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»Sky of pious peace

 

The waves emanating from it were astronomically spell
binding; tranquilly pacifying even the most
diabolically traumatized; with the spirit of
Omnipotent humanity,

The colors diffusing from it were vivaciously
resplendent; gregariously embellishing even the most
brutally impoverished of entities; with the magic of
eternally compassionate timelessness,

The tunes wafting from it were enchantingly
mesmerizing; blissfully placating even the most
inexplicable of miseries of truculently bereaved human
kind,

The rays wafting from it were Omnipotently uniting;
celestially melanging all religion and tribe; into the
invincible fortress of pricelessly symbiotic sharing,

The winds disseminating from it were bountifully
benevolent; philanthropically endowing the sacred
essence of existence to every dwelling; that they
triumphantly gushed into,

The droplets cascading from it were Omnisciently
healing; regally soothing even the most tyrannically
macabre of pain; with townships of enthrallingly
beautiful symmetry,

The reflections exuding from it were majestically
ubiquitous; in which every organism alive; could
innocuously perceive the essence of its harmoniously
synergistic survival,

The mists floating from it were triumphantly
tantalizing; marvelously engendering a cradle of
silken paradise; even in the hearts of the most
salaciously monotonous and devilish murderers,

The leaves whistling from it were aristocratically
gregarious; royally bringing even the most
fathomlessly distant and prejudiced quarters of the
earth; to collectively replenish themselves with the
fruits of heavenly fructifying nature,

The shadows flowing from it were immaculately
ingratiating; irrefutably cleansing the heinously
despicable soul with the rhythm of unconquerable
righteousness,

The beats pulsating from it were perpetually vibrant;
handsomely revolving the threads of the entire
civilization; with levers of magnetically sparkling
and unparalleled truth,

The rivers tumbling from it were perennially
rhapsodic; transcending past the spuriously
parsimonious entrenchments of abhorrent manipulation;
to spawn a valley of unsurpassably impregnable
sensuousness,

The melody gallivanting from it was magnificently
iridescent; victoriously towering over even the most
insipidly mercurial iota of gruesome badness; with its
profoundly unassailable sweetness,

The empathy fulminating from it was stupendously
unshakable; forming bonds of ubiquitously serene
companionship; between the disastrously penurious and
powerhouses of ostentatious wealth; alike,

The charisma unveiling from it was incomprehensibly
fantastic; casting its spell of exhilaratingly
ebullient fantasy; upon all those with an immaculately
affable heart,

The numerals pouring from it were spotlessly
undefeatable; irrevocably portraying the flag of
blazing victory; at even the most minuscule turn that
the earth took and enchantingly radiated into,

The breath dispersing from it was undeterrably
unflinching; instilling boundless caverns of life and
luck into the lives of even those; morbidly
disintegrated and countless feet beneath their graves,

The love circulating from it was immortally
inimitable; Omnipresently deluging the life of every
deplorably devastated entity; with universally
sparkling and poignant togetherness,

It needed no pretentions; caste; creed; wealth or
power to purchase; it needed no specific township to
occupy; as it was ready to divinely assimilate into
every heart harmoniously willing to accept it; be the
timeless jewel of every immaculate eye; such was the
everlastingly princely SKY OF PIOUS PEACE….



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»Slab of peanut butter

 

When I rolled languidly in it; dabbling my feet as incoherently as I
could,
The entire exterior of my skin acquired a brilliant yellow tinge; with
satiny
soft crusts of cream adhering to me in sticky unison.

When I made a pillow of it and slept; my head completely engulfed
within the
ravishing aroma of milk,
I relished the exorbitant softness; the mesmerizing effect of sponge in
proximity with my dreary bones.

When I threw molds of it frivolously at my counterparts; splashing the
same;
exerting insurmountable force of my wrists,
They retreated back in utter disbelief trying to digest the incredulous
turn
of events; but in the end profoundly enjoyed the golden globules
cascading
slowly down their cheeks.

