Poetry

1. SOMETIMES
Sometimes more tender than a new born child; nostalgically remembering those
moments when it was just born,
Sometimes as ferocious as thunderbolts of lightening in the sky; capsizing everyone
around; in the tumultuous agony of its insatiable desire .
Sometimes more mystical than the dungeons infinite feet beneath obdurate soil;
harboring a festoon of secrets impossible to comprehend,
Sometimes as candid as a mirror; blurting out its innermost of feelings like a parrot
on a talking spree .
Sometimes more colorful than the resplendent rainbow in the cosmos; disseminating
its myriad of boundless colors to every entity on this planet,
Sometimes as dolorous as the dying soul; painstakingly withering away towards its
inevitably horrendous grave .
Sometimes more blistering than the fulminating volcano; casting its enchanting spell
on every philanthropic being on this globe,
Sometimes as cowardly as the worm; disappearing into its diminutive den; as the
slightest insinuation of fading light .
Sometimes more fast than the cyclonic whirlwind; instilling a wave of ebullient
euphoria in every pathetically diminishing body,
Sometimes as reticent as the infinitesimally silent whisper; which even it didn’t posses
the capacity to hear .
Sometimes more fathomless than the entire richness of this world; sharing its
priceless forms with all who badly needed it,
Sometimes as slithering miserly in the caves of nothingness; begging for mercy; to
whomsoever who came its way .
Sometimes more invincible than the most ultimate point of existence; sequestering
the righteous from each conceivable acrimonious storm,
Sometimes as collapsing like a pack of burnt cards; even before the wind blew a trifle
its way .
Sometimes more divinely than the Creator who evolved it; incarcerating all the
mesmerizing beauty of this planet in its inner most core,
Sometimes as dastardly as the diabolical devil; advancing menacingly towards the
destruction of living kind .
O! yes the HUMAN HEART, was Sometimes more passionate than the gift called
life; perpetually bonding those who loved each other for immortal times,

2. While Sometimes as treacherous as the satanic scorpion; betraying its own beats;
which it once upon a time irrefutably adored .