PART 2
8. CRAVINGS
9. WASHING TANK
10. TANGIBLE FORMS OF MUD
11. IF THE WORLD WAS UPSIDE DOWN
12. TAILS
13. TABLET OF SOAP
14. SWIMMING POOL
15. SWEAT
16. PERFECT EXAMPLES
17. SUN TEMPLE
18. STRINGS
19. STIMULATION
20. STEEL BIRD
21. SPEED BREAKER
22. SOUND
23. SORRY
24. SKIN
25. SKETCH IN NATURAL COLOR
26. SIGNALS
27. COUDROUY SHOES
28. SHAVEN SCALPS
29. 100 M SPRINT
30. TRAGEDY ON FOUR WHEELS
31. MY ADVENTURES OF THE JUNGLE
32. THE ART OF SHAVING
33. WHY DID HE
34. CLOUDBURST OF RAIN
35. SHADOW
36. DEFINITIONS
37. A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A BEGGAR
38. THE PLIGHT OF THE FOUR WINGED CANVAS
39. OBJECT OF DESIRE
40. BIZZARE ACT ON HUMANITY
41. OBSESSED TO SLEEP
42. UNCROWNED KING
43. I HAD, I DREAMT ,I MADE
44. A FULL DAY OF SUNSHINE
45. A GAME OF CHESS
46. ACNE
47. NATURAL DRINK
48. AN ACT OF BRUTALITY
49. ACTIONS
50. ADDICTION
1. SCENT AND SPICE
I consumed rice blended with fish curry,
added pinches of salt to exit from realms of bland taste.
i licked bare brick wall coated with sand plaster,
devoured spicy remains of natural plastic paint.
i trampled violently through fields of red pepper,
sprayed finely crushed powder in the vicinity of shivering tongue.
i swam at feverish pace in extreme salty solvent of the Caribbean sea,
wiped myself dry to feel allergic patches of faded red.
i pumped the air with a blend of perfume and green mustard seed,
sat for patient hours basking in a film of spicy atmosphere.
i rolled in clay mud sprinkled with pungent fertilizer,
smeared my wheatish face with semicircular cakes of flavored mud.
i sat on a cushion containing fermented yellow sour cream,
smelt of obnoxious odour all throughout the passing day.
i rubbed naked patches of my skin with hot repellant balms,
danced all day with thunder storms of ecstasy echoing through my eardrum.
i tore big chunks of orange ginger from tender branches of sapling,
drenched myself with a tumbler full of aromatic water.
i desired to breathe in an ambience of ravishing alligator perfume,
swim in colossal ponds of suspended salt for the remaining tenure of my life.
2. SCOLDING
The farmer gaped at crusts of dry brown earth,
acres of land lying fallow in merciless heat,
bountiful crop wilting under stringent light of the Sun,
crevices in land splitting wider by the zipping second,
he then scolded the plain regions of dark blue sky,
for not acquiring ominous tinges of violent grey.
the striped panther rested on moistened portions of land,
snoring chivalrously in a kingdom of celestial sleep,
visualizing a cluster of humans in thick flesh and blood,
pouch bellied kangaroo wiping its brutal teeth,
he then scolded dead rabbit meat, lying well tucked within the hollow of his stomach,
for ruining his perceptions of a royal sized meal.
drenched clothing hung on strong metal ropes,
soaked immensely in sweat and tap water,
fluttering sporadically with agitated outbursts of wind,
and the ambience consisting of dull murky light,
eventuality of thunder showers tumbling from the sky,
the wet shirts then scolded the Sun,
for not hissing fireballs of natural light,
thereby baking the humid persona of cloth with full round beams of Sunshine.
hordes of fish got infected with disease,
gasped for breath at great depths of the ocean,
lay strewn on the shore thrown by the exotic currents of waves,
the water showed traces of contamination,
black coats of oil and grease were found in gay abundance,
the aquatic family then scolded the impetuous humans,
for polluting its saline composition in the quest for displaying nuclear superiority.
he had simply no inhibitions,
lived life in high esteem and loads of respect,
inspite of not witnessing a single ray of light since birth,
executed all his tasks to immaculate perfection,
leaning heavily on his stick with stripes of white and red,
traversing miles of territory,
with an assemblage of gruesome blackness as his faithful companion,
he thought several times of scolding the creator like his counterpart mates
mentioned above,
although he refrained registering his complaint,
he possessed a rock solid opinion,
it was better to exist being obscured from light,
than not to live at all.
3. SEASIDE HUT
I lived all life in seaside hut,
with frothy spray bearing granules of salt,
dripping through octagon cavities of straw cane roof,
sheets of loose sand whistling past glass pane,
long tapered pine laden with juicy coconut,
showered in plenty with strong draughts of wind,
hairy crabs peeping from wet cocoons of sand,
royal horse carts making spiral journeys in coastal mud,
smart navy ships at obscure distances from humansight,
sleek motor boats churning through white waves,
plaintive wooden rafts with projecting fishing net,
mammoth piers of resistant timber, securing ship rope,
fiber glass stalls selling coconut flesh,
stray vendors mixing iced candy,
toddlers drilling awesome shapes in sand,
teenagers rubbing liquid sun tan lotion,
grey haired masses walking at brisk pace,
fleet of cranes sipping brackish water,
agilitic birds capsizing fish in moulded beak,
acrid sunlight heating ocean in day,
moonlit rays pacifying sea thirst at night,
huge assemblage of waters crashing against black rock,
with sea swelling in leaps and bounds,
in torrential agony of cloud rain,
and warm gulps of herbal tea,
I simply love my seaside hut.
