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” That I was blind ” – A poem to sensitize those with eye-sight towards those who are blind….

 

Outside; the Sun fire-lit every sagging bit of nerve and adulterated

soil; into an unparalleled wind of optimism; blazing into dynamic

freshness,

For me though; the blackness grew even more disconcerting than ever;

slowly crippling all my dimensions of beauty and charm— a blackness

which rendered my existence into hysteric sadness with no respite….

 

Outside; the leaves blossomed into sparkling freshness from their

tender buds; as mists of desire not only kissed them; but gave them

the tenacity to lead a fulsome life,

For me though; the blackness pierced more ominously than a zillion

smoldering thorns; leading me to dungeons of despair—a blackness

which made me lose my way everytime I tread with new-found hope on

rustic soil…

 

Outside; there was unimaginably fervent hustle-bustle as people of all

color; caste; creed; race and religion—jostled helter-skelter in the

rat race of survival of the fittest,

For me though; the blackness spun its web of disdainful loneliness

till the last grain of my fantasy—a blackness which made me shunt

every fabric of society in a baseless apprehension of cold rejection….

 

Outside; there swirled festivity of all gigantic size and proportion;

with crackling thunder and white lightening of the sky; giving people

more reason to uninhibitedly cheer,

For me though; the blackness metamorphosed every piece of my

creativity into color of the morbid grave—-a blackness which made me

miserably writhe and flounder in the most primary of duties towards

life…

 

Outside; the shadows grew dismally taller and smaller depending on

shades of the majestic day; as it earnestly gave way to an even more

royally spell-binding and sensuous night,

For me though; the blackness made every joyous bit of existence a

squandering non-existence—a blackness which made me worse than a

new-born infant reaching out to a mother; sibling or hand

everytime—only to find empty space…

 

Outside; the planet behaved at gay abandon; throwing a spirit of

untamed adventure to the winds; as it dared to take the path

unexplored and experience the mystical vibrations of the unknown,

For me though; the blackness crucified every inscrutable imagery into

ashes of nothingness; a decrepit blackness that had rendered every

tear drop of mine to being merely called ‘saline’….

 

Outside; undulating waves of the ocean rose more and more euphorically

towards the profoundness of the sky; as ravishing storms and thunder

kissed its emerald water,

For me though; the blackness diabolically cursed with the most

intolerable of stench—a blackness which was a wall worse than jail;

painstakingly dissolving me into a hell of dreaded hatred….

 

Outside; people leapt out of bed at the most evanescent crackle of

dawn; full of undaunted ebullience to start afresh and with pride in

their souls; leaving the chapters of erroneously faltering past well

behind,

For me though; the blackness sinfully rendered every instant of life

howsoever past; present or future as just the same; a blackness which

made me stagnate into wretched gloom as I haplessly groped to find the

edge of my bed….

 

Outside; boundless civilizations of all living kind relished intricate

varieties of food; huddled together to form their own inimitable

chains for hearty ‘Breakfast’; succulent ‘Lunch’ and sumptuous

‘Dinner’,

For me though; the blackness discarded me like a chunk of orphaned

feces in busiest of streets; a blackness which at times made my

trembling hands feed my ears; eyes and forehead; if they were the

slightest occupied in finding a place for me to sit…

 

Outside; the globe changed everyday by the power of unduplicated

imagination; as a united mass of living beings dared to envision;

empower and enlighten with their mysticism extraordinaire,

For me though; the blackness hissed the ugliness of despairing

extinction; a blackness that made me perceive every space on this

planet as a miserably Lost World…

 

Outside; there eternally continued the chapters of effulgent life and

inevitable death; till the time God commanded this earth to

symbiotically exist,

For me though; the blackness heinously tightened its grip around my

neck; a blackness which made me feel as if traversing alive like a

meaningless corpse and being lambasted by the mortuaries of death….

 

 

No No. Before you start presuming me to be the worst kind of jinxed

human existing. Let me tell you that I wasn’t any of the sort.

