Life = Death - volume 3 - Poems on Life , Death
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Tell me why are grass blades parrot green,?
Cloud mass hindered by skyscrapers in street?
Tell me why is bread coated with peanut butter,?
Cow slaughtered in abattoirs for beef?
Tell me why do rich sip black cocktail drink,?
Unclothed urchins breathe in dilapidated garbage?
Tell me why are curved shells on sand beaches,?
Innocent heads get beheaded in car crash?
Tell me why do we perceive stabs of pain,?
Fall deep in sleep at the onset of night?
Tell me why do we transit from youth to old,?
Collapse in a heap when hungry for food?
Tell me why does heart throb fast,?
There is a purpose in life when we love?
Tell me why did God create man,?
Only to snatch him away from realms of earth??
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23. STAGES OF A DAY?
Yogic exercise with heavy breathing,?
drenching of self with tepid water,?
chanting of prayers in murky light,?
complete visualization of tasks performed,?
cup of frosty scalding tea at dawn,?
sizzling breakfast at peak of sunrise,?
a glass of crushed carrot juice,?
with few milligrams of vitamin extract,?
followed by a game of long tennis in evergreen lawns,?
fast rides in bullet proof sports car,?
zipping across snowy landscapes at inches from ground,?
few hours of concentrated work at office,?
pure vegetable meal at noontime,?
packed warm in hi tech aluminum foil,?
succeeded by perpetual sound doze,?
on cushioned chair overlooking a stream,?
attentive discourse evening sessions,?
equally speedy return to place of dwelling,?
a game of chess with multi-chipped computer,?
wiping of sweat with moist cologne tissue,?
a ravishing night meal of mixed steak and red wine,?
few hours watching television,?
followed by rigorous walk in lush green grass,?
accompanied by solving crossword puzzles,?
and a thunderous collapse on the foam mattress,?
with all energy converted to loud snores,?
is how I would like to live a single day.?
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24. RESIDUE?
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When I boiled squalid mushroom and glittering diamonds together in a cauldron;
placing it above crackling flames of the fire,
The residue obtained contained profound traces of radiating yellow; annihilating even the most minuscule trace of the black vegetable.
When I boiled fetid sewage along with fragrant petals of crimson rose; above
the naked flames of the stove,
The residue obtained had no sight of dirt; all It emanated was an Omnipotent
essence of the flower.
When I boiled ominous scorpion sting with innocuous butter; roasting the same
over long rods of blistering iron,
The residue obtained looked as brilliant as the sacerdotal body of Sun; and there were simply no signs of the lethal poison.
When I boiled extracts of the tarnished politicians speech with the martyrs blood; simmering it on the smoke rising from the cooking range,
The residue obtained had an overwhelming aroma of the valiant soldier; with
every scrap of the leader's notes dying an instantaneous death.
When I boiled acrimonious thorns along with velvety blades of grass; shaking
the mixture profusely over the chimney fire,
The residue obtained had stringently acquired an accentuated olive color of grass; and the pointed shoots were now converted into soft sponge as an aftermath.
When I boiled obnoxious petrol along with gallons of fresh liquid; placing the
same above a conflagration of seasoned timber sticks,
The residue obtained was as impeccable as spring water; with the pugnacious
odor of the gasoline drowning a ghastly death.
When I boiled parasitic leech along with the succulent cherry; placing them on
a conglomerate of scorching leaves,
The residue obtained was as scarlet as evanescent dawn; with a mesmerizing
smell of the fruit wafting in the air; and all signs of the worm disappearing into slim oblivion.
When I boiled frozen cubes of ice along with repugnant green chili; placing the same in boiler room of a ship,
The residue obtained contained bountiful rivulets of water; with the animosity of the hostile weed melting inevitably with the ice.
When I boiled omnipresent God along with the diabolical devil; placing them
under fiery rays of the rising Sun,
The residue in store was the omniscient Creator standing tall and domineering
emitting his perpetual scent; with the satanic monster pulverized to
inconspicuous ash.
And when I boiled love with prejudiced hatred; keeping the same to burn in sweltering heat of the desert,
The residue obtained had fathomless waves of perennial love; naturally overshadowing anecdotes of baseless abhorrence.?
