incoherent design of white dots then inhabited my face; scores of flies and cupid ants stuck like true stalwarts to my demeanor.
And when I sliced my heart open with the most sharpest of blade; crimson blood gushed out at exhilarating speeds,
It contained bold traces of the girl I immensely loved; the celestial image of the mother from whom I was born.
14. EXPURGATIONS
The disdainful gutters; expurgated tons of sewage every unveiling day; producing an unbearable stench which infiltrated the fragrant surroundings,
The parrot green blades of grass; expurgated dew drops at the onset of evanescent dawn; shimmering magnificently in the temperate sunshine,
The exhausted body; expurgated a million drops of sweat; slowly trickling down the bushy eyebrows,
The fountain pen; expurgated sapphire ink when pressed; granting intricate shape to a jugglery of words,
The colossal mountains; expurgated droplets of snow in chilly winter; which cascaded down their slopes in unparalleled jubilation,
The mystical nightingale; expurgated melodious sounds as it opened its slender throat; flooding the ambience with its deliciously sweet music,
The ominous clouds in the sky; expurgated torrential rain; quenching the insatiable thirst of the parched ground,
The monstrous trucks on the road; expurgated obnoxious smoke; prompting suffocation in innocuously passing pedestrians,
The sensitive filament of bulb; expurgated brilliant light; illuminating the gruesome darkness in the solitary street,
The animate inhabiting terrestrial earth; expurgated feces as the first activity before commencing the new day,
The lizard on the wall; expurgated hostile blood at the occupants; when provoked and slashed by the same,
The celestial body of the Sun; expurgated sizzling rays; fumigating the conglomerate of dirt on earth,
The bunch of entangled rose; expurgated tantalizing fragrance; tickling the most ruthless of individuals,
The salty waves of the boundless ocean; expurgated dead fish on the shores; killed mercilessly by fishermen and fiery storms,
The resplendent rainbow in the cosmos; expurgated a plethora of colors; glistening in the splendor of pouring rain,
The striped panther philandering through the jungle; expurgated a domineering growl; announcing its presence to all animals in vicinity,
The ones suffering from lethal cancer; expurgated precious blood; struggling every unleashing minute to stay alive,
The eyes of my mother; expurgated tears of incredible exultation when I was born,
The nostrils incorporated in every human; expurgated humid breath; necessary to sustain life,
And the indefatigable heart imprisoned in my chest; expurgated love for the ones it cared for; the girl it unrelentingly loved.
15. SHE LOVED HER BABY MORE THAN SHE LOVED HER GOD
She hurled him high in the air; exuberantly catching him in her safe arms,
Suckled him passionately with her milk; harnessing his tiny form with her warmth,
Played with him incessantly; instructing him how to unwind the soft toy train,
Cleansed his mischievous face frequently of mud and blotted ink,
Held his fragile fingers firmly in hers; trying to inculcate in him the art of walking,
Tickled him voraciously on his belly; which prompted him to incoherently giggle; displaying fresh buds of his newly formed teeth,
Placed him in the bathtub filled with heaps of flocculent foam; thoroughly scrubbing his minuscule silhouette,
Gave him a honey soother to chew; in order to facilitate the metamorphosis of his teeth,
Rubbed his supple body with emollient olive oil; basking him in the full light of the Sun,
Applied black lining of mascara on his drooping eyelashes; to accentuate his huge crystal eyes,
Tied jingling chains to his feet; which produced a tinkling sound as he ran,
Taught him the indispensability of language; with a bulky book of articulate alphabets lying by her side,
Scrupulously changed his yellow diaper; as he had a habit of intermittently wetting,
Sprinkled tons of aromatic powder on his arms; attempting to make his somber complexion multiple shades fairer,
Placed him amidst an island of inflated balloon; which he inadvertently pinched; and was dumbfounded on hearing the thunderous noise produced thereafter,
Fed him with a pulverized curry of milk and fresh corn; at painstaking speeds; for him to digest the same with ease,
Cuddled his shock of curly hair entwining her fingers; combed it after giving him a revitalizing massage,
Took him out in the spongy grass to play; introducing him to a cluster of new children,
Wiped his tears with her tender lips; when he unrelentingly cried; pacified him by singing melodious rhymes,
Kept all doors locked; providing him a formidable enclosure to inhabit; saving his innocuous form; from hideous eyes of the evil,
She loved her baby more than she loved her God;
Gave him his last feed of sumptuous milk; before putting him of to a blissful slumber.
16. TOUCH
When I dared to touch the fiery and pugnacious ball of Sun; I got instantly electrocuted,
All the animate cells in my body got mercilessly charred; and I was decimated to a residue of finely chiseled black powder.
