reality,

He was one angel with a glorious conscience; for whom I could lead my entire life without my pairs of robust hands and feet,

He was one immaculate cloud inundated with optimistic beams of new found hope; for whom I could walk barefoot; for centuries unprecedented on a mountain of
acrid thorns,

He was one celestial marvel deluging the air around with Omnipotent light; for whom I could sip the most heinous of poison; the very first day; each time I took birth as a man once again,

He was one enthralling adventure who captivated everyone in his charismatic swirl; for whom I could blindfold myself perpetually; plunge without the slightest of apprehension in my eyes into a valley of sinister darkness,

He was one sacrosanct idol of happiness bouncing towards the sky; for whom I could burn all my inevitable belongings into threadbare realms of ghastly hell,

He was one innocuous jewel of prosperity; for whom I could bury myself boundless kilometers beneath gigantic avalanches of white ice; without a cloth to drape my nimble body,

He was one philanthropic spirit floating in a river of majestic goodness; for whom I could stand unflinchingly amidst the most inclement of fires; till the last bone down my spine charred to an appalling death,

He was one epitome of ubiquitous solidarity; a messiah of every religion created by man; for whom I could selflessly impart every beat of my passionately
palpitating heart,
He was one enchanting scent; disseminating his immortal essence wherever he crept; for whom I could confront the mightiest of disasters every unveiling
second of the day,

He was one tornado of effusive empathy; more grandiloquent than the heavens when he danced; for whom I could lick the most morbidly sweltering sand; sprinkled on the uncouth rocks,

He was one Omnipresent mirror of righteousness; candidly reflecting to the world its battalion of sins; for whom I could wholeheartedly embrace the corridors of extinction; in the most magnificent stages of my life,

He was one diminutively blue eyed beauty singing in the winds of exhilarating jubilation; for whom I could emboss unsurpassable lines of poetry; even after the
last droplet of blood in my veins had utterly exhausted,

He was one Omniscient ray of ethereally everlasting light; for whom I could survive till endless infinity; in a dungeon replete with hideous scorpion,

He was the most sacred fruit of our invincible love; for which me and my divinely beloved; had prayed since our several past lifetimes,

Most importantly; he was my blood, my breath; my heart; my soul; for whom I was ready to be born again only to face a countless more deaths; for infact he
was none other than my ultimate identity; he was my son.

Never ever would I cause you the most inconspicuous of harm; if you preferred to relinquish every ounce of your life for a complete stranger; whilst neglecting me like a heap of fetid rubbish-in the farthest corner of the trash can,

Never ever would I cause you the most invisible of harm; if you indulged in senseless gossip with your friends for hours immemorial; and then blaming time for not asking me how I lead my entire day,

Never ever would I cause you the most deteriorating of harm; if you admired every insignificant achievement of your close kin; whilst treating each world record of mine as some orphaned jinx fallen from the sky,

Never ever would I cause you the most baseless of harm; if you neatly clipped every piece of literature you’d read all day; whilst proclaiming the infinite lines of my poetry as just a disdainful squandering of time,

Never ever would I cause you the most ethereal of harm; if you spuriously supported me for every weakness of mine; only to outrageously reveal the same to the world outside; blackmailing me for the tiniest loss of my temper,

Never ever would I cause you the most floundering of harm; if you viciously abused and slapped me infront of my own blood; just because I’d fearlessly expressed my individualistic point of view in closed doors,

Never ever would I cause you the most oblivious of harm; if you sanctimoniously entwined your arms in mine; and then cavorted for major part of life with the charismatic clinician of your choice-as I turned behind,

Never ever would I cause you the most insipid of harm; if you blatantly declared each ounce of my passion for my favorite things in life; as insane madness of the highest degree,

Never ever would I cause you the most limpid of harm; if you unsparingly ridiculed me for my gluttony when I was hungry; whereas you plucked countless living leaves of the tree time and again—for ostensibly no reason or rhyme,

Never ever would I cause you the most infinitesimal of harm; if you started to snore like a boundless combined monsters; the instant I tried to uninhibitedly pour the past and present of my heart; beside your collapsing stride,

Never ever would I cause you the most forgetful of harm; if you ignominiously slandered the way I solely listened to my heart and got bankrupt; whilst you assimilated coin over perspiring coin—were an ardent fan of every astute brain who went on to built an emotionless empire,

Never ever would I cause you the most languid of harm; if you diabolically retaliated as if to wholesomely behead me; to just a spurt of my anger which only went to show I was human and not God,

