Monthly Archives: April 2016

It nimbly swished its tail; as the blaring horns of boundless trapped vehicles; deluged the membranes of its intricate ear,

It incorrigibly refrained to listen; payed a wholesomely deaf ear; as hordes of people hooted in thunderous cacophony all around,

It nonchalantly exonerated all appeals by pedestrians to clear the way; displayed its disgusting disapproval by a feeble flap of its earlobe,

It stood in solitary silence in the midst of the boisterous activity; preferred to gently lick its innocuous calf; rather than walking a step forward; making way for the armory of mammoth trucks blowing their horns to ultimate capacity,

It bloated pompously in conceited pride at the very thought of being the most talked about; invited tiny toddlers to adorn its back; even as their parents admonished them stringently of not doing so,

It merrily lapped at water in an obsolete monsoon pond on the pavement; as countless number of dreary passengers blurted a volley of abuse; utterly famished
and miserably trapped in their claustrophobic jeeps,

It blissfully erupted into slimy cakes of cowdung; celestially defecating its morning meal; as several denizens on the street coughed and abysmally stuttered towards inevitable smoke and suffocation,

It stupendously relished the inclement cold with its coat of impeccably white skin; while the youngsters trapped way behind in the haphazardly synchronized traffic; dreadfully envisaged the face of their angry beloved; who would terrorize their cheeks with tenacious slaps; for reaching embarrassingly late,

It fantasized for hours immemorial without fluttering an eyelid; insipidly shook its body to drive away the festoon of cheeky flies feasting on the folds of its neck; while infinite businessmen jolted right from the midst of their harmonious sleep; ordered the driver to abdicate their automobile; took to the wheel themselves and swerved violently on the tarmac to catch the evening flight in an absolute jiffy,

It playfully conversed with umpteenth others of its fraternity; whispering its tale of anguished woes; standing like a formidably impregnable fortress; in the center of the stridently clanging traffic and frugal bits of free space,

It rubbed its nose on the ground deliberately to be sympathetic for its impoverished self; while the inept police station resonated in the throes of indefatigable shrill ringing activity; as citizens resorted to the same in a last bid to reach the abnormally long looking finishing line,

It slowly gallivanted around like an immaculately mute spectator; sniffing about fruits strewn in vicinity which it supremely cherished; while the crowds on the roads kept augmenting; reaching an unprecedented zenith as the primordial minutes unveiled themselves into marathon hours,

It took a short nap granting eternal rest to its overwhelmingly overstuffed belly; while helpless plebeians shrieked and wailed in fervently mounting frustration,

It inhaled in profusely divine long breaths; while the battalion of haplessly stranded civilians staggered hopelessly for bellows of fresh and ravishing breath,

It angrily kicked at a philanthropist trying to cajole it to shift its dwelling to a safer haven; hovered its pugnacious horns for evoking some moments of frolicking mischief; even before the man could say sorry and exit,

It intransigently remained riveted to its place; although some clever farmers tried to lure it with a packed bundle of green grass and delectable leaf; thereby instilled in individuals all around that patience is indeed the persevering virtue to unparalleled success,

It awoke children in their cozy dwelling from their surreal day dreams; as they gathered around its body to admire and play with its marvelously lovely tail,

And in the end; when the thunderously deplorable sounds of horns; the relentless cursing of people; the ambience inundated with rampant mayhem; was getting a
trifle too much on its nerves to bear; the Cow still didn’t shift a centimeter from the heart of the road; instead urled its legs snobbishly and sat; giving the humans
profoundly disturbed and distressed; their well deserved half a victory.