When I inadvertently touched acid bubbling in the dark crucible; my hands were rendered lifeless by the impact,
Loud screams of anguish echoed from my mouth; water globules rolled down my cheek; as I possessed insipid capacity to bear the pain.
When I touched red chili sprouting from the soil with my hands; there was a disdainful rash that spread on my skin,
Sizzling currents of electricity rain down my spine; succeeded by a feeling of sudden blindness in my eyes; as some of it had managed to enter the same.
When I touched bare wires of light with the rain pelting down; my body shook like a torrential volcano,
The conglomerate of my teeth chattered incessantly; and I fell down on the ground unconscious; inaudibly crying for water.
When I touched frozen ice strewn in abundance on slopes of the colossal mountain range; I felt my blood slightly freeze,
My hands went partially numb with sheer inability to move; and there was no sensation even when I punctured them with hot needles.
When I touched the aromatic elixir of petrol; there arose a deplorable stench in the air,
I was soon battling for life; encompassed in entirety by hostile flames; as someone in vicinity had alighted a matchstick.
When I gently touched the serrated green skin of the alligator; mistaking it for a jeweled fantasy island,
The beast made no mistakes; instead scrupulously dismantled my flesh from bone; before devouring me as a relishing meal.
When I touched wild blades of African grass standing tall at the equator; I felt inevitable sensations of itching besieging my persona,
Blotches of red soon enveloped my innocuous face; small rivulets of blood trickled down; as an aftermath of the raw scratching.
When I touched strongly blended white adhesive paint; presuming it to be frosty milk,
My palms irrevocably stuck to the concoction; and inspite of Herculean effort from my side; I was simply unable to free my grip.
And eventually when I touched her lips; wound my arms around her in an air tight embrace;
All my obstacles seemed to be vanquished; it was as if I was in the middle of a grandiloquent reverie; with the bond of our love growing perpetually stronger; as the minutes unleashed.
17. WINGS OF LOVE
I wanted to fly high in the blue sky on the wings of love;
Traversing through balls of white cotton clouds; listening to the mellifluous chirping of birds,
Having a silent peep at the blazing Sun; admiring its enchanting and radiant shine,
Bathing in the unrelenting rain pelting down; trying to catch the tiny
droplets in my palms,
Watching atrocious airplanes whizzing past me at electric speeds; invading the serenity of the atmosphere,
Confronting chilly draughts of breeze as I proceeded; occasional flakes of snow caressing my hair,
The horizon appearing just at arms lengths from my body; as if the Sun was ready to gobble me for supper,
Earthly inhabitation infinite kilometers away from my sight; with a panoramic view of the towering mountains,
The innocuous white of my skin transiting to scarlet red; as gusty winds rushed across in fury,
A fleet of twinkling stars staring down at me in pin drop silence; preparing to shimmer in the night,
Thunderous black clouds obliterating me completely from visions of earth,
The only food being; a blend of white and colored air inundating my mouth,
The need for water not arising; in the bitter cold and freezing sheets of wind,
With me somersaulting several times on my back; viewing the sky in ecstasy walking upside down,
A feeling of reverence; feeling the divine Creator in whispering distances of my silhouette,
There was no pollution; adulteration; not even the faintest trace of civilization as I flew,
The open conglomerate of sky and space besieging me in a vice like grip,
Simply not a soul to disturb me throughout the long day; the tenacious light of the moon engulfing me in darkness,
I remembered my close affiliates; siblings; and most importantly the spell binding cadence of her voice,
As I flew still higher in the sky; on the wings of perpetual love.
18. THERE WAS NOTHING BORN ON EARTH
There was nothing born on earth; whiter than frosty white cow milk,
There was nothing born on earth; saltier than the saline sea,
There was nothing born on earth; redder than the intensely emollient scarlet rose,
There was nothing born on earth; more green than the blades of grass protruding from fresh soil,
There was nothing born on earth; purer than crystal spray of water cascading down the mountain,
There was nothing born on earth; more pungent than piquant slices of red chili,
There was nothing born on earth; more transparent than the human eye,
There was nothing born on earth; more sensitive than the throbbing heart,
There was nothing born on earth; more rotten than raw pig manure,
There was nothing born on earth; more effusive than a flurry of tears dribbling down the cheek,
There was nothing born on earth; more tenacious than resplendently strong beams of the moon,
There was nothing born on earth; more reinvigorating than a glass of natural coconut water,
There was nothing born on earth; more supple than the skin of an innocuous infant,
There was nothing born on earth; more eloquent than the mesmerizing voice of the nightingale,
There was nothing born on earth; more sweeter than succulent sticks of farm sugarcane,
There was nothing born on earth; more handsome than the majestically swirling electric blue dolphin,
There was nothing born on earth; more provoking than a helpless cry,
There was nothing born on earth; more thorny than the king cactus extruding from silver desert mud,
There was nothing born on earth; more slippery than the glistering sand,
There was nothing born on earth; more vociferous than the growl of the panther,
There was nothing born on earth; more dominating than the inner voice of the conscience,
There was nothing born on earth; more benevolent than serving mankind,
There was nothing born on earth; more beautiful than a persons mother,
There was nothing born on earth; more powerful than the Creator,
And there was nothing born on earth; more invincible than true love.
