Life = Death - volume 10 - Poems on Life , Death

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by Nikhil Parekh


  as the person i desired waded slowly past my groping?vision.?

  I felt thoroughly gratified with existing vagaries of?life,?

  if I was fed with abundant morsels of food in the day,?

  impregnated with gallons of mineral water divested of?bacteria,?

  given a mattress of pure spongy grass to sleep,?

  admiring the exotic pattern of stars all throughout?the vigils of sultry?night.

  29. MIRACLE WARMTH

  Voracious winds caused waves to crash against the?mighty rock,?

  deafening sounds emanated as boulders tumbled down the?mountain,?

  cacophonic tunes echoed as fat fingers compressed horn?socket,?

  golden sunlight prompted sapphire stones to radiate?light,?

  switchblade knife ripped through rich balls of?cushioned foam,?

  electric grinders churned fruit pulp to sweetened?juice,?

  rubber beds sunk deep as i collapsed for the night,?

  dry laden air had coats of moisture as light showers?cascaded down,?

  white puffs of clouds surged forward,?

  with momentum imparted by passing aircraft.?

  peacock feathers went majestically berserk,?

  as signs of thunder skyrocketed in the cosmos.?

  humming bees buzzed with feverish activity,?

  oozed honey from catacombed pores of their body.?

  lush green grass blades cropped at barren regions of?landscape,?

  after mere sprinkling of dried goat manure.?

  stream velocity rose with sporadic ease,?

  as crisp currents of water, confronted drifting?logwood.?

  bicycle wheels galloped through undulating landscape,?

  at increasing pressure generated by foot sole.

  I dug deep tunnels in sand lagoons,?

  suspended my flesh in molten earth, to experience brief?intervals of?compassionate warmth.?

  30. THROUGH THE EYES OF NEWLY BORN RAT?

  ?

  Strolling masses of human looked like huge monsters,?

  midget sized dustbin appeared as a tank containing?Grey boulders,?

  olive green fruit of banana struck my view as hanging?bridges,?

  round mass of watermelon was visible as the flaming?Sun with coats of green,?

  coins of sliver struck my view as small islands of?paradise,?

  fast moving cars I sighted as towering ships sailing?on dry land,?

  perfume bottles on the shelf resembled transparent?drums containing puffs of?

  white clouds,?

  hotel swimming pool appeared as the palatial waters of?Atlantic ocean,?

  heaps of stray sand lying duplicated vast expanse of?Appalachian mountain,?

  leaded sticks of match were what i could describe as?short poles with Grey?

  light,?

  conical flasks of water flooded my vision as sizeable?area of washing tank,?

  minuscule briquette's of coal seemed like big?specimens of crystal rock,?

  leather bound volumes of book looked like brick walls?of white,?

  colored tablets of soap replicated plush beds to lie?on,?

  steps of the spiral staircase loomed large like steep?precipices,?

  ornate idols of god emulated frozen giants with divine?grace,?

  the flaming sun appeared the largest of them all,?

  with the silken complexioned moon a shade compressed?in size,?

  the earth seemed a magnified place to live in,?

  with the only solace being my twin brother,?

  who was born a few seconds beside me in the body of a?mouse,?

  we were privileged enough to visualize and see,?

  applauded ourselves for the same rubbing our slimy?noses in unison,?

  what humans had perspired for decades to encounter,?

  scientists had racked minute corners of their brain?without avail,?

  we could now clearly admire through our eyes as newly?born baby rats.

  31. OPEN MOUTHED YAWN?

  ?

  As it occurred there was a pungent moisture that besieged my eyes; engendering

  them to open a bit wider than usual,

  As it occurred there seemed to be a dreariness in my bones; an insatiable desire to close of the lights,

  As it occurred my shoulders seemed to be stooping towards the earth; a wave of

  indolence circumventing my persona,

  As it occurred my palms seemed pale; developed a profound abhorrence to hoist

  the pen and write,

  As it occurred the gloss on my hair seemed to be pretty lackluster; with the

  curly strands now settling into a shriveled heap,

  As it occurred the blood circulating through the network of my veins seemed to

  slacken its speed; abdicating the exhilaration it had possessed a few hours before,

  As it occurred the soles of my feet automatically stretched; endeavoring to ease the tumultuous tension stabbing them,

  As it occurred the atmosphere seemed to be enveloped by a pin drop stillness; with the sound of the nocturnal nightingale drifting clearly in my ears,

  As it occurred the muscles of my cheek got exorbitantly flexed; exposing the complete armory of my crystalline teeth,

  As it occurred the bulky portion of my skull suddenly felt ethereal; invisible

  enigmas of my mind seemed to have instantly terminated,

  As it occurred I perceived insurmountable tensions of the monotonous day evaporate into thin oblivion; felt a rejuvenated enthusiasm to lead life,

  As it occurred I felt the beating of my heart get steadier; supreme mollification of the organs that surrounded it,

  As it occurred I felt a sense of philanthropic forgiveness descend upon my demeanor; the virtue of embracing all in proximity,

  As it occurred I got engulfed with loads of heavenly contentment; with ravenous desires for food gradually diminishing,

  As it occurred voices hovering in the air seemed to be getting hazier by the zipping second; the crisp outlines of the blistering sun now appeared as an indistinct blur,

  As it occurred I seemed to be turning dramatically nostalgic; reminiscing innocuous memories of my childhood,

  As it occurred the restless tossing on the bed seemed to be progressively subsiding; the breath wafting from my nostrils felt a trifle heavier,

  As it occurred I recited the last prayers before ending the day; looked with a wistful sigh towards starry sky,

  As it occurred I shut my eyes with overwhelming intensity; transited into a deep slumber; brusquely bidding goodbye to my beloved,

  You must be wondering that the thing so magnanimously portrayed must be nothing less than a palace of gold; well I think this time you're in for a shock; for I am describing nothing else but our very own and perennially lazy; open mouthed yawn.

