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An idle palm; is the diabolically estranged and truculently cold-blooded murderer’s; favorite workshop,

An idle lip; is the treacherously decrepit and horrendously inexplicable sorrow’s; favorite workshop,

An idle foot; is the preposterously lazing and salaciously sucking parasite’s; favorite workshop,

An idle eye; is the wholesomely obfuscating and invidiously terrorizing night’s; favorite workshop,

An idle vein; is the dreadfully dangerous and cadaverously criminal cancer’s; favorite workshop,

An idle hair; is the malevolently prejudiced and lecherously tawdry dandruff’s; favorite workshop,

An idle mouth; is the disgustingly pompous and bizarrely delirious emptiness’s; favorite workshop,

An idle ear; is the drearily penurious and sardonically stagnant absolution’s; favorite
workshop,

An idle tongue; is the obnoxiously inane and iconoclastically ignominious abuse’s; favorite workshop,

An idle bone; is the brutally perfidious and uxoriously libidinous misanthrope’s; favorite workshop,

An idle wound; is the nonchalantly pernicious and bawdily infinitesimal worm’s; favorite workshop,

An idle tooth; is the threadbarely demonic and distraughtly dilapidated cavities’;
favorite workshop,

An idle flesh; is the impotently lackadaisical and menacingly incarcerating infertility’s; favorite workshop,

An idle spine; is the devilishly ostracizing and venomously debilitating boredom’s; favorite workshop,

An idle stomach; is the satanically strangulating and atrociously suppressing constipation’s; favorite workshop,

An idle shadow; is the insanely blood-curling and whimsically sporadic torture’s; favorite workshop,

An idle conscience; is the barbarously egregious and gorily excoriating lies’; favorite workshop,

An idle nostril; is the precariously pulverizing and perpetually silencing death’s; favorite workshop,

An idle heart; is the frigidly sabbatical and ominously shriveling traitor’s; favorite workshop,

And an idle mind; is the rapaciously maniacal and devastatingly massacring devil’s; favorite workshop.

Just spawning an offspring out of your wife’s body; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about the poignant empathy lingering in your eyes; the astronomical pride deep in your chest; for your child.

Just conquering all the wealth in the world; incessantly chasing your aspirations beyond the realms of prudent control; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about walking shoulder to shoulder with your child; enlightening him about the unfathomable intricacies in the chapter called life.

Just embedding bombastic designation tags on your blazer; scurrying with untamed passion in your eyes towards the corridors of monotonous office; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about uninhibited sharing; understanding and profusely blending with the agony in your child’s heart; to the most ultimate of your capacity.

Just greeting your progeny with a spuriously mechanical smile on your face; at the crack of dawn and every once in a while past the descending of midnight; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about supreme informality; bouncing and rampantly frolicking with your child; continuously inculcating in him the ingredients of a blissful existence.

Just dancing in meticulous precision with your unsurpassable armory of manipulative guests; guzzling opulent wine with a somberity befitting the kings; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about possessing the tenacity to shun the entire Universe for your child; cherishing all your wealth; ambition and desires; in the whites of his impeccable eyes.

Just discussing issues with your son with a pompous air in your voice; a colossal conference table dividing you ostentatiously in a single room; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about standing abreast your child in good times and bad; discovering his unfathomable myriad of hidden energies; to make him an
invincible winner in life.

Just putting a miserly advertisement in the newspaper seeking your sons spouse; targeting your bondage with families of status; blowing their wealth like baseless
cigar smoke; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about sacrificing a lifetime for your child’s happiness; exploring that immortal love that needed to encapsulate his mind; body and soul.

Just signing an incomprehensible number of checks in a single day; browsing through the most contemporarily corporatish of business magazines; doesn’t make you a
father,
Fatherhood is all about evacuating each droplet of blood that circulated through the conglomerate of your robust veins; to help your child manifest his every dream into a perpetual reality.

Just hardselling your cloudburst of ingenious concepts; astutely maneuvering through each hurdle of life to catapult to the summit of overwhelming fame and popularity; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about philandering with your child through the aisles of uncurbed freedom; reliving till times beyond eternity; those instants when you were an innocent infant.

