You might brutally condemn her all day and treacherous night; disdainfully dismissing as the staggeringly weaker sex of this mystically gargantuan planet,
You might not allow her egalitarian opportunities in the fantastically contemporary world; saying that she was a lividly lousy misfit; to be working amongst
machismo men,
You might bawdily stare at every of her kind; with the diabolically lunatic hunger in your eyes; at times disastrously tainting her impeccably sacred identity,
You might hedonistically lambaste her since the very first cry of her beautiful birth; unrelentingly cursing your destiny; for not giving you the crusader to continue the name of your tribe,
You might truculently gouge her mesmerizing eyes; on the spurious pretext of adding more optimism in your life; while it was hardly an issue that she forlornly groped in the blind,
You might lecherously proclaim every iota of her pristine skin as profanely adulterated to the planet outside; just so that she could inexorably slave for
none other; than your unsavory stride,
You might intransigently abuse her as devastatingly illiterate; not construing the principles of management on this earth; as she swished her voluptuous hair under the profoundly blazing Morning Sun,
You might indiscriminately massacre her enchanting skull; on the feckless pretext that it had no brain; and would serve better when used as preposterous gibberish for the foolhardy pigs,
You might feed her just a single glass of parsimonious gutter water in the entire day; baselessly defending your theory that the male of the house; should extract every iota of nutrition to work; instead,
You might pay a deaf ear to her traumatized wails in her times of uncompromising duress; dismissing her to be entirely inconsequential and a piece of frigid shit; when compared to your swanky office interiors and computer files,
You might incarcerate her in fetid chains within the dustbins of your house; ruthlessly trading her flesh for a stupid wad of currency notes; that you could splurge on your champagne’s and designer perfumes; instead,
You might morbidly silence her with your mordantly ferocious voice; saying that her rhythmically soft whispers were like dead rat squeals; infront of your dynamically blazing countenance,
You might grotesquely mimic her priceless sensitivity; having an untamed guffaw soon thereafter; with your senseless compatriots on the politicians desk,
You might torturously use her as only a silken ornament for your every night; disposing her into oceans of avenging acid with nonchalant phlegmatism; as the first beams of Sun crept up in the sky,
You might wholeheartedly ridicule her bountiful compassion for humanity; the unsurpassable entrenchment of effeminate sensuousness that she left; on every trail that she haplessly wandered,
You might consider her vividly heavenly form to be an unsolicited burden on the trajectory of this globe; menacingly envisaging to use her live bones; embedded
in the foundations of your sinister corporate office; instead,
You might perpetually grant her the status of a maid-servant in your opulent castle; proudly telling the world as to how faithfully she licked that extra iota of grime on your boots; so that you always shimmered like a prince; every unfurling
minute of the day,
You might salaciously close even the most diminutive element of her breath; thrusting your 10 ton form directly on her immaculate face; just because the
ground beside you had no grass to sit,
You might ludicrously betray her of every shade of love in her impoverished life; tyrannically torching her divinely chest; just because the beats of her heart proved a trifle too loud for your nocturnal slumber,
And do you want O! Devilish Man; demonstrate your cannibalistically chauvinistic manpower to every single female on earth if you so choose; but remember that you in the first place weren’t born from invisible air;
It was female’s Omnipotent womb that bore you; it was a female’s Omnipotent womb that harnessed your every breath; it was a female’s Omnipotent womb that
selflessly gave all its blood to evolve your fantastic brain; infact it was that very female’s Omnipotent womb; which gave you the power to desire; create; and
what you sinfully wanted to devastate; today.
