The Power of Black
Copyright © by Nikhil Parekh
Prologue
The book cardinally aims to end the negative perception and energies associated with the color black and the under-priveleged sections of the society. Many a times the utmost exhilaration spawns from a persons disability as his/her desire to achieve the impossible is several times heigtened than the normal counterpart. The magical essence of black has been epitomized to the hilt in every poetic stanza that follows--to lead to a trail of unassailable victory.
Dedicated To
This collection of poems is endlessly dedicated to the power of the color black. Black which in common parlance is perceived to be negative and a disability to continue the chapters of life. But this very black which has been described as the most powerful color for survival on earth. The most magical fragrance of every entities soul which continues to infatuate even beyond the dormitories of heaven and hell.
Acknowledgements
I am truly grateful to every bit of blackness enshrouding me, which has made me a magician to express the innermost realms of my soul into poetic verse on blank paper. Black is beautiful. Black triumphs till beyond eternity. Black is the most inscrutably tantalizing fabric of existence. God bless black.
About the Author
Nikhil Parekh from Ahmedabad, India- is a Love Poet and an Eight – Time World Record Holder for his Poetry with the Limca Book of Records (2nd in Official World Rankings to the Guinness Book of World Records) . His complete poems, poetry books, awards and works can be visited on the Internet at - www.nikhilparekh.org or www.nikhilparekh.com .
About the Book
The poet has eternally believed that even the most inexplicable of sorrow can be projected as well as alleviated via the power of magical poetry. Wondrously implementing the same in this soothing compendium of poems--Parekh brings to the fore various evils lingering in the society and tries to cure them offering the balm of poetry. The poems contained within are starkly explicit and poignantly debate on various global social causes like female foeticide, blindness, smoking, molestation, adopting the girl child, hiv-aids discrimination..etc. In a battle of adroit analogies the poet emphatically portrays even the tiniest of social evil and urges mankind to rise above the same. Poetically he tries to unite hearts all across the Universe in the spirit of love, oneness and compassion to give birth to a renaissance against evil and unjustness. This victorious concoction of poems would appeal to all those who've so selflessly fought for a social cause and to uproot evil forever from the fabric of society.
Table of Contents
IF YOU REALLY FELT SORRY
THE GREATEST LOVE
FIVE STAR
HOW STARVED WAS I ???
LOVE IS THE MOST IMMORTAL
SHE COLLAPSED
LETS MAKE IT EVEN BETTER
A JOB IS A JOB
HAD ALL YOUR SO-CALLED MANLINESS DIED ?
ON-THE-SPOT DEATH-WITHOUT A HELMET
HUMAN
THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG
ORPHAN ON THE STREET
REBUILDING A NEW GUJARAT
KILLER EARTHQUAKE
UNITED WE STAND, DIVIDED WE FALL
IT WAS SOLELY BECAUSE OF THAT UNABASHED FLESH
HAPPINESS
EVERY BREATH THAT I INHALED
WHY COULDN’T YOU ???
SWEET SUCCESS
ITS BIZZARE BUT TRUE
QUIT RAGGING OR GO TO HELL
TO THE SERVICE OF MANKIND
ABORTION—THE GREATEST SIN
AMALGAMATION
EVERY LOVE BRINGS ALONG
LOVE ME
FRAGMENTS OF LOVE
THOROUGHLY UNEMPLOYED
ALIVE
SIMPLY DENIED TO DIE
DOGGEDLY BLIND
AS LONG AS I HAD PRICELESS HOPE
MONEYHOOD
WE ARE TWO; OUR’S ARE ONLY TWO
LAUGHTER THE BEST MEDICINE
WHO CARES
INUNDATE
YOUNG AND INNOCENT AT HEART
I WOULD DIE; DIE; AND MOST CERTAINLY DIE
STOP GHASTLY FEMALE FOETICIDE RIGHT NOW!
REMEMBER THIS. THE NEXT TIME YOU SET OUT TO RAPE
THE BRAVE ARE DEFINITELY THOSE
THE NEXT TIME DO REMEMBER; O! BIGOTED MAN
DON’T WORRY
BORN TO LOVE
UNEMPLOYMENT
BUT AT LEAST DON’T
LIVE NO EVIL
IMMORTALLY YOURS
SLUM CHILDREN
A SINGLE DEVIL
ORPHANED
SITTING BESIDE THEM
ITS SIMPLY THE WAY YOU SEE IT
I LIVE TO SAVOR LOVE
TELL ME WHO CAN STOP YOU ???
MORE AND MORE CLOSER
IF INDEED THERE WAS ANY DEARTH
WHOLEHEARTEDLY
IF YOU REALLY WANTED
WAS IT HIS FAULT ???
BLACK FOR THE BLIND
BLACK
A WALL OF BLACKNESS- OUR MOST SADISTIC SAVIOR
TSUNAMI AFTERMATH- LIVIDLY LIVING CORPSE
ADOPT THE GIRL CHILD
TSUMANI- THE WAVE OF DEATH; DEATH AND ONLY INCONSOLABLE DEATH
LOVE IS LIVING
JUST A SINGLE BEAT
FREE OF COST
COLORED
SLAVE
KILLER EARTHQUAKE
ON EVERY MORSEL OF FOOD
THE BEST THING
LOVE
PASSIONATE LOVE
THE BEST I COULD DO
INFINITE BIRTHS
EVERY HUMAN WAS BEAUTIFUL
WHAT ABOUT HIM
BEAUTIFUL
WASN’T IT BETTER
PRECIOUS
HELP THE BLIND
A PEEP INTO THE LIFE OF A CONVICT
BLANKETS
TO ALL AFFLUENT EXISTING
INDIAN WIDOW
LIVE EACH MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE
POLICE
WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT LOVE ?
LOVE IS MAGIC
HUMAN
SACRIFICE
STOP FEELING SORRY
THIS VERY NAKEDNESS
“ MINE” NOT “ ME ”
WE’VE ALL BEEN SENT TO WIN
DOES THAT STOP MY HEART FROM THROBBING???
CASTING AN IMMORTAL SPELL
HOME & PARADISE
I WILL NOT REST
BUT ONLY TO IRREFUTABLY ENSURE
LETS PRAY FOR LOVE
SO THAT I FORGET
NEVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
LOVE
MORE IMMORTALLY GODLY THAN EVER BEFORE
AIDS DOESN’T KILL. YOUR ATTITUDE KILLS.