When I applied parsimonious amounts of it to the lackluster wall;
smearing the
blend with equanimity using my incongruous hands,
The dilapidated room suddenly displayed fresh signs of illumination; an
enchanting glow now permeated through the web of cloistered darkness.

When I rubbed it across my dry lips; vigorously spreading it all over
till my
fingers ached,
My smile now looked all the more accentuated with a rosy sheen; and my
moustache radiated an everlasting perpetual glow.

When I dropped it inadvertently on the floor; not bothering to put it
back in
its compact container,
The scenario to witness the next morning was stupendously horrendous;
as there
was a battalion of black ants merrily sleeping; smacking their
tentacles in
satisfaction.

When I dipped my fountain pen in it; making sure that the entire frame
remained submerged in for quite sometime,
I had tumultuous difficulty while writing script; as my fingers
inevitably
slipped; and I failed miserably to grasp the pen; let apart embossing
literature with it.

When I tried dancing in it; slithering my body as freely as the
mystical
serpent,
I soon changed my visions about holistic life; as I toppled head on
towards
the ground; buckling under the island of frictionless wax.

When I scrubbed my scalp tenaciously with it; instead of using
contemporary
soap,
The aftermath caused my hair to shoot up in straight clusters; it was
incorrigibly difficult to retain back their normal shape; and I
resembled a
lunatic having just landed from planet mars.


Although when I scrupulously coated it on my morning bread; roasting
the dough
over rosewood logs inhabiting the fireplace,
My 'SLAB OF PEANUT BUTTER' tasted the best; and I devoured mighty
chunks to
satiate my gluttony; licked every scrap of it adhering to the pellucid
bottle.


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»Slave

 

IN REALITY I felt like kicking him straight in his
face; but in the end I found myself saying that You're
looking amazing sir,

In reality I felt like savagely retaliating to his
volley of abuse; but in the end I found myself admiring
the cadence of his voice,

In reality I felt like munching the same meals laid
ravishingly on his plate; but in the end I found
myself sipping plain water which he had profusely
used to wash his hands,

In reality I felt like wearing the same designer
clothes which he adorned himself in every minute; but
in the end I found myself wearing rags which he had
discarded after they became a trifle tight,

In reality I felt like possessing the scintillating
Mercedes nestling splendidly in his driveway; but in
the end I found myself driving the same at his
commands; transporting him safely to office,

In reality I felt like spraying the same scent that he
used in gay abandon on his armpits; but in the end I
found myself inhaling the same from kilometers apart;
busy sweeping the majestic corridors before the
guests arrived,

In reality I felt like bashing him left, right and
center in his belly; but in the end I found myself
cleaning the dirt adhering to the lining of his shoes,

In reality I felt like strolling as domineeringly in
the lawns as he did, but in the end I found myself
following him at close quarters; of course as
his shadow,

In reality I felt like exposing his blatant lies to
the world; but in the end I found myself nodding my
forehead in poignant consent to whatever he uttered,

In reality I felt like disseminating all his illegally
earned wealth amongst the impoverished masses
including myself; but in the end I found myself
investing it prudently in ingenious schemes; to
ensure him maximum returns,

In reality I felt like banging the telephone receiver
on his balding head; but in the end I found myself
attending to every call; and amicably transferring
him the line,

In reality I felt like sitting in the conference room
in his place; with the cool air of the air-conditioner
putting me off to blissful slumber; but in the end I
found myself serving glasses of cocktail and
appetizing delicacies; at the slightest command of
his crisp voice,

In reality I felt like drinking apple juice every hour
as he did; but in the end I found myself peeling open
the tin; for him to tantalizingly gulp the same,

In reality I felt like speaking in American slang as
he did; but in the end I found myself silencing the
unruly crowds around; to thereby facilitate him
to speak,

In reality I felt like hurling every object in
proximity as he did when agitated; but in the end I
found myself collecting the shattered remains; molding
them into toys again for him to break,

In reality I felt like laughing all day as he did with
my lips stretched to the most extreme limits; but in
the end I found myself learning new jokes everyday; in
order to trigger off his smiles,

