Neither was the most contemporarily powerful of air-conditioner needed; even as the heat outside raced to an unbearable scorch,

Neither was there the most infinitesimal puff of wind that could provide any respite; as time painstakingly crawled to welcome a fresh dawn,

Neither did ice form into mesmerizing cubes even in the deepest freeze; as virtually everything in vicinity was shredded asunder in fiery whirlpools of the afternoon,

Neither did wondrously tantalizing waves of the oceans reach the penurious doorstep; as they were pragmatically speaking - continents and poles apart,

Neither did the most rhapsodically delectable ice-creams and candies cause a diminutive dent; as the blazing heat pulverized the same into frigid pulp-even before they could reach the lips,

Neither did the most mellifluously nostalgic of songs cause an impact- as shades of adulterated humane yellow pierced the atmosphere; as draughts of warm air swept their might,

Neither did the most enchanting of praises reach the ears; as asphyxiating dust and morbid smoke; squandered through a landscape of population with a forlorn will to kill,

Neither did the darkest shades of black tinted glass come to any rescue- as though the dark films sequestered from direct impact; they absorbed heat at the same time to eventually distort beyond recognition,

Neither did the merrily artificial tap of water provide the tiniest of solace; as it soon started to emit hostile steam usurped by the storm of volcanic heat which wavered fiercely around,

Neither did the glass of freshly extracted fruit juice render the slightest of rejuvenation- as it miserably evaporated to reveal the last grains of sugar and salt blended within; as famished palms groped fervently ahead to clutch it,

Neither did snow flakes disdainfully thrown astray by the passing carts create a whiff of cool- as the parched tarmac devoured those few globules of water first; even before any living form dared creep near them,

Neither did the most majestic of castles generate a shy beam of shade; as their walls themselves scorched like a ravaging bulldozer; sulking at the angst that came alongwith the heat- instead of a grain of compassionate comfort,

Neither did the historically quaint well guarantee any beacon of a promise; as when one tread right to its mystically intrepid bottom- the discovery did yield hollowness but without a droplet of liquid to compliment,

Neither did the sensuously nestled swimming pool offer a fantasy of revitalizing delight; as arid winds laced with venomous smoke stabbed its periphery; metamorphosing its charmed persona into a parsimoniously fetid gutter line,

Neither did the princely fountain adorning the bustling street offer a trifle of an enthrallment- as the spray that once upon a time kissed the chin after ricocheting of ground; now abruptly dried midway in fireballs of acrimonious heat,

Neither did the couch of astoundingly pure velvet generate any comfort; as before anyone could nestle on its enamoring softness- its covers melted in the tyrannical heat- and out came charging the unabashed coiled springs,


And yet I was unabashedly relishing each ounce of my existence; even as the tumultuous summer heat whipped every bit of joy from the solar-plexus of survival,

As I romanced in the golden stream of mortal sweat that sensuously dribbled down my skin- to give me my victorious “Sweat-Bath”.


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Destined to be dead. When God wants.

I didn’t know whether it would be flamboyantly optimistic rays of the
Sun; or whether the sky would resemble silver streaks of monsoon grey-
when I’d step out of the pitch dark coal mine,

I didn’t know whether it’d rain unrelentingly; or whether it’d turn
out to be a day embellished with the profoundness of ecstatic light-
as I retired for sleep just a few hours before,

I didn’t know whether I’d meet with several uncouth barricades; or
whether I’d reach the finishing line of sweet success like the flight
of a royally unbridled eagle- as I tread on the jagged road outside,

I didn’t know whether the very next person I’d encounter would be a
long-lost friend; or a complete stranger with whom I’d have to
interact from the infinitesimal scratch so that we became best
friends,

I didn’t know whether the waves of the ocean would serenely undulate
under the opalescent Moon- or whether there would be an undivided wall
of fiery water called ‘Tsunami’ hurtling towards the crowded township-
as I merrily hummed the tunes of my choice snuggled cozily in my hotel
room,

I didn’t know whether there’d be impeccable landscapes of ice as I
traversed up the hills; or whether what would greet me would be
treacherous barren slopes- with delightful rivulets of water tumbling
by my side,

I didn’t know whether the colossal edifice would retain its poise; or
come down crumbling like a pack of frigid matchsticks; as the
earthquake struck without the tiniest of insinuation and with
insurmountable might,

I didn’t know whether the bus awkwardly wobbling through the hills;
would reach the summit with all passengers in bliss; or whether it’d
skid its way head-on- down into the stillness of the devouring gorge,

I didn’t know whether the tantalizing plain of mud that laid infront;
would facilitate to reach the other end like a royal safari- or
whether it’d perseveringly suck life trying to traverse being the
slippery sand,