HAVE HIV/AIDS. YOU STILL LIVE TILL THE CREATOR WANTS YOU TO
AN INFINITE TIMES BIGGER
THIS VERY BLESSED INSTANT
A TO Z IMMORTAL LOVE
DESERVED TO BE KISSED
PERPETUAL PRIVILEGE
ME. JUST ME
NO MIND SHOULD NEVER EVER BE WASTED
NO PRE-REQUISITES
LOVE AFTER LOVE
DIE JUST ONCE
THE MAGIC OF BLACK
A GENERATION WHICH NEVER LOSES. WE'RE "GENERATION Y"
A heart for another heart
Rewriting history with poems of Immortal Love
Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever
Man comes without anything. Lives without anything. Dies without anything
YOUR BEST COMPANY IS YOU; YOURSELF
COME LETS EMBRACE OUR NEW RELIGION
Attaining heaven from your corpse in hell
Patience---The Greatest Artist
For Anything & Everything—Anytime & Anywhere
Life's a brilliant mixture of it all
God-The Best and Greatest Poet of all
From earthly Jail to heaven
DANCE UPON EVERY CHANCE
Sympathy is worse than death
Redder than the reddest of rose—My Valentine
Everytime-After I made and rose in the spirit of love
Everytime my heart palpitated for existence
Who's bothered the tiniest of death
Deep Ocean of Secrets
Irrespective of whether you get your girl's love or not
Once again back in the Creator's Heaven
LEAVE ME ALONE
IT WAS ONLY WHEN
LIFE---AN EVERLASTING SEDUCTION
LIFE—AN IMMORTAL VICTORY
LIFE WAS
THERE WAS NO LOVE BORN GREATER
Only follow your hearT
The walls were my very best friends
Death--- The Greatest Equalizer
Death-The Absolute King of Optimism
WITH GREAT POWER
ARTISTS ARE NOT TAUGHT; THEY ARE BORN
I PREFFERED TO DIE INFINITE DEATHS
GREATEST ART
FAILURE
LIFE’S THE WAY YOU SEE IT
WHOLEHEARTEDLY USE DEATH
LIFE- A NON-NEGOTIABLE COMPROMISE
MUSIC: THE FOOD FOR LIFE
JUST A BIG ZERO
NO SHORTCUTS
LIFE MEANS MORE
THE CHAPTER OF LOVE. THE CHAPTER OF LIFE
A BUCKET OF BREATH
ACCEPT ME
MAN OF THE MOMENT
THE OTHER NAME OF LIFE
LIFE IS AS OMNIPOTENT AS GOD
THE TRUE SPIRIT OF LIFE
FINDING HEAVEN ON EARTH- IN THE PROSTITUTE’S FORM
NEVER LIVE IN DEATH; NEVER DIE IN LIFE
ANY FORM OF LIFE WAS BETTER THAN DEATH
LIFE IS SO MUCH LIKE THE COBWEB
WHY JUST “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” ONCE A YEAR???
IN THE CURRENT MOMENT
NEITHER COULD LIFE STOP DEATH; NEITHER COULD DEATH STOP LIFE
THE CRY OF THE HEART
LIVE AND LET LIVE
LIFE OVERRULES DEATH
LIFE = DEATH
NEWNESS
A WHOLE NEW CHAPTER
Q & A
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
I SIMPLY DIDN’T WANT TO WASTE MY TODAY
LIVE LIFE WHOLEHEARTEDLY
GIFT CALLED LIFE
IF I HAD CLOSED MY BREATH YESTERDAY
TO THE SERVICE OF MANKIND
I LIVE BECAUSE
WHAT IS THE NEED OF ???
WHERE THERE IS NO LOVE
LIFE IS A LOVEBIRD
ALLAH, BHAGWAN, CHRIST, BUDDHA
A WOMAN’S WORLD
THAT I WAS BLIND-A POEM TO SENSITIZE THOSE WITH EYE-SIGHT TOWARDS THOSE WHO ARE BLIND
POEM ON BLOOD DONATION- DONATING BLOOD- MEANS LOVING IT ALL THE MORE
IF YOU REALLY FELT SORRY
Don’t just repeat POVERTY tirelessly and then feel
remorseful; pathetically nodding your head; as if the
most unassailable messiah of bereaved humanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then vanquish it forever from its very
non-existent roots; and from even the most
infinitesimal corner of the pompously rigid society…..
Don’t just spell POVERTY incessantly and then feel
regretful; lugubriously crossing your fingers; as if
all mercy had wholesomely disappeared from the
trajectory of this colossal planet,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then unflinchingly surge forward to scrap even
the most inconspicuous of its essence from this
fathomless Universe; philanthropically mitigate all
organism alive from its devastating stranglehold….
Don’t just visualize POVERTY indefatigably and then
feel destroyed; uncontrollably wailing like a
scarecrow umpteenth number of times in a single
minute,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then extricate it for times immemorial with the
sparkling righteousness in your soul; enveloping even
the most fugitively capricious speck of this globe
with a wave of eternally resplendent compassion….
Don’t just witness POVERTY intransigently and then
feel gruesomely assassinated; nonchalantly sniffing
your nose towards the heavens to put the entire blame
upon Lord Almighty,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then behead it for infinite more births yet to
unveil with the religion of humanity enshrouding your
conscience; ubiquitously disseminate your happiness to
all those unfortunately hapless and deprived….
Don’t just whisper POVERTY unrelentingly and then feel
like threadbare shit; abominably puking out even the
last morsel of food from your languidly churning
stomach,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then drive it away with the Omnisciently
sacrosanct shadow of truth; ingratiatingly share the
woes and overwhelming trauma of your counterparts and
alien; beautifully alike…..
Don’t just memorize the spelling of POVERTY
incorrigibly to appear for the examinations; and then
feel like an infinitesimally sinful debris of ghoulish
insanity,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then perpetually substitute it with benign love
and care; inundating each arena of this insurmountably
gigantic Universe with an ocean of celestially
humanitarian empathy….
Don’t just reminisce POVERTY insatiably and then feel
exonerated; collapsing like a frigid matchstick
towards obdurate ground; with your head timidly sunk
like a dastardly rat between your legs,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then patriotically blaze ahead in the truly
scintillating spirit of mankind; diffusing the melody
of symbiotic existence on every step that you
holistically transgressed…..
Don’t just cry POVERTY endlessly and then feel like
the demons rotting in coffins of crucified hell;
eventually dissolving like a chunk of soggy pulp into
your own disappearing shadow,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then hoist every uncouthly trembling entity
upon your splendidly benevolent shoulders;
Omnipotently enveloping the every trace of coldblooded
savagery with the ointment of passionate love…..
And don’t just write POVERTY timelessly and then feel
like the most hapless livid entity alive; trying to
mercilessly chop your own foot when infact there
wasn’t the slightest trace of axe around,
If you really felt sorry from the bottom of your
heart; then replenish its penuriously castigating
grave with an unfathomable river of love; enlightening
the life of every despicably beleaguered human with
the rays of godly mankind….