And just addressing your son as son umpteenth number of times in the sweltering day; doesn’t make you a father,
Fatherhood is all about living life higher than the clouds; making your child constantly feel as if in a land of enchanting paradise; ensuring that his spirits
soared more exuberantly than the angels; even after you had died

He celestially slept in her Godly lap for marathon hours; when the brilliantly flamboyant Sun peaked full throttle in the sky,
While to be hoisted high and handsome in euphoric air; all that he had to do was; incoherently tug at the maturely bohemian fingers; of my ebulliently anticipating palms.

He boisterously suckled milk from her sacred chest; when he felt intermittently hungry; even at the most inexplicable moments of the day and all throughout the
perilous night,
While to be recounted his favorite rhymes of mystical adventure and frolic; all that he had to do was; innocuously stare at my compassionate eyes; as the rain fell in tranquilly from the fathomless skies outside.

He danced in her poignant lap with uninhibited tandem; rejoicing the most pricelessly grandiloquent moments of his freshly born life,
While to be apprised of the outside world; march on his own tiny feet outside; all he had to do was; immaculately flood my ears with his euphorically mesmerizing and incongruous sounds.

He snuggled unassailably close to her pristine belly; whenever he felt even the most inconspicuous iota of fear lingering diabolically in the atmosphere around,
While to be taught how to prudently discern words and language; all he had to do was; kiss me impeccably on my bearded cheeks; as the seductive songs of the cuckoo; greeted one and all; at gloriously ethereal dawn.

He gleefully plucked at the strands of her silken hair; joyously banging his diminutive fists into her chin; whenever he felt strung by winds of overwhelmingly uncontrollable mischief,
While to be scrupulously washed of all the abominable dirt adhering to his eternally brand new visage; all he had to do was; inarticulately wink at the ecstatically
obliging contours of my face.

He fabulously emulated in front of her all the voices he had an absolute infatuation towards; nibbling her Omnipotent ears with his softly developing teeth,
While to be indefatigably tickled on his blissfully endowing ribs; all he had to do was; naughtily play hide and seek with my profoundly twinkling eyes.

He smiled the smile of the angels in her vivaciously resplendent arms; irrefutably accepting her unconquerable breath and sweat; as the sole tonic to survive,
While to be taken round every cranny of our dwelling; as well as unrelentingly explore the sprouting garden outside; all he had to do was; gently pat me on my fervently awaiting and already bent shoulders.

He intransigently adored her celestial countenance for being the most beautifully bountiful on this entire planet; immortally imprisoning her invincible picture;
for infinite more births to come; in his heart; mind; and righteous conscience,
While to be bequeathed upon even the most infinitesimal of desire in his life; all he had to do was; passionately address me by any name that he wanted; forever he would always remain as my blood; as my heavenly child.

And although he sporadically probed her for something; and at times holistically leaned upon my demeanor for that object eluding his timelessly Omnipotent senses,
He had impregnably bestowed upon both of us an honor which made us exist as the richest organisms for countless more births of ours yet to unfurl; O! yes an indescribable richness of being his Only; Father and Mother.

Ominous clouds in the cosmos had forgotten to shower droplets of transparent rain,

Colossal deserts refrained from forming whirlpools of sand; with the blowing wind,

Swirling waters of the boundless ocean; didn’t culminate into escalating waves,

Bedsheets of white snow on the mountain slopes; incorrigibly refused to melt,

Scores of boisterous birds nestled on towering treetops; shut their beaks tight even
as the lion came,

Incongruous stones didn’t produce the slightest of noise; when they collided with obdurate earth,

Gargantuan reptiles wandering through meadows of tranquil grass; refrained from devouring succulent prey,

Unruly dogs on the street; didn’t erupt into volleys of hoarse barking,

Blossoming lotus in the pond; didn’t show signs of shriveling at the onset of evanescent dusk,

Battalions of venomous mosquitoes; seemed to have temporarily lost their acrimonious sting,

Fountains of blistering lava; circulated blissfully within the crevices of earth instead of fulminating,

Waterfalls of crystal foam froze midway down the slopes; with their thunderous gurgling now transformed into stony silence,

Dense foliage of tree leaves refused to rustle; with mighty draughts of afternoon wind,

Opalescent butterflies in the garden; ceased to vivaciously flutter,

Silver crested dolphins in the pool; refrained to acrobatically somersault high towards the ceiling,

Mischievous monkeys didn’t swing between trees; entwined their long tails placidly amidst the branches,
Long legged spiders refused to traverse across their periphery of intricately suspended silver cobwebs,

Time seemed to have stopped momentarily; with every second unwinding refraining to unleash into a minute further,

The entity of omnipotent God loomed large in my palms; now submerging my impoverished persona into waves of supreme exultation,

It was no miracle folks; I was overwhelmingly proud to declare that I had become a father; even as the first wails of my newly born child blended with the atmosphere.

