Don’t blame the overwhelmingly blistering rays of the
sweltering Sun; for the mind boggling proportions of
heat it ruthlessly generated,
Try and see instead the beams of optimistic light it
profoundly illuminated; in the lives of infinite souls
completely deluged with hopeless despair…
Don’t blame the horrendously rotting apple for
emanating an obnoxious scent; corrupting the spurious
bliss of the grandiloquent atmosphere,
Try and see instead the ingratiatingly blossoming
effect it had on the dwindling crop; when embedded in
soil as pinches of raw manure….
Don’t blame the profusely spike studded shoe for
abrading your dainty feet; acting as a gruesome
barricade to fresh spurts of air; from seeping inside,
Try and see instead; the astronomical tenacity it
offered to your nimble soles; to transgress undaunted;
even through the most acrimoniously swirling fires….
Don’t blame the earthquake for treacherously
devastating empty buildings; engendering the waves of
the fabulous ocean to escalate taller than the skies,
Try and see instead; the celestial rivulets of water
it perpetuated; in the heart of miserably arid land….
Don’t blame the silvery sea shores for inhabiting a
battalion of venomously lethal spiders; raring to
feast on immaculate chunks of innocent flesh,
Try and see instead; the unfathomable amounts of
relaxation they provided to dreary adventurers; the
perpetually mystical avenue they proved for lovers
before tying the nuptial knot….
Don’t blame the clouds in the cosmos for fomenting a
thunderously cacophonic noise; clashing mercilessly
against each other to produce streaks of frightening
Try and see instead; the mesmerizing droplets of rain
they showered; the life yielding streams of vivacious
liquid which poured in ferocious torrents on
pathetically groaning soil….
Don’t blame the kettle for fulminating in tumultuous
heat; scalding innocuous bits of skin with hostile
droplets of sizzling liquid,
Try and see instead the heavenly rejuvenation it
imparted; with only infinitesimal sips of it; gently
dribbling into the gloomy persona….
Don’t blame the conscience for being blatantly candid;
blurting out things which could have been well
camouflaged in realms of astute manipulation and
Try and see instead the stupendously comforting bliss
that it provided to the countenance; the most explicit
identity it endeavored to reveal of a man dying in
And don’t blame life for being tyrannical and
satanically cruel; whipping you every unfurling
second with the sword of inexplicable disease
compounded with treacherous pain,
Try and see instead its irrefutably sacred virtue; the
infinite buckets of voluptuously passionate breath you
inhaled to be living this very moment; survive at your
unprecedented best in the most horrific of times….
(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.