Hide and Seek - part 5 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems Page 6

fires in icy water,

  If I had your love; I could impart life in dead blades of insipid grass,

  If I had your love; I could bring the celestial stars back on terrestrial land,

  If I had your love; I could flood the scorching soil of the desert with cool reinvigorating liquid,

  If I had your love; I could transform mundane mud into gold,

  If I had your love; I could make the colossal aircraft fly without wings,

  If I had your love; I could make the ceiling bulb shine without electricity,

  If I had your love; I could make disdainful stones glitter like exquisite diamonds,

  If I had your love; I could make those bereft of indispensable sight; blissfully see,

  If I had your love; I could embed the hearts of brutal criminals with perpetual love,

  If I had your love; I could blend the sapphire clouds existing in the firmament of sky in the balcony of your living room,

  If I had your love; I could construct a house with frigid chunks of decayed paper,

  If I had your love; I could make a computer function without intricate programmed microchips,

  If I had your love; I could drive a car at flamboyant speeds without petrol,

  If I had your love; I could inundate the immaculate white canvas with resplendent streaks of vibrant color,

  If I had your love; I could smolder the heat in an crackling fire without an extinguisher,

  If I had your love; I could emboss the parchment of bonded paper with infinite

  lines of calligraphy with a concoction of my blood,

  If I had your love; I could make a dumb man speak like he was the finest orator,

  If I had your love; I could produce a rainbow in the gargantuan cosmos without

  rain,

  If I had your love; I could conquer the tallest summit of the mountain with unprecedented ease,

  If I had your love; I could win the mightiest of battles without a sword,

  If I had your love; I could submerge myself in fuming acid without getting ruthlessly burnt,

  If I had your love; I could live without food and water for marathon hours on the trot,

  If I had your love; I could stroll casually without clothes amidst the freezing winds of the snow clad alps,

  If I had your love; I could make a snake bite without injecting its deadly poison,

  If I had your love; I could make individuals sleeping in dead corpses awaken with robust life,

  If I had your love; I could annihilate the deadliest of obstacles that confronted my way,

  If I had your love; I could drink the most lethal of poison and still dance boisterously on the open streets,

  If I had your love; I would feel endowed by the Almighty as the most fortunate of all existing; and If ever by stroke of hapless fortune relinquished life; I would yet

  feel alive.

  17. IF MY HEART WAS MADE OF STEEL

  If my hands were made of pure stainless steel;

  I would be able to dismantle the most obdurate of stone; shattering the most acerbic of glass,

  At the same time; I would be deprived of the intricate ability to sketch and paint.

  If my legs were composed of glistening steel; fortified with surplus fillings

  of iron,

  I would be able to trample fearlessly through blistering oceans of lava; kicking mighty barricades of wood hampering my way,

  At the same time; I would relinquish the ability to handsomely walk and run.

  If my skull was blended with invincible iron; embedded with an amalgamate of strong cement,

  I would be able to withstand the most tenacious of blows; rupture brick walls by my mere caress,

  At the same time; I would emancipate the ability to majestically fantasize and think.

  If my eyes were made of impregnable steel, embellished with an exterior coating of brass,

  Hot needles of coal wouldn’t make an impact when inserted; and they wouldn’t bleed,

  At the same time; I would abdicate the power to see; produce volatile tears of empathy.

  If the nails on my fingers were made of polished steel,

  I would be able to scratch the hardest of wall with nonchalant ease; dig deep fathomless holes in rock ground,

  At the same time; I would lose the right to poke my mother.

  If the house that I lived in was composed of steel juxtaposed with shards of blotted chrome,

  I would sleep all night without the tension of burglars intruding in,

  At the same time; I would be deprived of the ravishing scent of grass; and the

  gusty winds of nature.

  If the clusters of my teeth were made of formidable steel,

  I would be able to crack the hardest of coconut; gnaw incessantly at raw slices of unprocessed bone,

  At the same time; I would feel embarrassed to smile; kiss my beloved with passionate fervour.

  And if my heart was made of high quality resistant steel,

  I would be able to withstand the most voracious of body blows; sustaining life

  even at high altitudes in the air,

  At the same time; It would fail to beat violently when I was supremely in

  love; and reminiscing nostalgia of past pain.