And in reality I felt like owning all what he did; but
in the end I felt myself completely helpless; as I was
born naked in the dustbin; thoroughly deprived of
wealth; and to feed myself and my family of ten
children; he would always have to remain my master; and
I his obedient slave…

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»Sleep still refused

 

Even though I ran boundless kilometers on the trot;
with the sun flaming full throttle on the nimble pores
of my visage,
Sleep still incorrigibly defied my eyes; even as my
legs as heavy as the overwhelmingly gargantuan
mountain range; inundated with acrid thorns…

Even though I indefatigably read all throughout the
heart of the sultry night; with the whites of my eyes
metamorphosing to an ominously venomous red,
Sleep still immutably eluded my bleary countenance;
even as each ingredient of my blood crawled towards
the tenterhooks of inevitable extinction….

Even though I ate the most appetizing meals on this
colossal Universe; appeasing the gluttony of my visage
to the most unprecedented limits,
Sleep still insidiously betrayed my soul; even as each
pore of my flesh badly wailed to perennially rest….

Even though I ploughed infinite distance on the roll;
like an avalanche of ice; pathetically melting under
the choking fireball of Sun,
Sleep still treacherously dawdled from my conscience;
even as the impoverished caricature of my skull;
pledged to devastatingly disentangle itself from my
sagging shoulders….

Even though I bulldozed my way through the
disdainfully mighty battle; eloping countless lands
barefoot; saving my skin from the lecherous traitors,
Sleep still drifted unfathomable miles from my
drearily dwindling bones; even as the most intricate
dormitories of my brain; lambasted like a billion
snakes every unleashing minute….

Even though I hoisted a battalion of unsurpassable
bricks over my shoulders; indefatigably cutting across
the deplorable dungeon of gloom lingering ahead,
Sleep still miserably obfuscated my drowning persona;
even as I died an incomprehensible number of deaths in
my body inside….

Even though I swam intransigently across the
torrentially choppy ocean; exerting the astronomically
brute force of my bones; against the vociferously
roaring storm,
Sleep still maniacally vindicated my senses; even as
each hair on my demeanor; pathetically decayed to
coalesce with threadbare soil….

Even though I wept for centuries immemorial;
infiltrating my vision deliberately with a million
needles soaked in scorpion blood,
Sleep still repelled each of my insurmountably
tyrannical body; even as the last ounce of robust
exhilaration wholesomely evaporated from my heart and
soul…

And even as the entire Universe slept in blissful
peace; snoring in the aisles of perpetual contentment
and mystical enthrallment; outside,

Sleep still refused to enter my blood; my body; my
soul;
As although I had achieved the most cherished missions
of my life; my eyes continued to frantically grope
for the love of their lives; the mate of their dreams;
the mate that made them fantasize and dream; even
while they were open and alive…


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»Slum Children

 

We might be poor; but our hearts are undoubtedly
richer than the rest,

We might be squalidly attired; but the blood flowing
through our veins is purer than the most crystalline
of stream,

We might be wandering on foot; but our speed is more
than the swankiest of cars,

We might brush our teeth with raw bamboo sticks; but
our jaws can easily squelch the toughest of steel,

We might smell of perspiration under the sun; but
our
bodies are endowed with a heavenly odor,

We might sleep under the open sky; but generate more
warmth than the contemporary room heater,

We might not posses grandiloquent pens; but can
evolve
mystical designs with our bohemian fingers,

We might eat with spoons and forks; but enjoy each
edible meal to our hearts content,

We might not bathe under mineral water; but relish
our
swim in the exotic rivers,

We might not possess sunglasses of exquisite quality
tint; but have the tenacity to stare the sun right
in
its eyes,

We might not have luxurious school bags to stash our
books; but cherish the privilege of carrying them in
our hands,

We might not speak in bombastic slang; but have the
power to perceive beyond the great sea's,

We might not have a flurry of servants to wipe our
tears; but have enormous fortitude to hold them
back,