THE
GREATEST LOVE
The Greatest Happiness on this Universe was in;
bringing unsurpassable Happiness to the lives of all
those; unfortunately divested of mesmerizing fortunes;
tragically lambasted by strokes of uncouth destiny
from all sides,
The Greatest Victory on this Universe was in; bringing
unassailable Victory to the lives of all those;
miserably slithering without their loved ones;
despicably sinking deeper and deeper into the
graveyard at every step; for ostensibly no fault of
theirs,
The Greatest Enlightenment on this Universe was in;
bringing spell binding Enlightenment to the lives of
all those; ignominiously oppressed and ostracized by
every quarter of the acrimoniously tyrannical society;
lugubriously swooning with every unfurling instant of
time,
The Greatest Empathy on this Universe was in; bringing
bountiful Empathy to the lives of all those;
diabolically marauding the silken fabric of immaculate
atmosphere; unrelentingly staring ahead with savagely
untamed hatred in their eyes,
The Greatest Melody on this Universe was in; bringing
enchanting Melody to the lives of all those; wailing a
billion tears of monotony a minute; obnoxiously
besieged in the marketplace of bizarrely horrendous
manipulation and malice,
The Greatest Euphoria on this Universe was in;
bringing unconquerable Euphoria to the lives of all
those; preposterously decimated by even the most
evanescent trace of passing breeze,
The Greatest Benevolence on this Universe was in;
bringing altruistic Benevolence to the lives of all
those; maniacally incarcerated in dungeons of insane
bloodshed and criminal malevolence,
The Greatest Optimism on this Universe was in;
bringing unprecedented Optimism to the lives of all
those; disparagingly crippling towards the aisles of
inexplicably gruesome nothingness,
The Greatest Strength on this Universe was in;
bringing invincible Strength to the lives of all
those; being brutally tortured every unfurling second
of their lives; by the hands of the mercilessly
whipping devil,
The Greatest Wealth on this Universe was in; bringing
endless Wealth to the lives of all those innocent
messengers of the Almighty Lord; derogatorily
surviving in the horrifically stinking gutter lines,
The Greatest Compassion on this Universe was in;
bringing eternal Compassion to the lives of all those;
miserably orphaned since the very first cry of life;
abominably kicked into the corridors of salaciously
stagnating poverty,
The Greatest Sparkle on this Universe was in; bringing
an unflinching Sparkle to the lives of all those;
opprobriously underprivileged molecules of the Lord
Divine; for whom life was nothing but a corpse of
remorsefully penalizing darkness,
The Greatest Humanity on this Universe was in;
bringing unshakable Humanity to the lives of all
those; maliciously adulterated and bereft of the
divine; satanically sucking blood from even the most
astoundingly similar of their kind,
The Greatest Penance on this Universe was in; bringing
everlasting Penance to the lives of all those;
indiscriminately massacring the impeccably holistic;
ruthlessly snatching an impoverished child from the
lap of its sacrosanct mother,
The Greatest Solidarity on this Universe was in;
bringing perpetual solidarity to the lives of all
those; heinously infiltrated in the webs of spuriously
raunchy commercialism; surreptitiously waiting each
moment to wring their comrades neck,
The Greatest Truth on this Universe was in; bringing
irrefutable Truth to the lives of all those; sordidly
fretting and fuming in the dungeons of dastardly
depraving lies; ghastily castigating even the most
majestic elements of God’s creation; with the foul
spit in their mouths,
The Greatest Fantasy on this Universe was in; bringing
tantalizing Fantasy to the lives of all those; lividly
cursing each resplendently Omnipotent aspect of their
persona; abusing existence in terminologies more
condemnable than what the devil could ever conceive,
The Greatest Purpose on this Universe was in; bringing
gloriously symbiotic Purpose to the lives of all
those; deliberately pulverizing each instant of their
miraculously Omniscient life; with the swords of
baselessly meaningless religion,
And the Greatest Love on this Universe was in;
bringing immortal love to the lives of all those;
frigidly wanting to embrace gory death; with a heart
all right but sadly without the most diminutive of
beats….
FIVE
STAR….
On the surface it was merely a conglomerate of
meticulously assembled stone and colossal pillars;
extruding boundless feet from the trajectory of
congenially moist soil,
But what made the castle stupendously FIVE STAR; was
the majestic King; Queen and princess philandering
inside; the ambience of unconquerable royalty that
profusely perpetuated the air from all sides…..
On the surface it was an insipid amalgamation of dry
twig; streams; and fathomless kilometers of insatiably
untamed wilderness,
But what made the forest irrefutably FIVE STAR; was
the melodiously harmonious chirping of the spell
binding nightingale; the poignantly enamoring trails
of the regally mischievous lion and kin….
On the surface it was a macabre view of countless
stray bones; agglutinated in articulate tandem and
disdainfully abhorring every sensitive entity around,
But what made the brain Omnisciently FIVE STAR; was
its unsurpassable entrenchment of compassionate
fantasy; its unrelenting ability to conceive beyond
the realms of the infinite infinity…..
On the surface they were just overwhelmingly lanky
poles of inconspicuously coagulated mud; pompously
protruding towards the Mid-Day Sun,
But what made the mountains invincibly FIVE STAR; was
their unflinchingly intrepid ability to confront the
most acrimoniously mightiest of storm; uninhibitedly
sequester one and all in swirl of gregarious
belonging; handsomely alike……
On the surface it was just a flabbily gargantuan
assemblage of foaming water; nervously rising and
falling umpteenth number of times in a singleton
minute; under the most evanescent rays of the Sun,
But what made the sea ravishingly FIVE STAR; was its
miraculously rejuvenating froth; the fountains of
voluptuously tangy salt that it vibrantly diffused;
after clashing against the seductive rocks…..
On the surface it was just a frigidly sticky and
pugnaciously dribbling liquid; shabbily corrupting all
thoroughly synchronized space around,
But what made the hive enchantingly FIVE STAR; was its
beautifully holistic scores of rambunctious bees;
symbiotically melanging with the spirit of effusive
existence; to disseminate ubiquitous sweetness all
around….
On the surface it was just a parsimoniously molded
cauldron of wax; obnoxiously infiltrating the blissful
atmosphere with its snobbishly inflated stench,
But what made the candle Omnipresently FIVE STAR; was
its heavenly ability to illuminate even the most
horrendously sinister darkness; impregnate a spell of
optimistic enlightenment in the lives of those
treacherously deprived….
On the surface it was just a ferocious looking
fireball of blistering gases; gruesomely charring even
the most Herculean entity who dared to trespass by its
belligerently flaming side,
But what made the Sun Omnipresently FIVE STAR; was its
rays of perpetually triumphant happiness; its endless
cradle of celestial light which unassailably embraced
every organism; irrespective of caste; creed or
spurious rites….
On the surface he was just a haphazard synchronization
of flesh and bones; with everything being savagely
engulfed by unruly hair; hair and capriciously mangled
hair,
But what made Man unchallengably FIVE STAR; was the
wave of Godly philanthropism in his commiserating
eyes; the apostle of Universal benevolence
wholeheartedly pouring from his amiable palms….
On the surface it was just a disconcerting mass of
mucus and derogatory darkness; ghoulishly scaring the
wits of anybody who witnessed it for the very first
time,
But what made the nostril Omnipotently FIVE STAR; was
its essence of timelessness; the tireless paradise of
air that it synergistically inhaled and exhaled; to
astoundingly procreate the chapters of sacred
survival……
And on the surface it was just a morbidly bubbling
river of blood and infinite nerves; thundering
uncertainly into the aisles of nothingness; as each
instant unveiled,
But what made the heart perpetually FIVE STAR; was its
exotically fascinating string of humanitarian beats;
immortalizing forever and ever; the spirit of God’s
most priceless gift called; EXISTENCE….
HOW
STARVED WAS I ??
When I witnessed the sparklingly bountiful waterfalls;
majestically cascading down the rustically undulating
hills,
I suddenly remembered how overwhelmingly thirsty was I
; with each frazzled nerve of my tyrannized body
unfathomably yearning to be blissfully caressed….
When I witnessed the enigmatically inscrutable
forests; with a spell bindingly panoramic myriad of
tingling sounds and the princely lion diffusing into a
royal parade of unparalleled superiority,
I suddenly how starved was I for adventure; as even
the most infinitesimal bone of my body ardently
desired to wholesomely blend with the insatiably
untamed wilderness…..
