Hide and Seek - part 8 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems Read online

bomb blast.

  When I tried standing erect on it swirling rampantly to blaring tunes diffusing from the CD systems; it initially complied with my desire,

  Although after a while I found myself adhering to the opposite wall of the room; as it had inevitably skidded and flung me like a discarded heap.

  When I incorrigibly refrained to clean it; letting hordes of dust settle on its persona,

  I had to suffer unrelentingly from sporadic bouts of thunderous coughing; with

  the minuscule particles entering my nose.

  When I washed it with freezing water in winter castigating for disobeying my

  command; it appeared forlorn and meek in the beginning,

  However when the next day I entered my office; there was a derogatory odor

  intensely hovering in the air; also I saw a fleet of termite gnawing the soft wood with overwhelming relish.

  When I endeavored to emboss script on its body; it incessantly rotated and shook; bouncing with gay abundance on its springs,

  Driving me wild beyond the threshold of definable frustration; and I finally gave up on my persevering effort.

  When I kicked it in its rear; exerting tumultuous force with my bohemian feet,

  It placidly lay down topsy-turvy several paces further; and I had scrupulously

  make sure whether all parts were intact; before relaxing on it again.

  When I tried incinerating it; submerging it wholesomely in my left over alcohol; it caught flames which rose high and handsome towards the sky,

  All that was now left of it was charred ashes; which I consummately used to

  sprinkle as manure over my plants.

  But let me tell you folks; I had enjoyed it the most; supremely relished its

  company for marathon hours on the trot,

  When I swung it tenaciously to and fro; with my feet languidly sprawled on the

  table; my eyes partially closed; and my rocking chair virtually putting my into a mystical slumber. 

  15. 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.

  16. HUNCH BACKED CAMEL 

   

  It bore the acrimonious tyranny of scorching sun round the year; leaving bold footprints in the dust it tread,

  Traversed incessantly through blistering soil; with sandy winds blowing across its eyes,

  Ambled languidly in the brilliant day; increasing its pace a trifle at the onset of night,

  Intermittently munched parrot green tentacles of rustic cactus; immensely relished the dry meal of leaf and thorn,

  Occasionally rubbed its slender neck against the sandpaper skin of wild tree; raising its eyes toward the almighty residing in heaven,

  Angrily swished the scanty clusters of hair on its tail; to drive away scores of petulant mosquitoes,

  Wore a bedraggled rope dangling loose from its neck; a cushioned saddle riveted to its angular sculptured body; Intricate pieces of leather wound to its mouth; to maneuver it through labyrinth of routes,

  Possessed a firm pair of hooves; which glistened all the more profoundly in the sunbeams and looked mesmerizing under the placid moon,

  Had a slimy nose with gaping nostrils; which remained wet despite the acrid warmth irrevocably prevailing,

  Spawned many of its kind; suckling its young ones utterly bereft of a cloistered shade,

  Walked marathon distances in a single day; unrelentingly stepping on islands of steaming land,

  Stooped down as much as it could; when confronted with tumultuous whirlpools blowing with full might,

  Moaned in high pitched exuberance as it sighted a solitary stream; storing the water for months till it found a fresh source,

  Gallantly fought an army of disdainful crabs; audaciously kicked loose rocks that came its way,

  Seldom shed its tears; overwhelmingly inspiring those who feared life to come out of their nonexistent shells,

  Had a passion to bask under the dazzling sun; thoroughly detested crystal blue patches in the sky being obfuscated by clouds,

  It had remained as stoical as omnipotent god under the most bizarre of

  circumstances; refraining to flounder under the pugnacious heat,

  Was quite glad to adopt the sizzling silver sands as its companion for

  life;

  even dreaming about the same while in deep sleep,

  I offer my humble salutations to this silent warrior; as my hunch backed camel carries me through the colossal expanse of the Sahara desert. 

  17. WHAT'S THERE IN A NAME 

   

  I knew a guy named "angel"; who as his name suggests should have been as sacrosanct as gods residing in the cosmos,

  However when one encountered him in pragmatic reality; he looked like an diabolical giant; with unruly strands of hair prominently cascading down his nape.

  I knew a guy named "Tarzan"; who as his name suggests should have been as strong as the rocks; with a plethora of muscles bulging through his shirt,

  However when I saw him transgressing across the road; he looked as feeble as the innocuous rabbit; trying to shirk society and retreat as quickly as possible into his den.

  I knew a girl named "felicity"; who as her name suggested should have been basking in a river of perennial happiness,

  However when I sat with her for marathon hours on the trot; I realized she was a misfit for her name; as she neither s
miled nor moved; incessantly maintaining a face as expressionless as a stone.

  I knew a guy named "prince"; who as his name suggested should have been embellished in an armory of exquisite diamonds and silver,

  However when one saw him voraciously scratching his hair; he held a threadbare

  container of steel to beg; wore scanty rags of paper to drape his shivering silhouette.

