Poetry

1. IN MY CHILD’S IMMORTAL EYES
My entire life I kept frantically searching for it; at times in the most majestic of
castles; while at times in the steps of that led to the freshly constructed temple of
simplistically pink stone,
My entire life I kept desperately searching for it; at times in tempestuously jostling
streets; while at times in the winds of perpetually tranquil and nondescript silence,
My entire life I kept disorientedly searching for it; at times in vibrantly soaring kites
of fathomless sky; while at times in every terrestrial flock of sheep that nimbly
wandered through the valley,
My entire life I kept unrelentingly searching for it; at times in patriotically blazing
battlefields of unflinching bravery; while at times in every ethereal butterfly that
fluttered past my unkempt kitchen window,
My entire life I kept disconsolately searching for it; at times in the enigmatically
intrepid forests; while at times in orphaned ponds of rapaciously seductive rain water,
My entire life I kept indefatigably searching for it; at times in the rhapsodically
ebullient entrenchment of clouds; while at times in the brilliantly scintillating epitome
of the indomitably towering mountains,
My entire life I kept tirelessly searching for it; at times in the profoundly resplendent
stars; while at times in the profusely honey embellished crevices; of
the rambunctiously frolicking hive,
My entire life I kept intransigently searching for it; at times in vapidly ramshackle
hillocks of sordid clay; while at times in the effusively explicit reflection that
emanated from the sheet of pellucid mirror,
My entire life I kept irrevocably searching for it; at times in playgrounds of humble
innocuousness; while at times in the stonily inane blackness of the frigid winter night,
My entire life I kept hopelessly searching for it; at times in fathomless open spaces of
crass nothingness; while at times in celestially tantalizing fairies having just
descended from the cosmos,
My entire life I kept disgruntlingly searching for it; at times in regally tangy waters of
the undulating ocean; while at times in vivaciously evanescent rainbows that brazenly
swept across the horizons,

2. My entire life I kept limitlessly searching for it; at times in the ingeniously
proliferating chapters of venerated earth; while at times in the transiently exotic
fragrance of the fascinatingly seasonal rose,
My entire life I kept indiscriminately searching for it; at times in the blissfully
untainted waters of the pristine Ganges; while at times in the uncanny stillness as
crimson dusk transcended all in conceivable vicinity,
My entire life I kept restlessly searching for it; at times in the most contemporarily
vivid of paraphernalia; while at times in the fantastically iridescent dew-drops lazily
kissing lush green ground,
My entire life I kept timelessly searching for it; at times in meadows of propitious
virility; while at times in the unitedly heavenly cluster of symbiotic mankind,
My entire life I kept frenetically searching for it; at times in uninhibitedly untamed
wilderness; while at times in the most exquisitely garnished of freshly wedded brides,
My entire life I kept irretrievably searching for it; at times in unendingly silken
fantasies; while at times in the fabric of the impeccably unblemished and ingratiating
Moon,
My entire life I kept agonizingly searching for it; at times in mythically reverberating
monasteries; while at times in the unequivocally cascading leaves of jubilantly
burgeoning and magical autumn,
My entire life I kept unstoppably searching for it; at times in the paradise of
incomprehensibly ardent desire; while at times in the most unfathomably emollient
laps of priceless luxury,
Nonchalantly wasting countless precious hours of mine; eventually tasting the
lackadaisically ghoulish corpses of defeat and maudlin disparity; for if at all I was
going to find any trace of Godly truth on this Universe today; then it wasn’t going to
be in opulent statutes of gold and silver; neither could the so called unconquerable
politicians ever dream of harboring it even in the most ephemeral reflections of
their hides,
For if there was indeed God on earth today; if there was indeed the spearhead of
invincible truth left brilliantly radiating on this incarcerated planet today; then it
wasn’t in Mother Nature which man had so mercilessly adulterated; but was infact in
those mischievously darting shoulders just at whisker lengths from my body; in my
newly born child’s immortal eyes.