Hide and Seek - part 6 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems Read online

incoherent design of white dots then inhabited my face; scores of flies and cupid ants stuck like true stalwarts to my demeanor.

  And when I sliced my heart open with the most sharpest of blade; crimson blood gushed out at exhilarating speeds,

  It contained bold traces of the girl I immensely loved; the celestial image of the mother from whom I was born.

  14. EXPURGATIONS

  The disdainful gutters; expurgated tons of sewage every unveiling day; producing an unbearable stench which infiltrated the fragrant surroundings,

  The parrot green blades of grass; expurgated dew drops at the onset of evanescent dawn; shimmering magnificently in the temperate sunshine,

  The exhausted body; expurgated a million drops of sweat; slowly trickling down the bushy eyebrows,

  The fountain pen; expurgated sapphire ink when pressed; granting intricate shape to a jugglery of words,

  The colossal mountains; expurgated droplets of snow in chilly winter; which cascaded down their slopes in unparalleled jubilation,

  The mystical nightingale; expurgated melodious sounds as it opened its slender throat; flooding the ambience with its deliciously sweet music,

  The ominous clouds in the sky; expurgated torrential rain; quenching the insatiable thirst of the parched ground,

  The monstrous trucks on the road; expurgated obnoxious smoke; prompting suffocation in innocuously passing pedestrians,

  The sensitive filament of bulb; expurgated brilliant light; illuminating the gruesome darkness in the solitary street,

  The animate inhabiting terrestrial earth; expurgated feces as the first activity before commencing the new day,

  The lizard on the wall; expurgated hostile blood at the occupants; when provoked and slashed by the same,

  The celestial body of the Sun; expurgated sizzling rays; fumigating the conglomerate of dirt on earth,

  The bunch of entangled rose; expurgated tantalizing fragrance; tickling the most ruthless of individuals,

  The salty waves of the boundless ocean; expurgated dead fish on the shores; killed mercilessly by fishermen and fiery storms,

  The resplendent rainbow in the cosmos; expurgated a plethora of colors; glistening in the splendor of pouring rain,

  The striped panther philandering through the jungle; expurgated a domineering growl; announcing its presence to all animals in vicinity,

  The ones suffering from lethal cancer; expurgated precious blood; struggling every unleashing minute to stay alive,

  The eyes of my mother; expurgated tears of incredible exultation when I was born,

  The nostrils incorporated in every human; expurgated humid breath; necessary to sustain life,

  And the indefatigable heart imprisoned in my chest; expurgated love for the ones it cared for; the girl it unrelentingly loved.

  15. SHE LOVED HER BABY MORE THAN SHE LOVED HER GOD

  She hurled him high in the air; exuberantly catching him in her safe arms,

  Suckled him passionately with her milk; harnessing his tiny form with her warmth,

  Played with him incessantly; instructing him how to unwind the soft toy train,

  Cleansed his mischievous face frequently of mud and blotted ink,

  Held his fragile fingers firmly in hers; trying to inculcate in him the art of walking,

  Tickled him voraciously on his belly; which prompted him to incoherently giggle; displaying fresh buds of his newly formed teeth,

  Placed him in the bathtub filled with heaps of flocculent foam; thoroughly scrubbing his minuscule silhouette,

  Gave him a honey soother to chew; in order to facilitate the metamorphosis of his teeth,

  Rubbed his supple body with emollient olive oil; basking him in the full light of the Sun,

  Applied black lining of mascara on his drooping eyelashes; to accentuate his huge crystal eyes,

  Tied jingling chains to his feet; which produced a tinkling sound as he ran,

  Taught him the indispensability of language; with a bulky book of articulate alphabets lying by her side,

  Scrupulously changed his yellow diaper; as he had a habit of intermittently wetting,

  Sprinkled tons of aromatic powder on his arms; attempting to make his somber complexion multiple shades fairer,

  Placed him amidst an island of inflated balloon; which he inadvertently pinched; and was dumbfounded on hearing the thunderous noise produced thereafter,

  Fed him with a pulverized curry of milk and fresh corn; at painstaking speeds; for him to digest the same with ease,

  Cuddled his shock of curly hair entwining her fingers; combed it after giving him a revitalizing massage,

  Took him out in the spongy grass to play; introducing him to a cluster of new children,

  Wiped his tears with her tender lips; when he unrelentingly cried; pacified him by singing melodious rhymes,

  Kept all doors locked; providing him a formidable enclosure to inhabit; saving his innocuous form; from hideous eyes of the evil,

  She loved her baby more than she loved her God;

  Gave him his last feed of sumptuous milk; before putting him of to a blissful slumber.

  16. TOUCH

  When I dared to touch the fiery and pugnacious ball of Sun; I got instantly electrocuted,

  All the animate cells in my body got mercilessly charred; and I was decimated to a residue of finely chiseled black powder.