When I witnessed the mystically fabulous clouds in
fathomless sky; the immaculate puffs of mesmerizing
silk gliding past in unprecedented euphoria,
I suddenly remembered how uncontrollably starved was I
for titillation; as each pore of my torturously
lambasted skin; perennially craved to be caressed by
the; unbelievably ravishing mist…
When I witnessed the mesmerizing blankets of eternally
resplendent grass; the marvelously regale festoon of
golden dewdrops sprouting in astounding harmony from
the intricately poignant blades,
I suddenly remembered that how perennially starved was
I for blissful sleep; as each traumatically monotonous
contour of my countenance; inevitably slithered to
blend with the celestial moistness….
When I witnessed torrentially unrelenting cloudbursts
of seductive rain; the enthrallingly exuberant
globules of fascinating liquid; pelting down in spell
binding harmony upon truculently parched soil,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for enchanting
dance; as each restlessly impoverished contour of my
body; commenced to vivaciously gyrate to the tunes of
the ebulliently majestic atmosphere….
When I witnessed the blazingly Omnipotent fireball of
magnificent Sun; the unassailably miraculous rays
which metamorphosed even the most inconspicuous iota
of sadness into a fountain of everlasting triumph,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for
ingratiating optimism; as every speck of my
disastrously beleaguered eyes; ecstatically surged
forward to relish and replenish the full fervor of;
timeless life….
When I witnessed the indefatigably ardent fires in the
heart of the wonderfully tantalizing night; with the
cradle of sensuously tickling darkness casting its
Omniscient spell upon one and all; handsomely alike,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for exotic
passion; as each ingredient of my maliciously besieged
blood; gushed forward like an unstoppable hurricane to
coalesce forever with the winds of enthralling
seduction….
When I witnessed the Omnipresent whirlpool of wind
exuberantly creeping towards my soul; an
incomprehensibly romantic maelstrom of whispering
beauty overpowering my wavering reflection,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for
unconquerable breath; as even the most capriciously
fugitive space in my nostrils; intransigently sucked
in boundless skies of; gregarious air…..
And when I witnessed the immortal beats of her
beautifully pristine heart; the irrefutable wave of
jubilantly scintillating truth that disseminated on
every step that she timelessly transgressed,
I suddenly remembered how starved was I for unending
love; as every element of my mind; body and soul;
eternally melanged with her Godly fragrance; as every
part of me and beyond eternally melanged with the
essence
of never-dying humanity….
LOVE
IS THE MOST IMMORTAL….
Justice is the most stupendously grandiloquent; when
sagaciously dispensed from the palms of irrefutably
sparkling and unconquerable righteousness,
Scent is the most rhapsodically charismatic; when it
ardently wafts from the marvelously poignant belly; of
handsomely scarlet rose,
Rain is the most gloriously enthralling; when it
cascades in tumultuously frenzy from the fathomlessly
majestic blanket; of scintillatingly silver clouds,
Milk is the most impeccably sacrosanct; when it
delectably oozes from divinely Mother cow’s’;
blissfully untainted countenance,
Salt is the most ebulliently vivacious; when it
uninhibitedly diffuses in torrentially euphoric
spurts; from the gorgeously undulating waves of the;
mystically resplendent ocean,
Pearls are the most incredulously enamoring; when they
celestially pop out in bountifully perennial
abundance; from the soul of the royally immaculate
oyster,
Melody is the most wonderfully epitomized; when it
eternally gyrates from the astoundingly spell binding
and magnificent beak; of the sapphire crested
nightingale,
Beauty is the most Omnipotently well defined; when it
unequivocally radiates from the eyes of all those
harmoniously innocent; synergistically surviving in
the true spirit of Godly life,
Dew drops are the most voluptuously seductive; when
they profusely titillate the magically tranquil
landscape; of panoramically inscrutable grass,
Hope is the most unassailably priceless; when it
intransigently sparks from the profoundly innocuous
whites; of unflinchingly optimistic eyes,
Artistry is the most ingeniously innovative; when it
intrinsically fulminates from the heavenly
entrenchments of mystically boundless; Mother Nature,
Light is the most impregnably Omnipotent; when it
spawns from the lap of the flamboyantly flaming; and
profusely poignant island of fiery Sun,
Wind is the most exotically ravishing; when it
celestially originates; from the magnanimously
sensuous cocoon of; compassionately foliated and
pristine tree leaves,
Honesty is the most unchallengeably candid; when it
sparklingly evolves from the inner most realms of; the
unsurpassably truthful conscience,
Dexterity is the most magnanimously brilliant; when it
emanates from the Omnisciently impeccable breath; of
the miraculously mischievous and freshly born infant,
Graciousness is the most splendidly humanitarian; when
it sprouts from the perpetually redolent flower; of
timelessly
amiable benevolence,
Philanthropism is the most perennially rejuvenating;
when it selflessly stems from the roots of
everlastingly enchanting; tree of undefeatable
humanity,
Breath is the most veritably vital and overwhelmingly
enthralling; when it ubiquitously disseminates from
the gregarious nostrils; of unequivocally
compassionate sharing,
Life is the most vividly versatile and marvelously
rhetoric; when it springs from all those stalwarts
patriotically existing; and instilling the elements of
bountiful creation; in one and all of divinely
mankind; alike,
And love is the most immortally mesmerizing; when it
glitters in holistically harmonious symbiosis from the
inner
most core; of the humanitarianly humble heart…..
SHE
COLLAPSED
She collapsed like a pack of soft cards; tumbling with nonchalant ease
towards
the ground,
She collapsed like briquettes of black coal plummeting rampantly;
caressing
the earth at tumultuous speeds,
She collapsed like silken feathers of a protuberant pigeon; hurtling
towards
the soil at swashbuckling velocity,
She collapsed like a flimsy spider web; diffusing incoherently into
infinite
splinters of grey thread,
She collapsed like a stick of ice candy; melting rapidly around the
periphery
of bare wood,
She collapsed like a ball of swollen paper; deflated thoroughly with a
rusty
iron pin,
She collapsed like a jagged rope of jute; dangling languidly from
unprecedented heights of the wall,
She collapsed like an insipid follicle of hair; adhering frigidly to
the
scalp,
She collapsed like a snow-white flamingo; diving down when permeated by
a
fleet of pugnacious lead bullets,
She collapsed like an ultra light wire of aluminum; distorting
horrendously
with the zipping second,
She collapsed like a log of loose timber; embedded with scented saw
dust
powder,
She collapsed like a rotund bar of glittering gold; impregnated with
chips of
badly squashed pearls,
She collapsed like a pipe inundated with water; bulging incongruously
at the
sides,
She collapsed like a mountain of free mud; blending profusely with the
clayey
soil,
She collapsed like a spongy button; bouncing umpteenth number of times
on the
roughened mud,
She collapsed like a pouch of chili powder; bursting irrationally into
a
million particles on the floor,
She collapsed like a conglomerate of matchsticks; blown in entirety
with
infinitesimal draughts of wind,
She collapsed like a lifeless beetle; as if stripped of its opalescent
wings,
She collapsed like a lackadaisical sandwich divested of pepper; lying
dilapidated and forlorn amidst heaps of garbage,
She collapsed like a steel nugget does; when heated in swirling fires
of
sweltering heat,
She collapsed like a slender nib of a fountain pen; when pressed nimbly
on
bonded paper,
She collapsed like a shard of tainted glass; when struck by a small
sized
corrugated stone,
She collapsed like a ship incorporating scores of rooms; resting on a
foundation of white sand,
She collapsed like pallid tendrils of a parasitic creeper; sticking
nimbly to
the greasy wall,
She collapsed like a chain of jingling silver; suspended apathetically
from
the angular neck,
She collapsed like a rotten fruit; squelching disdainfully beneath the
most
negligible of pressure,
She collapsed like a diseased snake; slithering helplessly in the
sprawling
creepers,
She collapsed like a stone wall hovering tentatively in the air;
without the
slightest of concrete foundation,
She collapsed like whirlwinds of yellow dust; eventually mixing with
the
desert sand,
She collapsed like a cracked needle; emanating screeching noises while
juxtaposing with the mud,
She collapsed like the broken shell of a monstrous egg; crumbling
erratically
in all directions,
She collapsed like a pierced balloon; cascading in its bedraggled shape
into
the green fields,
She collapsed like weak water; transforming into large pools after
striking
the earth,
She collapsed like long noodles; breaking indiscriminately even when
touched
by the faintest of heat,
She collapsed like a lifeless individual; existing on this earth
without a
perpetual entity,
There was a time when she was constructed taking loads of scrupulous
care;
soaring high in the silken clouds; intimately kissing the rustic
breeze,
She had never dreamt of falling; neither had the tiniest of insinuation
of the
events to unveil the succeeding day,
While at present she lay completely camouflaged under a mangled heap of
debris; with a large ensemble of buried bodies crying hoarsely in pain,
The building which augmented the pride of the street for many years;
now lay
wholesomely decimated; gruesomely destroyed after suffering the brunt
of the
disastrous earthquake.
