Poetry

1. COUDROUY SHOES
I used them to trample incorrigible chunks of wild clay,
violently kick orphan splinters of soft pebble that came my way.
i wore them while clambering up menacing slopes of the snow clad mountain,
waded through placid waters of jungle river at leisurely pace.
i brutally dismantled inarticulate walls of the glistening sandcastle,
tread harmoniously; with nonchalant vigor on an army of desert crab.
i aimlessly loitered through solitary streets of the city; a few hours preceding dawn,
tenderly kissing pliable cakes of cow dung plaster that confronted my way.
i assassinated transparent panes of the shop window; into a fine spray of white
chowder,
stole exquisite pieces of saffron cloth; from the dark ambience of the closet.
i jogged incessantly across the sparkling meadow; with sporadic pants of breath,
made cacophonic noises ;crushing withered leaves of the oleander maple.
i stood fearlessly on a battalion of fiery red ant,
escaped unhurt; as the animate creatures tried puncturing the leather without respite.
i even adhered them to my feet; with long strands of shriveled rubber,
descending to fathomless depths of the ocean; exploring blood red coral reef's.
i traversed unrelentingly on steaming patches of barren land,
they still seemed to hold my weight; bereft of squeaks and discordant sounds.
i took them out for few hours; when sunk in the domains of blissful sleep,
my twin pair of corduroy shoes still guarded me against jinxed spirits,
exuberantly anticipating the fresh soles of my rustic feet,
as the clock ticked a second past brilliant dawn.