Never ever would I cause you the most frigid of harm; if you laughed louder than the planet outside on each of my follies; showing me the sadistic shade of the devil whilst staying close to my breath all my life,

Never ever would I cause you the most obsolete of harm; if you continued to sleep as the thieves came in and made merry; and then rebuked me for being a coward and not confronting them—thought I was at a distant place that time,

Never ever would I cause you the most non-existent of harm; if you inexhaustibly hummed praises of your close kin though they discarded you; whilst I was the one who came running to the faintest of your cries,

Never ever would I cause you the most disappearing of harm; if you clapped for the very politicians who sat on power thrones; whose foundations gorily rested on innocent blood of my pristine brothers, sisters and benign kin,

Never ever would I cause you the most insouciant of harm; if you cursed me from the innermost ingredients of your blood to die each instant of my destined life—only because I opposed you and your conventionally tyrannical society for lighting venomous crackers to greet and appease the Gods,

Never ever would I cause you the most evanescent of harm; if you tied the nuptial knot with me solely to get a handsome roof to live under-and thereby absolve your kin from the excruciating agonies of
an added existence,

Nevertheless wife. Though I would never ever harm even the most mercurial hair on your skin in any manner whatsoever—but for every painful beat of my heart that you were responsible- My silence will speak to you.

Your blissful happiness; was my impregnable bridge to transgress upon for centuries immemorial; even after I had died,

Your inexplicable anguish; was my invincibly augmenting revolution; to massacre every trace of malice from the trajectory of this colossal planet,

Your mesmerizing smile; was my insurmountable tenacity to trigger brilliant beams of optimistic light; in a tunnel engulfed with macabre darkness,

Your philanthropic fragrance; was my incessant source of inspiration to ubiquitously disseminate the essence of mankind; to the most remotest corners of this planet,

Your poignant empathy; was my Herculean fortitude to assist my fellow comrades; in moments of deplorably dwindling distress,

Your enchanting reflection; was my unprecedented fervor to incarcerate the stupendously alluring beauty of this gigantic universe; within the whites of my
eye,

Your heavenly footsteps; were my unsurpassable strength to propel forward; exhilaratedly embrace every obstacle in life; until I succeed,

Your lecherous defeat; was my overwhelming ardor to extricate the seeds of manipulative diabolism from their very ignominious roots; behead them with the
sword of irrefutable righteousness,

Your enlightening essence; was my sole tool to dedicate my entire life; profoundly towards nurturing and harboring the gift of perennial love,

Your valiant victory; was my astronomical conviction; which didn’t buckle the slightest; even under the most invidiously tumultuous of storm,

Your melodious voice; was my overpowering exuberance to exist; even with my visage dreadfully sunken beneath the ghastly corpse,

Your discerning senses; were my unconquerable waves of prudence; in sagaciously discriminating between the good and the ominously bad,

Your unfathomable innocence; was my everlasting reservoir of strength to survive and bear; amongst an uncouth battalion of blood sucking tangible beings,

Your never dying spirit; was my Omnipotent whirlwind to blossom like a magnificently glorious lotus; from a pile of tragically smoldering ash,

Your explicitly candid expressions; were my cloudbursts of daunting audacity; even when hanged like an orphaned pig; on the hideously menacing gallows,

Your majestic sweat; was my tunnel of unrelenting endeavor; the insatiable compassion in my eyes; to metamorphose god’s planet once again; into a wonderful
paradise,

Your impeccable conscience; was my undefeated bonding with love which grew more and more fortified; even as the boundless expanse of sky treacherously blended
with mundane earth,

Your Omniscient breath; was my sacred chapter of divinely life; unveiling into an incredible myriad of new vistas every minute; making me live an infinite exotic lives; in each desire of mine,

And your immortal heart; was my royal rhythm to love; live; embrace; transcend and perpetually reign supreme over every devil that lingered in air; over every bad that dared.

