Poetry

1. THE LORD WAS WATCHING YOU
Although there mightn’t be the most bucolic insinuation of light around; with every
conceivable ingredient of the atmosphere being gruesomely circumscribed with
a coffin of darkness,
Although every leaf around might have slept an infinite hours ago; with nothing but
perpetual stillness being the mantra of the lugubriously sullen evening,
Although every trace of exuberantly ecstatic wind around might have subsided to
infinitesimally ethereal dust; with every commercial activity on this fathomless planet
coming to an absolute standstill,
Although there might not be the tiniest trace of civilization around; with even the
most obsolete shadows of bizarrely treacherous ghosts dogmatically refraining from
listlessly floating in free space,
Although the stars might be completely obfuscated in mystical sky; by a viciously
thunderous blanket of voluptuously titillating clouds,
Although the enigmatically cavorting spiders around might have transited into
unbreakable sleep; with orphaned strands of their royal webs; now disintegrating into
a boundless bits of nothingness,
Although the exotically spell binding flowers around might have invidiously crumbled
into a disorientedly befuddled heap; with every of their once enchantingly redolent
petals now coalescing with wisps of worthlessness,
Although the waves of the ebulliently rhapsodic sea around might have drowned into
feckless extinction; with nothing but unimaginably heartless space taking
insidious and complete control,
Although even the most subservient element of squelched moisture around might
have dried to a ghastly death; with ludicrously imperturbable austerity forever
reigning supreme,
Although the uninhibited cries of the newborn around might have horrifically
asphyxiated; with even the sound of a mercurial pin irrevocably restraining to
come from the ground,
Although the unlimitedly gigantic shadows around might have surreptitiously
enveloped every conceivable object in vicinity; with the eyes finding it
overwhelmingly difficult to sagaciously discern between the black and scintillatingly
white,

2. Although the innocuously whispering grasshoppers around might have surrendered
themselves in mind; body and spirit; to graveyards of horrifically dumb silence,
Although the thunderously resonating echoes around might have pathetically
dissolved into a mortuary of decrepit emptiness; resigning to the inevitably
acerbic unveiling of time,
Although the inanely fragile footprints around might have shrunk into the aisles of
dastardly oblivion; with agglomerated conviviality being a remorsefully far cry,
Although the spirit of unflinchingly fearless patriotism might have ridiculously
dwindled around; with unbelievably peaceful sighs replacing the triumphantly blazing
clanging of the impregnable swords,
Although the minute hand and hour hand of the grandfather clock around might
have remained irretrievably agglutinated at the same spot; even as
time rampantly sped by,
Although every speck of brilliant versatility around might have metamorphosed into a
miserably slavering well of abysmal nonchalance; with even the most miraculously
galloping inspiration fading under the midday Sun,
Although every breath around might have subsided into the realms of hell even
before one could inhale it out; and each wisp of life might have grotesquely
died,
O! Yes; Even if the entire earth around might have closed its eyes or come to a
perpetually disillusioned standstill: Remember that the most fugitively frigid
action of yours was being ardently watched by the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; so
watch your step dear mate; and make sure that it treads towards righteousness;
righteousness and just immortally humanitarian and symbiotically unconquerable
righteousness; whenever you dare to tread.