Game Of love
I played a game of soccer; kicking the rotund football with rampant frenzy; when I felt the muscles in my feet were pertinently aching,
I played a game of cricket; swishing the cherry shaped ball boundless feet out of the oval ground; when I felt that the disdainful cluster of knots building up in my hands were raring to be wholesomely released,
I played a game of basketball; levitating my feet countless inches from the ground to find the sweet spot of the crisscrossed net; when I felt an insatiable urge in my persona to be as tall as the lanky building,
I played a game of cards; manipulatively dealing the resplendent paper across the furry table; when I felt that the currency in my pocket was rapidly diminishing; and I didn't want to slog it under the sweltering heat of the midday Sun,
I played a game of long tennis; articulately maneuvering my gaudy racket all round the court; when I felt that an unrelenting urge to defeat my horrendous adversary,
I played a game of wind sailing; dexterously steering my long clothed boat against a battalion of turbulently tangy ocean waves; when I felt the exhilaration evaporating at swashbuckling speeds from my veins; an incorrigible spell of dull sleep besieging my slender framework of bones,
I played a game of chess; ingeniously moving my pieces on the enigmatically checkered board; when I felt that the dead cells in my mind; the dolorous stagnancy in my demeanor needed that captivating rejuvenation,
I played a game of hide and seek; flirtatiously camouflaging myself behind the bushes away from the sight of my girl; when I felt mystical pangs of naughty mischief mildly caress my soul,
I played a game of table tennis; bashing the hollow plastic with fervent intensity virtually into my opponents face; when I felt that my ears were dying to hear that ping pong sound which so delectably made them oblivious to this mundane world,
I played a game of swimming; passionately waving my arms to emulate a silver dolphin in the pool; when I felt that the skin enveloping my body was dying a
premature death; the hair on my back had slept long ago,
I played a game of long jump; escalating my whole body to stupendous heights over the flimsy bar; when I felt a tingling sensation in my mind to conquer the acrimonious flurry of hurdles,
I played a game of hockey; careening the round marble with my stick right into the heart of the goal; when I felt that the food in my stomach was rotting to hell; needed some indispensable activity to be harmoniously digested,
I played a game of ice skating; gliding as smoothly as a white eagle across the frozen coat of scintillating snow; when I felt that an celestial urge to cover marathon miles without a single walk or run,
I played a game of sword fighting; audaciously clanging pugnacious metal with metal under the pearly rays of the full moonlight; when I felt that my senses wanted to duplicate the royal king; adopt his supremely oligarchic techniques to savor the flavor of majestic life,
I played a game of crossword puzzle; meticulously synchronizing and arranging a fleet of alphabets in chronological rows in order to make prudent sense; when I felt that I needed to inevitably brush up my fading vocabulary; before it entirely disappeared with the passing clouds,
I played a game of staring; looking inexorably into my partners eyes till God himself descended on this earth ordered them to close; when I felt that the tenacity in vision was getting hazier by the unfurling minute; the lazy obscurity could almost make me blind,
I played a game of billiards; stroking the white beacon handsomely with my rosewood stick; when I felt wanted to uninhibitedly feast my eyes on the island of
fur coated green; make the table compassionately resonate under the weight of
my magnificent ivory rod,
I played a game of whistling; melodiously deluging the perpetually still ambience with a compendium of ravishing tunes; when I intransigently felt that my lips do the talking instead of my fat tongue,
I played a game of screaming; shouting explosively over the contemporary mike; when I felt that my nimble voice took decades to be heard; and people turned an
abysmally deaf ear; everytime I spoke,
I played a game of snakes and ladders; wistfully tossing the dice to climb the perilous mountain; when I felt that I had become overwhelmingly mature; needed
to revive my nostalgic memories; go right back into innocuous childhood,
And I played a game of love; ardently embracing my beloved; drowning myself in mind; body; spirit and soul into the cloud of her enchanting romance; to live
life blissfully; allow several others of my kind to do the same in the infinite moments yet to unveil; the years still to come.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 01, 2019
Modified on April 04, 2023
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