When i molded long strands of my hair into slender curls,
fastening them with strings of sticky elastic rubber,
with infinite fibers of black cascading down like a fountain,
my manly exteriors transited to those of a daintily adorned teenage girl.

when i submerged the wild mass of my hair in an exact liter of coriander oil,
they slept in tranquil contentment on glistening regions of my scalp,
refraining to budge an inch in stormy sheets of inclement weather,
dying a disdainful death without savoring the true taste of life.

when i sheared bulky loads of my hair with a pair of pocket jacknife,
rustic pathces of my scalp potrayed an alien look,
the humming bees sung merrily on the barren islands,
my head now resembled polished briquette’s of coal; sprawled with white powder.

when i camouflaged my scalp with beads of pure silver,
adhering sedately to rudimentary bits of yellow gold,
it appeared as if possesed a dungeon of riches,
with parasitic individuals of the society pilfering through my house of bare brick.

when i tonsured my skull completely of hair,
gently plucking the last bits of floss with my knotted fingers,
my scalp got scorched in acerbic rays of the Sun,
sparkling a pure ivory white in resplendent beams of the moon,
i was a grotesque sight to stare; as people offended me with pools of ludicrous laughter.

when i parted my hair in exact equal halves,
sprinkling the central rift with pinches of crimson vermilion powder,
riveting braids of scented flower with scrupulous proficiency,
i looked strikingly similar to the traditionally living indian women.

and when i finally combed my hair with casual strokes of the serrated brush,
splashing jagged stubs of my beard with revitalizing cologne,
kneading my hair vigorously with piquant extracts of blue whale fish,
i could be sighted unanimously by one and all; as a truly authentic volatile man.

Thick mirrors of transparent glass,
slates of graphite stuck to wall,
big bottles of shaving foam,
flammable containers of liquid spray,
a tetra assembly of royal chairs,
with protruding headrests of cushioned rexin,
fluorescent light rods producing blue light,
arrays of scissors made of stainless steel,
razor switch blades in plastic shells,
brown hairbrush with artificial teeth,
polygonal cans of medicated shampoo,
soft white towels dipped in hot steam,
aromatic hair oil in copper tins,
giant clock hung to wall nail,
electronic hair drier suspended from a jugglery of wires,
wooden boxes of talcum powder,
tantalizing odour of body cologne,
huge paint brush coated with black dye,
rectangular green tablets of antiseptic soap,
flocks of silky hair lying dead on the floor,
offering a wide range of services like,
haircut, massage, facial, bleach,
special shave and shampoo bath,
with an iron safe for stacking currency notes,
and a large tumbler of cool water,
shaping hairy demons to presentable gods,
as i stretch my legs,
in the crowded ambience of the hair cutting saloon.

Bald patches of earth bore olive green hair of silken grass,
which swayed frivolously with swift currents of winter breeze.

snow white rabbits had a furry shock of hard hair,
galloped at electric pace through winding lanes of the valley.

lethal alligators were adorned with a bush of needle like hair,
glided with languid energy through deep waters of the jungle river.

the maple trees possessed wild hair projecting from their roots,
gave birth to a cluster of sweet fruit tumbling down with sporadic outbursts of wind.

pure bed sheets of silk had a plethora of feeble hair,
ready to get brutally crushed at instantaneous contacts of bulky flesh.

the disheveled body of chameleon had sprouts of razor edged hair,
tickled masses of insects, bare walls of brick as it clambered up with difficulty.

long handle of broomstick had infinite hair of cheap cane,
scraped trapped molecules of dust and loiter from remote corners of kitchen walls.

the sparkling surface of ocean had ravishing hair of salt,
struck colossal portions of jagged rock with unparalleled intensity of a wild tiger.

a bundle of crisp currency note had concealed hair of ecstasy,
had the tumultuous power to purchase all animate objects on mother earth.

all humans born had fragile bunches of hair emanating from their scalp,
the same grew into islands inhabited by deceit and lechery,
as advancing years crept, vanquishing immaculate hair of childhood,
into traces of everlasting oblivion.

Even if the entire world disdainfully shrugged you; dismissing you as a piece of inconspicuously threadbare shit,

Even if the entire world lecherously whipped you; mercilessly hurtling you in a dungeon of ominous scorpions for ostensibly no fault of yours,

Even if the entire world impugned you of being bawdily adulterated; although your soul was as pristine as the godly mother’s milk,

Even if the entire world indefatigably jeered at you; for solely following the voices of your immaculate conscience,

The beats of my heart still throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside cruelly lambasted and castigated; and the corridors of my
impoverished life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Eternal beloved.

