Poetry

1. I DIDN’T WANT TO LIVE
I didn’t want to smile; not even express even the most infinitesimal iota of my
happiness,
I didn’t want to run; not even drift my euphorically exhilarating foot even a fraction
forward; to gallop with the perniciously dying winds,
I didn’t want to wrestle; not even bulge even an insipid swell of muscle; out of my
profoundly poignant and knotted shirt,
I didn’t want to sing; not even stretch even the most inconspicuous chord of my
throat; to pump melody in the disdainfully bereaved atmosphere,
I didn’t want to emulate; not even copy even the most capricious of actions of cold-
bloodedly wandering devils; flaming and around,
I didn’t want to embrace; not even swirl even the most remote chunk of my
poignantly robust flesh; towards devilishly abhorrently entities on this colossal
planet,
I didn’t want to sleep; not even close my heavenly eyelids an ephemeral inch; to
replenish my devastated countenance with spell binding sleep,
I didn’t want to flirt; not even liberate even the most fugitive glimpse of my
mischievous visage; towards the viciously adulterated ambience around,
I didn’t want to triumph; not even unfurl into the most diminutive shadow of blazing
vibrancy; amidst the parasites ghastily sucking blood outside,
I didn’t want to fantasize; not even tax the crannies of my brain a mercurial shadow;
to perceive about thissalaciously penalizing and gory world,
I didn’t want to yawn; not even relax my exasperatedly beleaguered body a
parsimonious trifle; to relish the fruits of this miserably blood-soaked globe,
I didn’t want to eat; not even satiate my horrendously famished tongue an ethereal
component; with the fodder of truculently dictatorial tyranny,
I didn’t want to stare; not even concentrate an obfuscated bit with my diligent eyes;
worthlessly whiling away my time sighting the ungainly rich mercilessly thrashing the
diminutively deprived,

2. I didn’t want to bless; not even shower even the most oblivious trace of my empathy;
to all those erecting their palaces of gold on bountifully innocent soil; and then
opening their discordant mouths to whine,
I didn’t want to pray; not even ask the Almighty Lord even an evanescent showering
of bliss; with all baselessly marauding and massacring politicians metamorphosing this
earth into the most ultimate of disaster,
I didn’t want to preach; not even waste even the most faintest rhythm of my
sagacious voice; for all those dastardly rascals who sold their own mothers; for
bathing in raunchy cigar smoke and wine,
I didn’t want to breathe; not even fill my lungs a threadbare trace; with the
maliciously venomous graveyard of air; perfidiously lingering outside,
I didn’t want to love; not even fulminate even the most inaudible beat of my heart;
towards an entrenchment of vindictive lies and worthlessness; that brutally
incarcerated me in this robotic age; from all sides,
O! Yes; I have no shame whatsoever in divulging that I didn’t want to live anymore in
this treacherously lambasting world today; for if this planet as manipulative as it was
for just one more minute; then it was better to commit suicide and die; than to kiss
the fireballs of celestially sacred life.