When the conglomerate of lifelessly sprawled rubber bands wanted to have some fun; they stretched themselves to the most unfathomable limits; then contracted like a bullet in the robustly soft palms,
When the telephone wanted to have some fun; it pertinently rang in wee hours of the night; wrecking the spuriously rich politician from the realms of perennial sleep,
When the scorched tongue wanted to have some fun; it rampantly blurted out a string of baseless terminologies; kept chanting a baseless volley of expletives; even as the insurmountably corrupt business tycoon beside bathed in an ocean of
exasperated sweat,
When the hideously gleaming razor wanted to have some fun; it ruthlessly scraped across the sergeant's moustache when he was in deep sleep; rendering him with only minuscule bits of his most treasured possession; as he awoke to the first unfurling
of the morning light,
When the obdurate cricket balls wanted to have some fun; it horrendously hurled itself towards the dacoit's window; jerking him as well as the police from the corridors of divinely relaxation,
When the hordes of timid mice wanted to have some fun; they indiscriminately nibbled through colossal bundles of currency notes; stripping the sanctimoniously
nefarious minister of his evil wealth and non-existent charm,
When the coalition of rambunctiously chirping birds wanted to have some fun; they emptied their unsurpassably stuffed morning bowels; on the diabolical terrorist's breakfast plate,
When the toweringly gargantuan grandfather clock wanted to have some fun; it slipped back by a complete hour; smiled a trifle as the preposterously busy city
was engulfed with a chaotic frenzy; with sane individuals running towards office in a jiffy; without a garment on their body,
And when I wanted to have some fun; all I did was to inadvertently stumble into the lap of my mother; peck on her cheeks; tie up her hair into boundless knots; then snore celestially in her palms shrugging all concerns of the mercenary world; once again embracing impeccable childhood; once again embracing those enchantingly cherished moments when I was a little child.
33. RIGHTFULLY YOURS
It was my luxury car; which I had purchased out of my own hard earned money; my countless hours of unrelenting perspiration,
It was my dungeon of glittering gold; which I had assimilated after marathon years of acrid perseverance and unending strife,
It was my palatial dwelling; which I had articulately constructed; splashing a slurry of water and soft cement with my very own hands,
It was my profusely embellished watch; which I had bought from the exotic showrooms of France; while philandering exuberantly through the intricate lanes
of the intriguingly jeweled city,
It was my adorably immaculate shirt; which I had mended infinite times; so that it enveloped my skin delectably to designer perfection and charismatic grace,
It was my supremely handsome toy; which I had kept on my bedroom window; to amuse myself to unprecedented limits as I woke up from blissful sleep; with a jolt
every dawn,
It was my tantalizingly alluring perfume; which I had extricated tenaciously from the roots of the ravishingly foliated rose tree,
It was my fantasy; which I perceived relentlessly day in and day out; without the slightest of respite; basking in the aisles of unfathomable desire and incomprehensible passion,
It was my tawny cat intensely embodied with silken fur; which I cuddled flirtatiously; before sleep and to thunderously spice my every night,
It was my scintillating diamond ring; which I intransigently admired for hours immemorial; sitting tranquilly beneath the enchanting beams of celestial moonshine,
It was my barrel of exorbitantly expensive rum; which I seductively sipped; to slip into a world of unsurpassable fantasy; miles away from the tyranny of this acrimonious world in the swirl of its voluptuously intoxicating charm,
It was my wardrobe of exquisitely glimmering pearls; inundating my eyes with fabulous light; when the world outside had started getting stringently appalling and
hazily dim,
It was my impeccable handkerchief culminating into boundless knots; bearing the insignia of towering luminaries from all round the colossal globe,
It was my gargantuan assemblage of land; harboring a fathomless ensemble of delectable fruit and salubrious vegetable on its marvelously fecund foundations,
It was my emerald studded fountain pen; assisting me prolifically in my endeavor to write infinite lines of spell binding and wholesomely enthralling literature,
It was my consortium of contemporary factories; which manufactured and evolved the most intricate and dainty objects ever sighted on the surface of this vast planet,
It was my oligarchic ivory cigar; catapulting me vivaciously into the realms of seventh heaven; the instant I inhaled the most minuscule of its addictively titillating smoke,
It was my overwhelming inspiration and fortified tenacity; that saw me sail through the most acerbically Herculean task,
It was my resplendently silver cap which pompously augmented my inconspicuous demeanor; enticed the most seductive of damsels to come at whisker lengths from
my shivering body,
It was my ostentatiously bulging tablet of luxury soap that produced the most captivating of scented froth; sent me into fits of tumultuous delight the moments I
meekly caressed it on my dead skin,
And it was my perspiration; my efforts; my prudent sagaciousness; my inherent charm; my prolific prowess to procreate.etc.; but let me tell you O! revered Mother; this impoverished life of mine was given to me by you divinely grace; was rightfully yours for many more births yet to come.
