Poetry

1. TORTUROUS GHOST
Neither could I feel the tiniest iota of thirst; Neither could I feel even an
inconspicuously ethereal sensation in my lifelessly fetid skin,
Neither could I experience the slightest ounce of pain; Neither could I perceive the
most remotest definition of spell-binding fantasy in my dolorously deadened brain,
Neither did I have the most transiently vanishing of desire; Neither did I feel it the
slightest that I was indefatigably walking on the trajectory of this earth; greedily
relishing the acrimoniously unsavory midnight,
Neither did I posses the most obfuscated of integrity; Neither did I bleed an
infinitesimal trifle; even when stabbed with an infinite million knives of the
rampaging devil,
Neither could I be seen by living beings celestially breathing alive; Neither could I be
sighted by even the most amorphously non-existent of satanically vanquishing
entities,
Neither did I exist on holistically succulent food and water; Neither did I consume
even an ounce of air for times and centuries immemorial,
Neither could I procreate my own progeny; Neither did I have even the most
oblivious trace of sibling; who could address me by my meaningless name,
Neither could I ever try and express myself; Neither did I let even the most cloistered
spectrum of expression escape from the heart of this fathomless planet,
Neither did I ever rise even a pathetic centimeter from my grave a boundless feet
beneath mud; Neither could the most contemporary super-powers of the world harm
even a whisker of my wantonly blundering soul,
Neither did I smile a fraction in the tenure of my life; Neither did an emotional tear
ever escape from the whites and blacks of my eye; for a countless more births of
mine,
Neither could the greatest of philosophers and saints ever understand me; Neither
did the most invisible of flame rise in the sky even after I was brutally
and wholesomely burnt alive,
Neither did I relent the slightest to the most abhorrently demoralizing of abuse;
Neither did I posses even the most evanescent shadow of a conscience and
the elements of truth,

2. Neither did I dissipate into a billion pieces when fed into the lethal grinding machine;
Neither was I born out of any mother or father on the soil of this unflinchingly
adventurous Universe,
Neither did I reminisce upon my past; present and future; Neither did the advancing
of age have the most mercurial of impact upon my persona; as I towered taller than
the tallest of mountains; even on my 1 millionth birthyear,
Neither did I have even the most ephemeral droplet of blood circulating through my
veins; Neither did I have flesh at all; as every ingredient of my body was a ghoulishly
assassinated and sacrilegious skull,
Neither was I ever successful in sighting my reflection; Neither could anybody ever
get the most fugitive innuendo of my inhabitation; even though I galloped taller than
the skies; in brilliantly unfettered daylight,
Neither did I have the most stingily decrepit of virility; Neither did I let even the
most disappearing dimension of newness ever proliferate till limitless kilometers
around me,
Neither had I the most obsolete cognition of literacy; Neither did I use my feet to
move; as I lay suspended like a unabashedly wastrel scarecrow from the hell of sky;
painstakingly crawling my way down the ladders of unimaginable devastation,
Neither could I ever glisten in the pink of mesmerizing health; Neither did I give the
most inane chance to the chapters of righteousness; to perpetuate into the mortuaries
of my unfathomably deathly deliriousness,
Neither did I breathe an infidel trifle till the time earth veritably existed and even
beyond; Neither did any heart throb in my chest; as all that my body was composed
of; was nothing but the pathetically diabolical gallows of death,
But if there was indeed one thing that I perennially loved to do; that was to scare the
guts out of the last bone of your spine in blazing daylight; that was to asphyxiate you
to such a death that even death would tremble to define; that was to render you
forever and ever and ever in the coffin of nothingness; that was to make you realize
that if you indeed believed in the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; it was simply because
of me the torturous ghost who couldn’t be defeated by anyone else; but the voice of
the Divine.