Hide and Seek - part 7 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems
junk; whose resting place was infact the dumpyard instead of the delectably cozy realms of their compassionate abode,
They advised me like an adult to find a worthwhile job and be constructively engaged; rather than whiling away my time nagging their inimitably fragrant childhood,
They considered me as the most abominable outsider; shutting me tight into their cupboards as they discussed their secrets and intrepid plans to be consolidated into action soon,
They had me shred into smithereens of insipidness at the tiniest of opportunity; hurling me to the hungry vultures in their backyards to disintegrate and devour,
They vowed not to talk to those who gave me as a Happy Birthday present to them; as they’d rather go without a gift- than involve themselves into the practicality of life with me by their side,
They slapped me most impeccably as only they could do; venting their entire fury on me as a mute spectator; whenever reprimanded by their parents for not doing home-work,
They used me as a perfect punching bag; boxing into my countenance with their uninhibitedly raw palms- emulating their favorite Boxing stars preparing for the big Wrestling day,
Yet. And ironically Yet. The same kids tossed me gleefully the next morning upon their pristine shoulders; marched with unfettered abandon towards their school- hugging me like I was a prince,
No. Incase you assumed that I was something of a royal charmer, let me assure you I wasn’t any of that. But I was what you mortals might’ve addressed as school bag as you grew up by the grace of the Almighty Lord.
31. CUTE CREASES .
They were marvelously royal undulations that broke the tyrannical monotony of commercialized success – with magnanimous ease ,
They poignantly depicted those unbelievably ecstatic moments which when blended with rhapsodic fantasy – constituted the newly wed couples tryst with unparalleled delight,
They were a subject of awe-inspiring intrigue – leading to various perceptions as to how they must’ve occurred – as people perched at the edge of the king poster bed,
They effortlessly led the human panache – into the recesses of uncannily plush imagination – into a land where impeccable pearls cascaded unabashedly on layers of seductive existence,
They were majestic figments of impromptu artistry – evolving on their own as sensuous silhouettes twisted and turned – in a natural desire to rest in their journey on earth,
They held their very own inimitable identity – protruding like dainty non-living prince and princesses – amidst the gargantuan expanse of the silken sheet,
They uninhibitedly portrayed – that there was romantic existence beyond ruthless realms of tawdrily barbarous office – which was an indispensable constituent to be enjoyed ,
They appeared brilliantly charismatic and replenished with charmed fables of the yesteryear – as the Sun’s blistering rays caressed them in the thick of the afternoon,
They might’ve been inconspicuously withering in size – but swelled up into a formidably united cluster of togetherness – when beaten or ironed or rattled or mauled,
They were a true artist’s delight – his quintessential source of inspiration as he danced his flamboyant paintbrush upon the barren canvas – nudging and tickling them with his thumb and little finger,
They were a lover’s flight of triumphant fantasy – as he sprinkled petals of profoundly scarlet rose beside them – to form an enamoring oasis that lit up the serene night,
They mollified even the tiniest ounces of apprehension with their phlegmatic twirls ; curls ; swirls and furls – dancing in unfettered abandon as the exuberant breeze slapped on their dead periphery,
They personified the true spirit of unmatched independence – a classical example of an untidiness which appeared a darling amidst a monstrous rat-race to survive,
They were the philanthropic road taken – tantalizing the goodness of a person to come forth – to come good – after a rejuvenating night’s sleep ; rolling against them,
They formed so tranquilly without an ounce of extra effort or agonizing manual pain – unlike their counterpart concrete tiled peaks which took assiduous expertise and skill of masons; working on the sloping roof of the house,
They followed no particular religion as they were an artificially dead mass – though people bonded majestically into the religion of invincible humanity – rolling and spontaneously whistling - on them ,
They added that indispensably vivid splice to the photographs snapped – blissfully blended in the Kingly backdrop of the wall; curtain; window and pillow,
They looked exuberantly endearing with butterflies and birds nestled on them ; perceiving their minuscule peaks as hillocks to have a ravishing feast upon ,
Thus - it is my humble plea to you benevolent people – that please don’t straighten these immaculately princely Creases – that lay perched so non-invasively on your fabulously unmade bedsheets .