Nothing above it; not even an infinitesimal iota towering above its majestically untainted and gloriously unhindered swirl,

Nothing below it; not even a mercurial iota lurking beneath its fantastically pristine and sensuously enthralling identity,

Nothing antagonistic to it; not even an inconspicuous shade contradicting its bountifully emollient and triumphantly benign ramifications,

Nothing to the right of it; not even a transient degree swerving from its effulgently mellifluous and timelessly ecstatic shadow,

Nothing to the left of it; not even an ethereal millimeter away from its victoriously beautiful and interminably poignant cascade,

Nothing overlapping it; not even the most invisible whisker trying to obscure its ebulliently virile and royally unassailable luminescence,

Nothing sidelining it; not even the most obfuscated ingredient of royalty attempting to devour its altruistically brilliant and impregnably sparkling integrity,

Nothing overlooking it; not even an ephemeral molecule of indifference to its fervently undefeated and unconquerably ubiquitous caress,

Nothing victimizing it; not even an invisible ingredient of venomous commercialism trying to ensnare its uninhibitedly magical and voluptuously fecund wings,

Nothing beyond it; not even a diminutive speck of tantalizing mirage; trying to seductively lure beyond its beautifully sculptured and unbelievably enamoring contours,

Nothing surrounding it; not even an evanescent mist of mouth watering temptation encapsulating its perennially fructifying and compassionately befriending scepter,

Nothing blocking it; not even an unmentionably fugitive obstruction to its timelessly unfettered and astoundingly inimitable fragrance,

Nothing hypnotizing it; not even an obliterated spell of drudged witchcraft trying to control its insuperably magnificent and fathomlessly spotless soul,

Nothing empowering it; not even the tiniest trace of the tyrannically robotic devil trying to maliciously overwhelm its undyingly winning and divinely infallible incantation,

Nothing questioning it; not even a single moment of interrogation to its unshakably irreproachable and eternally burgeoning seed,

Nothing dictating it; not even an infidel insinuation of cold-blooded doggedness against its wondrously omnipotent and insatiably passionate heartbeats,

Nothing burying it; not even a minuscule thread of manipulation trying to brutally asphyxiate its eternally ravishing and universally blissful appeal,

Nothing discarding it; not even a transitory beacon of oblivion viciously
trying to gobble its everlastingly sacrosanct and endlessly intrepid odysseys,

As whatever I had; dreamt or ever possessed; was solely and perpetually in it; was solely and perpetually for it; was solely and perpetually about it; was infact solely and perpetually “IT” itself; and this “IT” would forever and ever and ever mean
my “Poetry”.

When I first met her; I was insatiably crazy about her eyes; fervently tracing the contours of her poignantly stopping eyelids with the untamed ardor in my fingers,
While today; they had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I profoundly blended my mind; body and entire spirit; with their marvelously shimmering
river of ecstatic empathy.

When I first met her; I was inexorably crazy about her lips; indefatigably kissing their compassionate periphery; to ignite fireballs of tantalizing seduction in the piquantly scarlet streams of my blood,
While today; they had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I commenced each dawn with exuberant gusto in my stride; simply by sighting their fiery redness.

When I first met her; I was insurmountably crazy about her hair; sailing in their ravishing titillation; to timelessly escalate to a land above; fabulously mesmerizing paradise,
While today; they had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I danced in the aisles of serene contentment; invincibly entrapped in the stupendously magical entrenchment of their voluptuous softness.

When I first met her; I was fanatically crazy about her belly; entangling each pore of my flesh in a wave of sensuously augmenting delight; as she gyrated under the magnificently enchanting moonlight,
While today; it had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I caressed its royally gentle softness; everytime I felt that the frantically wandering world outside; unsparingly pulverized me to the soil.

When I first met her; I was ardently crazy about her eyelashes; flirtatiously philandering with her behind the honey colored hills; as she batted them with
gorgeously bewildering delight,
While today; they had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I perennially slept entirely oblivious to the treacherous vagaries of this planet; with my
turbulent breath profusely dancing over her; intriguingly satiny softness.

When I first met her; I was unfathomably crazy about her palms; salvaging every opportunity to tangily trace the fathomless battalion of mystical lines; embedded in their fascinating recess,
While today; they had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I bonded each element of my impoverished destiny with her; vivaciously euphoric and rhapsodically bouncing life.

When I first met her; I was stupendously crazy about her charismatically radiating chin; as I incessantly pecked her on the same; with winds of tumultuous
compassion circumventing every iota of my ebulliently trembling countenance,
While today; it had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I replenished my devastatingly staggering senses; by merely sighting its; robustly enamoring grace.

When I first met her; I was unsurpassably crazy about her reflection; trying to decipher a countless more births of mine in the eternally unending chapter of her majestic footsteps,
While today; it had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I erected every anecdote of my flamboyantly optimistic life with its shades; had no remorse whatsoever relinquishing my last breath in its ingratiating shimmering.

When I first met her; I was incomprehensibly crazy about her breath; relentlessly trying to capsize every puff of scented air that she exhaled; in the indigently destitute essence of my pathetic existence,
While today; it had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I found myself blessed with all the happiness on this boundless planet; rhythmically tracing the cadence of its everlastingly enticing swirl.