  I knew a girl named "honey"; who as her name suggests should have been as sweet and melodious as the nectar oozing from beehives,

  However when I sat beside her across the table; she irascibly hurled at me a volley of abashing expletives; burst on me unrelentingly like a pugnacious green chili.

  I knew a guy named "love"; who as his name suggests should have been with a

  congenial attitude; amicably propagating the essence of friendship,

  However when I stumbled upon him suddenly at the discotheque; the first thing

  he said was; he wanted to mercilessly kill the girl next door for rejecting his

  proposal of illicit romance.

  I knew a girl named "rose"; who as her name suggests should have been as mystical and enchanting as the mesmerizing flower,

  However it was a fact that people shut their noses as she arrived; as she smelt of deplorable rotten eggs; intransigently spreading her aroma wherever she went.

  I knew a guy named "crystal"; who as his name suggests should have been as scintillating as the conglomerate of silver mirrors,

  However when I nudged by him on the street under the dazzling Sunlight; I

  could hardly believe my eyes; as he appeared blacker than the blackest piece of coal existing on this earth.

  On the other hand I knew a guy named "brownie"; who as his name suggests

  should have been colored as disdainful mud,

  However when I saw him addressing a large assemblage of people; I realized

  that not only was he fair as white ice; but he had the charisma embedded in

  him which few residing on this globe possess.

  Therefore folks this is a question I put before you; tell me all of you what's there in a name; what's there to even contemplate about a name,

  When the true beauty; the incorrigible spirit to live; the celestial feeling of benevolence and unbiased love; all lies impregnated in the throbbing heart.

  18. THERMOMETER 

   

  When I placed it in my mouth; encircling my tongue all around it completely wetting its periphery,

  The mercury inside rose meticulously to a holistic degree; perfectly indicating the exact temperature prevailing in my body.

  When I placed it in boiling water; cooking neatly over dried logs of timberwood,

  The mercury inside shot at alarming proportions; almost tearing through its fragile body; and as an aftermath wasn’t able to come down to its original position.

  When I placed it amidst frozen cubes of white ice; making sure that it stood stringently upright,

  The mercury inside couldn’t muster the slightest of tenacity to rise; it slept in its shell as if had died decades ago.

  When I placed it in ploughed soil; abreast infinite numbers of freshly sown seeds,

  The mercury inside nimbly rose a few millimeters; although it vehemently opposed for being subjected to maltreatment.

  When I placed it in the baking oven; besides the scores of sizzling pancakes,

  The mercury inside skyrocketed out of its shell; spread all over the pastry in intense indignation.

  When I placed it in a silken web; with the gallant monster curiously inspecting the scintillating contraption,

  The mercury inside was partially obscured from sight; it neither rose nor fell; although was a bit circumspect when the spider caressed it with its lips.

  When It unwittingly slipped from my hands; colliding with a gentle thud on the obdurate ground,

  The mercury inside pathetically leaked out of the instrument; and I feasted my eyes on its silver complexion blended with a captivating shine.

  When I placed It in an alligators mouth; sandwiching it scrupulously between the monsters teeth,

  The mercury inside seemed as if it simply wasn’t there; it had a died a fearful death even before I had opened the savage jaws of the beast.

  When I placed under the palms of my beloved; letting her satiny hair cascade over its exteriors,

  The mercury inside was as enthralled as I was; and it relished the prospect of rising to her perpetual warmth.

  It was exquisitely sculptured; made of unbreakable glass; and had a handsome bulb of silver shining handsomely under the Sunlight,

  And I made it a point of carrying it everywhere I went; had wholesomely given

  the task of safeguarding my health; to my robust and crystalline thermometer. 

  19. TARZAN OF THE JUNGLE 

   

  He rambunctiously gallivanted through the dense shrubs; swirled at gay abandon

  on extruding creepers of animate trees,

  Tenaciously rubbed rotund pieces of flint stone; to incinerate a smokeless fire,

  Feasted himself on clusters of ripened bananas; a conglomerate of wild apple and succulent fruit,

  Viciously attacked savage beasts; strangulating the same by mercilessly grabbing their slender necks,

  Garrulously gulped water from the fresh water springs; stooping as low as he could to submerge his face entirely in the ravishing water,

  Philandered merrily through cloistered underground caves; basking in the gleam of the glittering gold coins; with his pet rattler wound round his neck,

  Audaciously crept his hands into venomous spider webs; passionately fondling with its serrated tentacles,

  Replicated the voices of a host of birds with astoundingly similarity; meticulously deciphering the meaning conveyed therein,

  Clambered up with nonchalant ease; a cluster of tall trees with the uncanny agility of a mongoose,

  Didn’t mind ravenous mosquitoes sucking his blood; inviting them chivalrously to bite his skin,

