I LIKED THE WAY

I liked the way; the jugglery of bones moved in the body,

I liked the way thunderous clouds in the cosmos produced sheets
of torrential rain,
I liked the way in which fish swam articulately swishing their
silken fins,
I liked the way; in which handsome horses galloped down the
plateau at swashbuckling speeds,
I liked the way; in which fluorescent bulbs diffused gaudy lights
on the street,
I liked the way; in which steaming brown filter coffee was
poured melodiously in bar mugs,
I liked the way; in which intricate zones in my eardrum reacted
ecstatically to vociferous sound,
I liked the way; tones of literature was juxtaposed on
immaculate bond paper
of books,
I liked the way; in which gleaming sheath of Black hair cascaded
down effeminate shoulders,
I liked the way; in which the railway engine obstreperously
chugged through
solitary arenas of desert,
I liked the way; in which a plethora of bamboo sticks were used
to construct fortified enclosures for dwelling,
I liked the way; in which golden particles of saw dust flew
haphazardly in the austere breeze,
I liked the way; in which the princely panther clambered tall
trees with nonchalant ease,
I liked the way; in which scores of glowworm radiated mystical
rays at the onset of twilight,
I liked the way; in which the crystal waterfall plummeted down
the slopes at tumultuous speeds,
I liked the way; in which small cubes of ice rolled down the
slope; eventually transiting into a mighty avalanche,
I liked the way; in which enchanting shapes were sketched by
synchronized strokes of the paint brush,
I liked the way; in which those dying of thirst; quenched their
thirst drinking
gallons of spring water,
I liked the way; in which ostentatious cars sped down the valley
at rollicking speeds,

I liked the way; in which people bounced on an island of pure

jelly; catapulting a few feet above ground,
I liked the way; in which the cricket ball was hurled over the
fence with overwhelming tenacity,
I liked the way; in which innocuous toddlers played incessantly
in pools of wet mud,
I liked the way; in which the philanthropic politician helped
clusters of individuals afflicted by distress,
I liked the way; in which the voluptuous nightingale flooded the
atmosphere with mesmerizing rhyme,
I liked the way; in which crisp flakes of popcorn tumbled in
unison from the wending machine,
I liked the way; in which man toiled to unprecedented limits in
order to retain his self esteem,
I liked the way; in which young hearts throbbed violently; falling
prey to inevitable love,
I liked the way; in which tender patches of my skin developed
disdainful rash when stung by harmless nettle,
I liked the way; in which the flag patronizing my nation fluttered
high in the wind,
I liked the way; in which people bereft of sight; still had a zeal to
live; relying solely on the sense of hearing,
I liked the way; in which acrimonious rays of Sun fumigated all
the filth on earth,
I liked the way; in which colossal mountains trembled due to
onslaught of the earthquake,
I liked the way; in which pellucid mirror of glass reflected my
authentic image,
I liked the way; in which the tranquil moon shone on my eyes
when I was in
realms of deep sleep,
I liked the way; in which all the tangible and intangible existed;
under a single roof; blended with harmony and love,
And over and above all I liked the way; in which God created
man; from which hailed my very own ancestors,
Who in turn bestowed upon me the power to like and dislike.