Poetry

1. THE HEART OF BETRAYAL
The sting of the mosquito; renders just an inconspicuous spurt of pain on
naked flesh,
Whereas the sting of greed; profoundly decimates blissful civilizations into
horrendous bits of pulverized ash.
The growl of the panther; transiently paralyzes boisterous traces of palpable life,
Whereas the growl of violence; metamorphoses brilliantly blazing light of the day into
a cloud of perpetual darkness.
The sword of piquant iron; renders you ethereally unconscious with its flurry of
inevitable wounds,
Whereas the sword of lies; buries you infinite feet beneath your grave; massacring
your conscience into sleazy pulp towards the fathomless sky.
The blanket of thorns; foments you to squeal a trifle everytime you tried to tread
upon your spellbinding feet,
Whereas the blanket of slavery; makes you a criminal for centuries unprecedented in
the court of celestial existence.
The whirlpool of sand; obscured your vision for infinitesimal instants; ephemerally
sequestering you from the reality of life,
Whereas the whirlpool of manipulation; irrevocably cursed each organism alive with
the most tyrannical of deaths.
The bars of the prison; made irascible inroads into normally unveiling lifestyles,
Whereas the bars of pompousness; made irrefutably sure you kept hovering between
heaven and hell even before veritable death.
The tunnel of darkness; temporarily dislocated you; propelling you to stumble
towards the ground as you frantically tried to gauge your gloomy surroundings,
Whereas the tunnel of crime stretched beyond realms of infinite infinity; with the
only end being your hedonistically distorted corpse.
The clouds of thunder clashed viciously in the sky; dumbfounding you for fraction
seconds of time,
Whereas the clouds of discrimination; invincibly ensured that there would not be the
tiniest trace of light; even in the most Omnipotent of Sunshine.
And the heart of stress; fluttered nervously every now and again; but still survived on
potent panaceas of holistic medicine,
But the heart of betrayal; remained perpetually frozen for infinite births of it to
unveil; even though it harbored the most tumultuous of beats.