  When I inadvertently touched acid bubbling in the dark crucible; my hands were rendered lifeless by the impact,

  Loud screams of anguish echoed from my mouth; water globules rolled down my cheek; as I possessed insipid capacity to bear the pain.

  When I touched red chili sprouting from the soil with my hands; there was a disdainful rash that spread on my skin,

  Sizzling currents of electricity rain down my spine; succeeded by a feeling of sudden blindness in my eyes; as some of it had managed to enter the same.

  When I touched bare wires of light with the rain pelting down; my body shook like a torrential volcano,

  The conglomerate of my teeth chattered incessantly; and I fell down on the ground unconscious; inaudibly crying for water.

  When I touched frozen ice strewn in abundance on slopes of the colossal mountain range; I felt my blood slightly freeze,

  My hands went partially numb with sheer inability to move; and there was no sensation even when I punctured them with hot needles.

  When I touched the aromatic elixir of petrol; there arose a deplorable stench in the air,

  I was soon battling for life; encompassed in entirety by hostile flames; as someone in vicinity had alighted a matchstick.

  When I gently touched the serrated green skin of the alligator; mistaking it for a jeweled fantasy island,

  The beast made no mistakes; instead scrupulously dismantled my flesh from bone; before devouring me as a relishing meal.

  When I touched wild blades of African grass standing tall at the equator; I felt inevitable sensations of itching besieging my persona,

  Blotches of red soon enveloped my innocuous face; small rivulets of blood trickled down; as an aftermath of the raw scratching.

  When I touched strongly blended white adhesive paint; presuming it to be frosty milk,

  My palms irrevocably stuck to the concoction; and inspite of Herculean effort from my side; I was simply unable to free my grip.

  And eventually when I touched her lips; wound my arms around her in an air tight embrace;

  All my obstacles seemed to be vanquished; it was as if I was in the middle of a grandiloquent reverie; with the bond of our love growing perpetually stronger; as the minutes unleashed.

  17. WINGS OF LOVE

  I wanted to fly high in the blue sky on the wings of love;

  Traversing through balls of white cotton clouds; listening to the mellifluous chirping of birds,

  Having a silent peep at the blazing Sun; admiring its enchanting and radiant shine,

  Bathing in the unrelenting rain pelting down; trying to catch the tiny
droplets in my palms,

  Watching atrocious airplanes whizzing past me at electric speeds; invading the serenity of the atmosphere,

  Confronting chilly draughts of breeze as I proceeded; occasional flakes of snow caressing my hair,

  The horizon appearing just at arms lengths from my body; as if the Sun was ready to gobble me for supper,

  Earthly inhabitation infinite kilometers away from my sight; with a panoramic view of the towering mountains,

  The innocuous white of my skin transiting to scarlet red; as gusty winds rushed across in fury,

  A fleet of twinkling stars staring down at me in pin drop silence; preparing to shimmer in the night,

  Thunderous black clouds obliterating me completely from visions of earth,

  The only food being; a blend of white and colored air inundating my mouth,

  The need for water not arising; in the bitter cold and freezing sheets of wind,

  With me somersaulting several times on my back; viewing the sky in ecstasy walking upside down,

  A feeling of reverence; feeling the divine Creator in whispering distances of my silhouette,

  There was no pollution; adulteration; not even the faintest trace of civilization as I flew,

  The open conglomerate of sky and space besieging me in a vice like grip,

  Simply not a soul to disturb me throughout the long day; the tenacious light of the moon engulfing me in darkness,

  I remembered my close affiliates; siblings; and most importantly the spell binding cadence of her voice,

  As I flew still higher in the sky; on the wings of perpetual love.

  18. THERE WAS NOTHING BORN ON EARTH

  There was nothing born on earth; whiter than frosty white cow milk,

  There was nothing born on earth; saltier than the saline sea,

  There was nothing born on earth; redder than the intensely emollient scarlet rose,

  There was nothing born on earth; more green than the blades of grass protruding from fresh soil,

  There was nothing born on earth; purer than crystal spray of water cascading down the mountain,

  There was nothing born on earth; more pungent than piquant slices of red chili,

  There was nothing born on earth; more transparent than the human eye,

  There was nothing born on earth; more sensitive than the throbbing heart,

  There was nothing born on earth; more rotten than raw pig manure,

  There was nothing born on earth; more effusive than a flurry of tears dribbling down the cheek,

  There was nothing born on earth; more tenacious than resplendently strong beams of the moon,

  There was nothing born on earth; more reinvigorating than a glass of natural coconut water,

  There was nothing born on earth; more supple than the skin of an innocuous infant,

  There was nothing born on earth; more eloquent than the mesmerizing voice of the nightingale,

  There was nothing born on earth; more sweeter than succulent sticks of farm sugarcane,

  There was nothing born on earth; more handsome than the majestically swirling electric blue dolphin,

  There was nothing born on earth; more provoking than a helpless cry,

  There was nothing born on earth; more thorny than the king cactus extruding from silver desert mud,

  There was nothing born on earth; more slippery than the glistering sand,

  There was nothing born on earth; more vociferous than the growl of the panther,

  There was nothing born on earth; more dominating than the inner voice of the conscience,

  There was nothing born on earth; more benevolent than serving mankind,

  There was nothing born on earth; more beautiful than a persons mother,

  There was nothing born on earth; more powerful than the Creator,

  And there was nothing born on earth; more invincible than true love.