We might never have flown in an aircraft; but have
soared higher than anybody else in the clouds; in
our
dreams,

We might not be able to apply jam on our breads; but
are happy to eat it with the soil of our motherland
coated on its surface,

We might not resemble a Hollywood star; but the
radiance we emanate is more stringent than the day,

We might not have millions of dollars incarcerated
in
the bank; but have indeed the blessing of God; the
love of our mother to resurrect our broken lives,

We might not use perfumed shampoo; but still our
hair
shine marvelously under the moon,

We might not have golden roads to traverse on all
day;
but still come out resurgent; alive from the blazing
fires,
We might be adorned in shabby rags; but our
barren
skin doesn’t mind being penetrated by the most
acerbic
of thorns,

We might have pangs of hunger reverberating in our
stomach; but are capable of facing the entire army
single handed,

And people might christen us as 'SLUM CHILDREN'
glaring us each minute with contemptuous stares; but
we consider our huts as the most colossal of palace;
with each granule of mud impregnated in its walls
giving us a scent of our perseverance; the essence
of
our motherland…

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»Small box of matchsticks

 

Don’t just consider them to be lifeless pieces of
wood; soggy and extruding black beads of stingy coal,

Don’t just consider them to be a minuscule strand of
orphaned stick; lying obsolete on the streets awaiting
ardently to be kicked,

Don’t just consider them to be a neglected trash lying
dilapidated in the dustbin; rotting in morbidly
insipid gloom,

Don’t just consider them to be a soiled wire coalesced
in an obnoxious heap with the squalid soil; being
trampled infinite times in a single day,

Don’t just consider them to be an incoherent needle; a
chunk of worthless shit strewn rampantly amongst the
proliferating wilderness,

Don’t just consider them to be a dreary speck;
emanating an incredulously ghoulish odor in the placid
atmosphere,

Don’t just consider them to be brutally squelched left
overs of furniture; wailing miserably under the
uncannily shimmering beams of moon,

Don’t just consider them to be worthless beads of
profusely broken thorns; burying infinite feet beneath
the earth at the slightest of shoving,

Don’t just consider them to be globs of savagely
pulverized saw dust; having absolutely no complete
entity of their own,

Don’t just consider them to be coating of a dolorously
decaying bone; disdainfully polluting the entire area
which they infinitesimally inhabited,

Don’t just consider them to be diminutive ants with a
black ghastly head; staring indefatigably at each
other in nervous exhilaration,

Don’t just consider them to be an insipid follicle of
hair; shattering into boundless fragments of dirt the
instant one inadvertently caressed them,

Don’t just consider them to be a lifeless skin of
vegetable; waiting in overwhelming anticipation to be
dumped into the farthest corner of the city gutter,

Don’t just consider them to be shivering crusts of
stale bread; blowing away to fathomless kilometers of
distance with the tiniest draught of exuberant wind,

Don’t just consider them to be a minuscule thread
smaller than the key hole; possessing a life of less
than even a whole minute,

Don’t just consider them to be a favorite meal for the
woodpecker; devouring their entire countenance in a
singly gulp of its mighty beak,

Don’t just consider them to be a horrendously
distorted wire with no electricity; hiding themselves
way beneath the mud as the sun came out sweltering
from the blazing sky,

And don’t just consider them to be without a meaning
or value in this colossal world; selling at the most
threadbare rates in the contemporary market,
For all they needed was just a tiny bellow of air; an
incomprehensibly frigid rubbing against abraded stone;
and then my SMALL BOX OF MATCHSTICKS, had the prowess
to char blissful territories into veritable
graveyards; laugh to their hearts content; as the so
called planet which had once ridiculed them; was now
nothing but a ball of diabolically rising flames….


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»Smile

 

When the astute businessman smiled profoundly exposing his entire armory of teeth; it seemed deliberate and artificial,
I developed an instantaneous abhorrence for him; as he seemed to be having evil intentions lurking furtively in his mind.