And when I first met her; I was intransigently crazy about her heartbeats; passionately discerning their marvelously pristine propensity; embracing her in the incorrigible grip of my famished arms,
While today; they had become my irrefutable and only passion; as I handsomely bonded with their immortal tenacity to exist; felt the richest man alive; each time she granted me love; each time she granted me the most unequivocally priceless gift to survive.

The doll composed of fantastically embellished plastic; insensitively smiled all day and night; even when the planet outside was being brutally lambasted and indiscriminately pulverized,
But true happiness was the one that radiated from the pristine lips of my
newborn daughter; which was as Omnipotent as the first rays of the unassailably golden Sun.

The doll composed of spell-bindingly opulent plastic; spuriously wore the
most luxurious of frocks all day and night; even when countless organisms haplessly shivered in fetid realms of the abhorrently orphaned dustbin,
But true royalty eternally blossomed from the altruistic skin of my newborn daughter; which was as invincible as the fabric of symbiotic existence on this fathomless planet.

The doll composed of gloriously regale plastic; mechanically sang all day and night; even as boundless infants were prematurely killed in the womb of their mothers; for ostensibly no fault of theirs and just because they were the girl child,
But true mischief perpetually wafted from the untainted cries of my newborn daughter; which was as impeccably divine as the sacrosanct cow’s milk.

The doll composed of resplendently fabulous plastic; remained turgidly imperturbable all day and night; even as the apocalypses of sorrow rained unrelentingly outside,
But true godliness unceasingly diffused from the unconquerable silhouette of my newborn daughter; which was as truthfully symbiotic as the crown of paradise in limitless sky.

The doll composed of charismatically shimmering plastic; baselessly fasted all day and night; even as the billions of devastated urchins outside wanted to see it boisterously dance and enchantingly play,
But true devotion was the one which emanated from my newborn daughters innocently suckling mouth; which was as pure as the first droplet of fructifying rain which harmoniously tumbled from the timeless heavens.

The doll composed of marvelously redolent plastic; nonchalantly stared in
mute silence all day and night; even as salaciously wanton parasites rampantly extricated blood from innocent beings outside,
But true courage brilliantly sparkled from the infallible eyes of my newborn
daughter; which was as everlasting as every ingredient of peerless righteousness in the vividly bountiful atmosphere.

The doll composed of stupendously contemporary plastic; bombastically adorned an unending cornucopia of diamonds and silver all day and night; even as innumerable beggars counted their last puff of breath; unfortunately outside,
But true aristocracy profusely drooled from the fearlessly cavorting eyelashes of my newborn daughter; which was as pricelessly inimitable as the peaks of the unfathomably indomitable Everest.

The doll composed of unbelievably environment friendly plastic; inanely snored all day and night; even as endless innocent were cannibalistically devoured in the coffins of disdainfully decrepit prejudice,
But true life spawned from the indefatigably exploring persona of my newborn
daughter; which was as eclectically astounding as the iridescently euphoric rainbows in the blessedly effulgent cosmos.

And the doll composed of gorgeously perfumed plastic; artificially kissed the bed all day and night; even as virtually every organism around it helplessly wailed in the mortuaries of ghastly hell,
But true love sprouted from the immortal heartbeats of my newborn daughter; which were as Omnipresently united as the religion of ubiquitously endowing humanity

The moment was to rejoice; to uninhibitedly forget the sorrows of a lecherously non-existent past,
The moment was to distribute sweets and cookies of all shapes and sizes; to far and distant across the fathomless living planet,
The moment was to culminate into a fountain of tantalizing freshness; with a healing spray that magically caressed even the most minutest of hearts,
The moment was to perpetuate every bit of savage blackness around; with the rays of ecstatically newborn and unfettered hope,
The moment was to liberate from the sins of a morose past life; gloriously expedite towards the Sun of a brand new tomorrow,
The moment was to have several rounds of heartiest congratulations and best wishes all around; with tears of celestial happiness rolling down the cheeks,
The moment was the most unassailably privileged one; one which had the world waiting since so maddeningly long,
The moment was of a sole triumphant winner; with the entire battlefield lying otherwise sordid; desolate; decrepit and dry,
The moment beckoned for time to ultimately stop; as happiness of such a magnitude would never ever unfurl; and in such pulsating beats on this planet,
Most importantly than anything else; the moment now was of my friends birthday; who not only called me Friend by formal introduction; but considered me his mortal friend at each beat of innermost soul and heart.