1.

Even if the entire world hedonistically spat on your sparkling honesty; ghoulishly yearning to jinx every righteous step that you tread,

Even if the entire world fretfully blinded your immaculate integrity; with corpses of acrimoniously pugnacious manipulation,

Even if the entire world salaciously molested every trace of your sacrosanct shadow; relentlessly trying to metamorphose all your insatiable jubilation into a wisp of infidel nothingness,

Even if the entire world invidiously obfuscated your path to philanthropism; wanting you to perilously coalesce with the mortuary of delinquent politics instead,

The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside satanically cursed and wailed; and the corridors of my truncated life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Priceless beloved.

2.

Even if the entire world incessantly shrugged at you in bizarre skepticism; impugning you of the most cannibalistic crimes; which you had never ever dreamt or committed,

Even if the entire world treated you as a diminutively feckless dustbin; giving you only lackadaisical stone to eat; while they profusely bathed in waterfalls of crimson wine,

Even if the entire world heinously hissed at your innocuous dwelling; making each unfurling instant of your existence; more venomously diabolical than the scorpion sting,

Even if the entire world horrendously slashed your stupendously mellifluous voice; with parasitically blood-stained chains of delirious immorality,

The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside baselessly crucified and burnt; and the corridors of my destined life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Omnipotent beloved.

3.

Even if the entire world barbarously torched you to the last bone of your spine; meting out their dastardly graveyards of frustration; upon your innocently shimmering skin,

Even if the entire world mordantly toyed with your river of uninhibitedly spell bidning emotions; maliciously exploiting your irrevocable honesty; to construct the foundations of their hideous cowardliness,

Even if the entire world ghastily tormented you beyond the thresholds of sagacious sanity; overshadowing the wave of your blazing patriotism with opprobrious
retribution,

Even if the entire world lethally adulterated every aspect of your brilliantly beautiful life; incarcerating you like a miserably chained puppet; in the dungeons of disparaging depravation,

The beats of my heart throbbed more passionately for you even as the whole planet outside sadistically tyrannized and mutiliated; and the corridors of my minuscule life had room for no other organism on earth but you; you and only you O! Immortal beloved.

The fires outside might be blazing ferociously towards the sky; charring even the most inconspicuous particle around in its tumultuously scorching swirl,
But the fire inside my blood was simply unbearable; made me inevitably collapse towards the hard ground every minute.

The temperature engulfing the atmosphere might be freezing below abysmally low limits; with ominous avalanches of snow hurtling like an augmenting balloon
down the treacherous mountain slopes,
But the enveloping my bones was simply unbearable; numbing me disastrously in every single aspect of blissful life.

The thorns laden on the jungle soil might be staring acridly towards the dark blue sky; furtively awaiting innocuous feet to inadvertently trample over them; bleed and hurt,
But the thorns in my chest were simply unbearable; viciously trying to strangulate me into ghastly emptiness every second.

The voices lingering in the island of hell might be too appalling to describe; permeated the boundless expanse of cosmos with the wail of gruesomely wicked
and salacious beasts,
But the voices circulating in my mind were simply unbearable; fomented me to disdainfully stutter a billion times; on every thought I perceived; on every sentence I spoke.

The images radiating out of the morbidly shattered mirror might be horrendous depictions of the diabolical devil; ready to pounce upon and uncouthly rip through innocent mankind,
But the images that barbarically encompassed my brain were simply unbearable; drowned me into an ocean of blood; a sea of inexplicable misery; which I found
virtually impossible to swim in and save my life.

The darkness savagely embracing the day might be an unavoidable form of Gods creation; besieging the mesmerizing sights on this planet in its satanic shades of monstrous black,
But the darkness which entrenched my eyes was simply unbearable; made me lead my days worse than the most severely blind; even though I had the most incredulously brilliant and perfect sight.