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25. IF EVER I HAD THE PRIVILEGE?
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If ever I had the privilege of being a sandstone castle; with palatial walls overlooking the flowing river,
I would make sure that all urchins residing on the street; would get adequate shelter from uncouth winter and inclement rain.
If ever I had the privilege of being a star in the sky; with Black wisps of
clouds ominously hovering around,
I would make sure that I shone tenaciously all night; illuminating the lives of the impoverished with gargantuan rays of hope.
If ever I had the privilege of being a mammoth elephant; with majestic white
tusks protruding prominently from my trunk,
I would make sure that I transported all monkeys to escalating treetops; fight vehemently against savage hunters to protect the jungle.
If ever I had the privilege of being the fathomless ocean; with swirling waves
colliding vociferously against the rocks,
I would make sure that all the aquatic life impregnated remained intact; the waters were completely bereft of the slightest of adulteration.
If ever I had the privilege of being an inflated balloon; with a plethora of gaudy strings dangling merrily from my belly,
I would make sure that I tossed and bounced boisterously amidst crippled infants; lighting their faces with an everlasting smile.
If ever I had the privilege of being an incoherent lump of rock salt; with a piquant odor emanating from my persona,
I would make sure that I inundate all those dishes of bland food; with sumptuous amounts of taste.
If ever I had the privilege of being a long beaked bird; with clawed feet protruding from my slender skinned legs,
I would make sure that I chirped melodiously to placate starved eardrums; guard my eggs against nefarious evil all throughout the chilly night.
If ever I had the privilege of being a conglomerate of clouds in the sky; possessing a tinge of hideous black,
I would make sure that I rained when it mattered the most; ensuring that all animate on earth were saved from the onslaught of drought.
If ever I had the privilege of being a foliated tree; with infinite branches extruding from my tapered trunk,
I would make sure that I sprinkled currency and fruits in commensurate proportions; so that no one in vicinity died of savage starvation.
And if ever by stroke of ben
evolent fortune I had the privilege of being a man; with the virtue to perceive embedded in my soul,
I would make sure that I unrelentingly loved the person of my dreams; and instill the same with equanimity in every human traversing on mother earth.
26. NOTHING IN THIS WORLD?
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Nothing in this world can substitute the Sun; its fiery rays wholesomely
sizzling cloistered portions of Earth,
Man tried hard to invent electricity; but languid beams of the bulb miserably failed to make an impact in front of the celestial body.
Nothing in this world can substitute the river; its mesmerizing flow between the pathway of cobbled stones,
Man tried hard to bathe in luke warm pond of distilled water; but it pathetically floundered to provide him the rejuvenation he badly needed; the tingling sensations he desired to entrench him entirety.
Nothing in this world can substitute the bird; its vivacious flight in an ambience of silken complexioned clouds,
Man tried hard to evolve the aircraft; but its discordantly whirring noise; the overwhelming commotion it produced while cruising through air; was simply unable to match the flight of the feathered monster.
Nothing in this world can substitute the rose; its ravishing redolence that stimulated infinite scores of nostrils trespassing in vicinity,
Man tried hard to blend exotic perfumes; bottle the concentrates in Swanky bottles for display; but their essence gruesomely failed to make an impression; and their odor subsided with an intensity faster than it had arisen.
Nothing in this world can substitute the mountains; the stupendously panoramic
view of the cascading waterfalls and steep gorges,
Man tried hard to construct palatial resorts; embellishing the same with a host of contemporary amenities; but the garish concrete appeared as a speck of inconspicuous dust in the backdrop of the mystical valley.
Nothing in this world can substitute snow; the immaculate globules of white crystals embedded splendidly on the jagged rocks,
Man tried hard to form ice in meticulous trays; but the monotonously molded cubes; looked utterly disparaging when compared with the undulating bedsheets of frozen water sprawled in tandem on the hills.
Nothing in this world can substitute the Neem tree; its herbal branches dangling holistically; its myriad of corrugated sticks used for scrupulously cleaning teeth,
Man tried hard to use the toothbrush; but its insipid bristles dithered from evacuating dirt; displayed abashing signs of collapse after being used just for a few number
of times.
