Monthly Archives: May 2010

Save your love . Save water .

You profoundly relished it when it struck the brutally emaciated pores of your impoverished skin – as you uninhibitedly rolled under the cistern that cascaded down the mountain slope,

You saluted it as it unabashedly stormed your lavatory seat – making every trace of filthiness entirely disappear in lightening traces of time – and then quietly fade as you closed the flush ,

You were poignantly enamored when it fell ecstatically from the fantabulous sky – mollifying you from the tyrannically lambasting man-made adulteration; smoke ; pollution and industrial heat ,

You wondrously adored it whilst sprinkling it on the dust laden leaves and scorched trees – and then experience an unparalleled contentment of surviving in symbiotic glory with the royal natural habitat,

You felt modestly philanthropic as you poured it into empty glasses desperately held by orphans on the street – as serving humanity was one of the most quintessential reasons of your blessed existence ,

You rhapsodically danced as you blended it with a gargantuan cube of ice and left it in a tub – for birds to bathe and feast  - as the Sun flamboyantly ignited a most piously brilliant afternoon,

You felt sensuously fantastic and jubilant to strive towards success after bathing in it – as the rays of a brand new effulgent dawn ushered you to find your own benevolently inimitable identity on the planet ,

You suddenly and spontaneously felt beautiful after washing your face with it – for when the tawdrily spurious layers of deplorable cream ; powder ; scent and lipstick peeled out – there you lay in your ravishingly unscathed charm – under the cover of a nakedly seductive night ,

You ebulliently liked it – when it granted your siblings that much needed reprieve in swelteringly burning summer – as they thoroughly splashed themselves with it – and then welcomed the torching heat in invincible friendship,

You felt genuinely intrigued when you sprayed it with compassionate fury across the freshly ploughed fields – as the seasoned hosepipe in your palms exposed you to newer dimensions of kindness – and the seed inside the mud became your best friend ,

You were endearingly mesmerized at the ripples that were formed on its surface – as you joyously hurled a harmless pebble on it horizontally and then witnessed it skid with artistic grace – before eventually sinking to the rock bottom,

You were magnetically enthralled when you kissed it – as it became your sincerest companion when you needed to celebrate triumph for goodness – and you hugged it in amiable brotherhood – though it inevitably slipped ,

You felt an unparalleled desire to be closer to your rudiments – as you envisaged a house by its side –  which though was threadbare and bohemian – but which befriended and nourished you amidst the natural wilderness with tantalizing calm,

You emphatically admired it for so tranquilly dousing the hideous flames – and becoming an instant hero amongst the  hapless people assembled by their woefully burning building – and as the fire – extinguisher had despicably failed ,

You victoriously applauded it for bringing about undefeated friendship – as people of all religions ; castes ; creed ; color ; faiths and tribes – unhesitatingly proceeded to dip in it – and get rid of inconsequential difference ,

You gratefully cherished the awe-inspiringly varied sounds it made as it filled your barren overhead tank – replacing the worthless emptiness within the lifeless walls – with one of the most indispensable mortal elixir to nourish life ,

But you loved it the most when you drank it and suckled at it like a freshly born child – whether it be after your meal or before it – as it revitalized you to pursue the path of righteousness and charismatic brotherhood ,

Therefore won’t you protect your true lover from being destroyed ; rebuked ; slapped and unnecessarily spilled .

Do your naturally unfettered and earnest best . Do something good when you truly feel for it .

Save your love . Save Water .

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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,

Unpretentious 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 unmatched – alongside
the most modern of contraptions ; on the writing desk ,
Please welcome this uncelebrated hero of our age – the ‘Chalk Stick’ .

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