LETS
MAKE IT EVEN BETTER
The sun dazzles brilliantly in the azure sky; profoundly illuminating
pallid
patches of land on earth,
Lets make it even better by standing directly beneath in it;
rejuvenating our
dreary senses in its austerely stringent rays.
The swirling waves of gigantic ocean clash mercilessly with rocks;
escalating
to phenomenal heights of froth in inclement weather,
Lets make it even better by completely submerging our silhouette in it;
relishing the tanginess of water on our bare skins.
The flakes of freezing snow merrily trickled from the sky; inundating
barren
territories of the mountain with thick sheets of white ice,
Lets make it even better by rolling voraciously in them; hurling them
frivolously in pudgy chunks; at our beloved.
The fountain pen appeared to be enamoring; with an articulately
chiseled nib
protruding from its slim mouth,
Lets make it even better by writing infinite lines of calligraphy with
it;
sketch mystical shapes out of the same; on plain sheets of sprawling
canvas.
The wind blew tenaciously all day; engendering indolent clusters of
leaves
riveted to the tree; to gustily blow,
Lets make it even better by confronting it head on; with the
mesmerizing
breeze clashing blatantly against the eye.
The tea looked stupendously ravishing in the pellucid kettle; with
scented
wisps of smoke profusely tantalizing the nimble hair in our nostrils,
Lets make it even better by gently sipping it; emitting incoherent
noises
while gulping it down our throat.
The aircraft appeared astoundingly exhilarating when sighted on the
black
tarmac; with twin pairs of majestic wings projecting from its sides,
Lets make it even better by inhabiting the same; soaring high in the
sky;
abreast the satiny clouds.
The lips looked luscious and voluptuous; with an unprecedented pink
circumventing them in entirety,
Lets make it even better by uninhibitedly exploring them; tasting the
sweetness imbibed; violently with our tongue's.
The gloves lying on the mantel piece appeared pretty enthralling; with
bulging
red sponge visible from far distance,
Lets make it even better by wearing them on our palms; judiciously
testing
each other's fortitude; battling it out in the heart of the boxing
ring.
The two lovers looked inevitably fascinating while embracing;
unrelentingly
staring into each others eyes in a backdrop of panoramic waterfall,
Lets make it even better by allowing them the freedom to love;
ubiquitously
spreading the essence of the same; in every individual we encounter on
planet
earth.
A
JOB IS A JOB
Just as your job was to blasphemously abuse every religion that wasn't
yours; my job was to unassailably unite the wretchedly dissipated
planet once again into the religion of Omnipotent humanity,
Just as your job was to cold-bloodedly annihilate forest after
jubilant forest for erecting sinister edifice; my job was to sow an
infinite new seedlings of prosperity every unfurling instant of the
day and shimmering night,
Just as your job was to sacrilegiously desecrate every temple; mosque;
church and monastery as the greatest agnostic alive; my job was to
inexhaustibly pray—humbly bending down to the fervently Omnipresent
footsteps of the Almighty Creator,
Just as your job was to ruthlessly paralyze countless a girl child
right itself in the invincibly sacrosanct womb; my job was to
altruistically lend every ounce of my mind; body and shoulder to those
aimlessly shivering orphans without a roof,
Just as your job was to shoot an infinite invidious bullets right into
the innocuous skull; my job was to heal every conceivable wound on the
trajectory of this fathomless earth; with the magical ointment of
brotherhood that ran inherently in each of my ardent veins,
Just as your job was to shrewdly trade everything on this globe for
fecklessly meaningless money; my job was to pen down an infinite lines
of mesmerizing poetry and solely follow my heart—which made me the
richest organism alive,
Just as your job was to indiscriminately make fun and endlessly
slander every piece of weakness in this world; my job was to become
the selflessly compassionate walking stick—of all those old; infirm;
haplessly staggering and maimed,
Just as your job was to unthinkably molest and trade your very own
mother for a few sleazy wads of currency; my job was to become that
unflinchingly faithful son of every couple who was banefully
childless,
Just as your job was to interminably inundate the reservoirs of
ghastly hell with more and more innocent blood; my job was to spawn
paradise at every conceivable quarter of mother earth out of thin
air—solely on the foundations of unconquerable love,
Just as your job was to baselessly condemn and spit upon every
tangible and intangible thing that you felt and sighted; my job was to
appreciate and be in due servitude of God's unceasingly effulgent and
tirelessly proliferating Universe,
Just as your job was to acrimoniously scrap even the last traces of
your inimitably invaluable heritage and kin; my job was to bountifully
procreate an innumerable of my own—contributing my own bit towards the
chapters of eternal newness and creation,
Just as your job was to flagrantly lie in every tawdrily damned word
that you uttered; my job was to perseveringly evolve a whole new
civilization of only truth; which was ruled solely by the
unsurpassable sky of righteousness,
Just as your job was to sadistically rejoice the morbidly fetid
skeleton in every of your breath; my job was to make day-to-day life
of every inexplicably thwarted organism; a joyously unfettered
celebration,
Just as your job was to pugnaciously maim even the most infinitesimal
trace of creative in its very roots; my job was to uninhibitedly let
loose every frazzled cranny of my brain—in order to replenish each
aspect of my existence with the uncurbed richness of the Lord's
creation,
Just as your job was to cast a spell of deplorable doomsday upon every
organism rollicking in the true spirit of life; my job was to be the
lantern of unparalleled optimism to each uncontrollably shivering
form; by the grace of the Omniscient Creator,
Just as your job was to bombard every cognizable corner of the earth
with wanton hatred and satanic war; my job was to solely disseminate
the ideals of celestial peace and harmony; which was the only religion
that every form of God ever taught,
Just as your job was to miserably lull in the graveyards of
disastrously asphyxiating solitariness; my job was to ardently voice
the sounds of mellifluous undefeated life---ubiquitously in the
ecstatically palpitating atmosphere,
Just as your job was to barbarously behead every new-born on the
spuriously sacrificial altar in order to extend your own life; my job
was to fearlessly fight till my very last breath—lay my life
instantaneously for the sake of the glory of my venerated motherland,
B'cause please understand O! mercilessly pulverizing devil—that every
job; whether indescribably bad or good; is still a job in hand; a job
to be done; or as they've been saying since times immemorial that "A
JOB IS A JOB"
HAD
ALL YOUR SO-CALLED MANLINESS DIED ?