Every century looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would last till more than what the Creator could ever have perceived; with the decades towering even higher than all the continents of the Universe amalgamated together,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just devoured my first morsel of food; and time had zipped past all those decades like a flying tornado; faster than the speed
of light.

Every decade looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it would last till more than eternity; with the years painstakingly creeping in before completely unfurling,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just got up from my last nights sleep; and time had zipped past all those years like a flying tornado; faster than the speed
of light.

Every year looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more than the unfathomable sky in entirety; with the conglomerate of months simply refraining to whistle by,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just batted my eyelids quite inadvertently; and time had zipped past all those months like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.

Every month looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more invincible than the mighty deserts to conquer; with each fortnight stabbing me more than a million thorns coalesced together,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just finished my celestial dream; and time had zipped past all those fortnights like a flying tornado; faster than the speed
of light.

Every fortnight looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it would be more boundless than the colossal ocean to swim in; with each week whizzing like an
unrelenting mosquito; buzzing its discordant tunes into my intricately sensitive eardrum,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just walked a single step on this earth; and time had zipped past all those weeks; faster than the speed of light.

Every week looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it would be more Herculean than the summit of Everest to conquer; with the coalition of half a dozen
days battering me disdainfully to the ground,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just brushed my curly moustache; and time had zipped past all those days like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.

Every day looked so long; that in the beginning I felt that it would be more tenacious than the fiery body of Sun to stare at; with the marathon hours poking me like sizzling roads of steel all over my body,
But believe me; not it seemed that I had just opened my mouth a trifle; and time had zipped past all those hours like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.

Every hour looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more acrimonious than the blanket of vicious thorns to tread on; with the persevering minutes engendering unprecedented amounts of sweat to ooze from my arms,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had just drawn a thin line on the slippery sand; and time had zipped past all those minutes like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.

Every minute looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more treacherous than the haunted corpse loitering in the graveyard; the seconds languidly inching towards the remotely distant finishing point,
But believe me; now it seemed that I had hardly completed my spurious yawn; and time had zipped past all those seconds like a flying tornado; faster than the speed
of light.

Every second looked so long; that in the beginning I felt it would be more cumbersome than counting the entire battalion of stars embedded in the resplendent
cosmos; with the irate tick-tick of the clock getting deafeningly loud to bear as each instant assiduously revolved by,
But believe me; now when I was 90 years of age about to relinquish life forever; it seemed that I has just inhaled in a single draught of racy breath; and time had zipped past all those moments when I was seductively beautiful and young; like a flying tornado; faster than the speed of light.

Rotten leaves lay in dark corners,
soggy mud was sprawled through acres of land,
rusty barbed wire lined vast expanse of territory,
dull roots of juicy cane plant projected from the mud,
a strong pair of black bull bathed in rain ponds of wet mud slurry,
infinite earthworms popped from beneath cocoons of ground,
long snakes buried themselves in dark holes,
multilegged caterpillar crawled through open skin of wild flower,
a family of untamed rabbit trespassed for nibbling fruit,
the apple trees swayed with gusty currents of humid wind,
as ripened fruits incorporated with natural sweet juice,
fell in paltry amounts from the angular wood branch.

the golden Sun rose behind the V shaped hill,
cast its first burning rays on the fertile land,
gradually awakening the husky farmer,
tossing in blissful fantasies of sleep,
to start his routine ploughing activity for the succeeding day.

the mesmerizing sunlight took its toll on him,
he looked drowned in jubilation amidst the tall cultivation of sugarcane,
red ants greedily sucking his seasoned blood,
as he strained his eyes to devour the breathtaking scene,
of sunshine, scarlet apple, juicy sugarcane, chocolate brown mud,
and gushing waters through gigantic cloth pipes,
it took him a lengthy amount of time to drift into reality,
and when he did, he saw precious hectares of his own land,
floating with wealthy crop, tonnes of haphazardly strewn crimson apple,
he now took a slender pair of shears alongwith bare blades of country knife,
sliced ripened sugarcane crop, blended the ravishing juice oozing,
into his large mouth chambers, thoroughly parched in the dazzling Sun.

