8. I WANTED TO FLOOD HER HEART
I wanted to flood barren sheets of paper with infinite lines of embossed literature,
I wanted to flood the sprawling lands of desert with awesome amounts of slippery sand,
I wanted to flood the dry beds of the seasonal river with lots of fresh water,
I wanted to flood crystalline blue patches of the bald sky with diabolically grey clouds,
I wanted to flood stripped branches of the autumn tree with a battalion of lush
green leaves,
I wanted to flood dilapidated crevices of the mansion wall with coats of
scrupulous paint,
I wanted to flood profusely oozing wounds on the body with antiseptic powder,
I wanted to flood undulating slopes of the colossal mountain with scintillating sheets of snow,
I wanted to flood hollow burrows of the red ant family with bountiful chinks of italian bread,
I wanted to flood the eyes of people who were blind with indispensable sight,
I wanted to flood shattered panes of window; with arrays of pellucid glass,
I wanted to flood dismally empty tanks of the sedan with reinvigorating petrol,
I wanted to flood the fathomless well beside my house with surplus quantity of animate frog,
I wanted to flood the lungs of a dead man with bountiful and clean air,
I wanted to flood long stretches of the cable wire with white currents of electricity,
I wanted to flood naked patches of skin displayed with sacrosanct garment,
I wanted to flood the rusty nails lying dispersed on the ground with lots of resplendent color,
I wanted to flood the magnanimous persona of saline sea with a flurry of ravishing waves,
I wanted to flood the morose faces of individuals in anguish with blissful smiles,
I wanted to flood the mutilated silhouette of the crippled with inevitable bone,
I wanted to flood the empty bowl of the impoverished with life yielding food,
I wanted to flood the picturesquely embellished jar with fragrant rose,
And most importantly I wanted to flood the tenderly tangible heart of my
beloved; with overwhelming love.
9. THE GREATEST OFFERING
If I used acerbic tree twigs instead of the corrugated comb to part my hair,
The outcome would be ludicrously funny; with several strands of follicle settling wildly on my scalp.
If I used steaming acid instead of water to clean my persona in the morning,
Blissful patches of my radiant skin would transit to a ghastly brown; as an aftermath of the acrimonious effluent.
If I used pure nectar instead of soap to wash my face,
There would be a battalion of red ant crawling all over; injecting small vials of sting in my blood.
If I used a quilt embossed with thorns to sleep; instead of one with furry cotton,
A myriad of spots in my body would bleed; rendering me tossing and turning all throughout the chilly night.
If I used raw coal tar instead of sandalwood mascara to embellish my eyes,
They would incessantly water; with a host of foreign bodies invading their dainty ambience.
If I used water logged cloth instead of Sun dried sticks to light a fire,
The conflagration would fail to incinerate; with paltry draughts of smoke produced as a ramification.
If I used a flat plate of porcelain instead of a mug to consume a barrel of fresh milk,
The liquid would clumsily spill; with frugal droplets of the concoction being able to enter my mouth.
If I used my hands to walk instead of my sturdy feet,
I would inevitably lose balance; toppling on the ground; appearing to be one from the acrobatic circus.
If I used red chili in food; instead of Commensurate amounts of salt,
The taste buds in my tongue would irredeemably burn; with my bowels relinquishing taste forever.
If I used all my love for a girl with overwhelming affluence; instead of the one who desired me truly from the heart,
She would feed me with sumptuous food no doubt; while keeping me tied in chains of rebuke and insult till the time I live.
And If I used infinite hours in the day worshipping God instead of doing something for those afflicted with distress,
The Creator himself would admonish me to perform benevolent deeds;
Assisting people camouflaged in cloud covers of anguish and sorrow,
Which would be the greatest prayer I could dream of offering to him.