Had all your so called manliness; the power in your bulging muscle
ludicrously died; that you now resorted to satanically selling the
innocuously godly flesh of small children; for replenishing your
spurious canisters of beer and tawdry wine?
Had all your so called manliness; the finesse of inimitable creativity
in your fingers pathetically died; that you now resorted to
mercilessly chopping the godly fingers of small children; so that more
and more plebeian gave them the indispensable currency coin in their
begging bowls?
Had all your so called manliness; the sheer euphoria in your raw voice
unthinkably died; that you now resorted to sadistically sodomizing the
godly bodies of small children; just to entertain the treacherously
chauvinistic high society; and then roll in a fetid lavatory of
abominably cursed pearls?
Had all your so called manliness; the optimism to triumph in your eyes
flagrantly died; that you now resorted to gorily gouging the godly
eyes of small children; so that every passing onlooker took pity on
them; and thereby gave shelter to you too alongwith them; as their
spurious father?
Had all your so called manliness; the fervent machismo in your blood
inanely died; that you now resorted to invidiously train the godly
fingers of small children to fire a gun; so that you forever slept on
a pillow of gold; and were never ever remanded for the heinous crime?
Had all your so called manliness; the inimitable authority in your
footsteps lividly died; that you now resorted to execute your
worthless experiments on the godly veins of small children; and then
selling your wastrel patents for millions to the demons of the
sacrilegious
underworld?
Had all your so called manliness; the unparalleled virility in your
loins shamefully died; that you now resorted to ghoulishly castrating
the godly organs of small children; so that they became a perennial
income source for each of your misdeeds; clapping house to house and
at each sanctimonious function of the society; as imbecile eunuchs?
Had all your so called manliness; the blazing dynamism in your throat
distastefully died; that you now resorted to coercing the godly voices
of small children to endlessly wail; to capture the hearts and pockets
of the biggest connoisseurs and patrons of humanity; alike?
Had all your so called manliness; the inherent brilliance of
innovation in your brain contemptuously died; that you now resorted to
rampantly behead the godly necks of small children; on the barbarous
pretexts of feckless religion; caste; creed; color and tribe?
Had all your so called manliness; the unbridled compassion of your
chest gruesomely died; that you now resorted to deceitfully lure the
godly spirit of small children into the drudgery of drugs addiction;
thereby ensuring to be damningly faithful to your suppliers for the
remainder of your life?
Had all your so called manliness; the unassailable temerity of your
shoulders mockingly died; that you now resorted to burdening the godly
heads of small children with tons of bricks and rotting garbage piles;
making them toil under the unbearable sweltering heat; so that you
could relish your afternoon siesta uninterrupted?
Had all your so called manliness; the unshakable perseverance in your
armpits wretchedly died; that you now resorted to stripping the godly
persona of small children; forcing them to dance in the derogatorily
perverted bars; to savor the most magnanimous of tip from each
devilishly inhuman businessman?
Had all your so called manliness; the insuperable fearlessness in your
stride foolhardily died; that you now resorted to asphyxiating the
godly throats of small children; wholesomely killing them for a few
wads of note; just because they were the cursed girl child?
Had all your so called manliness; the undefeated conviction of your
soul penuriously died; that you now resorted to ghastily sacrificing
the godly scalps of small children; infront of the Omnipotent deity;
just in order to become nonsensically immortal; after drinking their
impeccable blood?
Had all your so called manliness; the undaunted fervor in your veins
meaninglessly died; that you now resorted to inexhaustibly slapping
the godly cheeks of small children; just in order to assert your very
own non-existent superiority; and release the agony of your itching
fingers?
Had all your so called manliness; the indefatigable energy in your
knees uselessly died; that you now resorted to ruthlessly commanding
the godly legs of small children; to carry your irascibly cumbersome
weight; transport you to the most venomous destination of your life?
Had all your so called manliness; the unconquerable fortitude in your
bones hopelessly died; that you now resorted to emaciating the godly
bellies of small children to ghostly carcasses; just so that you got
your quintessential two meals a day; evoking the highest of poignant
sentiment?
Had all your so called manliness; the victorious inferno in your
breath disgustingly died; that you now resorted to cold-bloodedly
silencing the godly lives of small children; subjecting them to
infinite ambiences of 'jihad' and terrorism; so that they conquered
the whole world only for your idiosyncrasies and you?
Had all your so called manliness; the immortal epitomes of compassion
in your heart haplessly died; that you now resorted to
cannibalistically inundate the godly hearts of small children with
nothing but hatred towards the society and each ingredient of the
atmosphere; so that they knew nothing but to slave for your devilish
smile?
And I really don't know about others. But if ever you did come infront
of me in this tenure of my impoverished life; I'll make sure that I
forever assassinate your already sinfully dead body; and then pack
you of; to the most ostracizing corpses of the devil's graveyard; to
the most penalizing dungeons of hell….
ON-THE-SPOT
DEATH-WITHOUT A HELMET….
These were the same hands that compassionately traced his royally
new-born smile; till the absolute ends to where it uninhibitedly
stretched on his majestically enamoring face,
These were the same hands that hoisted him high and handsome into free
spaces of exhilarated air; joyously reminiscing their very own
childhood as they witnessed the most beautiful gift of creation
blossoming to its magnificent fullness,
These were the same hands that fervently sorted his favorite dolls and
toys; from an inexhaustible marketplace of myriad accessories;
strings; fresh gizmos lethargically strewn around,
These were the same hands that perspired into an infinite droplets of
ardent sweat; each sweltering day and night under the sky; persevering
through boundless lanes of hardships in order to give him the best of
life,
These were the same hands that stood like an unflinching fortress; in
the way of each pernicious impediment and storm that dared come his
innocuously blessed way,
These were the same hands that stringently cleansed even the most
unthinkably fetid and decayed of his bowel discharge; an umpteenth
time a day; so that he forever rollicked and dreamt in his cradle of
eternal happiness,
These were the same hands that mischievously tickled him to countless
guffaws of unabashed laughter; stood infallibly like the rock of
Gibraltar behind even the weirdest of his childish explorations,
These were the same hands that unwaveringly collected each droplet of
his saliva and vomit; unceasingly cajoled and patted his pristine
forehead; until he transited into profound celestial sleep,
These were the same hands that held his inconspicuously measly
fingers; following him untiringly for an innumerable days and
agonizing nights; until he learnt to unconquerably walk,
These were the same hands that taught him to grip a pen; legitimately
scribble and write; merrily going through the endless learning motions
countless a time; and bearing the most vicious of his rebellious kicks
with a smile,
These were the same hands that wiped each tear of inexplicable
discomfort that dribbled from his eyes; replacing them and each of his
moistened eyelashes with the most victorious pearls of paradise,
These were the same hands that snatched him everytime from the jaws of
gory death; as he inadvertently tended to fall into the gorge of
extinction; the corpse of uncertainty time after time,
These were the same hands that adroitly guided him through each
mangled pathway of inscrutable life; slowly and slowly evolving a
sensible youngster out of his blabbering childhood rhetoric,
These were the same hands that perpetually entwined with his in
applause and congratulations; everytime he emerged humanitarianly
triumphant; amongst a pack of asphyxiating worldly wild wolves,
These were the same hands that matched his exhilarated knuckles punch
for punch; as he galloped in the peak of spell-binding youth; trying
to wondrously decipher his dreams amidst bits of fantastic blue sky,
These were the same hands that put his palms in the palms of his
dreamgirl forever and ever and ever; blessed them both in the threads
of invincibly sacrosanct marriage,
These were the same hands that once again played and passionately
nourished his offsprings like they'd nurtured him several years ago;
now that he'd turned proud father himself,
And unfortunately these were those very same fatherly hands that now
burnt him on his inconsolable pyre; and then banged themselves into a
mist of thwarted nothingness; as he met with an accident; cracked his
skull which was carelessly without a helmet; and on-the-spot died….