When the power hungry politician on the stage smiled; embellished scrupulously in magnificent attire; it seemed as if he was putting in a marathon amount of effort,
He was forcing his lips wide trying to appease the boisterous crowd; when actually the interior realms of his mind wanted him to thunderously snore and sleep.

When the potbellied postman standing on the door smiled; it looked as if he was trying to conceal his intense infuriation,
The ulterior motive behind his congeniality was to extract a glass of cool water; munch at some sizzling refreshments; when he actually felt that he threw the bulky parcels on the ground and ran away.

When the stringent policeman smiled at the culprit; it seemed as if he was vehemently trying to suppress his intense indignation,
All he was doing was nimbly buckling under a threat to his family; when he knew he should be indiscriminately thrashing the criminal for his plethora of barbaric deeds.

When the waiter in the restaurant effeminately smiled; it blatantly appeared as if he was unwillingly pretending,
The bulging purses of his customers had made him adapt to unfair means; while in reality he fervently wished to splash a glass of water on their faces for rebuking and condemning him.

When the doctor in the operation theatre smiled; on first sight it seemed as if he was philanthropic and committed diligently to the impoverished society,
Although after a while I saw him guffawing loudly; while accepting a colossal sum of money for his benevolent deed.

When the drunkard man swaying rampantly on the street smiled; it appeared as if he was hiding a trail of forlorn misery,
There was an accentuated sea of anguish lingering in his inebriated eyes; and he stretched the corners of his cheek simply to pacify apprehensions regarding his health.

When the magician swirling on the stage smiled; it seemed as if it was an intentional attempt to allure the audience,
The conglomerate of his bones felt weary after performing for the entire day; and all he wanted was a cup of steaming coffee compounded with infinite hours of blissful silence.

When the omniscient creator smiled on this earth; there was no questioning the authenticity of his smile,
Although it encompassed scores of organisms; the tangible and ethereal; and I had only a minuscule fraction of his smile to preserve meticulously with me.

And when my beloved smiled staring deeply at me with her emphatic eyes; she put an abrupt end to all my quandaries regarding the world,
It was a smile, which impregnated in me a new spirit to live; a smile which was exclusively meant for me and mind you this time I wasn’t ready to share.




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»Smoke

 

When I burnt a cluster of succulent green leaves;
torching the same with the
poignant matchstick,
There arose a faded green smoke in the air; causing my
intricate eyes to
profusely tear.

When I burnt solid crusts of white wax; holding it in
the brilliant candle
flame,
Infinite streams of hot liquid ran down my palms;
diffusing into grey smoke;
embossing them with blotches of burnt black.

When I burnt gigantic sheets of plastic with my
cigarette lighter; there
emanated clouds of achromatic smoke,
It look marathon hours to burn; producing the most
unbearable stench I had
ever smelt.

When I burnt mountains of brown mud; igniting the same
with hot embers of
coal; the colossal structure simply refrained to burn,
There arose dying wisps of smoke in the atmosphere;
and the tumultuous heat
produced made me flee and run.

When I burnt enormous bundles of white cotton; after
submerging the same in
disdainful kerosene,
There were clouds of black smoke engulfing all in
proximity; with occasional
flufs of distorted cloth entering my eye.

When I burnt lush green grass sprawled on the meadows;
inducing sinister
current from a copper wire,
There arose frigid blue smoke; incarcerating the air;
which repulsively
tickled my nostril; making me puke out consumed food.

When I burnt live cables of electricity suspended on
the streets; firing a
volley of lead bullet,
There arose white smoke in the air blended with golden
sparks; and I ran like
a panther; for fear of being electrocuted.

When I burnt fetid sewage decaying in an oblivious
heap; with blazing sticks
of fire,
There arose crimson smoke in the air; and the odor was
so obnoxious; that it
entered through my ears when I closed my nose.

When burnt a close compatriot of mine; placing his
lifeless form over a bundle
of dry rosewood,
There arose a wheatish smoke in the air; I reminisced
all his actions; and the
nostalgia made me cry.

