Hide and Seek - Part 8 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

20. SHARP SCISSORS 

I used to cut thick strands of the abysmally long rope; bifurcating it into commensurate halves,

Then use the same in hoisting out bulky loads from the sequestered well; fetch

water from the river standing on top of the lanky mountain.

I used it to adroitly scrape blotches of disdainful mud adhering to my shoe; evacuate the debris from inside the soles,

So when I wore my disheveled footwear the next time out; it appeared profoundly scintillating under the fiery body of Sun.

I used it to scrupulously tear pieces of gaudy cloth into thin strips; vibrantly  displaying a host of vivid colors,

Then stuck them into my straw brimmed hat; wore a strap of snake leather; to

resemble the perfect cowboy.

I used to ruthlessly rip apart through pudgy chunks of plush upholstery; brutally extricating the sponge out,

In my frantic search for finding the missing jewels; apprehending the scores of nefarious criminals.

I used it to poke my beloved in the soft cartilage of her ribs; hovering it in the vicinity of her ear like a petulant mosquito,

Only to hear her anguished rebuking; the deliberately cold meals she served me for nocturnal supper.

I used it to tenaciously dig the fresh mounds of mud; making a plethora of inconspicuous holes in proximity of the plants,

Facilitating their accelerated growth; providing them with augmented space

to breathe.

I used it to spread the golden smear of butter on my morning bread; coherently

applying jam to my succulent fruit,

Thereafter Relishing my meal immensely; with sporadic beams of light falling

in shimmering pools on my dreary eyes.

I used it to frivolously prick inflated balloons; inserting it with meticulous

precision in their protuberant body,

Tremendously enjoyed the thunderous bang; the monstrous reverberations that

besieged the atmosphere as an inevitable aftermath.

I even used it sometimes as a substitute to my pen; dipping it extravagantly

in a bottle replete with blue blooded ink,

However it floundered to achieve the required proficiency; and it was an apathy to view the mangled lines of literature that I had scribbled on the finely

agglutinated paper.

But one thing was for sure; and I know all of you would ubiquitously agree with the same,

My pair of sharp scissors served me the best when I used it to trim the

unruly hair inhabiting my scalp; the deplorable strands of moustache waywardly

drooping down my chin,

Astoundingly transforming my demeanor from that of a bushy demon; to that of an impeccable God.