 

As the truth was far more unbearably unfortunate. That I was Blind.

 

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The Terrorists…

They belonged to no religion. As they solely surrendered to the
religion of the devil— which ruthlessly beheaded countless innocent;
infirm and freshly born; in the name of sacred Lord Almighty,

They belonged to no color. As they solely pledged to the color of the
devil—which wanted to invidiously incarcerate every effervescent shade
of life; into the gallows of hopeless and haplessly stymied black,

They belonged to no territory. As they solely blended with the
territory of the devil—which satanically wanted to snatch; maim;
bombard and eventually merge every blissful corner of mother earth
into its graveyards of inconsolable blood,

They belonged to no language. As they solely hissed the language of
the devil—which inexhaustibly plundered; rebuked and abused the
fabric of humanity and nicety; with the jinx of baseless sacrifice and
the corpse,

They belonged to no mindset. As they solely clung to the mindset of
the devil—which unthinkably yearned to build the most glittering
castles of Gold on the foundations of innocuous bone; gory blood and
life distorted to amorphous pulp,

They belonged to no atmosphere. As they solely salivated in the
atmosphere of the devil—which tirelessly feasted all night and day
on the stench of innocent blood—drinking; lavishing and languishing
in it to lead life Kingsize,

They belonged to no roots. As they solely squandered in the roots of
the devil—which executed the most terrorizing acts on all living
kind—praying to the sight of fanatically splattered blood and
shattered skull; to give them the power to survive,

They belonged to no category. As they solely rotted in the category of
the devil—which wanted to rule the planet clamped in a spurious
little incapacitated fist; assassinating every source of life with
treacherously lame cowardice,

They belonged to no caste. As they solely clung to the caste of the
devil—which forlornly stymied every vibrant form of emerging life;
laughed at how easily humans disintegrated into boundless bits at the
tiniest of dastardly provocation,

They belonged to no character. As they solely spoke the character of
the devil—which believed the best integrity and the best survival was
in rising above every conceivable soul on earth; if not by hook then
by hideous crook,

They belonged to no government. As they solely stagnated in the
government of the devil—which barbarously chopped off fingers, hands;
feet; veins; limbs and throats of bountiful humans at the tiniest of
error; and in order to assert sanctimonious superiority,

They belonged to no soil. As they solely sputtered in the soil of the
devil—which constituted the granules of all hell; dungeons after
dungeons of children who lay dead—just to affirm some hell of a
non-existent sadistic strength,

They belonged to no Church; Temple; Monastery or Mosque. As they
solely wept in the mortuary of the devil—inexhaustibly wanting to
metamorphose the trajectory of this planet into insipid ash; the
sinful veil of the bloodstained corpse,

They belonged to no definition. As they solely endorsed the definition
of the devil—which was out on a rampage to plunder Mother earth and
its children as much as it could; taking ultimate refuge within realms
of the fetid carcass,

They belonged to no village. As they solely inhabited the village of
the devil—-where each abode was a unbearably shrieking tombstone;
and the clothes that everyone wore were sequined with chopped tongues;
limbs and unfinished desire,

They belonged to no forest. As they solely rummaged through the forest
of the devil—where all that was seen and heard was bellows of
ghoulish smoke and agonizing scream; where life was insidiously
sacrificed at the altar to immortalize the self,

They belonged to no heart. As they solely slaved in the heart of the
devil—which was nothing but a gorge of inexplicable sinking
drudgery; and continued to meaninglessly exist without the most
insouciant of beats,

They belonged to no face. As they solely deteriorated in the face of
the devil—which constituted of the most ridiculously non-existent
vacuum; that thrived on the curses given by everyone of those that
he’d tortured and kept doing so,

Hey ! Wait a minute; they were children of the same God as you and me
were allright. Because after all God owns the entire Universe and all
its Life,

But they chose to follow the path of the devil against God’s wishes.
They were infact  what every single one of us in the world today
hatefully addressed by the word “Terrorists”….

(c)(R)copyright by Nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.