Hide and Seek - part 7 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems Read online

none other than celestially “ CONCENTRATING ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his speech; then it was none other than supremely “ SIMPLISTIC ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his zeal; then it was none other than uncontrollably “ UNTAMED ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his lips; then it was none other than convivially “ CHARISMATIC ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his brain; then it was none other than fathomlessly “ FANTASIZING ”

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his shoulders; then it was none other than unitedly “ UBIQUITOUS ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his lips; then it was none other than serenely “ SMILING ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his vision; then if was none other than inimitably “ INGENIOUS ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his conviction; then it was none other than fearlessly “ FANTASTIC ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his ideals; then it was none other than selflessly “ SCINTILLATING ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his feet; then it was none other than gloriously “ GALLOPING ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his prowess; then it was none other than prolifically “ PROLIFERATING ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his integrity; then it was none other than spotlessly “ SYMBIOTIC ”,

  If there as just one word on this entire planet to describe his will power; then it was none other than tirelessly “ TWINKLING ”

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his records; then it was none other than unshakably “ UNPARALLELED ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his shots; then it was none other than perpetually “ PRISTINE ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his technique; then it was none other than resplendently “ ROYAL ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his talent; then it was none other than limitlessly “ LUMINISCENT ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his motivation; then it was none other than inexhaustibly “ INSPIRING ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his

  Fitness; then it was none other than vibrantly “ VICTORIOUS ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his fame; then it was none other than unfathomably “ UNLIMITED ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his milestones; then it was none other than impossibly “ INCOMPREHENSIBLE ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his awards; then it was none other than beautifully “ BRILLIANT ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his persona; then it was none other than endlessly “ ECSTATIC ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his bowling; then it was none other than unexpectedly “UNCANNY”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his heroics; then it was none other than stupendously “ SPECTACULAR ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his bat; then it was none other than amazingly “ AGGRESSIVE ”,

  If there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his sportsmanship; then it was none other than uninhibitedly “ UNBLEMISHED ”,

  And if there was just one word on this entire planet to describe his cricketing class; then it was none other than blessedly BEST .

  38. THE 3 MAGICAL ALPHABETS DNA - ( WEBSITE OF THIS NEWSPAPER – DNAINDIA.COM ) .

  They were 3 ALPHABETS which wove a web of intrigue, even in the most

  monotonously arid of atmosphere,

  They were 3 ALPHABETS which held their own inimitable identity; amongst an infinite others which simply made no rhyme or realistic sense,

  They were 3 ALPHABETS which tantalized the most ordinary of brain; to fantasize beyond realms of the unknown,

  They were 3 ALPHABETS which had the might to evolve a complete living race from the scratch; with the blessings of the Almighty Lord,

  They were 3 ALPHABETS which traced the most infinitesimal aspect of origin; then rose slowly and gradually to tower as the spirit of life as existence progressed,

  They were 3 ALPHABETS which constituted the backbone of every personality alive; its intelligentia to carve a path amidst a pack of wolves,

  They were 3 ALPHABETS which rose over every caste; creed; religion and race; depicting every soul’s true mirror to the world even after it’d died,

  They were 3 ALPHABETS explicitly explained every ounce of evolution with everlasting mysticism; as life painstakingly ticked every minute to survive,

  They were 3 ALPHABETS which injected color, charm, enlightenment into every barren piece of paper; everytime one chose them to write,

  And the best part. When these 3 ALPHABETS united together they formed the most revolutionary and enthralling newspaper of my choice.

  Showering courageous journalism from all round the globe with every first

  rays of the Sun.

  This very Newspaper is now in my hands. Its known as the Daily News

  & Analysis ( dnaindia.com ) or rather shall we say the magical 3 alphabets united together to proclaim its short form as the dna .

  39. EACH TIME YOU LIFT THE CRICKET WORLD CUP-WE’RE PROUD TO BE A TRUE INDIAN

  Each time you enter the field in your royal robes of blue— it makes the hair of a billion of us stand up in uncanny excitement, high and handsome towards the sky,

  Each time you wave to us from the dressing room—it makes a billion of us feel that we’re the most united family ever on surface of planet divine,

  Each time you send the ball whistling past the boundary ropes—it makes the heart of a billion of us leap out of our chests- to magically blend with you, beat for beat,

  Each time you perform your beautifully invincible huddle—it makes us a billion of us feel that India is the strongest nation of them all, wondrously breathing and alive,

  Each time you take those daring catches under the blinding Sun—it makes a billion of us feel that ‘Impossible’ is really a word non-existent and in the dictionary of dead fools,

  Each time you rattle the opposition stumps with mere disdain—it makes a billion of us instantly gobble the deadliest venom in our laps—like it was life-yielding honey,

  Each time you smile even under the mightiest onslaught around you—it makes a billion of us grit our teeth in determination—to forever conquer every devil in and around us,

  Each time you ease out for lunch and refreshing drinks—it makes a billion of us fervently pray for the most sweetest of your victory- as you restarted a fresh innings,

  Each time you tensely glance towards the miserably overcast skies—it makes a billion of us exude into inexhaustible pools of cold sweat—losing our mood for everything else,

  Each time you rekindle the atmosphere with your heroic fielding—it makes a billion of us take fresh birth once again and lay all our inexplicable sorrows to perennial rest,

  Each time you collectively charge forward in a blood-curling appeal—it makes a billion of us want to enter the soul of the third umpire and rule every decision in

  your favor,

  Each time you break records of even the slightest of denomination—it makes a billion of us salute our revered flag, in honor and glory of your majestically gallant prowess,

  Each time you lay injured on the austere turf—it makes a billion of us inconsolably bleed in the innermost of our veins—wanting to be shoulder to each of your cries,

  Each time you sportin
gly shake hands with the opposition even in face of defeat—it makes a billion of us feel that we’re not at war–but relishing cricket at its imperious best,

  Each time you run down the pitch to perseveringly earn every invaluable run—it makes a billion of us feel the scent of our sacred motherland drift from you—even though a countless kilometers apart,

  Each time you go for the kill even as the target loomed impossibly beyond your reach—it makes a billion of us feel that the air around us is our ultimate resuscitating paradise,

  And each time you lift the ‘Cricket World Cup’ for us or even thought of doing that in your dreams—it makes a billion of us rediscover our forgotten identities, makes us feel that we’re proud to be an offspring of this great Indian soil—that we’re proud to be a true Indian.

  40. WHY WAS I AS A PARENT, AN ALL-TIME FAN OF EURO-KIDS VASTRAPUR ? ( EUROKIDSINDIA.COM ) .

  Not because my daughter was studying in its majestically serene ambience,

  Not because there stood a gigantic Neem tree right in its center, enchanting every dreary nerve with unparalleled contentment,

  Not because the sky above it always seemed cheerful-with innocent children shrieks and laughter forever winning its heart,

  Not because of its indisputably sparkling floor