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

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by Nikhil Parekh

anger and frustration,

  Used all paraphernalia they could lay their hands on to dismantle it; it still stood like rock unmoved by the proceedings.

  It had withstood the severest of test on umpteenth an occasion; without yielding to pressures of ostentation and society,

  And grew more formidable, as the prejudiced tried to crush it; the dictators tried to capture it; and the opulent tried to purchase it,

  It had remained as fresh as a new born for centuries unprecedented; it possessed the immortal blessings of God,

  O! yes it was indeed the one and only invincible pillar of love.

  44. THE PUNCH

  When I punched a bag replete with mud; overflowing to the brim with bountiful

  food grain,

  There flew tones of dust in the still air; of which some it settled on my nose;

  partially obscuring my vision.

  When I punched an inflated balloon in its midriff; infinite molecules of gas escaped in fury,

  There was an obstreperous sound produced; which almost ripped apart intricate

  arenas of my eardrum.

  When I punched the colossal sized melon with my fists; the shell broke open

  into incommensurate halves,

  A myriad of fleshy splinters flew everywhere in the air; and the slimy juice languidly cascaded down my immaculate face.

  When I punched the solid baked brick; exerting tumultuous pressure against its navel,

  Shards of disdainful concrete entered my crystalline eye; along with a series of fracture that enveloped my knuckle.

  When I punched the heavyweight champion in the solar plexus; there was a myriad of fetid sweat droplets that stung me with alacrity,

  His esteem got thoroughly provoked; and he pulverized me to dust displaying his overpowering brawn.

  When I punched biscuits of pure gold; glittering impeccably in the enchanting

  moonshine,

  My fingers acquired faint tinges of yellow; and I profoundly regretted the wastage

  that I had produced.

  When I punched the venomous reptile that hung from the tree; trying to

  frivolously fondle with its skin,

  The monster bared its fangs in vindication; hissing vociferously and eventually inserting its deadly poison in my flesh.

  When I punched the assembly of scintillating mirror; it diffused into a myriad

  of minuscule fragments,

  My reflection now appeared comically distorted; and droplets of crimson blood

  oozed from my palms as an aftermath.

  When I punched the power horn in the truck; applying unrelenting pressure from

  my wrists,

  There was a deafening noise that was produced; instantly overpowering the

  natural ethos prevailing in atmosphere.

  And finally when I punched my heart; using the full power of my hands,

  There echoed only once voice; there seemed only one face; and there seemed

  only one God; and all of them were my mesmerizing beloved.

  45. BLOTCHES

  I sprinkled bountiful water on the cluster of tree leaves; granting their surface a scintillating radiance and shine,

  Yet they developed disdainful blotches of dust on their persona; as the rustic wind blew in wild draughts.

  I polished the marble with moulds of wax and feathery sponge; continued to do

  so until it glistened,

  Yet it developed a series of blue blotches; as the toddlers unwittingly spilled globules of writing ink.

  I wore a crisp cotton shirt entwined with threads of white silk in the morning; meticulously wiping of all the dirt with my snake brush,

  Yet it developed a blend of obnoxious blotches; as the tyranny of Sun and perspiration overpowered me in entirety.

 

  I voraciously scrubbed the wall using a lather of antiseptic foam; scrupulously cleansing all the unwanted grime,

  Yet it developed infinite blotches and irregular scars minutes later; as the

  cars traversing blew a load of contaminated gutter water.

  I tenaciously rubbed the interiors of the cloistered well using battens of steel; made sure that the grease and stale algae was thoroughly annihilated,

  Yet the surface developed blotches of black mud along with a fleet of incorrigible termite; as a few nights passed by.

  I rigorously scraped all the mud from the Temple bells; making their demeanor

  sparkle in the midday Sun,

  Yet they developed a plethora of blotches juxtaposed with ghastly stains; as

  scores of devotees incessantly rang them creating a pandemonium.

  I delicately chiseled streaks of condensed clay from my fingernail; to render

  it with a salubrious complexion,

  Yet it developed painted blotches stuffed with trapped particles; a few hours

  after I consumed my meal of boiled rice.

