It was gloomy, pitch dark with patches of blue!
Only a lamp was glowing to overcome the inevitability.
The ambience was, as if, imitating the excruciating pain…
Even the anaesthesia couldn’t divulge the precedence.
Deep inside the core of Mother Earth,
The labour room was getting ready for the volcanic eruption!
The dormant mountain orifice was ready to tear apart–
The ‘just born’ lava ashes sublimed into the darkness of the labour room!
I was a part of a confidential mission.
I was supposed to drop-ship a bunch of happiness to a long stranded port;
The delivery location was carefully marked to me on a secret code which cracked apart only with a gleeful submission…
Unfortunately, I misplaced the password for the same!
The status of the consignment hence, failed permanently in oblivion!
I lost my gaiety over other euphoria seekers.
I only remember, I was penalized dearly–
I had to get rid of the ‘I’!
Don’t worry, it’s not loaded
Terry laughed mischievously and blinked his left eye!
I was though, not sure about the consequences.
A gun was never to be believed– my Granny would always exclaim:
Still, I couldn’t put the time on hold to reverse the nuances!
When the blood rippled like an ocean;
Terry grasped his breadth for the last time in awe!
How splendid it would have been,
If we could have enriched our lives still pure, fresh and raw!
The gun blinked mischievously and lied down in the armchair;
Till the remaining bullets crisscrossed its jaw!
The ‘happy hour’ was just on time–
With the dancing steps of the drunkards divine;
The glasses cheered in glee of the grapevine–
Until the bartender served the hour’s last rose wine!
The décor turned sombre as the night stepped in;
The empty champagne bottles lost all their scholarly wisdom and keen–
The world checked its utmost pleasures and locked themselves within,
The Moon’s ‘happy hour’ drove all stars and stole the glittering scene!
The earthen vessels must have been swept away from the seashore long time back.
When they hit my dwarf wooden boat yesterday, they immediately collapsed into eternity.
Trust me, I tried to save the artefacts – to embrace them for one last time;
Instead, the thick sticky mire ruined my well preserved nitty gritty.
I guess, they screamed, before they were knocked down to thrashes,
But it was beyond the scope of my limited audibility–
I sensed, they were just like you..dark, with golden brown eyelashes–
Their last prayer were uttered sotto voce, listened by the lone breeze that blew upon them, in pity!
It’s been ages.
The pagoda tree have grown up slowly from a host of golden pages!
The giant heavily whiffed around the prolonged mighty branches–
Before he succumbed abruptly to the unforseen avalanches!
Still, the tree continued to grow and flourish to ensemble a perfect cone;
The roots and the bases were tied up far within, to the giant’s dragged-out bone!
The stallion was left ruined and alone in the deepest roots of the forest when the storm set in.
His eyes adorned the rustic fear and trembled with due mystic course!
The hunt for the beauty was shattered by hammer and tongs;
Their masculinity were at stake – sensed his petrified sons!
Down the lane, the mare’s wait was reaching obscurity…
She stood crestfallen, admiring the herd of hooked up foals.
The stallion bowed down in appreciation of her enigma,
Taken aback, the jenny reproached and faded in darkest nihility!
“Oh! How painful it must be to inherit the traits of a mother!” – the pristine hunk sighed!
Can feminism be ever castrated with fidelity? Questioned the tempest before the much awaited downpour!
I just wished to inquire about the words that you have stolen from my trousseau last night.
The locutions were last noted to play, cuddle and giggle in my lap, before I had fallen asleep in the dawn.
Without those eclectic idioms, my options to offer my prayer to thee had been reduced to null –
My life has turned out to be a meaningless spree!
My secret informer has intimated of late that you have sealed them in a separate undisclosed chamber and thrown out the key deep within the mighty shores of the sea —
No issues. Let me just intimate you, I will peep through the rotten doors that lead to my heart to check the ripples therein!
The shopkeeper touched and caressed the white small flower buds in appreciation.
“Oh madam! What a wonderful choice!
Let me feel the immense pleasure to introduce the ‘Lace Leaf’,
Its a masterpiece collected from Madagascar!”
I watched the twig in bewilderment!
” I see! But it simply looks like one of those white flowers that adore the coffin!”
The tread Smith twinkled his eyes in sheer amusement and disgust.
“Madam, so you have been to Madagascar, it seems!
Well, can you just intimate exactly where is it?
Have you came across the fragrance of this beautiful plant, there or, ever?”
My country side crossroads laughed and grinned–
They mocked and humiliated my poor being!
I plucked a tuberose from a nearby park with a mundane smile;
And excused a leave from the odd country foliage, literally fleeing!
” Why are you so worried about death?” The demigod smiled.
“Its painful, its suffocating, its …its moron!” I turned pale.
“How many times have you died my friend?” He squeezed my cheeks in mischief!
I thought for a while.” Probably once everyday, when I lie down on the torn grass after the hard hit defeat! ” my eyes gazed blankly, nowhere.
“Are you alive when you sleep?” Demigod crisscrossed his relaxed legs in a trendy armchair.