19. WHEN I WROTE HER NAME
When I wrote her name with light fountain ink; on the naked parchment of white paper,
It appeared almost invisible; failed to portray the fervent intensity of our romance.
When I inscribed her name on the walls; using exquisite quality of floral paints,
There emanated an ethereal fragrance of flower; although it failed to highlight the main ingredient of our love.
When I scribbled her name on the slippery beach sands; using a chiseled twig,
The calligraphy embossed looked amusing; although it soon got washed in entirety by the gushing waves.
When I painted her name on scintillating glass; using vibrant strokes of steel gray,
The printing was so scrupulous and neat; that it miserably failed to depict the tenacity of our relationship.
When I wrote her name on the black board; using a cylindrical stick of expensive chalk,
It appeared clear and bold; although it couldn’t yet provoke even the slightest of sentiment; and the professor soon scrubbed it clean with his duster.
When I embedded her name on a triangular biscuit of gold; using my switchblade knife,
It appeared grandiloquently studded; although it gave our love a look of ostentatious flattery.
When I symmetrically carved her name on the soft tree bark; using the corrugated drill,
It appeared astoundingly clear from a far distance; although it failed to convey our immortality; as the next second a nomad chopped it down.
When I incorporated her name on the voluptuous cake; using an icing of aromatic peppermint,
It looked romantically enticing; although it couldn’t display the essence of our romance; soon lost its charm as a battalion of ants and insets crawled all over.
When I painstakingly penned her name on glittering diamonds; using a solution of shimmering silver,
It appeared kingly and aristocratic; although it failed to highlight the hardships we had undergone to make our love an intransigent success.
And when I wrote her name on my chest; using rusty nails and a gleaming blade,
Pools of blood dribbled down my ribs; rendering me virtually unconscious; but this time it spoke fathomless volumes of our immense dedication,
With each droplet of blood; reflecting the unconquerable tenacity of our everlasting love.
20. BOUNCE
When I banged a ball of spongy rubber on the ground; it bounced a few times with insipid fervor,
Rising a few inches from the ground; displaying a thoroughly lackluster performance.
When I threw a rotund ball of solid stone on polished floor; it bounced negligibly; producing a thunderous noise when it collided,
Unable to rise even a centimeter above the ground; languidly rolling as if about to be indiscreetly kicked.
When I released a ball of pure crystal from unprecedented heights of the edifice; it diffused into infinite splinters of acerbic powder,
There was no question of it bouncing; as it reduced to complete shambles; and the loss incurred was substantial.
When I hurled a ball of obdurate leather on the silver façade of glass; it zipped through like a fiery rocket,
Bouncing with nonchalant exuberance after striking the floor; and there was a rotten fragrance of leather that disparagingly originated.
When I banged a ball of flocculent cotton on the muddy road; it blended magnificently with the ocean of dirt,
It simply refrained to bounce; and flimsy wisps of satin flakes drifted in the air.
When I banged a ball ornately stitched with a plethora of crimson rose petal; there was not a trace of the faintest of bounce,
The blissful leaves were squashed into a miserable pulp; and colored juice dribbled; forming tiny rivulets on the ground.
When I threw a ball of wet mud high in the air; it settled on the ground with a dull thud,
Umpteenth molecules of loose dirt cascaded all over; and the bounce was intensely sporadic before it died.
When I voraciously banged a ball of hot iron against car metal; it ripped apart the intricate d
emeanor,
Traversing at swashbuckling speeds like a fired bullet; it was too heavy to bounce and virtually sunk deep.
When I banged a ball of malevolent hatred on the floor; it assassinated alongwith itself scores of impeccable individuals,
Propagating enmity in races of mixed color; instigating rampant incidences of uncurbed violence; without bouncing the slightest whisker.
And when I eventually banged the ball of love against the most roughest of surface; it bounced as high as the sky,
Kept bouncing even after striking the ground several times;
It was the bounce of flexibility; the bounce of perpetual bondage and sharing; which had its spirits soaring handsome in the clouds; with the Creator to shower his blessings and perennially protect it.
21. SWITCH OF THE AIR-CONDITIONER PLEASE
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