Hide and Seek - Part 3 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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49. FREE SALIVA

 

When i spit saliva on brackish complexioned tan ground,

there were pearly streaks of white formed amidst an assemblage of disdainful black.

 

when i spit saliva on the scintillating surface of immaculate marble,

hordes of pedestrians tripped headlong; after an encounter with the slippery surface.

 

when i spit saliva on ravishing morsels of steaming food,

the concoction transited to a fetid brown; hosting an army of obnoxious mosquito.

 

when i spit saliva on delectable pints of frosty milk,

the opulently prosperous liquid turned into fermented bitter cream.

 

when i spit saliva on finely decimated granules of sugar,

it produced a molten ointment of jaggery; deleterious to health.

 

when i spit saliva on arid patches of blistering air,

the ambience was submerged in passionate humidity; pacifying high strung temper.

 

when i spit saliva on the surface of vast sapphire ocean,

it simply faded into oblivion ;diffusing amongst colossal chains of trapped salt.

 

when i spit saliva in vehicular petrol,

the elixir was rendered useless for further use; failing miserably in its

attempts to rekindle the machine.

 

when i spit saliva on a jugglery of software electronic,

the contraption hissed currents of venomous electricity; electrocuting tender bones in my skin.

 

when i spit saliva on slithering persona of jungle reptile,

its demeanor glittered like pure gold; blended with stripes of vibrant yellow.

 

when i spit saliva on crisp sheets of morning paper,

the manuscript was reduced to threadbare pulp; with distorted lines of English literature.

 

when i spit saliva on burning embers of black coal,

the flames died a natural death; with sporadic spurts in intensity.

 

when i spit saliva on parched soil of the desert,

it applauded my efforts; thanking me heartily for my assiduous efforts.

 

and when i didn't spit saliva at all; my body

retaliated in poignant anger,

irresistible sensations proliferated in my mouth,

and i eventually burst open my constipated mouth; emitting a frothy spray; as it didn't cost me to spit loads of free saliva.

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