Nothing in this world can substitute the pearl; its immortal ramifications that besiege the atmosphere after popping out from the slimy oyster,
Man tried hard to chisel intricate jewelry; polish it tenaciously till it sparkled; but its glow perished gradually with the fading of time; and the lackadaisical ornament refrained to incarcerate attention a month after wearing.
Nothing in this world can substitute truth; the omnipotent power in its voice; the everlasting spirit it succeeds in portraying,
Man tried hard to speak lies; dexterously hide his fallacies by leaning towards malice; but in the end he was completely devoured in the radiance of righteousness; the perennial brilliance of truth.
And nothing in this world can substitute love; the fervor generated by its mere caress; the unfathomable pleasure of being imprisoned by the same,
Man tried hard to but it superfluously with fat wads of currency; baselessly threw exorbitant opulence to experience the same; but in the end realized that a single passionate beat of his heart was enough to evoke; what his entire treasury of wealth had failed to purchase.
27. MONDAY TO SUNDAY?
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The joints in my body ached and groaned; my head pulsated like a volcano about to fulminate,
The shrill ringing of the alarm clock had disrupted all signs of blissful sleep; caused an uncanny panic to circulate through my veins,
As I stretched my shoulders disdainfully; took the acrimonious rays of the Sun directly in my eyes; tread my feet nonchalantly on the ground to get ready for
the office on MONDAY.?
The lids of my eye felt as if they would inevitably shut; the skin encompassing my ankles looked bruised and swollen,
The chords of my heart were throbbing turbulently; every draught of breath cascaded down my nostrils agonizingly,
As I got dressed at the brink of the hour; to drop the kids to school; present my spurious smiles to the outside world on the TUESDAY.?
The strands of my hair appeared ruffled; an incongruous stubble extruded from
my cheeks,
The exteriors of my lips were mercilessly chapped; pangs of hunger leapt animatedly in my stomach as an aftermath of indigestion,
As I kissed my wife disparagingly on her cheek; made a beeline for the conference; with my socks worn upside down; on the WEDNESDAY.?
The armpits in my body emanated a horrendous stench; earth shattering dreams
resonated vibrantly through my mind,
My body tossed and turned wildly before awakening; the rings engulfing my neck
had transited into an ungainly black,
As I feverishly brushed my teeth with brackish toothpaste sped to the airport
in my silver Mercedes, and my tie nearly strangulating my breath on the THURSDAY.?
The nerves in my ears had become numb to sound; people in vicinity struck my
eyes as an obfuscated blur,
The stairs I descended down seemed like colossal mountains; deafening sneezes
occurring sporadically made me feel inherently weak,
As I sat down like a bombastic demon; pale smoke of the cigarette wafting from
my mouth striking my adversary; in the breakfast meeting on the FRIDAY.?
The rays of hope were silently stirring in my soul; tinges of exuberance seemed to be taking partial control of my speech,
The images of surreal fantasy were painstakingly enveloping my mind; an insatiable nervousness was boisterously bursting through my knuckles,
As nostalgic memories of my family profoundly lingered in my heart; and the
plane prepared to caress the tarmac of my country on the SATURDAY.?
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The hour of my freedom had eventually arrived; the ticking of the clock miserably floundered to make the slightest of impact on my thunderous snores,
The beams of dawn had never seemed so pleasant before; the voice of my wife had never seemed so enchanting,
As I got up languidly from my sleep; executed a yawn larger than my dwelling;
embraced my children; my new found freedom; ebulliently on the SUNDAY.?
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28. HUMAN HEART?
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No complications; not even the slightest trace of mystery engulfing it,
No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of salacious lechery embedded in it,
No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling of racism encompassing it,
No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound emanating from it,
No flattery; not even the tiniest space of sanctimonious thought enveloping it,
No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota of debauchery penetrating it,
No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of vindictive belligerence embodied in it,
No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation lingering close to it,
No pompousness; not even the thinn
est cloud of formality entrapped in it,
No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of rampant massacre encapsulating it,
No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of worthlessly being something encircling it,
No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of perilous old age permeating it,
No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations of betrayal puncturing it,
No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of glitterati hovering around it,
No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of deplorable gloom circulating around it,
No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty design circumventing it,
No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and retreat entrenching it,
No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones affecting it,
No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at nightfall ceasing or having any impact on it,