The smell emanating from the perpetually dead body might be profoundly stinking; causing one to vomit out all what he had consumed in the tenure of his life,
But the smell encapsulating my rubicund skin was simply unbearable; suffocating me this very instant; when infact doctors had proclaimed me to be in perfect health; and for apparently no sin of mine.
The businessman might have suffered gargantuan losses as the economy abruptly crashed down; sadly parting with his fathomless treasury of wealth; all what he
had earned in life; within flash instants of time,
But the losses that I incurred were simply unbearable; having all the wealth of the world stored in my castle’s overflowing with biscuits of gold; and yet crawling in hopeless despair on the streets; starving for tranquility more horribly than the most
impoverished of beggar.

And perhaps the man buried infinite feet beneath the earth in his coffin might be without breath; celestially smiling in the arms of the Omniscient Creator,
But the tyranny that I underwent inspite of living infinite feet above earth was simply unbearable; killing my soul every moment; piercing me like a thousand knives through my hollow heart; as the entity whom I had loved more than my life no longer existed; the person who was more important to me than anything else on this planet had left me forever.

Had all your so called manliness; the power in your bulging muscle ludicrously died; that you now resorted to satanically selling the innocuously Godly flesh of small children; for replenishing your spurious canisters of beer and tawdry wine?

Had all your so called manliness; the finesse of inimitable creativity in your fingers pathetically died; that you now resorted to mercilessly chopping the Godly fingers of small children; so that more and more plebeian gave them the indispensable currency coin in their begging bowls?

Had all your so called manliness; the sheer euphoria in your raw voice unthinkably died; that you now resorted to sadistically sodomizing the Godly bodies of small children; just to entertain the treacherously chauvinistic high society; and then roll in a fetid lavatory of abominably cursed pearls?

Had all your so called manliness; the optimism to triumph in your eyes flagrantly died; that you now resorted to gorily gouging the Godly eyes of small children; so that every passing onlooker took pity on them; and thereby gave shelter to you too alongwith them; as their spurious father?

Had all your so called manliness; the fervent machismo in your blood inanely died; that you now resorted to invidiously train the Godly fingers of small children to fire a gun; so that you forever slept on a pillow of gold; and were never ever remanded for the heinous crime?

Had all your so called manliness; the inimitable authority in your footsteps lividly died; that you now resorted to execute your worthless experiments on the Godly veins of small children; and then selling your wastrel patents for millions to the demons of the sacrilegious underworld?

Had all your so called manliness; the unparalleled virility in your loins shamefully died; that you now resorted to ghoulishly castrating the Godly organs of small children; so that they became a perennial income source for each of your misdeeds; clapping house to house and at each sanctimonious function of the society; as imbecile eunuchs?

Had all your so called manliness; the blazing dynamism in your throat distastefully died; that you now resorted to coercing the Godly voices of small children to endlessly wail; to capture the hearts and pockets of the biggest connoisseurs and patrons of humanity; alike?

Had all your so called manliness; the inherent brilliance of innovation in your brain contemptuously died; that you now resorted to rampantly behead the Godly necks of small children; on the barbarous pretexts of feckless religion; caste; creed; color
and tribe?

Had all your so called manliness; the unbridled compassion of your chest gruesomely died; that you now resorted to deceitfully lure the Godly spirit of small children into the drudgery of drugs addiction; thereby ensuring to be damningly faithful to your suppliers for the remainder of your life?

Had all your so called manliness; the unassailable temerity of your shoulders mockingly died; that you now resorted to burdening the Godly heads of small children with tons of bricks and rotting garbage piles; making them toil under the unbearable sweltering heat; so that you could relish your afternoon siesta uninterrupted?

Had all your so called manliness; the unshakable perseverance in your armpits wretchedly died; that you now resorted to stripping the Godly persona of small children; forcing them to dance in the derogatorily perverted bars; to savor the most magnanimous of tip from each devilishly inhuman businessman?

Had all your so called manliness; the insuperable fearlessness in your stride foolhardily died; that you now resorted to asphyxiating the Godly throats of small children; wholesomely killing them for a few wads of note; just because they were
the cursed girl child?