34. O ! HEAVENLY MOTHER
The battalion of servants in vicinity loved you for your chivalrous tendencies; the benevolent disposition of your heart to cater to them with an egalitarian smile,
The dog wandering on the lawns loved you for giving him a juicy bone; overwhelmingly placating his famished gluttony for the hungry day to yet unveil,
The fleet of boisterous sparrows perched on the barren rooftops loved you for deluging their bowl with sparkling globules of water; delectably pacifying their thirst in the peak of acrimoniously sweltering summer,
The Man at the grocery store loved you for your benign mannerisms; the compassionately warm thanks you uttered; as you accomplished your every purchase,
The toddler crawling innocuously on the ground loved you for your intimate softness; the vivacious innocence with which you hoisted them high and handsome towards the misty sky,
The cat sitting on the fence loved you for the ravishingly frosty milk you fed it every dawn; irrefutably ensuring that it kept smacking its rubicund tongue for countless hours thereafter,
The widow residing next door loved you for your uninhibited support; the stupendous empathy with which you made her inexplicable tears a part of your own
persevering life,
The ground through which you transgressed all day and night loved you for your voluptuously satiny caress; the unbelievably astronomical care you took to avoid
the ruthless trampling of its soft granules,
The beggars trembling uncontrollably on the streets loved you for your profound sympathy; the profusely philanthropic attitude you displayed while feeding them with precious meals of bread and brime,
The succulent bunch of scarlet cherries loved you for embellishing them like a royal prince; placing them majestically on the icing of the valentine cake,
The orphans on the streets loved you for providing them with a place to rest; invincibly harboring them with loads of comforting warmth in the realms of the
perilously treacherous night,
The paintbrush lying still on the mantelpiece loved you for sketching mesmerizing lines of the landscape; imparting new life to the fathomlessly barren and dull
sheets of dolorously dilapida
ted canvas,
The festoon of garish clothes stashed in the wardrobe loved you for meticulously ironing them; washing them scrupulously in an ocean of enchantingly bubbly foam,
The clouds floating in the cosmos loved you for admiring them till eternity; drowning yourself completely into the tantalizing blanket of their unparalleled glory,
The vibrantly gaudy butterflies fluttering in free space loved you for your youthful leap; the astoundingly incredulous way in which you rejoiced with them in the aisles of rampant fun and ecstatic frolic,
The freshly born infant loved you for your mischievous smile; the peck you gave it on its robust cheeks; fomenting it inevitably to euphorically bounce forward with newly discovered life,
The irascibly pertinent rat loved you for your unsurpassable pity; the incomprehensible mercy you portrayed by leaving it to gallivant like a king in the fields; after releasing it from the horrendously obnoxious mousetrap,
The Man of the house loved you for your unprecedented sense of responsibility; the incessant stream of love that kept pouring relentlessly and without the slightest of expectation from your divinely heart,
And I loved you O! Heavenly Mother for bearing me 9 months in your sacred womb; raising me up this big with perpetual longing and care; so that I could enjoy the world in its most fullest form today; coin plans to blissfully live for infinite more tomorrows.
35. WITHOUT THE SLIGHTEST OF FEAR
When I sat under fulminating beams of the Sun; I felt an insatiable urge in my body to leap in untamed exhilaration and dance,
When I sat in front of the scintillating mirror; I felt like candidly analyzing even the most minuscule part of my persona,
When I sat beside the enchantingly serene riverside; I felt like nostalgically reminiscing the innocuous flurry of moments which had wholesomely enveloped my
childhood,
When I sat by the profusely foliated tree; I felt like bouncing up and down like the vivacious squirrels; wistfully awaiting for the succulent fruits to harmoniously pour down; on my famished belly,
When I sat under the conglomerate of voluptuously exotic clouds; I felt like wandering with the heavenly fairies; fantasizing my mind to the most unprecedented
limits,
When I sat eye to eye with the hideously ominous snake; I felt the adrenaline building inevitably in my bowels; a horrendously ghastly sensation encapsulating the whole of my body to puke out my morning breakfast,
When I sat on the stern of the grandiloquent ship; I felt younger than a wailing child; with the exuberant waves of the ocean; impregnating Herculean loads of rejuvenating energy in my dreary bones,
When I sat on a blanket of chilly snow; I felt numbing arrows of death stabbing me from all sides; the scarlet blood running robustly through my veins; freezing into rosy ice-cream,
When I sat on the panthers back; I felt for a moment to be the king of the jungle; although I had my heart in my bootlaces after a while had elapsed; and the beast snarled ferociously to its hearts content,
When I sat abreast a hive of swarming bees; I fantastically felt the cocoons of golden honey sandwiched handsomely in the pockets; however was soon transported several feet beneath my coffin; as the Queen maiden kissed me nimbly on my nose,