  18. I LIKED THE WAY

  I liked the way; the jugglery of bones moved in the body,

  I liked the way thunderous clouds in the cosmos produced sheets of torrential rain,

  I liked the way in which fish swam articulately swishing their silken fins,

  I liked the way; in which handsome horses galloped down the plateau at swashbuckling speeds,

  I liked the way; in which fluorescent bulbs diffused gaudy lights on the street,

  I liked the way; in which steaming brown filter coffee was poured melodiously in bar mugs,

  I liked the way; in which intricate zones in my eardrum reacted ecstatically to vociferous sound,

  I liked the way; tones of literature was juxtaposed on immaculate bond paper

  of books,

  I liked the way; in which gleaming sheath of Black hair cascaded down effeminate shoulders,

  I liked the way; in which the railway engine obstreperously chugged through

  solitary arenas of desert,

  I liked the way; in which a plethora of bamboo sticks were used to construct fortified enclosures for dwelling,

  I liked the way; in which golden particles of saw dust flew haphazardly in the austere breeze,

  I liked the way; in which the princely panther clambered tall trees with nonchalant ease,

  I liked the way; in which scores of glowworm radiated mystical rays at the onset of twilight,

  I liked the way; in which the crystal waterfall plummeted down the slopes at tumultuous speeds,

  I liked the way; in which small cubes of ice rolled down the slope; eventually transiting into a mighty avalanche,

  I liked the way; in which enchanting shapes were sketched by synchronized strokes of the paint brush,

  I liked the way; in which those dying of thirst; quenched their thirst drinking

  gallons of spring water,

  I liked the way; in which ostentatious cars sped down the valley at rollicking speeds,

  I liked the way; in which people bounced on an island of pure jelly; catapulting a few feet above ground,

  I liked the way; in which the cricket ball was hurled over the fence with overwhelming tenacity,

  I liked the way; in which innocuous toddlers played incessantly in pools of wet mud,

  I liked the way; in which the philanthropic politician helped clusters of individuals afflicted by distress,

  I liked the way; in which the voluptuous nightingale flooded the atmosphere with mesmerizing rhyme,

  I liked the way; in which crisp flakes of popcorn tumbled in unison from the wending machine,

  I liked the way; in which man toiled to unprecedented limits in order to retain his self esteem,

  I liked the way; in which young
hearts throbbed violently; falling prey to inevitable love,

  I liked the way; in which tender patches of my skin developed disdainful rash when stung by harmless nettle,

  I liked the way; in which the flag patronizing my nation fluttered high in the wind,

  I liked the way; in which people bereft of sight; still had a zeal to live; relying solely on the sense of hearing,

  I liked the way; in which acrimonious rays of Sun fumigated all the filth on earth,

  I liked the way; in which colossal mountains trembled due to onslaught of the earthquake,

  I liked the way; in which pellucid mirror of glass reflected my authentic image,

  I liked the way; in which the tranquil moon shone on my eyes when I was in

  realms of deep sleep,

  I liked the way; in which all the tangible and intangible existed; under a single roof; blended with harmony and love,

  And over and above all I liked the way; in which God created man; from which hailed my very own ancestors,

  Who in turn bestowed upon me the power to like and dislike.

  19. LEAD TIPPED PENCIL

  I used it to sketch undulating peaks of the snow clad mountain,

  It willingly obliged; dexterously embossing intricate lines on the canvas of naked paper.

  I pressed it to scribble magnanimous lines of English literature,

  It did the same at swashbuckling speeds; without flexing my fingers to onerous limits of endurance.

  I incessantly chewed its nimble body; while harnessing my mental machinery in

  top gear,

  It didn’t even wail a faint cry; after being thoroughly mutilated with a plethora of indentation.

  I used its sharp point; to tickle my friends in the sensitive cartilage of their ribs,

  It gratified my desire to tease; without lamenting the loss of its angular tip.

  I viciously moved it in spongy mud; engraving mystical designs symbolizing rustic art,

  It did so with copious ease; inspite of getting disdainfully dirty with coats of soil.

  I revolved it vigorously to stir