Realm of the unreal (1995)

Smoke curled lazily upwards towards the grey sky as dark clouds loomed dangerously in the horizon. Black as the earl's moustache, night descended like a naive knight and evoked the lover's plight. Tight as the yeoman's sight the fist of the miserly beloved refused to open. "Open Sesame!" cried the romantic lover and in the heart of hearts every cloud in the sky wished for the heavens to open. Bellowing buffaloes whispered nature's dissent at the lost innocence of the maiden. Cats snarled and doors of the cars banged shut as beatles rained in the air. Bees swarmed on the open bonnets as honey drooled from the mouth of bears. Hugs and kisses became gestures of the past. The flight of the pigeon further furthered the fact that lost was love forever in the lament for money. The sky turned orange like an orangutan's face and it was time for the birds to return home and bats to hang upside down. Leaves strayed down onto the ground as feathers were added in the beloved's cap. Nests bustled with activity as the ground turned cooler. Autumn set in and it was high time the storks left Russia. Brilliantly strewn were the stars in an endless sky. Wood burnt for fuel left the woodpeckers jobless in the tussle for a better economy. Practicality loomed over the lovers' park as grass mowers worked steadily to feed the cattle. Goblins and gnomes were gobbled up in the heavy load of the schoolbag of the child.

Loads and loads of angel's hair and hordes and hordes of busy men...chipped wood and door stoppers...iron gates and red tapes...the fruit vendor and the walk of an egyptian ...sounds of clearing throats and dry coughs...walk by the dozen and the hammering of the fingers on a keyboard and so on and so forth lamented the pessimist. "Much ado about nothing" shrugged the ever-confident. "All's well that ends well" said the wise man stupidly. "The merchant in Venice is a better proposition than a snake in the park" said the pompous ass. "Forever young and no one but you" said the TV bug romantically. "Hamlet or Macbeth ..far from the madding crowd for me" said the sage who had taken sanyas because a voluptuous female collided against him and refused to apologise for it. "So many choices but none for me" sighed the pretty girl as she waited for her prince charming patiently. Pride and Prejudice kept the simple Jane at home as the trail of the adventurous beckoned Emma. Feathers and fancies flew like broken words but the lovely child wondered at everything that came its way.