When I sat near the dolorously morbid grave; I felt tears of inexplicable agony well up my eyes; an uncanny wave of fear slowly engulf my blissful soul,
When I sat on a battalion of menacing crocodiles; I felt overwhelmingly excruciating pangs of pain; as the monsters ripped me apart till the last bone down my spine,
When I sat on the century old vacant throne; I felt like a majestically embellished royal prince; having been given the supreme reigns in my hands; to rule the township once again,
When I sat amidst an army of pot-bellied tortoise; I felt whirlpools of laziness circumvent my demeanor; an inexorably urge in my body to sleep in contentment
till times immemorial,
When I sat on the splendidly striped dolphins; I felt like swirling in full fervor of boisterous life; rolling my visage in tumultuous frenzy with the splashing water,
When I sat on an island coated with disdainfully slimy oil; I felt like slipping indefatigably towards treacherous nothingness; with my grip on planet earth
slackening miserably as each second unveiled,
When I sat on the summit of the astronomically towering mountain; I felt the entire world was a box of insipid matchsticks; drank air into my lungs like a man inhaling his last breath,
When I sat at whisker lengths from my beloved; I felt infernos of invincible passion entrench my countenance; an irrefutable longing in my lips to caress her rubicund cheeks,
When I sat in front of the Creator's idol; I felt blessed in every single respect of existing life; emerged victorious from behind my vicious cloudburst of gloom; to spread the true essence of happiness,
While it was only when I sat close to my mother; that I felt I was the strongest man on this earth; divulging to her whatever circulated in the inner most compartments of my heart; and it was here that my world came to an abrupt end; and it was here that I
discovered my true identity; and it was here that I slept immortally without
the slightest of fear.
36. I LONGED FOR THOSE MOMENTS
I longed for those moments when I was wading exuberantly in the sea; with the sun dazzling a full blossom on my animatedly rubicund skin,
I longed for those moments when I was in the heart of perpetually blissful sleep; with the stars glimmering enchantingly on my closed eyelids,
I longed for those moments when I was profoundly engrossed playing with my friends in the verdant fields; entirely oblivious to the monotonous vagaries of disillusioning routine life,
I longed for those moments when I was when I was nibbling cheese ravenously perched on my mothers lap; transiting into a divinely reverie; with her sacred
palms rubbing their mesmerizing magic on my forehead,
I longed for those moments when I teased and mischievously philandered with my sister; uninhibitedly blurting out to her whatever I liked and abhorred the most; in the quota of my short life,
I longed for those moments when I was gazing at the enigmatic newness of the freshly extruding grass blades; profusely tingling the blanket of golden dewdrops; with the big toe of my feet,
I longed for those moments when I was insurmountably lost in the corridors of magnificently enchanting fantasy; the stillness of the placid evening overpowering my senses,
I longed for those moments when I sat for unrelenting hours under the blazing Sun; lazing in incomprehensible agony and fun,
I longed for those moments; when I gallivanted through the perennially dense forests; profoundly admiring the majestic spider weaving its mystical web,
I longed for those moments; when I voraciously sketched the fiercely passionate outlines of the fading Sun; absorbing its kingly beams in entirety with the whites of my eye,
I longed for those moments; when I dug uninhibitedly through rain kissed soil; splashed a slurry of ecstatic mud all around in ebullient euphoria,
I longed for those moments; when I was fooling my stringently stern father; browsing through a myriad of fairy tales; the comic surreptitiously encapsulated within my history textbook,
I longed for those moments; when I was fabulously intrigued by the crimson colored festoon of clouds; watched the streaks of silver lightening tumble in a tantalizing flurry from the sky,
I longed for those moments; when I was feeding the protuberant crested pigeons with heavenly crusts of morning bread; chasing them as they embarked on the
adventurous expedition towards the sky,
I longed for those moments; when I spent countless nights on the trot envisaging my beloved's gorgeous countenance; ardently awaiting to feel her seductive breath,
I longed for those moments; when I was caught red handed for pilfering through the labyrinth of robust apples; and th
e farmer gave me an amicable peck on my cheek for my mischievous attribute,
I longed for those moments; when I sang any tune that swirled turbulently in my heart; darted as the most pampered child through every nook and cranny of the
palatial house,
I longed for those moments; when I was immaculately sucking my thumb; wholesomely unaware of the diabolical bloodshed; which went on indiscriminately
on every trajectory of this vast planet,
And I insatiably longed for those moments when I was an impeccable child; rambunctiously bouncing in the arms of my mother; without the slightest blemish or
malicious trace of the world outside; completely bereft of this battlefield of lechery and incorrigible lies; which unfortunately I as an adult today was entirely engulfed with.
37. IT WAS A FEMALE’S OMNIPOTENT WOMB