Hide and Seek - part 5 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems

by Nikhil Parekh

of a sleeping leopard,

  tickled his upright ears with silken camouflage of Falcon feather,

  left a plethora of red ant to wander around his slimy nose,

  kicked his rear playfully with swashbuckling strokes of my feet,

  the beast roared ferociously, jolted from arena's of blissful sleep,

  devoured me like an insect, relishing a meal of soft tender bone.

  when i vindictively pinched blissfully asleep tunnels of my heart,

  poked my ribs with icy cold vegetable of carrot,

  turbulent voices advocated my penchant for everlasting freedom,

  a mystical aura radiated from my wheatish face,

  i wanted to smile with pumped exuberance for the remaining quota of life,

  before blending my ashes with the mundane playground of earth.

  2. ANECDOTES OF FANTASY

  When i feel happy and bustling with youth,

  the atmosphere sprinkled with petals of palpable emotion,

  i embrace semicircular pillars of white stone with a vice like grip.

  when i feel besieged with waves of despondence,

  inflated bubbles of energy pierced with daggers of revenge,

  i stare nonchalantly at clouds swimming in the sky.

  when i feel exhausted with mounting tasks of the day,

  clothes soaked wet in pools of dripping sweat,

  i suspend my feet in salty water of the ferocious sea.

  when i feel pangs of hunger striking walls of long intestine,

  dreary body frame succumbs to an unnatural siesta ,

  i stretch my mouth palette wide to swallow large chunks of roasted potato.

  when i feel tickled rolling in languid blades of grass,

  grey lizards traverse rough barks of live tree wood,

  i inhale air in lungs, scream in ecstasy flexing vocal chords deep down my throat.

  when my fingers swell with incessant clinging to fountain pen,

  mental imagery fluctuates in relation to school text load,

  i massage both palms vigorously with herbal turmeric balm.

  when i fly in the aircraft at unsurpassable heights from ground,

  the flight steward serves tall beer mugs of juice,

  i feel like floating in blue air of the bare sky,

  with my body strapped firmly to chords of parachute.

  when i feel the world frantically running after me,

  there exists no peace at all quarters of the city,

  i enclose myself in soundproof walls of my submarine,

  listen to melodious tunes of Egyptian music.

  when i envisage the poor shivering in icy winds of winter,

  stunningly rich trading wealth in polished glass walls of the kingly casino,

  i feel like distributing minuscule fractions of their affluence,

  to my human counterparts on the brink of extinction.

  3. ANGELS OF THE SKY

  They floated like inflated gas balloons,

  bounced to and fro between the earth and sky,

  leapt from amazing height of the castle tower,

  drowned deep in remote galleries of the blue ocean,

  walked through crackling flames producing blistering heat,

  ate needle thorn with coats of salt for evening supper,

  drove their cars suspended in air ,evading cumbersome jams,

  closed their breaths for abnormal hours without traces of suffocation,

  transformed the patches of earth on which they tread into sticks of gold,

  held out their hands for scorpions to sting,

  took bath in fuming acid at the rise of handsome dawn,

  inscribed the names of their beloved on flesh with rusty knife,

  chewed the hardest of bone with nonchalant ease,

  devoured atom bomb shell like flavored candy cakes,

  scored cent percent marks in every single grade,

  bludgeoned their way, unhurt amidst an ambience of indiscreet gunfire,

  swam with the elegance of a white shark through the red sea,

  were invisible in the brightest sunlight of the day,

  danced all throughout the night without a single spell of enchanting sleep,

  they had existed since millions of calendar year,

  in secret domains beyond silver grey outlines of the rain cloud,

  even before the first sign of life wept on this earth,

  some millions years prior to man's creation,

  their awesome power was simply unparalleled,

  they always wore satin robes of spotless white,

  they christened themselves as angels of the sky

  4. ATTIRE

  i wore spiked shoe with projecting porcupine thorn,

  tread on the brittle surface of the frozen lake,

  breaking the harmony of the agglutinated chunks of ice.

  i wore a demon mask having scores of Dracula teeth,

  attached a hair wig composed of fiery needle,

  roamed in zebra striped suits, traversing the busy streets,

  thereby scaring groups of innocent children.

  i wore trousers made of threadbare rope,

  encapsulated my chest in jackets of rich straw,

  held wine jars in my hand containing pure incense stick,

  sat down to meditate with routine traffic whistling past my eyes.

  i wore a plastic coat made from stale polythene,

  triangular cap of cane possessing an army of irregular holes,

  nailed a big plus in the center of my broad chest,

  catered to a host of patients as the visiting doctor.

  i wore a suit stitched in exquisite quality silk,

  sparkling boots made of snake python leather,

  sprinkled my persona with gallons of whale perfume,

  pinned an enchanting red rose to my immaculate tie,

  sat with overwhelming peace in the plush interiors of the American coffee shop.