38. IN MY CHILD’S IMMORTAL EYES
My entire life I kept frantically searching for it; at times in the most majestic of castles; while at times in the steps of that led to the freshly constructed temple of simplistically pink stone,
My entire life I kept desperately searching for it; at times in tempestuously jostling streets; while at times in the winds of perpetually tranquil and nondescript silence,
My entire life I kept disorientedly searching for it; at times in vibrantly soaring kites of fathomless sky; while at times in every terrestrial flock of sheep that nimbly wandered through the valley,
My entire life I kept unrelentingly searching for it; at times in patriotically blazing battlefields of unflinching bravery; while at times in every ethereal butterfly that fluttered past my unkempt kitchen window,
My entire life I kept disconsolately searching for it; at times in the enigmatically intrepid forests; while at times in orphaned ponds of rapaciously seductive rain water,
My entire life I kept indefatigably searching for it; at times in the rhapsodically ebullient entrenchment of clouds; while at times in the brilliantly scintillating epitome of the indomitably towering mountains,
My entire life I kept tirelessly searching for it; at times in the profoundly resplendent stars; while at times in the profusely honey embellished crevices; of
the rambunctiously frolicking hive,
My entire life I kept intransigently searching for it; at times in vapidly ramshackle hillocks of sordid clay; while at times in the effusively explicit reflection that emanated from the sheet of pellucid mirror,
My entire life I kept irrevocably searching for it; at times in playgrounds of humble innocuousness; while at times in the stonily inane blackness of the frigid winter night,
My entire life I kept hopelessly searching for it; at times in fathomless open spaces of crass nothingness; while at times in celestially tantalizing fairies having just
descended from the cosmos,
My entire life I kept disgruntlingly searching for it; at times in regally tangy waters of the undulating ocean; while at times in vivaciously evanescent rainbows that brazenly swept across the horizons,
My entire life I kept limitlessly searching for it; at times in the ingeniously proliferating chapters of venerated earth; while at times in the transiently exotic fragrance of the fascinatingly seasonal rose,
My entire life I kept indiscriminately searching for it; at times in the blissfully untainted waters of the pristine Ganges; while at times in the uncanny stillness as crimson dusk transcended all in conceivable vicinity,
My entire life I kept restlessly searching for it; at times in the most contemporarily vivid of paraphernalia; while at times in the fantastically iridescent dew-drops lazily kissing lush green ground,
My entire life I kept timelessly searching for it; at times in meadows of propitious virility; while at times in the unitedly heavenly cluster of symbiotic mankind,
My entire life I kept frenetically searching for it; at times in uninhibitedly untamed wilderness; while at times in the most exquisitely garnished of freshly wedded brides,
My entire life I kept irretrievably searching for it; at times in unendingly silken fantasies; while at times in the fabric of the impeccably unblemished and ingratiating Moon,
My entire life I kept agonizingly searching for it; at times in mythically reverberating monasteries; while at times in the unequivocally cascading leaves of jubilantly burgeoning and magical autumn,
My entire life I kept unstoppably searching for it; at times in the paradise of incomprehensibly ardent desire; while at times in the most unfathomably emollient laps of pr
iceless luxury,
Nonchalantly wasting countless precious hours of mine; eventually tasting the lackadaisically ghoulish corpses of defeat and maudlin disparity; for if at all I was going to find any trace of Godly truth on this Universe today; then it wasn’t going to be in opulent statutes of gold and silver; neither could the so called unconquerable politicians ever dream of harboring it even in the most ephemeral reflections of
their hides,
For if there was indeed God on earth today; if there was indeed the spearhead of invincible truth left brilliantly radiating on this incarcerated planet today; then it wasn’t in Mother Nature which man had so mercilessly adulterated; but was infact in those mischievously darting shoulders just at whisker lengths from my body; in my newly born child’s immortal eyes.
39. A TRIBUTE TO MY GRANDPARENTS
There was a time when we frivolously hid behind the rocks; gallivanted on golden sands of the beach trying to catch each other,
While at the present moment we were sitting beside the fireplace; snuggling our hands deep inside the blanket.
There was a time when we experimented with umpteenth items of food in a single day; gulping each meal with gallons of inebriating beer,
While at the present moment we commenced each morning with a plethora of vitamins; relied on crushed fruit juices for nocturnal supper.
There was a time we spent marathon hours in the sweltering day clambering steep rocks; with our feet bereft of solid footwear,
While at the present moment we thoroughly leaned on our walking sticks for aplomb; were quite content to remain confined to the cozy interiors of our obsolete bedroom.
There was a time when we used to pummel each other in the ribs; violently pluck each other’s hair in intense indignation,
While at the present moment we hugged each other tightly at the slightest sign of thunder; shivered uncontrollably at hearing the word “crime”.
There was a time when we bathed under gushing white water streams; flinging our clothes at the tiniest insinuation of rain,
While at the present moment we anxiously waited for supply of fresh water; scrupulously switching on the geyser the night before we took a bath.
There was a time when we incessantly laughed; remained in boisterous spirits even during unearthly hours of dawn,
While at the present moment we appeared as taciturn as meditating saints; nostalgically reminiscing the events and days of our life.
There was a time when we used to wear a host of gaudy clothes; swirling uninhibitedly in the aisles of bombastic glamour, flaunting our fair skin as we transgressed the streets,
While at the present moment we were clad heavily in bulky coats and scarves; trying to save our flesh from the most diminutive draught of cold.
There was a time when we didn’t write addresses and phone numbers; priding ourselves in possessing the stupendous ability of remembering them,
While at the present moment we made sure we jotted down the most inconspicuous of detail; the most minuscule of information; so that we didn’t forget it the very next minute.
There was a time we could sight invisible lettering at far distances; without using any of the visual contrivances,
While at the present moment we found our eyes camouflaged behind abysmally thick glasses; and had to profusely screw our eyes in order to sight even the most magnified of images.