Had all your so called manliness; the undefeated conviction of your soul penuriously died; that you now resorted to ghastily sacrificing the Godly scalps of small children; infront of the Omnipotent deity; just in order to become nonsensically immortal; after drinking their impeccable blood?

Had all your so called manliness; the undaunted fervor in your veins meaninglessly died; that you now resorted to inexhaustibly slapping the Godly cheeks of small children; just in order to assert your very own non-existent superiority; and release the agony of your itching fingers?

Had all your so called manliness; the indefatigable energy in your knees uselessly died; that you now resorted to ruthlessly commanding the Godly legs of small children; to carry your irascibly cumbersome weight; transport you to the most venomous destination of your life?

Had all your so called manliness; the unconquerable fortitude in your bones hopelessly died; that you now resorted to emaciating the Godly bellies of small children to ghostly carcasses; just so that you got your quintessential two meals a day; evoking the highest of poignant sentiment?

Had all your so called manliness; the victorious inferno in your breath disgustingly died; that you now resorted to cold-bloodedly silencing the Godly lives of small children; subjecting them to infinite ambiences of ‘jihad’ and terrorism; so that they conquered the whole world only for your idiosyncrasies and you?

Had all your so called manliness; the immortal epitomes of compassion in your heart haplessly died; that you now resorted to cannibalistically inundate the Godly hearts of small children with nothing but hatred towards the society and each ingredient of the
atmosphere; so that they knew nothing but to slave for your devilish smile?

And I really don’t know about others. But if ever you did come infront of me in this tenure of my impoverished life; I’ll make sure that I forever assassinate your already sinfully dead body; and then pack you of; to the most ostracizing corpses of the devil’s graveyard; to the most penalizing dungeons of hell.

The crimson grey clouds have an obsessive habit to cry,
inundate barren regions of earth with surplus amount of fresh water.

the washerman has a stringent habit of washing blotted cloth,
scraping tonnes of dirt with adroit strokes of wooden batten.

the city traffic police have an impulsive habit of waving their sticks,
cant help but do so, even when in realms of deep sleep.

the soil has a bountiful habit of giving birth to blades of wild grass,
when fed with paltry amounts of achromatic water.

the sheep on mountains have a routine habit of walking in clusters,
weave their way through interspersed regions of the jungle leaning on one another.

the birds in the sky have extravagant habits of chirping incessantly,
convey the innermost of their feeling via this medium of coherent music.

the saline waters of sea are prone to habits of crashing against chains of rock,
falling with a loud thud on the shore when imparted turbulence by the moon.

the milkman has an infuriating habit of delivering milk in wee hours of the morning,
waking people up from domains of celestial sleep.

the dog has a noninvasive habit of barking vociferously at strangers,
wagging its tail when jubiliant, in criss-cross fashions dismantling the harmony of air.

the venomous snake has lethal habits of consuming baby milk,
injects its poison while relishing the same with slender tongue.

politicians worldwide have chivalrous habits of making promises,
fail to deliver the same when floating high in webs of corruption.

striped lizards have denfensive habits of squirting blood when attacked,
change their color with nonchalant ease to strangulate unsuspecting prey.

i had an unrelenting habit of running till i found paradise on earth,
bathe under the crystal springs of mesmerizing nature,
live in transcendental oblivion sheltered from pragmatic realities of life.

Grow more trees; profoundly disseminate the essence of
symbiotically majestic existence; to even the most remotely fathomless quarters of this gigantic Universe,

Grow more trees; marvelously diffuse the shades of
resplendent tranquility; to all those souls mercilessly bereaved in the corpses of truculently bizarre manipulation,

Grow more trees; astoundingly spawn a civilization of
gloriously rejuvenating freshness; on every remorsefully treacherous graveyard of abhorrent prejudice,

Grow more trees; irretrievably feel like the most
blessed organism alive; although your pockets didn’t
have even the most inconspicuous of currency coin,

Grow more trees; handsomely evict yourself from the
sanctimonious cigar smoke and wine; letting the pious
energy in your soul; gush out like streaks of
torrential lightening in the Kingly sky,