  Intrepidly battled the hostile crocodile on the marshy swamps; snapping apart its jaws into minuscule fragments,

  Had a severe abhorrence for alien tourists; marauding his privacy with a fleet of boats and contemporary contrivances,

  Possessed infinite pairs of bulging muscles; which glistened magnificently under the golden sun,

  Had incongruous wisps of long hair cascading freely down his back; abnormally

  large peripheral eyes resembling the moon,

  Ate sumptuous fish raw; after catching them from fathomless distances beneath the pellucid stream,

  Rode bareback throughout the meandering forest; sitting majestically on the back of a striped panther,

  Could stare unrelentingly at sun for hours; without flinching the slightest

  portion of his lids,

  Communicated adroitly with the wildlife circumventing; using a plethora of vibrant insinuations,

  Had an armory of pearly teeth; which crept up enchantingly from under his luscious lips,

  Was oblivious to the prevailing time; day and month of the unveiling year; wholesomely relying on the sun and moon to guide his way through,

  He had been left years ago by his mother; amongst a cluster of savage wolves,

  Suckled milk from the protuberant teats of his lion mother; sleeping quietly as an angel against her fur coated belly,

  With a threadbare piece of loin cloth being his sole attire since times immemorial; he was adeptly christened by all as tarzan of the jungle.

  20. SHARP SCISSORS 

   

  I used to cut thick strands of the abysmally long rope; bifurcating it into commensurate halves,

  Then use the same in hoisting out bulky loads from the sequestered well; fetch

  water from the river standing on top of the lanky mountain.

  I used it to adroitly scrape blotches of disdainful mud adhering to my shoe; evacuate the debris from inside the soles,

/>   So when I wore my disheveled footwear the next time out; it appeared profoundly scintillating under the fiery body of Sun.

  I used it to scrupulously tear pieces of gaudy cloth into thin strips; vibrantly displaying a host of vivid colors,

  Then stuck them into my straw brimmed hat; wore a strap of snake leather; to

  resemble the perfect cowboy.

  I used to ruthlessly rip apart through pudgy chunks of plush upholstery; brutally extricating the sponge out,

  In my frantic search for finding the missing jewels; apprehending the scores of nefarious criminals.

  I used it to poke my beloved in the soft cartilage of her ribs; hovering it in the vicinity of her ear like a petulant mosquito,

  Only to hear her anguished rebuking; the deliberately cold meals she served me for nocturnal supper.

  I used it to tenaciously dig the fresh mounds of mud; making a plethora of inconspicuous holes in proximity of the plants,

  Facilitating their accelerated growth; providing them with augmented space

  to breathe.

  I used it to spread the golden smear of butter on my morning bread; coherently

  applying jam to my succulent fruit,

  Thereafter Relishing my meal immensely; with sporadic beams of light falling

  in shimmering pools on my dreary eyes.

  I used it to frivolously prick inflated balloons; inserting it with meticulous

  precision in their protuberant body,

  Tremendously enjoyed the thunderous bang; the monstrous reverberations that

  besieged the atmosphere as an inevitable aftermath.

  I even used it sometimes as a substitute to my pen; dipping it extravagantly

  in a bottle replete with blue blooded ink,

  However it floundered to achieve the required proficiency; and it was an apathy to view the mangled lines of literature that I had scribbled on the finely

  agglutinated paper.

  But one thing was for sure; and I know all of you would ubiquitously agree with the same,

  My pair of sharp scissors served me the best when I used it to trim the

  unruly hair inhabiting my scalp; the deplorable strands of moustache waywardly

  drooping down my chin,

  Astoundingly transforming my demeanor from that of a bushy demon; to that of an impeccable God.

  21. ROTUND BAR OF LIPSTICK 

   

  When I applied it on my eyes; rubbing it vigorously all around the intricately drooping lids,

  It looked pretty sensuous with a frivolous aura circumventing my persona; although petulant sensations of itching started after some time had elapsed; and I removed it entirely with a coarse cloth.

  When I smeared it gently across my scalp; it produced an inevitable tickling vibration all over;

  The massage was revitalizing and terrific; although scores of people made a travesty of me outside; as my hair had converted from black to shades of effeminate pink.

  When I dabbed it on the perspicuous surface of mirror; it produced incoherent smudges everywhere,

  The silhouettes now displayed were considerably voluptuous; although when I

  tried to sight my reflection in the glass it appeared to be a befuddled blur.

  When I held it in the path of oncoming beams of stringent sunlight; it emitted out brilliant ramifications,

  Imparted a prominently scarlet tinge to the golden rays; although it dramatically reduced the tenacity of light, which illuminated the cloistered darkness.

  When I endeavored to scribble literature with it; the lines I embossed looked like written with pure blood,

  The mundane sheet of paper suddenly appeared special; although I found it