In order to break the monotony of the placid river; flowing languidly from bank to bank,
What I did was; to voraciously move my fishing rod in the water; thereby producing a flurry of mesmerizing ripples.
In order to break the monotony of work; unrelenting browsing through scores of office records,
What I did was; to take a brisk walk along the seaside; with the frothy waves delectably striking my weary eyes.
And in order to break the monotony of my heart; palpitating at regular speeds all throughout the sweltering day,
What I did was; to marry the girl of my dreams; and then philander with her in a space rocket; exuberantly making it throb a hundred beats faster.
8. NOSTALGIA
The fish slithering in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean,
The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously,
The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest,
The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky,
The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air,
The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain,
The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun,
The lifeless panther embodied in the mammoth photograph; had a nostalgia for coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl,
The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick; had a nostalgia for sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most stupendous form ever,
The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a nostalgia for bathing in pools of monsoon water,
The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city streets; had a nostalgia for wandering languidly in the sandy desert,
The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of breeze; had a nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire,
The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a nostalgia for being sprawled on the saline sea shores,
The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia every minute for inhabiting the opalescent moon,
The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had a nostalgia for whistling past the air at lightening speeds,
The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia for oozing out from blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow,
The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for returning back as quickly as possible to blend with their native mud,
The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had a nostalgia for embracing his departed mother,
And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia for finding its soul mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and perpetual relationship; till the time it inhaled air and blissfully existed.
9. CAN YOU FIND ME
Can you find me a wave; which does not wet the sandy shores even after nimbly striking them,
Can you find me a lavender lotus; which does not emanate fragrance even after ripening to a full blossom,
Can you find me a solitary patch of cloud in the sky; which does not shower inclement rain; even after acquiring shades of hideous black,
Can you find me a stone; which does not produce a clanging noise even after colliding thunderously with the obdurate ground,
Can you find me a snake; which does not bare its venomous fangs; even after getting intensely provoked,
Can you find me a chunk of rosewood; which does not decay; even after being submerged incessantly in fetid water,
Can you find me a leech; which does not suck blood; even after clinging to naked patches of skin,
Can you find me a balloon; which does not get deflated; even after being pricked by a pointed iron needle,
Can you find me a crystal diamond; which does not shine; even after being vigorously polished,
Can you find me a globule of white sugar; which does not impart a sweet taste; even after being tenaciously chewed,
Can you find me a spider; which does not spin its silken web; even after being placed in a cozy ambience of densely foliated trees,
Can you find me a cardigan; which does not provide warmth in winter; even after being stitched with fibers of pure sheep wool,
Can you find me a spring; which incorrigibly refrains to compress; even after application of unrelenting pressure,
Can you find me a matchstick; which flounders to ignite; even after brushing against the surface of acerbic crusty paper,
Can you find me a shoe; which does not leave a footprint; even after scrupulously transgressing the wet earth,
Can you find me a tomato; which does not erupt into multiple fragments of red; even after squashing it savagely with feet,
Can you find me a rotund marble; which does not roll; even after being left on an impeccably smooth floor,
Can you find me a pellucid mirror; which does not reflect beams of white light; even after holding it stringently beneath the scintillating sun,
Can you find me a building; whose foundations do not dither; even after facing the onslaught of the tumultuous earthquake,
Can you find me a river; which does not rambunctiously flow; even after plummeting down from the slope of the colossal mountain,
And can you find me a heart; which does not turbulently throb; even after witnessing the love of its life; the person it profoundly believes in.
10. WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORLD
When I thought about the world from inside a squalid gutter; with an abhorrently fetid stench permeating into my nostrils,
I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished paper inhabiting every prevalent street.
When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky; circumvented by an ambience of silken clouds and birds,
I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures projecting in scores from its trajectory.
When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable depths of the ocean; an assemblage of salty water entrenching me in entirety,
I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of land soaked in slippery liquid.
When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert; sweltering winds blended with sand striking my persona tenaciously,
I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people sweating profusely under dazzling rays of the sun.
When I thought about the world languishing in an island of redolent flowers; the mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose tickling me to high realms of sedation,
I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every organism lurking on its soil diffusing astronomical amounts of scent.
When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of firecrackers; incredulous contraptions of dynamite exploding intermittently all around,
I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with individuals who yelled expending full capacity of their lungs; every time they felt the urge to speak.
When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands of feet below the ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me from pragmatic reality,
I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate residing enveloped by depression; and the sun incorrigibly refraining to shine.
When I thought about the
world; lying surreptitiously hidden within the interiors of the government treasury; boundless clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me to breathe,
I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children scribbling finishing their assignments on currency sheets; instead of using plain paper.
When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense forests; slithering reptiles transgressing ominously through the bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the marshy swamps,
I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with rustic cakes of cow-dung adhered to house walls instead of conventional plaster.
And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in the arms of my beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually putting me off to sleep,
I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious synergy existing between the young; the old; and the deprived.