I didn’t know whether the fresh bundle of life soon about to leave the
womb and entire planet divine- would be an unequivocally bonding baby
girl; or a mischievous little darling baby boy,

I didn’t know whether the stranger walking abreast my window; lived in
a charmed castle of glittering columns and crowns- or whether he found
solace under the open roof of the unassailable sky; when night
inevitably descended by,

I didn’t know whether the bird perched on the roof- would choose to
peck at grains strewn in bountiful abundance around; or whether it’d
dabble its beak just an insouciant trifle into the few droplets of
water in the bowl,

I didn’t know whether the offsprings would abruptly leave their mother
one day; or whether they’d all continue to exist till destined in
their abode replenished with the threads of love,

I didn’t know whether the bride and bride-groom who appeared so
wondrously enlightened on solemnization of marriage- would lead a life
further of unhindered joy; mutual bliss and respect- or whether their
existence would mark a new chapter of being fraught with total
discontent; dissimilarities and disparities,

I didn’t know whether the flamboyantly roaring lion would attack the
man with savage hostility; or would come near him to timidly lap up
his palm; the same man who’d once upon a time removed a thorn from its
profusely oozing wound,

I didn’t know whether the vultures would admire their unfettered
flight in the scintillatingly candid mirror; or whether they’d
disintegrate the same into worthless pieces with nonchalant probes of
their legs and beaks,

I didn’t know whether the inscrutably exuberant paintings of the
painter would reach him the epitome of mortal success and fame; or
whether he’d spend a life in lambasted reclusion and seclusion from
the outside world,

I didn’t know whether the kite I flew from my terrace; would soar
placidly as I relished plucking at its lifeless string; or whether
it’d fall with an instantaneous thud upon obdurate concrete; cut by a
counterpart string which had more luck that time,


But irrespective of this or that we did not know – what I and every
single one of us living beings definitely and irrefutably know; is
that every mortal life taken birth upon the soil by God’s grace- is
destined to be dead when God wants.

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I’ve fallen in love with you Ice-Cream


I loved the astounding ounces of reinvigoration that you perpetuated
wherever you went; even as the globe grew stale in disdainful robotic
work,

I loved the way you tantalized every mortal around you- as every
globule from your body sensuously dissipated into barren patches of
mud,

I loved the way you were served in the most glitteringly embellished
platter- so that every meal finished with an uninhibitedly contented
smile,

I loved the way you caressed me with your unflinching softness- making
me feel like I was galloping through fields of spell-bindingly
electrifying Sunshine,

I loved the way you euphorically charmed humans of every religion;
caste; creed; tribe and color- with the effervescence that wafted
from your diminutive form,

I loved the way you announced your delectably curvaceous and colorful
presence- as hordes of people left what was thwarting them- and rushed
to devour mouthfuls of your ecstatic grace,

I loved the way you evoked so much reaction without uttering a word-
as almost everyone had something to appreciate about you- be it your
color, form, odor, freshness, poignancy or unparalleled taste,

I loved the way you brought about that quintessential zeal in all
those lives; miserably lamenting without reason or rhyme- pepped up
the ambience with sparks of revitalizing newness,

I loved the way you quelled volcanic body heat like a magicians wand-
even as man-made discrepancies permeated the atmosphere around with
poisonous smoke and fumes,

I loved the way you ignited those whirlpools of uncanny excitement
around you- becoming a chilled centerpiece of exhilaration on that
extremely warm summer afternoon,

I loved the way you innocently nestled in the palm- so soft; so
tender; so immaculately princely- drawing hordes of cheers as one
sighted even an inconspicuous trifle of you,

I loved the compassionately triumphant warmth that you generated in
everyone who consumed you- being frozen yourself; without any respite
and to the core,

I loved the way you united haplessly estranged lovers into bonds of
endearing friendship- as they resolved all disputes; buried past
differences—whilst clasping you with one hand each,

I loved the way you disseminated the message of universal brotherhood-
with people from all parts of the globe; unhesitatingly ready to
mingle in groups to have a slice of your dazzling ice,

I loved the way you were used to celebrate occasions solemnizing love
– when marriage was proposed with a ring in one hand and the other
offering your silken grace of impeccable unity,

I loved the way you held your own inimitable identity- even when
blended with myriad concoctions; cakes; eateries; syrups and what
not’s- with mortals distinguishing you instantly from the assortment;
as you astoundingly chilled,

I loved the way you effortlessly glided your way to your destination-
when sadly and rarely there weren’t any takers- melting into absolute
submission under golden rays of the mid-day Sun,

I loved the way you retained your rudimentary essence for all humans
to savor- remaining the most kingly eating constituent of their meals-
even as the space-cyber age hurled one ingenious innovation over
another,

O! Yes, I’ve definitely fallen in love with you- my scrumptiously
enchanting and unabashed “Ice-Cream”

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