HUMAN
I just couldn’t make out his name; simply by looking
into his innocently hazel eyes,
I just couldn’t make out his religion; simply by
gauging the pace of his walk; the lanes on which he
traveled,
I just couldn’t make out the place he might be
residing; simply by staring at the color of his
clothes,
I just couldn’t make out the money he had incarcerated
in his pocket; simply by casting a look at the back of
his trouser,
I just couldn’t make out the words he might be
extremely fond of; simply by the shade of his lips,
I just couldn’t make out his passions in life; the
things he had an insatiable zeal for; simply by
admiring his supreme height,
I just couldn’t make out the color of blood flowing in
his veins; simply by glancing a trifle at his rubicund
skin,
I just couldn’t make out the dreams engulfing his
mind; simply by witnessing his mystical shadow,
I just couldn’t make out whether he was married or
not; by simply listening to his authoritative voice,
I just couldn’t make out the exact size of his shoe;
simply by running my fingers nimbly across his fading
footprints,
I just couldn’t make out the destination he was going
to; simply by viewing the bag he held stubbornly in
his fortified palms,
I just couldn’t make out the speed of his heart; the
turbulence that might going on inside; by simply
casting one look beneath his shirt inundated with
profuse sweat,
I just couldn’t make out the abuses he had spoken a
little while ago; simply by straining my ears to his
present voice,
I just couldn’t make out the fraternity of clothes he
vehemently adored; by simply peering at his existing
pair of bedraggled coat and trousers,
I just couldn’t make out the insects that had stung
him all throughout his life; simply by spotting the
fresh bruises sprawled incoherently on his arms,
I just couldn’t make out the actual strength and
tenacity he possessed in his demeanor; simply by
standing abreast by his side for a few racy seconds,
I just couldn’t make out the taste circumventing his
greedy tongue; simply by peeking a glimpse at the
morsels of left over bread neatly sandwiched in his
fists,
I just couldn’t make out his ability to memorize; the
pedigree of intelligence that lingered in his brain;
simply by gawking at his bushy eyebrows and moderately
square forehead,
And the more I saw him; the more frustrated I became;
as I just couldn’t make out head or tail about his
entity; the inscrutable quandaries enveloping his
life,
So at the end when there seemed no alternative; and
the inexorably urge to talk to him became more
prominent than the thunderously deafening clouds; I
chose the simplest option; I audaciously mustered
strength to call him; addressed him boldly as
"HUMAN"
THERE
WAS NOTHING WRONG
There was nothing wrong even if I spoke a 1000 lies,
if it brought a smile to the face of the impoverished
child,
There was nothing wrong even if I clambered up the
mountain slopes well past midnight, if my expedition
ended with God waiting to sequester me in his arms,
There was nothing wrong even if I killed clusters of
red ant, if my massacre saved the life of a sleeping
angel,
There was nothing wrong even if I burnt books of
revered literature, if the crackling fires generated
thereby imparted warmth to the shivering patient,
There was nothing wrong even if I slapped the bustling
youth, if my rebukes helped them cope better with the
acrimonious society,
There was nothing wrong even if I furtively shirked
crowds, if my evading them brought me at whisker
lengths close to my beloved,
There was nothing wrong even if I failed miserably in
the examination, if my flunking gave a chance to
students more deserving,
There was nothing wrong even if I drove my car like a
maniac on the streets, if my whirlwind speeding
transported the unconscious soldier to the hospital,
There was nothing wrong even if I submerged my entire
persona in disdainful grease, if it meant that the
fish could swim in pure crystal water,
There was nothing wrong even if I dug the earth
several feet with my axe, if my shoveling extricated
the man brutally buried alive,
There was nothing wrong even if I acted like a clown,
if my ludicrous gestures made the gloomy princess
wholeheartedly laugh,
There was nothing wrong even if I refrained from
sipping a single droplet of liquid, if my scorching
myself gave new life to the withering deserts,
There was nothing wrong even if I reached office late
everyday, if my not arriving on time gave me a chance
to hear the sparrows chirp flirtatiously in the
morning,
There was nothing wrong even if I clad myself in a
piece of tottered robe, if my being naked saved that
extra bit of cotton for the farmer,
There was nothing wrong even if I gulped a barrel full
of whisky instead of tea at dawn, if my mind
fantasized about all the goodness, transited into a
blissful slumber thereafter,
There was nothing wrong even if I traversed on a bed
of savage thorns, if it meant that my mother could
sleep like a queen on the golden couch,
There was nothing wrong even if I said a blunt no when
I could have gone around in fishy routes, if my being
straightforward patronized my honesty,
There was nothing wrong even if I washed my eyes in a
pool of blood, if my bruises could ignite the hearts
of all those selfish,
And there was nothing wrong even I had to die Infinite
deaths, if each breath of mine gave birth to a million
new, saw to it that life went on and so did you…
ORPHAN
ON THE STREET
I
AWOKE WITH an enchanting smile in the morning on a
mattress
of painted
silver,
the orphan in the street wiped
his face of obnoxious
dirt.
I
entered my Spanish lavatory to expurgate my bowels,
the
orphan in the street sat down in wild grass
emanating from
fields of
paddy.
I
brushed my teeth with satiny floss and dental paste,
the
orphan in the street used a brittle neem stick to
polish his
worn enamel.
I
washed my face with perfumed soap and lascivious
cream,
the
orphan on the street used a curry of mud to clean
streaks of
blotted
dirt.
I
draped my persona with garments of rich denim
blended with
flocculent
thread,
the orphan on the street wore a
soiled jute sack
hanging like a scarecrow on
his
body.
I
slipped my dainty toes in cushioned interiors of my
velvet
shoes,
the orphan on the street left his chapped
bohemian
feet bare.
I
dedicated gargantuan amounts of time trimming my
bushy
whiskers,
the orphan on the street was obsessed chopping
slices
of tree lumber.