Grow more trees; become the most benign harbinger of
all mankind; astonishingly transmitting God’s message
of immaculate peace; via the entrenchment of fruitful serenity,

Grow more trees; bountifully embrace the winds of
mesmerizing peace and evergreen happiness; for infinite more births of your yet to unveil,

Grow more trees; Omnisciently metamorphose the
unfathomable ocean of heinously malicious
adulteration; into the sky of beautifully enthralling harmony,

Grow more trees; ubiquitously propagate the essence of
triumphant equality; amongst immortals and
monotonously wandering mortals; handsomely alike,

Grow more trees; let the philanthropic river of
melody; be the only divine virtue; that flowed
everlastingly on this fathomlessly eclectic planet,

Grow more trees; ingeniously innovate more ardently
than ever before; with the exhilaratingly ebullient
breeze; taking wholesome control of your disastrously
dwindling mind; body and soul,

Grow more trees; stringently prevent the rot of
disdainfully fretful disease; uninhibitedly allowing
the balm of ingratiatingly sacrosanct mother nature;
to heal even the most inexplicably gory of your wounds,

Grow more trees; divert the corpses of victimizing
hatred towards the coffins of egregious oblivion; with
immortal love taking complete control of your nimble life,

Grow more trees; boundlessly sparkle like the pearl of
unfettered victory; to coin the milestones flamboyantly scintillating success; transcending beyond the realms of fulfilling paradise,

Grow more trees; unrelentingly watch a valley of
pristine togetherness unleash; in every conceivable
direction that you dared to tread,

Grow more trees; feel stupendously closer to your
trail of fascinatingly aboriginal rudiments; amiably
blending with the feathers of silken goodness,

Grow more trees; intransigently gain more inspiration
to coalesce with those haplessly staggering;
endeavoring your best to wholeheartedly accept all
living kind; jubilantly alike,

Grow more trees; let the indiscriminate stab holes of
lecherous traitors; be washed forever with the
endlessly forgiving fountain of mother nature,

Grow more trees; timelessly transform all traces of
maniacally obsessive behavior; into an unsurpassable
sea of heavenly sensuousness,

Grow more trees; let the entrenchment of unparalleled
seduction; creep into your murderously plotting soul; every unfurling minute of the Sunlit day and burgeon more prolifically in the complexion of the wonderfully star-studded night,

Grow more trees; magnificently dance to the tunes of
holistic survival; with the profoundly fabulous spread
of the peacocks feathers; tickling your insane senses
as water tumbled down from crimson sky,

Grow more trees; blissfully enshroud yourself with the
mantra of unconquerable humanity; insurmountably
tantalizing every ingredient of your brutally famished
blood; with a gorge of panoramically unbelievable ecstasy,

Grow more trees; Omnipresently substitute the
torturously tyrannical lechery of blistering sands;
with overwhelmingly conjuring meadows of parrot green,

Grow more trees; bid a permanent goodbye to
derogatorily penalizing smoke; kicking its threadbare
visage away with strokes of vibrantly ravishing compassion,

Grow more trees; exotically attract untamed
cloudbursts of poignantly thunderous rain; regally
sweeping boundless landscapes of sleazy grime; with
the most priceless blessings of the Almighty Lord,

Grow more trees; insatiably mesmerize even the most
obfuscatedly alien and blood stained entities; with
the aristocratic drapery of incomprehensibly unlimited fantasy,

Grow more trees; gorgeously erupt into thundershowers
of ardently blazing desire; with the vividly Oligarchic rustling of the leaves splendidly transiting you into impregnable sleep at the onset of night,

Grow more trees; let the beautifully philandering
artist in you fulminate out to the most unprecedented
limits; celestially deluging every gruesomely barren
cranny of this earth; with royal graciousness,

Grow more trees; let the fruits of divinely
fructifying nature be your never ending companion;
melanging with your benign spirit till the absolute
end of your time,

Grow more trees; be perennially seated on thrones of innocuously embellishing prosperity; with the unparalleled majesty of the intoxicating atmosphere forming bonds of unassailable camaraderie with your impeccable conscience,