11. YOU AND I
You and I were as inseparable; as the calcium coated nail and its slender finger,
You and I were as inseparable; as the fleshy eyelid and its transparent eyeball,
You and I were as inseparable; as nostrils and their moist waves of breath,
You and I were as inseparable; as a conglomerate of entwined roots and their rustic tree stalk,
You and I were as inseparable; as perpetually pearly moon and its shine,
You and I were as inseparable; as the chamber of mouth and its crimson complexioned tongue,
You and I were as inseparable; as a person traversing the streets and his magnified shadow,
You and I were as inseparable; as the blossoming rose and its mesmerizing redolence,
You and I were as inseparable; as the colossal expanse of blue sky and its cotton wool of clouds,
You and I were as inseparable; as mammoth ocean waters and their dangerously swirling waves,
You and I were as inseparable; as the ominous looking panther and his thunderous growl,
You and I were as inseparable; as the vivaciously chirping bird and its pair of tender wings,
You and I were as inseparable; as the crusty bar of chocolate and its lingering sweetness,
You and I were as inseparable; as the fiery body of sun and its infinite numbers of dazzling rays,
You and I were as inseparable; as the robust mountain sheep and its tufts of furry skin,
You and I were as inseparable; as the celestial fairy and the unfathomable beauty circumventing her face,
You and I were as inseparable; as the candle and its incessantly burning flame,
You and I were as inseparable; as the loving mother and her newly born child,
You and I were as inseparable; as the venomous snake and its stream of lethal poison,
and you and i were as inseparable; as the Omnipresent Almighty; and his lakhs of disciples; residing in different quarters of earth.
12. UTTERING HER NAME
When I battered my fists against the acerbic strips of glass; infinite pores on my skin started to bleed profusely,
However when I did the same uttering her name; the glass broke into an ocean of splinters; and my hand escaped unhurt without a scratch.
When I indignantly stopped my nose from inhaling breath; I let out marathon gasps after a few seconds,
However when I did the same uttering her name; I could hold on much longer in my deplorable attempt.
When I inscribed a jugglery of design with a knife on my bare chest; I felt capsized by tumultuous pain,
However when I attempted doing the same loudly chanting her name; the anguish seemed to vanish into thin wisps of oblivion.
When I tried masticating metal with my fortress of teeth; I swooned on the ground unconscious with a cluster of them strewn beside my scalp,
However when I proceeded to do the same whispering her mystical name; the disdainful metal transited to silken honey.
When I tried to pummel the wall boisterously striking my impetuous knuckles;
my fingers contracted a series of multiple fracture,
However when I did the same uttering her name; the mighty wall broke and the bricks came tumbling down.
When I clambered the slippery slopes of the treacherous mountain; I lost my footing midway; hurtling down towards the earth head on,
However when I tried doing the same singing her name; the mountain summit looked like a piece of cake; and I conquered the same in flash seconds of time.
When I tried consuming vials of poison; indispensable blood froze abruptly in my veins;
my silhouette lay numb; with a deathly blue incorporating my body,
However when I drank the same uttering her name; the venom converted itself into pure milk; and I bounced merrily with resplendent euphoria.
When I leapt from unprecedented heights of the edifice; I struck the earth with tremendous velocity; staying in perpetual coma for days,
However when I committed the same feat uttering her name; the ground I landed turned itself into spongy Dunlop; and I got rejuvenated by the through stimulation.
When I walked on blazing fires barefoot; the inner soles of my feet were rendered maim for the remainder of my life,
However when I executed the same calling her name; burning embers of the insidious fire felt like refrigerated ice; tickling my demeanor extravagantly.
I had lived all my life in blissful contentment; envisaging the beauty of her mesmerizing fragrance,
And eventually when the time came to depart for my heavenly abode; I still didn’t feel the pain; as I faintly recited her sacrosanct name
13. SOMEWHERE
Somewhere in the boundless stacks of golden hay; there lies incorporated an intricately pointed needle,
Somewhere in the sprawling fields of wild creepers; there exists the poignantly scented rose,
Somewhere in the enormous barrels of lethal poison; there lies impregnated; frugal pinches of profoundly sweet honey,
Somewhere in the arid land of the colossal desert; there lies a shimmering pool of slippery oasis,
Somewhere in the ominous castle with dilapidated interiors; there lives the mesmerizing and celestial fairy,
Somewhere in bland chunks of food; there lies embedded parsimonious fillings of piquant salt,
Somewhere in the vast expanse of black charcoal board; there lies embodied conspicuous lines of white chalk,
Somewhere in the midst of the mammoth ocean; there exists the preposterously huge whale,
Somewhere in the conglomerate of disdainfully dusty stones; there lies encapsulated the lustrous white pearl,
Somewhere in the field of hideously snaring reptiles; there exists an fur skinned innocuous rabbit,
Somewhere in the assemblage of utensils producing a discordantly clanging noise; there exists a perpetually silent pigeon feather,
Somewhere in the disheveled heap of blotted cloth; there lies a garment of impeccable and glistening silk,
Somewhere in the mangles debris of blistering lava; there exists a ravishingly cool spring of crystalline water,
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