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

intractably difficult to read the script.

  When I brushed it harshly against wet soil; inserting its tip fully into the mud,

  That brought some vibrancy into the nondescript chunk of land; although it created monumental complications; as some pedestrians mistook it to be early insinuations of volcano erupting; and fled instantly for their lives.

  When I held it close to my nostrils; substituting it for my antiseptic inhaler,

  A poignantly ravishing aroma flooded my lungs; although after a few minutes I felt a sneeze about to thunderously emanate from the aperture of my mouth.

  When I spread it commensurately across my armory of teeth; there were tingling reverberations that initially struck me,

  With the buds in my tongue liking the sudden change in taste; although when I exposed them to the world while speaking; they shirked away from me in utter abhorrence; perceiving me to be a satanic devil.

  When I caressed it across my morning bread instead of using conventional butter; the dough looked immensely appetizing,

  Seeming as if someone had stashed it full of succulent cherry; although when I ate; I felt an insurmountable urge to puke out the same.

  I must mention though I realized its optimum value after rubbing it on the lips of my beloved; blending it scrupulously with her saliva when she pursed them,

  She looked like a mesmerizing fairy and it now became inevitable for me to kiss her; savoring the flavor of her delectable lips as well as my rotund bar of lipstick.

  22. BALD 

  I didn’t need shampoo to clean my scalp; instead a glass of tainted water could excellently do the job,

  On the other hand you required tones of bubbly froth to cleanse your hair; evacuate the petulant granules of dandruff neatly entrapped between your follicles.

  I didn’t need gleaming hair oil to smear on my head; all I had to do was clap it loudly with my bohemian palms,

  On the other hand you required swanky ointments; antiseptic creams to keep the

  conglomerate of your hair well in place.

  I didn’t need scintillating scissors to use on my scalp; it would appear wholesomely ludicrous even if I held one in close proximity with it,

  On the other hand you required a plethora of sharp instruments; pairs of intricate razors; in order to occasionally trim the unruly tentacles of your hair.

  I didn’t need a brush to part my scalp; as it nimbly obliged to my scrubbing it with a dust cloth,

  On the other hand you required a luxuriously serrated comb; to Meticulously

  entangle the incorrigible knots formed in your long hair.

  I didn’t need to camouflage my scalp with a taut piece of cloth every time I

  ventured out; as there was no danger of the wind blowing it away,

  On the other hand you required to embellish yourself with a grandiloquent cap;

  a host of flapping sunshades; in order to ensure that the thin wisps of your

  hair didn’t rip apart with the tenacious breeze.

  I didn’t need to incessantly browse my hands through my scalp; while attending

  pompous parties,

  On the other hand you required to sporadically run your fingers against your

  cuticles; making sure that they remained stringently aligned.

  I didn’t need to wash my scalp after bathing in the saline ocean; instead let

  it to dry over a natural course of time,

  On the other hand it was inevitable for you to stand beneath a steaming shower; to annihilate all the poignant salt trapped in your greasy hair.

  I didn’t need to consume a battalion of salubrious vitamins to make my scalp

  glisten; simply standing under the blazing sun itself; granted it an enchanting shine,

  On the other hand you desperately required to procure every tonic available in

  the market; to impregnate an artificial luster in your lifeless hair.

  I didn’t need to submerge my scalp into ravishing cologne to get noticed;

  people profoundly admired the openness of my head wherever I went,

  On the other hand you used to apply the most enticing of gel on your lackadaisical hair; and yet remained unnoticed.

  I didn’t need to coat my scalp with black chemicals; intermittently apply a

  blend of paint and water to keep it in shape,

  On the other hand you were exorbitantly conscious about the greyness in your

  hair; painting it with brilliant dye; remained busy all day trying to pluck the

  insipid strands of white.

  Therefore it is my earnest prayer to you O! omnipresent Creator; to create me

  without hair for the next 100 births; if I fortunately took birth on this soil as man,

  For I considered myself infinite times luckier to remain bald; than suffer

  from the unrelenting tyranny of possessing clusters of bushy hair.