Grow more trees; inhale unending mountains of
gregariously fresh breath; into the jacket of your
abominably pulverized and salaciously deteriorating lungs,

Grow more trees; waft the scent of holistically
undefeatable mankind; to every entity satanically
entangled in the ghastly deadlock of macabre war,

Grow more trees; tirelessly reminisce the moments of
your immaculately intrepid childhood; with the
boisterous chattering of the profusely rain soaked
sparrows; euphorically putting all your traumatizing
sorrow to a perpetual rest,

Grow more trees; wonderfully interact with
Omnipotently endowing nature at close quarters; sowing
the seeds of irrefutably sparkling truth; on every
stony lane besieged with forlorn lies,

Grow more trees; let the waves of synergistically
united existence; replace all vindictive apprehensions
of caste; creed; religion and spurious tribe,

Grow more trees; fabulously encapsulate the whites of
your pathetically dwindling eye; with the unfathomably
vivacious elixir of charismatically blessing life,

Grow more trees; poignantly invite the heavenly
festoon of scarlet clouds; even in the most
acrimoniously unsparing of afternoon sunlight,

Grow more trees; relentlessly rejoicing in the most
versatile creation of the Almighty Creator; beautifully replenishing each element of your waveringly fatigued demeanor; with the unshakably sacred colors of life,

Grow more trees; enticingly let the indomitable
whirlpools of passionate desire; magically swell in
every horrifically depleted region; of your
barbarically betraying body,

Grow more trees; witness God’s most revered process of
procreation; symbiotically evolve as each day unveiled
into the romantically iridescent night,

Grow more trees; forever acclimatize with the tunes of
blossoming laughter; wholesomely repelling even the
most infidel trace of negativity in your persona; to
the firmament of hell from where it had originally arisen,

Grow more trees; let the chapter of godly existence
continue forever and ever and ever; and this time with
the Omniscient mantra of LIVE AND LET LIVE;
irrefutably culminating from your splendidly
purposeful and patriotically dedicated stride.

When I riveted a grill of pure gold across my window; the burglars stared
unrelentingly; thinking I was overwhelmingly rich,
They whispered in inaudible tones about the wealth; they envisaged was stored
inside,
Delicately chiseled the grill with their axe; and dexterously pilfered all they could lay their hands on.

When I put a grill of silver bars across my window; the mouths of the burglars
slavered at witnessing the gleam,
They abandoned their other plans of robbery; intensely concentrating on my house,
Imagining the wonderful goods inside; and indiscriminately barged in snapping
the grill.

When I embedded a grill of immaculate ivory across my window; the burglars had
a hard time stifling their startled gasps,
They admired the rustic charm I had incorporated in an innocuous window; contemplating my real wealth,
Atrociously smashed the same with their bludgeons; to savor the taste of my hidden resources.

When I stuck a grill of scintillating and pellucid mirror across my window; the burglars were busy gazing at their reflections,
Thoroughly mesmerized by the transparent grill; the richness that lay blended in the sparkling glass,
Smashed the same into splinters using hard stone; gaining easy access into
my chamber of dreams.

When I used a grill of fragrant rosewood across my window; the burglars got
insatiably tickled by the aroma,
They didn’t feel like budging an inch; drowned in the celestial aroma,
Later broke the same using slender sticks of explosives; intruded upon the
privacy of my nocturnal bedroom.

When I fixed a grill of barbed wire charged with electric current across my
window; the burglars were simply intrigued by the contrivance,
They perceived me to me astoundingly clever; pondered profoundly on
annihilating my automatic device,
Did the same with clinical precision; abhorrently transgressing through my
solitary dwelling.

It then when I decided to have no grill at all; kept the colossal space of window absolutely bare to peep,
The burglars passing didn’t even notice; dismissing all thoughts of me
possessing the slightest of affluence; ridiculing my threadbare disposition,
They had other houses to sabotage on their list; it was the first time they spared me from possible harm,
And I snored blissfully all night; laughing in my dreams and saying; to stay
without a grill is far better than having one.