I thought of nose diving from the 100th floor of the edifice,
shivered incessantly when perched right on the top,
abruptly changed my decision as i stared in deathly horror,
at the fathomless distance between the ground and my silhouette.

i visualized trespassing through amber flames of the bonfire,
as they licked barren arenas of the misty blue sky,
i vehemently changed my outlook; as i actually felt their savage heat,
refrained from venturing even miles near the conflagration.

i perceived chewing brittle shards of broken glass,
disintegrating them firmly with my teeth,
dreaded visions of blood gushing from chambers in mouth engulfed me,
as i formally held a solitary chunk of glass in my palms,
prompting me to dismiss the obnoxious idea from my mind.

i envisaged riding on the silken body of blue ocean whale,
admiring the scenic beauty of the captivating Atlantic,
ghastly images of its canine teeth petrified me in entirety,
with hollow kingdoms of its mouth relishing my bones,
causing me to instantaneously relinquish the fantasy before it took firm roots.

i imagined conversing with the magnanimous princess,
floating high in the clouds with her mesmerizing grace,
i then looked down at the torn lace of my shoe, infinite stains in my vest, the emptiness of my purse,
the visions of blossoming romance died there itself,
and i admonished my mind stringently saying to myself,
that fantasy seldom becomes reality.

Fleshy pulp of juicy melon,
fresh green skin of elongated banana,
scarlet red complexion of sweet apple,
hard olive skull of coastal coconut,
oblong globules of violet grape fruit,
sliced chunks of peeled orange,
tetra walled legs of salted cucumber,
chopped pieces of marinated garlic,
reddish brown roots of unripened radish,
roasted body of sweet potato,
thick curry of churned tomato,
tender beanstalks of ladies finger,
pungent seedlings of green chili,
appetizing kernels of rusty walnut,
darkish yellow insides of hybrid mango,
cascading protein yolk from egg shell,
hollow ringed circles of sliced pineapple,
purplish bulge of heart shaped brinjal,
jointed sticks of sugarcane fiber,
miniscule pieces of chopped lemon,
an exact kilogram of green peas,
abundant supply of crimson plums,
all this blended with molten sugar,
with macro toppings of cheddar cheese,
stirred vigorously to edible proportions,
with wooden battens coated with mustard incense,
served royally on ornamental steel,
creating ravishing sensations in salivary buds,
eaten with a shining silver spoon,
remains the most fantasized meal,
for decades and times immemorial.

In the invidiously ghastly silence that enshrouds me; when even the most ferociously turbulent of waves; wholesomely refrained to culminate; after sighting the contours of my plaintively impoverished face,

In the pathetically hedonistic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
voluptuously sapphire of clouds; wholesomely refrained to thunder; after sighting the appalling dullness in my eyes,

In the mercilessly maiming silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
inscrutably enlivening forests; wholesomely refrained to whisper; after sighting the haplessly crinkled veins on my feet,

In the ominously egregious silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
majestically crimson lotus; wholesomely refrained to blossom; after sighting
the horrifically jutting bones of my flailing persona,

In the diabolically stabbing silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
royally towering lion; wholesomely refrained to roar; after sighting the cringe of fetidly decaying yellow clinging to my cluster of teeth,

In the vindictively devilish silence that enshrouds me; when even the most vociferously effervescent of bees; wholesomely refrained to buzz; after sighting the tears of directionless delirium in my eyes,

In the hideously cannibalistic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
uncontrollably spiraling fires; wholesomely refrained to crackle; after sighting the miserably defeated philosopher in my breath,

In the flagrantly disconcerting silence that enshrouds me; when even the
most aristocratically gliding eagles; wholesomely refrained to screech; after sighting the frigid barrenness of my freshly tonsured scalp,

In the truculently venomous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
vividly astounding rainbows; wholesomely refrained to shimmer; after sighting the inanely livid dialect of my slavering tongue,

In the murderously asphyxiating silence that enshrouds me; when even the
most charismatically jet black scorpions; wholesomely refrained to sting; after sighting the innumerable knots in my deplorably battered writer’s finger,

