Hide and Seek - part 4 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems Page 5
pieces of stone molded to artistic pawns,
royal knights maneuvering handsomely on the board,
sturdy rooks marching straight with dexterous ease,
hunchbacked bishops gliding through diagonal streets,
haughty queen parading on all quarters of the board,
the resolute king taking a step at a time,
minuscule pawns were killed in initial encounter,
infinite permutations kept going on,
the well spun chess cloth shone in yellow bulb light,
automatic clocks ticked with player moves,
giant screen flashed moves to millions of people,
the indoor auditorium brimmed to capacity,
crowd mass took bated breaths, stayed glued to their seats,
the battle on board grew tense,
as the day was divested of passing hours,
his tapered fingers eventually slammed a piece down,
chorused smiles reflected on thousands seated,
as well as the ones witnessing it on silver screen,
the winner proudly shook hands with the ruling
president,
flung the trophy high towards kingdom of the Creator,
grimaced his teeth in exuberance,
to announce his victory in the world of chess,
crowning him as the reigning world chess champion
46. ACNE
Round bumps of red rash developed on my face,
As a handful of mosquitoes stung placid regions of my flesh in unison.
Small protrusions of skin were visible on my face,
An aftermath of fanatic consumption of dairy milk chocolate.
Blotted patches of dirty green crept on my handsome feet,
After dipping it in stagnant water for unsurpassable lengths of time.
Soft crusts of yellow grew in abundance beneath my luscious lips,
As I didn’t scrub my face for weeks on the trot.
Illicit corrugations of grey engulfed large portions of my back,
The moment I rolled vociferously in remnant ashes of a dead soul.
Fresh wounds of thin blood were disdainful to spot on my hands,
As I kneaded them against cutters of steel to gain respite from inflamed irritation.
Prominent sty buds cropped on intricate exteriors of my eye,
After violent outbursts of epidemic fever.
Tiny hillocks of skin took birth on my scalp,
As I drenched them in fuming acid instead of tepid water.
Colossal amounts of prickly heat erupted on my chest,
As I waded through blistering currents of the brutal summer.
Minuscule goose-bumps rose with tender tenacity from my body,
As I lay down on cubes of ice, bereft of a cloth camouflaging my flesh.
Throbbing walls of my sensitive heart,
Got reinforced with a cluster of blunt tiny thorns,
Ripping apart capillaries of blood, bellows of gallant oxygen,
When the person I was ready to die for,
The one who meant to me more than what bountiful life could offer,
Left me midway in my quest for conquering unfathomable goals in life.
47. NATURAL DRINK
when drops of fuming acid fell down on the ground,
infinite blades of green grass wailed in cacophonic unison,
the soil was subjected to unrelenting agony; engulfed with waves of acerbity.
when globules of crimson paint cascaded on the ground,
a plethora of leaf was submerged with obnoxious color,
strangulating life rendering pores of tangible breath.
when pellets of aromatic effluent tumbled on the ground,
there arose an utter pandemonium; nimble ants and toads ran helter-skelter,
the rustic ambience of soil; now transited to inevitable distortion.
When fetid gutter water leaked out on the ground,
Streams of blotted liquid now imprisoned land,
And there proliferated a battalion of venomous mosquito with toxic sting.
When an extract of raw sugarcane juice was poured on the ground,
The coagulated balls of clay relished it on primordial encounter,
But soon vomited out the surplus with sighs of increasing impatience.
When a pressured spray of pesticide was sprayed uniformly on the ground,
Animate creepers repelled it with all their might,
The mud shrieked disdainfully; unable to bear the tyranny of being mutilated.
And when finally crystal water plummeted from silver grey clouds,
Famished granules of soil; heaved gargantuan sighs of relief,
Hungrily suckled the natural drink they were deprived of for marathon
hours on the trot
48. AN ACT OF BRUTALITY
The road was a desolate patch of tarmac burning,
blotches of dust stuck to side embankments,
disdainful heat waves knifed all those moving,
the sun shone from all quarters of sky carpets,
crows croaked loud for mud vessels of water,
gigantic lizards adapted chocolate brown color of tree stalk,
house interiors baked in increasing intensity of Sun blaze,
multiple mouth cavities craved for transparent liquid,
ground mud sheets burst into cracks, in boiling heat,
the kilometer strip, was inhabited by striped furry dogs,
chasing vehicles as they whistled by,
distant roars of laughter became evident,
as gang of youngsters danced in aisles of the silver Mercedes.
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blaring music echoed through the air,
powerful stench of alcohol floated in the breeze,
radial tyres left trails of scorching sand,
driver compressed gas pedal to full angularity,
innocent dogs chased car at whirlwind speed,
barked their heart out at unruly youth reclined in car seat,
ran abreast of bullet proof doors, for marathon time,
the men then decided they had enough confrontation,
wailing yelps besieged the serene calm,
as car assembly surged forward,
indiscreetly trampling few pounds of helpless dog meat.
49. ACTIONS
I chopped the mighty cheddar tree into slices of trimmed lumber,
then accomplished the action of aligning dry wood for fire.
i evacuated slippery fish from the lake with coherent dexterity,
then plunged myself into the action of roasting them for night supper.
i traveled at nerve breaking speeds in the lead tipped capsule of spaceship,
engaged myself voraciously in the task of snapping photographs of the moon.
i brutally tore through the skin of the succulent watermelon,
urged myself into the action of devouring blood red chunks of the fruit.
i waded past undulating waters of the sea; landing up marooned on an island,
intensely involved myself in the action of plucking wild banana to survive.
i subtly filled hollow interiors of my pen with fountain ink,
passionately prompting my fingers to perform the action of ornate calligraphy.
i inadvertently slipped from precarious height of the stairs,
wasted no time getting into the action of consuming a pellet of pain killer.
i mounted euphorically on a thoroughbred stallion,
then ardently executed the action of galloping past the mountains.
i chewed a cluster of sapphire green betel leaf,
performed the rustic action of spitting cup fulls of saliva on the street.
i memorized mystical tunes all throughout the cloud covers of murky day,
prolifically drowned myself in the action of composing romantic songs.
i slogged in the blistering heat of the fierce midday Sun,
50. ADDICTION
a dog has overwhelming addiction for raw sticks of
bone,
gnaws them with immense fervour,
crushing them to finely powdered calcium with brutal strokes of canine teeth.
the human tongue has an addiction for the slimy texture of water,
swallows mammoth pints of ice water with the ticking clock,
relishing the moist freshness, quenching the thirst for insatiable desire.
a slab of iron has an addiction for acquiring coats of rust,
the monsoon approaches, mighty droplets of rain drench its surface,
transforming its shining body into rusty curled peels projecting out.
the farmer has an addiction for rich cow milk,
deftly kneading the ripened teats,
thereby extracting a fountain of white cream into the empty pail placed below.
the spider has an addiction for spinning webs,
revolves incessantly with sticky juice emanating from its legs,
developing a network of intermingled threads glistening in the golden Sunlight.
some souls have a mounting addiction for tobacco leaf,
chewing it, blowing it into clouds of grey smoke,
rendering their hearts deficient of life bestowing achromatic oxygen.
fishes have addiction for saline ocean water,
move at amazing speeds with their bodies slithering,
gasp for breath, dying within few seconds of isolation from the sea.
all car engines have severe addiction for lubricant oil,
sputter at regular intervals, whine like monsters,
emitting sparks of friction when divested of blood in their veins.
i had a pragmatic addiction to survive,
had to consume many morsels of food and water to achieve the same,
needed crisp currency notes as my sole artillery,
which appeared cumbersome to earn from impoverished hearts residing beside me.
The End .