There was a time when we could snap obdurate sticks of sugarcane into two; with the mere caress of our formidable teeth,
While at the present moment we wore a pair of disdainful braces; thriving on boiled extracts of spongy rice.
There was a time when we deliberately put the decibel level of the music system to its highest; gyrating passionately under the shimmering moon,
While at the present moment we talked in inaudible whispers; shirking as far as possible from sources of obstreperous sound.
There was a time when we were entirely dependent on our parents; reverted to them in times of utter distress and tribulation,
While at the present moment we had grandchildren of our own; a battalion of siblings we had procreated in this vast world.
There was a time when we had just tied the matrimonial thread; with fantasies of unrelenting romance revolving turbulently through our minds,
While at the present moment we lay extremely old and shriveled; waiting to abdicate breath and blend our souls with the Creator.
40. THE PERFECT HOUSEWIFE
She knew precisely when her baby would sweat; the things that perturbed him the most,
While he was profoundly oblivious to his surroundings; diligently mulling over the sheets of mundane office papers strewn haphazardly on his desk.
She tossed her baby high in the air; scrupulously catching him in her arms;cuddling it with her perennial warmth,
While the moment he caressed it with his barbaric palms; it started to obstreperously cry.
She pinched her baby dexterously on umpteenth regions of his flesh; prompting him to inevitably smile,
While he guffawed on the phone with his business partner; made the child tremble by the impact of his hoarse voice.
She ran waywardly in the spongy grass; trying to chase her baby; instigating him to utilize his tiny feet,
While he admonished the toddler stringently; rebuking him for partially dismantling the furniture.
She bathed her baby in a concoction of soft soap and tones of soapy froth;
afterwards allowing him to randomly roll in the wet mud,
While he stared unrelentingly at the computer with open mouthed consternation;
slapped the toddler when he noticed the disdainful blemishes that it had left on the immaculate floor.
She incessantly kept her child in her arms for indefatigable hours until it slept;
chanting a blend of fairy tale and music to pacify its mind,
While he snatched him savagely from her hands; shoving him roughly in his cradle;
ordered her to get ready for the ostentatious party.
She bought her baby a battalion of innovative toys; amusing him by ringing jingling bells in his intricate ear,
While he yelled at her for wasting exorbitant amounts investing in the plastic; slammed the door behind her back and retired to sleep.
She devoted marathon hours in the day; endeavoring to teach her baby to coherently speak and write,
While he castigated her; locked the child in a room; complaining that she didn’t pay
attention to his overwhelming tiredness.
She couldn’t bear the tyranny of staying even a minute away from her child; keeping him in close proximity 24 hours unleashing in the entire day,
While he would go on tours for fortnights on the trot; many a times forgetting that he had procreated his sibling.
She had earned no money for herself; neither was she ambitious for surreal fame;
her proudest possession being her innocuous toddler,
Was tenaciously involved in maintaining the plethora of tasks circumventing her household; refraining entirely to confront the monotonous world,
Yet being penurious; she proclaimed herself to be the richest in this world; as she was the perfect mother; what we could define in common parlance as the perfect housewife.
41. THE BEST RIDE
When I took a ride in the aircraft flying at unprecedented heights; I initially felt besieged by waves of tumultuous exhilaration,
I was immensely enjoying my expedition; when suddenly the plane nose-dived towards the ground; and I found myself pulverized to splinters; along with the plush upholstery.
When I took a ride in the submarine transgressing through fathomless depths of seawater; there was an overwhelming feeling of conquering the aquatic world; that circumvented my persona,
However after a while I felt uneasy envisaging the exorbitant rates that I had paid for the j
ourney; also a trifle harried at witnessing minuscule droplets of water leaking through its body
When I took a ride in the swanky car; dictating a volley of orders to the meticulously dressed chauffeur; I felt like an uncrowned king,
Although infinite strands of hair stood up in poignant alacrity; a river of sweat descended down my cheek; when he acrimoniously retorted back compressing the accelerator to full angularity; and the automobile sky rocketed into the menacing rocks.
When I took a ride on a donkey; the innocuous creature unflinchingly compromised to my bulky weight,
But my felicity wasn’t to last for long; as after a while it violently tossed me high in the air; eventually toppling me on the ground to make me lick disdainful mud from my face.
When I took a ride in the city bus; I felt insurmountably secure while at the same time paying inconspicuous rates for the travel,
However after a few minutes the atmosphere became thoroughly claustrophobic; and there was an incessant pandemonium of unruly voices drifting in my ears.
When I took a ride sitting on the mammoth elephant; profoundly admiring the panoramic view that unleashed itself while trespassing through the dense forests; I felt stabbed by an ocean of wild rhapsody,