10. AN ISLAND OF LOOSE SAND
I buried myself deep into an island of loose sand; sprawled in abundance on the solitary street,
Warm moisture clinging to mud; like the vise like grip of a mother,
Blended profusely with an agglomerate of loose stone and fish shell,
Perspiring voraciously in the sweltering heat of the stringent day,
Loads of contaminated debris neatly aligning its periphery,
Frigid particles of soil flying high and handsome in violent puffs of wind,
Rustic chameleons slithering harmlessly past rotund rocks settled in the clay,
Finely crushed sand glittering like an opalescent mirror in the flaming Sun,
Multi legged roots of the uprooted tree; lying obsolete amidst a mountain of earth,
The conglomerate of golden sand shimmered magnanimously in the hostile beams of Sun.
A plethora of earth worms tickled intricate zones of my ear,
Red ants in clambered up my bare chest; stinging my supple flesh,
There was perennial darkness encapsulating my silhouette,
I breathed heavily in a dense ambience of mud and slippery fossil,
There was no scope for vociferous noise; I barely possessed the power to whisper,
Incessantly blending my hands in the mystical wetness; I tumultuously fantasized about lush green lawns on the pastoral slopes,
Ostentatious palaces of pure sandalwood; fighter jets flying at swashbuckling speeds,
Unrelenting rain pelting down showering solid medallions of glistening gold,
I suddenly felt thoroughly exhausted; parched regions of my throat wailed exorbitantly for cool water,
Infinite hours of sleeping under sand had sapped indispensable energy from
my bones,
Eventually prompting me to dismantle the web of silver granules,
And as I audaciously stepped out in the brilliant light of the moon,
I was a sight to be ludicrously stared at; evoking a volley of incoherent laughter from the pedestrians,
With every arena of my persona being submerged in disdainful coats of mud,
Obnoxious molecules of sand extruding from a battalion of territories in my body.
11. YET I FELT LONELY
I had a cavalcade of ostentatious cars following me every second; with melodious tunes emanating from the sleek music systems,
The upholstery was plush; the ambience was besieged with a pungent aroma of
wild scented flower,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to hold my hand; make me frivolously smile.
I had a furry quilt made of the finest quality satin; adhered to a bed embossed with pure God,
Embroidered carpets sprawling on the colossal walls; with the majestic panther
skin hanging limp from the ceiling,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to sing enchanting rhymes; tickle me in
my ribs; make me go to sleep.
I had grandiloquent pool of water in the interiors of my palace; with the waters appearing emerald green in the full moonlight,
An aquarium of exquisite fish blended with crystalline pebble; with profoundly
embellished life boats floating on the surface,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one to splash water on my face; swim with rejuvenating euphoria beside me.
I had the most succulent of violet grapes lying on co
rrugated silver; with blood red apple juxtaposed in clusters,
Ravishing glasses of immaculate milk; the most piquant of green chili; with commensurate proportions of Italian chocolate,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in vicinity to converse with me; feed me the food with congenial warmth.
I had a piano studded with the most resplendent of diamond; a jugglery of musical instrument lying in exorbitant quantity,
A slender necked violin leaning on the wall; enmeshed with a myriad of chiseled wire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was no one in proximity to listen to the enchanting
music when I played.
I wore a bullet proof jacket encompassing my chest; with scintillating swords
protruding gallantly from my back,
A luxuriously emollient suit camouflaging the same; snake leather shoes concluding my kingly attire,
Yet I felt lonely; as there was none in the surrounding; able to listen to my throbbing heart.
I had amassed sumptuous wealth in the tenure of my life; with currency of all kind cascading down my persona,
Armed forces parading around the formidable castle I inhabited; an ocean of golden honey plummeting down from the window,
Yet I felt lonely; as I couldn’t purchase her intricate heart with all the affluence I possessed; hold her captive in the prison of my gold.
12. INSTINCTS
The stray dog on the street had an inevitable instinct to wag its bushy tail
when ecstatic,
Garrulously bark at irate trespassers; who hurled irregular stones at its shriveled persona.
The leotard skinned cat; had an insatiable instinct to lap vigorously at frosty milk,
Purr in its ubiquitously pungent voice; when tickled intensely in the ribs.
The twin horned cow; had an involuntary instinct of swishing its slender tail;
to drive away buzzing flies,
Laboriously chewed loads of grass; before preparing to snooze on the bare tarmac.
A battalion of ants on
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