And eventually when I burnt myself; immolating my
demeanor with pure
gasoline,
The smoke that arose in the air was brilliant red; and
the fragrance was the
most emollient of all; as it contained profound traces
of her heart;
portraying the essence of our love.


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»Snake leather belt

 

I used it to lambaste bald patches of fair skin,
it obliged readily executing brute power with austere
amounts of sting.

I viciously strangulated slender necks twisting it,
it bit the skin tenaciously to cause abrupt death.

I suspended it in Luke warm waters of the monsoon
lake,
it in turn hoisted a jugglery of golden fish for me to
relish.

I stealthily caressed umpteenth pores of my tender
flesh with it,
it tantalizingly tickled me to erupt into whirlpools of
laughter.

I stuck it firmly to the bare wall; with a backdropp of
morbid jungle,
it strikingly resembled the slithering body of a
silver snake.

I utilized it as a versatile pulley to evacuate me
pails of water,
it did so with jocular smiles; also fetching me my
drowned purse alongwith
crystal water.

I embedded it to the ceiling fan forming a tight
noose,
got ready to fit in my stocky neck; and a few seconds
after to relinquish
breath.

I mercilessly burnt it in a heap to proliferate fire,
harmoniously heat substantially cold arenas of my
body.

I tugged it dexterously with my palms; pulling my
beloved towards me,
then enjoyed the effeminate warmth of her breath
cascading down my nape.

It worked like a slave; meticulously performing all
tasks to perfection,
although I must mention that my SNAKE LEATHER BELT
looked far more enchanting
while wound on my potbellied waist,
rather than when executing a plethora of mundane task.


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»Snatch me instead

 

If you were going to slap her in the face while she
was sleeping under the stars; slap me instead,

If you were going to brutally maim her when she
tripped from the 90th floor of the building; maim me
instead,

If you were going to make her blind as she
inadvertently pierced the sewing needle into her eyes;
blind me instead,

If you were going to starve her for food as she
faltered to earn her livelihood in this uncouth
society; starve me instead,

If you were going to make her unconscious as her
neighbors poisoned the water she daintily gulped; make
me unconscious instead,

If you were going to chop her fingers when the thieves
marauding the house committed the heinous crime; chop
my fingers instead,

If you were going to make her perpetually dumb as she
attempted to sing; make me dumb instead,

If you were going to burn her to ashes when the
miscreants on the street drenched her body with a tank
inundated with kerosene; burn me instead,

If you were going to make her fall from the pinnacle
of the gigantic mountain as she mercilessly slipped
after reaching the top; make me fall instead,

If you were going to evoke unrelenting tears from her
eyes as her close siblings perished in a car accident;
make me cry instead,

If you were going to overwhelmingly embarrass her as
she hid her face embedded with pimples amidst her
friends; embarrass me instead,

If you were going to make her abdicate her memory as
she unfortunately struck her head against a bed of
obdurate stones after falling down; make me lose my
memory instead,

If you were going to reduce her to infinite pieces of
mincemeat after the lion savagely attacked her in the
forests; slaughter me to a billion pieces instead,

If you were going to leave obnoxious elements
loitering on the deserted roads to stare at her with
lecherous desire; leave them on me instead,

If you were going to trap her between colossal chunks
of concrete and rusted metal as her house came
crashing down in the tumultuous earthquake; pulverize
my house and trap me instead,

If you were going to drown her in the swirling and
ferocious waves of the ocean after the whale
overtoppled her boat; drown me to the bottom instead,

If you were going to give her inexplicable mental
trauma each day making her stutter for words she once
spoke with authority and pride; traumatize and madden
me instead,

If you were going to make her lie in a pool of ghastly
blood by the riverside as the pugnacious rays of the
Sun wholesomely took upon their toll; make me ooze a
sea of blood instead,

And if you were going to snatch her away from the
surface of this earth forever closing the chapter of
her existence; snatch me instead; as if you didn’t do
so Almighty Lord; then you would be taking two lives
at a time; as I would inevitably join her in heaven a
few moments after; whether you wanted or didn’t want
me too….




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