In the criminally cadaverous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most limitlessly cascading waterfalls; wholesomely refrained to gurgle; after sighting the ungainly stubble of barbarous beard; upon the sagging flesh of my cheeks,

In the disgustingly incarcerating silence that enshrouds me; when even the
most sensuously virgin dewdrops; wholesomely refrained to titillate; after sighting the perennially lingering yawn of my indolently wretched mouth,

In the cold-bloodedly demonic silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
unabashedly arousing of storms; wholesomely refrained to gush; after sighting the remnants of nothing else but maniacal gloominess; strewn all over my quavering spine,

In the insidiously lecherous silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
brilliantly optimistic of Sun; wholesomely refrained to blaze; after sighting the mist of hopelessness predominantly reigning in each of my senses,

In the carnivorously deathly silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
pristinely antiquated bells; wholesomely refrained to chime; after sighting the ghoulishly dying footprints of my sole,

In the drearily lambasting silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
undauntedly silken snakes; wholesomely refrained to hiss; after sighting the blood that had now turned a febrile blue; in my severely starved veins,

In the torturously inconsolable silence that enshrouds me; when even the most spell bindingly heavenly dawn; wholesomely refrained to sermonize; after sighting the lethally anomalous clouds of sullenness; hovering round my nape,

In the ignominiously diseased silence that enshrouds me; when even the most
fervently compassionate heart; wholesomely refrained to beat; after sighting the reverberations that the earth underwent; with each of my bohemian tread,

If there was really something at all that enlightened me; if there was really something at all that befriended me; and if there was really something at all that inspired me to the ultimate heavens of the divine; then it was none other than my; unconquerably unrestricted and unimpeachably glorious “Fantasy”.

Currently your eyes were just eyes; casting their impeccable blacks and whites to the very places they liked,
While I was waiting for the moment; when they would ooze poignant globules of empathy; candidly divulge the mysticism hidden in their softness; under the glistening effulgence of the Sun.

Currently your lips were just lips; tightly pursing every now and then; whenever you were entrenched with bouts of utter frustration,
While I was waiting for the moment; when they were besieged with a stupendously charismatic smile; enlightening the pathetically morbid atmosphere; with the ingratiating aura that they possessed.

Currently your cheeks were just cheeks; scowling a trifle; as beads of perspiration and a battalion of flies buzzed incongruously against their rotund periphery,
While I was waiting for the moment; when they profusely blushed; triggering untamed mountains of sensuous flames; in the bewitching dreariness of the night.

Currently your hair were just hair; miserably incarcerated beneath a deluge of monotonous ribbon and stringent braids,
While I was waiting for the moment; when they swept ravishingly with the brazen winds; landed on my flesh; to transit me into a spell of tantalizing delight.

Currently your belly was just a belly; contentedly snoozing as your consumed the fraternity of food; which tingled your tongue the most,
While I was waiting for the moment; when it gyrated full throttle under the pearly moonshine; raving me like a shooting star from my den; boundless feet beneath the ghastly grave.

Currently your hands were just hands; lying in timid unison on soil; as the Sun silently transcended over the horizons,
While I was waiting for the moment; when your royal fingers united together in splendid harmony; making me soar like an impregnable bird over the land of infinite infinity.

Currently your voice was just a voice; rhythmically rising and falling in the air; as you inevitably unleashed the chords of your dwindling throat,
While I was waiting for the moment; when you sung the song lingering deep in your soul; inundating my baselessly hopeless life; with the tenacity to exist beyond my time.

Currently your footsteps were just footsteps; nimbly caressing the mud as you sloppily commenced your journey; to search for indispensable fodder for your life,
While I was waiting for that moment; when you philandered barefoot through the rhapsodically romantic hills; splashed your divinely countenance in water; freshly tumbling from the carpets of blue sky.

Currently your life was just a life; unveiling lackadaisically with the fading times; trudging pathetically through a land which was sinking with the gloomy second,
While I was waiting for that moment; when it blissfully blossomed into a perpetual relationship; exultating in the full fledged flavor of celestial existence.

And Currently your heart was just a heart; palpitating to the tunes of survival; as you aimlessly groped into a tunnel of gruesome blackness; while the rest of the world marched outside,
While I was waiting for the moment; when your sacred chest immortally radiated the beats of love; bonded with the person it yearned for and cherished; galloping towards the rays of a fantastic beginning.