  32. WHAT IS THE USE

  What is the use of a mirror that does not reflect pellucid images, fails to

  portray the true identity of an individual,

  What is the use of a cow which does not give milk; keeps incessantly munching

  tones of green grass,

  What is the use of a concrete road, which is unable to hold traffic; buckles down under the impact of vehicular load,

  What is the use of a tree which does not bear succulent fruit; refrains to yield satiny shadows in order to cool dreary passengers,

  What is the use of an aircraft, which stumbles to take off; let apart transport hordes of passengers,

  What is the use of a pen that fails to write; inundate the spotless demeanor of bonded paper with umpteenth lines of literature,

  What is the use of robust feet, which are unable to walk; transferring their

  possessors to their required place of destination,

  What is the use of articulate fingers, which incorrigibly refuse to draw; hoist the slightest of load from ground,

  What is the use of a slimy spider web that fails to imprison innocuous insects; snaps into multipl
e fragments at the tiniest of caress,

  What is the use of car which refrains to start; stutters every unleashing second when traversing the lanes,

 

  What is the use of a black thundercloud, which refrains to rain; sprinkle upon

  the parched earth bountiful droplets of water,

  What is the use of a bell, which doesn't produce a shrill sound when rung; lies insipid and limp even when struck voraciously,

  What is the use of a bird, which doesn't fly uninhibitedly in the sky; indolently sleeps in its nest on soil,

 

  What is the use of teeth, which fail to chew food; grinding it scrupulously to

  facilitate digestion,

  What is the use of a river, which does not flow; remains stagnant harboring a

  plethora of dead weed and dirt,

  What is the use of the Sun in the cosmos which does not shine; holding back

  its radiance and scintillating light from fumigating the earth,

  What is the use of stars which do not twinkle resplendently at night; illuminate the gloomy ambience with rays of exuberant hope,

  What is the use of eyes, which cannot see; admire the mesmerizing beauty of the globe,

  What is the use of lips, which don't smile; effusively express feelings of warmth and congeniality,

  What is the use of humans which don't procreate their progeny; fail to imbibe

  the essence of sharing in their counterpart mates,

  What is the use of mud sprawled on the ground; unable to bear crop; blowing

  with the wind to settle in a bedraggled heap,

  What is the use of sword, which miserably fails in protecting its master; in the end becomes an inevitable cause of his assassination,

  What is the use of a lock, which opens with the most mundane of key; enabling

  burglars to pilfer and plunder at their free will,

  What is the use of a scorpion, which is unable to sting; inject its lethal venom when it matters the most,

  What is the use of life which is bereft of adventure; the philanthropic spirit to propagate peace,

  And what is the use of a palpable heart which fails to beat even after witnessing true love; remains confined to realms of stringent sophistication.

  33. FANTASY MEAL

  Fleshy pulp of juicy melon,?

  fresh green skin of elongated banana,?

  scarlet red complexion of sweet apple,?

  hard olive skull of coastal coconut,?

  oblong globules of violet grape fruit,?

  sliced chunks of peeled orange,?

  tetra walled legs of salted cucumber,?

  chopped pieces of marinated garlic,?

  reddish brown roots of unripened radish,?

  roasted body of sweet potato,?

  thick curry of churned tomato,?

  tender beanstalks of ladies finger,?

  pungent seedlings of green chili,?

  appetizing kernels of rusty walnut,?

  darkish yellow insides of hybrid mango,?

  cascading protein yolk from egg shell,?

  hollow ringed circles of sliced pineapple,?

  purplish bulge of heart shaped brinjal,?

  jointed sticks of sugarcane fiber,?

  miniscule pieces of chopped lemon,?

  an exact kilogram of green peas,?

  abundant supply of crimson plums,?

  all this blended with molten sugar,?

  with macro toppings of cheddar cheese,?

  stirred vigorously to edible proportions,?

  with wooden battens coated with mustard incense,?

  served royally on ornamental steel,?

  creating ravishing sensations in salivary buds,?

  eaten with a shining silver spoon,?

  remains the most fantasized meal,?

  for decades and times immemorial.

  34. BEAUTY IN PURE CANDLELIGHT

  A hard black thread projected few inches,?

  from the slender body of green complexioned wax,?

  standing tall and handsome in hollow cavities of?curved metal,?

  firmly riveted to base in a pool of solidified liquid,?

  swaying mildly in the stormy wind,?

  blowing with full tenacity from the partially opened?window crack,?

  oozing molten tears every passing second,?

  as amber flames licked its soft periphery,?

  diminishing in stature as time zipped in the wall?clock,?

  beautifying the murky dull persona of the winter?night,?

  providing paltry amounts of warm waves,?

  reinforcing frozen pores of skin with temperate heat,?

  the black wick thread now burnt in full light,?

  flooding the pitch dark room with galleries of pure?candlelight.

  I loved her as much as I feared to die,?

  she was all that life could ever offer me,?

  her laugh was as fresh as the new petals blossoming at?dawn,?

  her body sparkled as the dewdrops born from the sweating grass,?

  Alas! she was no more inhabiting this room,?

  a tragic accident had snatched her far away from?realms of this earth,?

  her enchanting whispers still flooded my eardrum,?

  I could envisage her fascinating smile all day,?

  her petite footsteps echoed in my dreams,?

  she now existed purely in my memories,?

  and looked more blissful than ever in the glowing?flames of my light green?

  candle stick.

  The End .

 


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