Poetry

1. IF THERE WAS ANYBODY
There were some who hated office; for being murderously monotonous; invidiously
trespassing against their blissful lives and compassionately adorable families,
There were some who hated war; for being diabolically destructive; evolving
civilizations of newness; at the cost of countless rivers of innocent blood,
There were some who hated the day; for being acrimoniously blistering; savagely
crippling the flow of uninhibitedly untamed fantasy; in their surreally exotic minds,
There were some who hated the cuckoo; for devilishly disturbing their celestial
morning sleep; ruthlessly jarring them from their ingratiatingly nocturnal slumber
and rhapsodic bedcover delights,
There were some who hated the buildings; for satanically obstructing their
panoramically pristine view; for lecherously asphyxiating them of veritably glorious
air and exhilarating exuberance,
There were some who hated the dungeons; for disastrously camouflaging their
blissfully innocuous persona; with violent whirlpools of ghastly blackness,
There were some who hated the rain; for vindictively playing spoil sport in their
pragmatically routine activities; impeding their electric pace; to triumphantly surge
forward in vibrant life,
There were some who hated the gutters; for obnoxiously infiltrating the tranquil
serenity of their dwellings; with horrendously preposterous scent,
There were some who hated the mountains; for perilously hovering in the way of
their handsomely majestic flight; engendering them to crash like insipid mincemeat;
against the treacherously demonic slopes,
There were some who hated the clock; for indefatigably tick tocking all night and
brilliant day; not letting them rest even an inconspicuous trifle; to wholesomely
shrug the astronomical perseverance of the previous day,
There were some who hated the ice; for indiscriminately numbing the poignantly
scarlet blood in their veins; abominably jeopardizing their progress towards
an impregnably scintillating victory,
There were some who hated the jungles; for worthlessly marauding upon precious
space; constricting the blissful development of the contemporary civilization;
with its uncouthly rampant maze of creepers and beasts,

2. There were some who hated the graveyards; for perpetuating their ambience with
ghoulishly cursed doom; when an organism could be very well be burnt as well; after
abdicating its last iota of breath,
There were some who hated destiny; for the inexplicable twists and agonizingly
painstaking turns; which treacherously inhibited them in their blazingly steady
course of dazzling life,
There were some who hated children; for their rambunctiously unruly behavior;
ominously corrupting the spurious somberity; of their aristocratically rich
cigar smoke; vixen and opulent wine,
There were some who hated truth; for explicitly landing them in an unfathomable
ocean of trouble; when they could have easily saved their ungainly trembling
skins; under the blanket of derogatory lies,
There were some who hated the night; for enveloping them with disdainfully sultry
blackness; more importantly forcing them to close commercial shop; and thereby
horrifically restrict the flow of gold coin and silver,
There were some who hated love; for intrepidly trespassing against the fabric of
conventionally tyrannical humanity; pulverizing their spurious corpse of rules and
regulations to non-existent skeleton chowder,
There were some who even hated breath; for sporadically intervening them in their so
called brilliantly innovative thought process; cursing their robotically conventional
bodies with eternal rest,
And if there was anybody who hated the word hate with irrefutable hatred; then it
was none other than Almighty Lord himself; for we humans were mere mortals
portraying even the tiniest of our disgust to the most appalling limits; while his
Omnipotent fingers were miraculously the ones; which metamorphosed all
hatred forever into the sky of immortal love.