32. CHALK STICK .
Hapless and diminutive – yet it invincibly thrilled you as it landed astounding close to your silhouette – reminding you of those uninhibited school days when the teacher had whirled it at you – for crassly unfinished homework ,
Bland and Corrugated – yet it was the most indispensable ingredient in a teacher’s armory of various paraphernalia even in today’s age of super computers – as she commenced her lecture buoyantly dashing it across the Black – board ,
Insipid and boring – yet it empowered you to express yourself in writing wherever you wanted – be it the rustically threadbare and rotting rock or the nondescript office wall that wasted away amidst sonorous silence,
Lackluster and nonliving – yet it made you frolic around like a freshly born infant – as you smashed it in its entirety to build the measly toy castle on your table – just before the corporate honchos were about to enter to start the commercially livid day ,
Plain and nonchalant – yet an optimistic backbone of your mortally nothing existence – as you used it to gleefully scribble at atleast some point of time in your life – in the disdainful absence of your conventionally stereotypical pen,
Asymmetrical and stub – yet inspiring you to indulge your artistic talent with aplomb – as you unabashedly sketched virtually any intriguing shape from imagination on the floor with it – eventually resulting into a masterpiece collage of tantalizingly brilliant
creativity,
Deplorable and dusty – yet marvelously easing you out from various financial crisis in life with child like ease – as you rolled it majestically with your fingers and merrily devoured your nocturnal meal ,
Short and stingy – yet stimulating you to fantasize about the extraordinarily blessed goodness of existence and its myriad hues – as you thrust bulk of your weight upon it via your chin – and it snapped instantaneously into bits of oblivion,
Orphaned and Desolate – yet it proved to be an unassailably charmed savior as you lost your trail in the meandering forest – and marked your inimitable identity with it – for the rescue team to reach you as soon as possible ,
Unkempt and frail – yet it rekindled the speed of the in-built laptop mouse to lightening fast – as you rubbed a fraction of it upon the same – and then traversed the wondrously smoothened periphery ,
Sloppy and unimaginative – yet it granted instant authority to your otherwise sweat mopped palms as you grasped it tight – and scurried across the table to highlight the key point of the presentation with its dangling end,
Unsubstantiated and penniless – yet it seemed to be the most perfect present that you could’ve ever gifted to your old college professor – as he fondly reminisced those glorious teaching moments of his life – scribbling articulately and rapidly with it on the curriculum board ,
Harried and Unrewarded – yet it gorgeously helped you pen an entire book of your variedly benevolent thoughts ; spontaneously on the park bench – with an ecstatically replenishing backdrop of trees and grass as your fecund friends,
Unpretenti
ous and Raw – yet it proved to be the most eclectic drumstick when you drove out with your friends and they exuberantly tapped it to produce sound – rejoicing in the aisles of desire – as the night beckoned you into the freshness of a golden new sublime dawn,
Measly and voiceless – yet it meant unconquerably cherished to you as the referee drew the start and finishing lines with it – and you galloped forward in the race to triumph unfettered – go past the white mark which looked its admirable best ,
Unacknowledged and discarded – yet it permeated that quintessential thought of hope ; peace ; betterment and humanity – with its pristinely innocuous white a much needed respite – as the electricity abandoned you in the middle of the arid night ,
Feckless and solitary – yet it irrefutably triggered you to help humanity in the best of your natural capacity – just as it reduced to nothing without any regret – after being used by the society for its various indispensably good deeds and needs ,
Ordinary and Artificial – yet it held its own unduplicated identity in this fantabulous age of digital enhancement ; when full fledged enterprises thrived on the internet – and it lay