  I stringently brushed my bare bruise with a concoction of medicinal balm and

  ointment; to eradicate prevailing infection,

  Yet it developed hostile blotches; seconds later when it was exposed to acerbic atmosphere.

  I adroitly brushed off briquettes of soil from my pet dogs skin; bathing him

  in a tub replete with soapy foam,

  Yet he developed irrevocable blotches of green on his skin; after rolling uninhibitedly in the grass.

  It was now the turn of my beloved; I made her stand in the most blistering of

  fire; the most savage of oceans; the most lecherous of society,

  She withstood the test with tumultuous endurance; escaped without a single

  indentation on all occasions; facing an army of acrimonious tests in her life,

  And the most astounding thing was; she didn’t acquire any scars; her heart was

  as pure as gold; her character immaculate and her conscience was free of the remotest of blotch.

  46. LIGHT OF LOVE

  The light diffusing from the sun was stupendously dazzling in the morning;

  gaining profound intensity by the onset of afternoon,

  Although as the hours zipped by; the same Sun set behind the mountains; with

  its brilliant rays now transiting into pathetic Black.

  The light emanating from the moon was an immaculate white; subtly illuminating

  the darkness of the night;

  Although as the first hours of dawn stealthily crept in; the moonlight simply faded; without leaving a single trace.

  The light radiating from the high voltage bulb was wholesomely flamboyant;

  piercing with stringent velocity through particles of gloom,

  Although when I merely caressed the switch with my fingers; it abruptly shut

  up without the slightest of struggle.

  The light diffusing from the volcano was belligerent and hostile; torching all

  the animate that came in proximity,

  Although when the tremors subsided; the same sparkle got submerged in clouds

  of insipid smoke.

  The light emerging from traffic signals appeared scintillating; blending

  perfectly with the flurry of traffic traversing the roads at nights,

  Although the contraption failed to produce the same effects in the morning;

  when the natural shine of the sun overwhelmingly took over.

  The light originating from the stars was silvery in complexion; besieging the

  ambience with an enchanting mysticism,

  Although when came the next morning; there was no sign of the light as well as

  the galaxy of prominent stars.

  The light ejecting out from the mountain stream was a juxtaposition of several

  colors; as the sunrays punctured it,

  Although it vanished into oblivion as nightfall took its toll on the day.

  The light arising from the computer screen was creamy and fluorescent;

  enticing the mundane man with lots of ease,

>   Although when I punched the button to a position of closure; there was a dull

  background of gray that flooded my eyes.

  The light emitting from the sky was sapphire blue; with blissful tinges of golden,

  Although the same was sighted as ominously black; with the thunder clouds

  hovering around.

  And the light of our love was as everlasting as the fragrance of God,

  It radiated a perpetual immortal glow; which neither faded in darkness; not

  disappeared in the brightest of light.

  47. THE SEA OF LOVE

  When I was drowning in a sea of grease; I felt severely asphyxiated,

  Indispensable breath seemed to be relinquishing my body fast; I also felt the

  unbearable stench inundate my nose.

  When I was drowning in a sea of blood; I felt a sickening feeling strangulate

  my intestines,

  There was a deathly red color that camouflaged my vision in entirety; and the

  desire to live now seemed to be dwindling in my persona.

  When I was drowning in a sea of fuming acid; umpteenth pores on my skin got

  horrendously charred,

  I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer; the heat finally overpowered me choking my breath.

  When I was drowning in a sea of silvery sand; clogged balls of mud stuck

  intransigently to my silhouette,

  The colossal burden of soil seemed preposterously bulky to bear; and I emancipated breath with loud sighs and groans.

  When I was drowning in a sea of red wine; I initially relished the aroma and

  ravishing taste,

  However as minutes unleashed themselves rapidly; the same elixir became a

  profound nuisance; and I succumbed disparagingly.

  When I was drowning in a sea of obnoxious petrol; the gasoline left me

  helpless with a piquant feeling,

  I prayed to the creator for granting me reprieve from my plethora of misdeeds;

  but in the end halted my cells from functioning after entering rampantly in my

  body.

  When I was drowning in a sea

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