4. SERIAL KILLER
The car shot at high speeds through deserted lanes,
trampling scraps of paper, bushy outgrowths of foliage,
zipping at speeds escalating by the minute,
leaving truck loads of plain golden dust behind.
his hands were smudged with cold blood,
sweatshirt of rich denim clung to his waist,
tinted strips of glass shielded his savage eyes,
stubby fingers poked from tightly stitched leather gloves,
bulging muscle almost tore his shirt sleeve,
streaks of sun tan blended perfect with ruddy complexion,
long strands of auburn hair looked gruesomely brutal,
thick chains of pure gold hung from short neck bone,
uncut fingernails contained crusts of human blood,
a gleaming gun barrel projected from trouser pocket,
heavy perspiration trickled down his arms and cheek,
wailing horns of the police now reached him loud and stringent,
/> the cops were hot on his trail since decades,
although he eluded them on more occasions than once.
this time the scenario looked dismally distraught,
he knew had few breaths now to breathe,
reminiscences of past misdeeds flooded his mind,
those days of ruling as a professional killer had now faded into oblivion,
the car swerved violently,
came to an abrupt halt striking against heavy tree lumber,
buckets of blood leaked from mutilated parts of his body,
infinite bones of his body lay crushed beneath the burning debris,
slender windpipe of breath now split in halves,
the once saluted form lay completely lifeless,
as a volley of bullets erupted from compact pistol apertures,
aimed at random to assassinate all traces of the serial killer.
5. THANKING THE CREATOR
If i lost a leg in vagaries of disdainful war,
i would limp for the remainder of my disillusioning life,
thanking the Creator for having blessed me with a twin pair of sturdy feet.
if my persona was brusquely submerged in gruesome darkness,
dazzling light of the sun seemed as smudged outlines of molten ice-cream,
i would thank the creator for bestowing upon me the hind sight of hearing.
if daintily painted coats of my nail got severely punctured,
the skin peeling off with droplets of pure blood,
i would thank god for embedding hollow sockets of my arm with iron hands
jutting out.
if infinite hair on my scalp tumbled down in lackluster unison,
rendering my head resembling a barren ocean; bereft of goldfish,
i would thank the almighty for endowing me with the power to regenerate.
if i sporadically lost the gift of eloquent speech,
incorrigibly failing in my attempts to utter the faintest of sound,
i would heartily thank god for showering me with the gift of effusive expression.
if my heartbeats temporarily deserted me at midnight,
my face contorting spasmodically gripped with the onset of deathly paralysis,
i would convey my thanks to the creator; for atleast sparing my life.
and if my beloved departed tragically for her expedition to heaven,
relinquishing me alone in a world of abhorrence and corruption,
with nostalgic memories of the times we laughed,
broke down into tears at the slightest of provocation,
i would still thank the almighty for the time he kept her,
for me to obsessively admire; on this earth.
6. THE FINAL VERDICT
I draped my silhouette in flowing robes of immaculate silk,
With golden brooches extruding out from the exquisitely stitched chicken collar,
An aromatic rose embossed solitarily in the upper pocket,
With the piquant musk cologne diffusing haphazardly from my cheek,
And a conspicuous triangle of sandalwood luminating large on tender regions of my forehead.
When I came in proximity with a leper; he passed eloquent remarks commenting,
On the impeccable complexion exhibited by my radiantly supple skin.
When I confronted a person bereft of sight; he scrupulously appreciated,
The sonorous crispness that was incorporated in my stringent voice.
When I inadvertently collided with a pedestrian; divested of the gift of sound
and speech,
He exorbitantly admired the varsity of blended color that was visible to the
naked eye.
When I traversed past a person; walking with crutches to support his mutilated leg,
He cast lingering glances towards the bulging muscle that clung to my impregnable feet.
When I encountered a ragamuffin beggar; strolling through the vacant street,
He riveted his gaze cupidly towards the prominent projections in my trouser pocket.
When I met an illiterate individual; using his ink coated thumb to sign a sheaf of documents,
He glanced at me with abhorrent prejudice; cursing my dexterous ability to write
and speak.
When I came in close association with an opulent businessman,
He gauged me suspiciously; contemplating various sources of my possible income.
When I came in cahoots with a professionally acknowledged wrestler,
He clasped my wrist in his invincible grip; thereby testing eventual aftermath's of my grip.
When I came face to face with a belligerent soldier,
He made ludicrous mockery of my attire; haughtily envisaging his own dress on
the border.
When I came abreast of a rustic villager; carrying a bludgeon in his hand,
He stared unrelentingly; praising the contemporary styling of my clothes.
And finally when I met the girl I loved; she said I was looking voluptuously enchanting,
Flooding a myriad of open spaces on my shirt with passionate kisses,
I then fell in an enigmatic trance; disdainfully shrugging the opinions of a
host of people I had previously encountered, with bountiful arenas in my mind
considering her remarks as the final verdict.
7. THE DAY –
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