I
exited for office; in the royal camouflage of my
honey brown
Mercedes,
the orphan in the street traversed kilometers in
the
naked sun; to reach the
mill he worked in.
I
worked in an refrigerated ambience juxtaposed with
abundant
flora,
the orphan in the street perspired in
sweltering
currents of heat.
I
came back home before dusk strangulated light,
the orphan on
the street arrived a few minutes past
midnight.
I
then thought I had seen enough of agony;
distressing
discrimination,
took the orphan in the
street within the candid
comfort of my arms,
fed
him with sumptuous food; after scrubbing his
silhouette with
tons of
carbolic,
made him sleep in furry quilts
beside me;
with mesmerizing notes of music diffusing from
the CD
systems..
He
slept like an untamed horse all night;
and when he got up in
the morning; there were tears
dribbling down his
soft
cheek,
he hadn't words to express his
gratitude; the
spontaneity of love he had; for the first
time in his life received.
REBUILDING
A NEW GUJARAT
Lets visit all areas disastrously decimated; try and bring a smile to
those
lips swollen with inexplicable pain,
Lets extricate injured bodies from beneath the debris; transport them
at
swashbuckling speeds to the nearest hospital,
Lets evacuate all that mangled junk sprawled on the streets; dump it at
a
place where none can sight it,
Lets sit around people sobbing with uncontrolled hysteria; wipe the
tears
trickling down their cheeks with omnipotent words of consolation,
Lets search our dwellings voraciously for indispensable amenities;
distribute
them chivalrously amongst those shivering in the inclement cold,
Lets audaciously clamber up shattered edifices; help people retrieve
their
precious and lifetime belongings,
Lets construct mammoth tarpaulin tents; to sequester people who fear to
venture back into their abode,
Lets sing melodious tunes which resolutely permeate the atmosphere;
portraying
the insatiable urge to survive,
Lets lift all those orphaned on our shoulders; try our best to emulate
their
slain parents,
Lets philander on the dilapidated lanes carrying gargantuan bundles of
immaculate bandage; scrupulously wind the same on people with fresh
wounds,
Lets assist the police in tracing those deplorable builders; charge
them with
the highest treason for swindling innocuous people,
Lets curtail rumor mills from escalating high; prevent all possible
pandemonium resulting as a baseless aftermath,
Lets provide fortification to substantially weakened structures;
meticulously
ensuring they get reinforced with the highest pedigree of cement,
Lets take aerial snaps of the towns annihilated; emboss the same in
newspapers; for the world to get a glimpse of the unfathomable tragedy,
Lets converse for marathon hours with the survivors; try our best to
comprehend their concerns and requirements,
Lets intensely communicate on behalf of those bereaved; make
indefatigable
attempts to locate their siblings overseas,
Lets pay equal attention to scores of animals maimed; try and mitigate
their
suffering by adeptly dressing their wounds,
Lets carry pails of fresh water in all those colonies; wholesomely
obfuscated
from the outside world,
Lets educate the people more vociferously; about the earthquake and its
possible ramifications,
Lets procure tones of stringent chlorine tablets from the government;
allot
them benevolently to try and impede infection from circulating,
Lets donate blood traversing through our veins; giving it to those who
haven't
enough of it left in their shriveled bodies,
Lets chisel out ways and magnanimous means to employ millions; who have
been
divested of their jobs and homes,
Lets adopt all those wailing infants; who were found incarcerated in
the arms
of their dead mothers,
Lets stand tall and unflinching in this hour of insurmountable crisis;
assist
the people all round the globe; as well as those surviving to; "REBUILD
A NEW
GUJARAT
KILLER EARTHQUAKE
Just yesterday night I was bathing in a tub replete with silken foam;
while
today as I got up in the morning; I saw colossal structures
reverberating
rampantly in the air outside,
Just yesterday night I was busy perceiving mesmerizing fairies; while
today
when I got up in the morning; there was an earth shattering explosion;
puncturing with turbulent velocity through my intricate eardrum,
Just yesterday night I was molding scented clay to intriguing shapes
with my
palms; while today as I got up in the morning; I saw screeching birds
drifting
at electric speeds; flapping their wings to abscond away as fast as
possible,
Just yesterday night I was conversing for marathon hours with my
beloved;
while today as I got up in the morning; I saw blistering lava fulminate
from
umpteenth places on the muddy ground,
Just yesterday night I was watching my favorite film on television;
while
today as I got up in the morning; there were gallons of acerbic dust
hurtling
directly across the moistened tear coat of my eye,
Just yesterday night I was reminiscing exuberant days of my tender
childhood;
while today as I got up in the morning; I heard hysterical screams of
people
trapped helplessly beneath concrete debris,
Just yesterday night I took scrupulous care to trim my unruly beard;
while
today as I got up in the morning; I saw individuals running
helter-skelter to
save their lives,
Just yesterday night I was listening to enthralling tunes of western
classical
music; while today as I got up in the morning; I saw an old man gasping
for
breath; with waves of unprecedented terror entirely circumventing his
face,
Just yesterday night I was profoundly involved filling my shopping bag
with
succulent fruit; while today as I got up in the morning; I saw mammoth
slabs
of raw brick plummet violently towards the ground,
Just yesterday night I was sketching enamoring shapes with vivacious
strokes
of my paint brush; while today as I got up in the morning; I heard a
fleet of
dogs and cattle shrieking uncontrollably in inexplicable pain,
Just yesterday night I was penning down lines of romantic poetry;
languishing
in aisles of fantasy and desire; while today as I got up in the
morning; I saw
petrified citizens loudly chanting the names of their respective gods,
Just yesterday night I was gently caressing soft blades of spongy
grass; while
today as I got up in the morning; I saw distraught individuals
rummaging for
their life time wealth; amidst the pulverized interiors of their
shattered
homes,
Just yesterday night I was enthusing my mind trying to decipher mind
boggling
puzzles; while today as I got up in the morning; I saw naked infants
shivering
on the streets; anxiously searching for their missing parents,
Just yesterday night I was rejoicing with my family sitting abreast the
crackling fire; while today as I got up in the morning; I saw streams
of
fresh blood blended profusely with the disdainful sands,
Just yesterday night I was traversing through the bustling streets with
the
rollicking laughter of children playing; prominently lingering in the
air;
while today as I got up in the morning; I saw completely squelched arms
and
feet; lying juxtaposed along with the incongruously shaped rusty iron
pillars,
Just yesterday night I was frivolously poking my mother in her ribs;
sending
her into chortles of uninhibited laughter; while today as I got up in
the
morning; I saw wholesomely decimated cars and vehicles; under bulky
columns of
jagged stone,
Just yesterday night I was ardently sucking flavored ice candy; while
today as
I got up in the morning; I saw people burning dead bodies of their
loved ones
in a coagulated heap,
Just yesterday night I was cognizing the majestic palaces constructed
by the
king of yesteryears; while today as I got up in the morning; I heard
faint
cries of innocuous children trapped hopelessly under a heap of mortar
and
iron,
Just yesterday night I was incessantly fantasizing my city to be an
ocean of
enigmatic dreams; while today as I got up in the morning; my perception
disastrously changed within fraction seconds of time; as I saw the
entire
township; the main ingredient of my existence; sink beneath a mountain
of mud;
after being viciously attacked by the "KILLER EARTHQUAKE".
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