  19. WHEN I WROTE HER NAME

  When I wrote her name with light fountain ink; on the naked parchment of white paper,

  It appeared almost invisible; failed to portray the fervent intensity of our romance.

  When I inscribed her name on the walls; using exquisite quality of floral paints,

  There emanated an ethereal fragrance of flower; although it failed to highlight the main ingredient of our love.

  When I scribbled her name on the slippery beach sands; using a chiseled twig,

  The calligraphy embossed looked amusing; although it soon got washed in entirety by the gushing waves.

  When I painted her name on scintillating glass; using vibrant strokes of steel gray,

  The printing was so scrupulous and neat; that it miserably failed to depict the tenacity of our relationship.

  When I wrote her name on the black board; using a cylindrical stick of expensive chalk,

  It appeared clear and bold; although it couldn’t yet provoke even the slightest of sentiment; and the professor soon scrubbed it clean with his duster.

  When I embedded her name on a triangular biscuit of gold; using my switchblade knife,

  It appeared grandiloquently studded; although it gave our love a look of ostentatious flattery.

  When I symmetrically carved her name on the soft tree bark; using the corrugated drill,

  It appeared astoundingly clear from a far distance; although it failed to convey our immortality; as the next second a nomad chopped it down.

  When I incorporated her name on the voluptuous cake; using an icing of aromatic peppermint,

  It looked romantically enticing; although it couldn’t display the essence of our romance; soon lost its charm as a battalion of ants and insets crawled all over.

  When I painstakingly penned her name on glittering diamonds; using a solution of shimmering silver,

  It appeared kingly and aristocratic; although it failed to highlight the hardships we had undergone to make our love an intransigent success.

  And when I wrote her name on my chest; using rusty nails and a gleaming blade,

  Pools of blood dribbled down my ribs; rendering me virtually unconscious; but this time it spoke fathomless volumes of our immense dedication,

  With each droplet of blood; reflecting the unconquerable tenacity of our everlasting love.

  20. BOUNCE

  When I banged a ball of spongy rubber on the ground; it bounced a few times with insipid fervor,

  Rising a few inches from the ground; displaying a thoroughly lackluster performance.

  When I threw a rotund ball of solid stone on polished floor; it bounced negligibly; producing a thunderous noise when it collided,

  Unable to rise even a centimeter above the ground; languidly rolling as if about to be indiscreetly kicked.

  When I released a ball of pure crystal from unprecedented heights of the edifice; it diffused into infinite splinters of acerbic powder,

  There was no question of it bouncing; as it reduced to complete shambles; and the loss incurred was substantial.

  When I hurled a ball of obdurate leather on the silver façade of glass; it zipped through like a fiery rocket,

  Bouncing with nonchalant exuberance after striking the floor; and there was a rotten fragrance of leather that disparagingly originated.

  When I banged a ball of flocculent cotton on the muddy road; it blended magnificently with the ocean of dirt,

  It simply refrained to bounce; and flimsy wisps of satin flakes drifted in the air.

  When I banged a ball ornately stitched with a plethora of crimson rose petal; there was not a trace of the faintest of bounce,

  The blissful leaves were squashed into a miserable pulp; and colored juice dribbled; forming tiny rivulets on the ground.

  When I threw a ball of wet mud high in the air; it settled on the ground with a dull thud,

  Umpteenth molecules of loose dirt cascaded all over; and the bounce was intensely sporadic before it died.

  When I voraciously banged a ball of hot iron against car metal; it ripped apart the intricate d
emeanor,

  Traversing at swashbuckling speeds like a fired bullet; it was too heavy to bounce and virtually sunk deep.

  When I banged a ball of malevolent hatred on the floor; it assassinated alongwith itself scores of impeccable individuals,

  Propagating enmity in races of mixed color; instigating rampant incidences of uncurbed violence; without bouncing the slightest whisker.

  And when I eventually banged the ball of love against the most roughest of surface; it bounced as high as the sky,

  Kept bouncing even after striking the ground several times;

  It was the bounce of flexibility; the bounce of perpetual bondage and sharing; which had its spirits soaring handsome in the clouds; with the Creator to shower his blessings and perennially protect it.

  21. SWITCH OF THE AIR-CONDITIONER PLEASE