Hide and Seek - part 7 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems
euphorically rising to the spirit of newness’,
Just a sideways glance at his uninhibitedly sculpted fingers was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to add a perpetual sparkle to even the most mundanely squandering of destinies’,
Just a sideways glance at his regally jostling palms was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to harness the bestest elements of space around into an invincible empire of prosperous togetherness’,
Just a sideways glance at his effervescently brimming shadow was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to dream beyond the horizons of time; and yet pay true homage to the priceless parents, God and soil which had created it’,
Just a sideways glance at his honestly philanthropic shoulders was enough to convey—that they were ‘born to tower taller than the skies in the face of disaster –and forever bear fruit to the dreams of a billion indians’,
Just a sideways glance at his inexhaustibly upright spine was enough to convey—that they it was ‘born to lead this great country to only infallible success in every department and direction that a living organism could ever conceive’,
Just a sideways glance at his perseveringly sculpted chin was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to rest its outlines only upon the tracks of benevolently charmed victory till as long as life pumped in the veins’,
Just a sideways glance at his fervently cascading breath was enough to convey—that it was ‘born to metamorphose each impossible into a pragmatic paradise of possibles with the blessings of his parents and lord divine’,
And whilst all this just happened sideways—I just kept wondering and wondering and wondering as to what’d happen when I savor the honor of meeting India’s most fascinating business magician Eye to Eye—as that’d be one of the most enlightening moments of my life,
Till then, here’s wishing ‘Mr. Mukesh Dhirubhai Ambani’ via this poem written on the impoverished paper of my heart, a very happy and celestially blessed birthday which brings to the fore every unfinished desire of his bountiful soul and life.
44. NELSON MANDELA
This man living was a blessing to earth,
His character truly spotless and bright,
With every bit of immaculate truth in it,
In a great vast and mangled world of politics,
Resolved to serve the nation
And to be a true stalwart cum true knight.
His persevering hand always got up for the right cause,
To crush evil with a strong force,
And gave infinite masses of people renewed hope.
His ideas were as firm as bare unprocessed bricks,
Bore tense enigmatic moments in peace,
And let ghastly crime on earth cease.
A quick glimpse of his wheatish face,
Can reveal a just and fair case.
His steps to righteous success were never stopped,
As they got mighty obstacles chopped.
He pointed to the faultlessly right path,
Kept people round the globe astoundingly calm.
The essence of his benevolent deeds spread far and wide,
Prepares all humans for the non violent bout.
The ashes of his body would uninhibitedly depict,
As to where the real freedom of South Africa lives.
45. THE MIDAS TOUCH
When I want it the most,
I feel the most deprived.
When I like it the most,
It just fades into oblivion.
When I feel it the most,
It stabs me like thousand burnt needles.
When I dig deep for treasure,
It buries itself to unsurpassable heights.
When I stare into space,
It shoots missiles of polluted dust.
When I eat scarlet apple pies,
They turn into pieces of hard stone.
When I drive my dream Mitsubishi,
The twin rubber brakes snap into two.
When I sit on a racehorse,
It kicks like a donkey kissed with cigarette but.
When I plunge into still water,
An outburst of icy waves drown me down.
When I climb seemingly harmless barbed wire,
It spits electric sparks of bare current.
When I flex my voice for impression,
It blurts out discordant notes of music.
When I sip volumes of frosty milk,
It turns to fermented yellow sour cream.
When I run with the wind,
Showers of rain and chill, come pouring down.
When I kneel down on the satiny mattress,
Fluffs of cotton leak out in frenzy.
When I hand glide into deep valleys,
A barricade of sharp rock, causes me to nose dive.
When I sail in a luxury liner,
Water floods into cabin compartments.
When I try gesticulating for help,
My hands get trapped with spasmodic paralysis.
And when finally I feel like sobbing hysterically,
Arrays of tear ducts get blocked.
That’s what I call folks,
The one and only my kind of Midas Touch.
