My Talk Had No End

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 25, 2018

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When I met the gardener; all I ended up talking with him was; a battalion of wild shrubs and creepers dangling in tandem from the century old dilapidated wall,

When I met the businessman; all I ended up talking with him was; a myriad of astutely commercial plans; a stupendously manipulative analysis of the present day
stock market,

When I met the tennis champion; all I ended up talking with him was; the handsome strokes he executed in the marathon game; the astounding dexterity with which he
maneuvered the ball all round the court of voluptuous grass,

When I met the clouds; all I ended up talking with them was; the incredulously exotic showers of turbulent rain which caressed earth full throttle; the heavenly reprieve they gave our soil from the tyranny of scorching summer,

When I met the pig; all I ended up talking with him was; the daily heaps of gruesomely stinking garbage; the insatiable gluttony he felt every single unleashing minute of the day,

When I met the convict; all I ended up talking with him was; the murky side of life; the uncouthly satanic ocean of blood in which he found himself inevitably
drowning in as time unveiled,

When I met the priest; all I ended up talking with him was; the sacrosanct repertoire of scriptures embossed in the Bible; the mystical balance between good and
the repulsively bad in daily life,

When I met the politician; all I ended up talking with him was; the nonchalant list of boring policies he planned to evolve over a period of time; the relentless list of portfolio's which he had ushered to his ministers; putting me to sleep right before his
bulging eyes,

When I met the soldier; all I ended up talking with him was; an unending tale of daunting war; the insurmountable tenacity he had displayed while indefatigably fighting for his home soil,

When I met the dancer; all I ended up talking with him was; the latest trends in contemporary disco; the seductively tantalizing styles which he implemented to keep his audience fully boisterous; even after wee hours of yawning midnight,

When I met the avalanche of augmenting snow; all I ended up talking with him was; the bizarre cold experienced perennially at all times; the overwhelming agony of being mutilated by austerely cold winds from left; right and center,

When I met the eunuch; all I ended up talking with it was; the unsurpassable sorrow with which it was bestowed upon this life; the perpetual longing in its heart to take birth in infinite lives; again as man,

When I met the doctor; all I ended up talking with him was; the stringently obnoxious odor of potent medication; the ingeniously life yielding drugs which
had just arrived in the conventional market,

When I met the housewife next door; all I ended up talking with her was; the boundless chores of duty to be fulfilled each day; the irascible humming of her
children which kept her wide awake all night,

When I met the author; all I ended up talking with him was; his countless ocean of innovative ideas; the names of his publishers and the names of his cherished books,

When I met the robust complexioned grandfather; all I ended up talking with him was; the fathomless string of his life time experiences; the nostalgic reminisces
of his innocuous youth; which fomented a passionate flurry of silver tears to well up his eyes,

When I met the bald man; all I ended up talking with him was; the inexplicable tyranny that had confronted him when he was young; the step by step account of how he had lost his precious shock of scintillating black hair,

When I met the girl of my dreams; all I ended talking with her was; a mind-boggling chain of fantasies rampantly circulating in my mind; a paradise on which I inherently wanted both of us to exist for centuries unprecedented,

When I met the mother who had born me; all I ended talking with her was; the days when I was a mischievous child; the colossal tunnel of fairy tales I used to intriguingly listen sandwiched invincibly secure; within deep recesses of her belly,

While it was only when I met the Creator; that I talked without the slightest of restraint and inhibition; talked for times unending about what I felt was my perception of life; talked virtually about anything I felt like discussing on this majestically boundless planet; and it was here that for the first time; MY TALK WAS INFINITE, MY TALK HAD NO END.


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