46. BIRD'S EYE VIEW
Pure blood circulating froze midway in my veins,
My heart throbbed 10 beats faster,
Dormant regions of ecstasy catapulted to dizzy heights,
And I moaned rhythmically in sheer disbelief.
Palatial mansions appeared as jewelry boxes,
stone towers I sighted as lead tipped pencil,
steel bridges with tied rope looked as tapered candy,
the golden clock building resembled toy watches kept on showroom mantelpiece,
a string of snow clad mountains looked like inverted coffee mugs coated with
crushed sugar,
the mighty blue ocean was visible as a tiny patch of pond water,
silver sands of the desert were projected as a few acres of unploughed farm land,
broad streets of the city struck my view as a bunch of crisscrossed matchsticks,
sprawling kilometers of lush green grass was what I could describe as a tiny patch of kitchen garden,
gigantic tall pine trees duplicated podded plants with fresh shoot of leaves,
slender nosed cars replicated prototype models kept open for sale,
infinitely elongated stretches of cable wire resembled thin strands of human hair,
colossal mass of thunder clouds was stunningly close,
the fire ball of sun seemed a few feet above my head,
passing jet crafts whizzed past at arm lengths from my body,
As I stared down in dumbfounded delight, open mouthed consternation,
from the hundredth floor of the Empire State Building.
47. BOMB BLAST
The kids somersaulted on the carpet green grass,
digging holes in fresh mud with plastic spade,
Whirling flying saucers that went whizzing past the blueberry tree,
Yelling at full capacity of lung whilst playing games of red Indian.
The housewife bustled through interiors of the kitchen,
Singing favorite notes of Egyptian music,
Chopping pieces of meat with immaculate ease,
Dispatching rotten eggs to safe enclosures of the dustbin,
Preparing appetizing meals of corn with slices of cold meat.
He had reason to be a proud man,
Years of strife before he climbed the ladders of success,
Now bestowed with a blissful little family,
He paced through corridors of the large balcony with the newly born child in his
arms.
All seemed to be going well,
He seemed to have struck a balance between work and perennial fortune,
Before
he attended the shrill ringing of the punch button telephone,
A hoarse voice croaked, then burst into guffaws of laughter,
Informing him of death fast approaching,
As several bombs were activated in the red sedan,
Which now sped out of the driveway, carrying his twin children and wife.
He ran like never before, screamed at the top of his nerve wrecked voice,
Tall legs transporting him outside in flash seconds of time,
But for once destiny had played a cruel joke,
There occurred an earth shattering explosion,
Amber balls of fire emanated with smoke,
Pieces of car seat plummeted high in the sky,
The car spun several revolutions before settling on the ground,
He ran to the scene with premature tears welling up his eyes,
To witness the carcass of his family,
Triggered by the brutally inhuman Bomb blast
48. PEACEFUL FRIEND
A dog is an animal of peace and love,
He is adolescent and tough.
He has his ears cocked high up in the air,
His feet are locked in mystery's grace,
He disappears around without a trace.
His indignant eyeballs are lovely brown,
Which depict the splendor of his hometown.
His body is well muscled, his cheeks jutting out,
as he prepares himself for the final bout.
His silky whiskers are well pruned and sturdy,
They can withstand the inevitable heat of summer,
They get geared up for a lot to come.
He has teeth as sharp as a mouse,
He has this uncanny ability to find himself a fulfilling spouse.
He has his tail endowed to him by nature,
Which shakes and wags vociferously at instant of joy,
But shrinks in fear at sights of a wicked boy.
His square and robust head ultimates to express itself,
His stomach hungry to human grace.
49. THE OBLIVIOUS DESERT
The brown crusty surface of the desert soil,
Can always be ploughed by hard turmoil.
There is an outburst of an hurricane,
That invades the privacy of the old dame.
The sky is clouded with thick dark clouds,
Pelting drops of thunder rain cover the ground.
The farmer works, the bull cries loud,
For all they want is a rain yielding cloud.
The desert's shrub though green in color,
Will attract scores of