Prevent Your Spirit From Defile 🔥🔥.. Poem by Raj Kashyap

'Our Intentions, Our Reality'
Chapter 2 -
Protect Your Spirit From Defile…
- By Raj Kashyap….

It was a jovial daylight, after an inky twilight,
The early risers chirping, singing melodies of desire,
The heaven painted in hue of orange & blue,
Dewdrops over green grass, all signifying a new inning.

It's almost 40 degree, giving tranquility to a serene mind,
Where the buttery cloud and Balmy wind keeps the air alive.
Children merrily going to school, having passion in eyes,
Goats bleating boomingly, the dairyman serving milk,
Perhaps, the horror of that twilight ended well.

Abruptly, a sound of hustle & bustle knocked my lughole,
Me with my begetter runs hurriedly towards the throng,
Briskly & very quickly, more swiftly than usual,
I was blown away by the incident, which I saw there.

I saw a cadaver there, ruthlessly raped and liquidated,
Having no piece of fabric, on her entire figure,
Her peeper still imploring for mercy, all gone in vain,
Though, cremated her according to the customs.

It wasn't the initial instance, everyone hoping for the last,
These dirty deeds reached to its pinnacle just a while ago,
Everyone was in misery and a source of distress,
All of a sudden, we all perceive an anomaly shriek.

"ooouuchhhhh! ! ! ! ! , helpppp! ! ! !
For God's sake, leave me alooneeee….
Maahhhhhh Eyeesssss! ! ! ! !

We all rushed towards the torment scream,
Dealing with pain and terribly crying,
The blood impossible to avoid,
Killing up his eyes with full vengeance.

It's him, the well renowned guru of village,
Almost fainted, begging for help, eyeballs missing,
Anomaly, the cadaver belonging to his hermitage,
All the mislaid belongs to her hermitage only.

He then speaks his fear out of words,
"We all are ghosts of yesterday, and
The phantom of tomorrow awaits us,
Alike in sunshine or shadow simply,
Perceived at times, never entirely lost."

It was a dusky terror spooky twilight,
Mist and fog covered up the heaven,
The mourning silence keeps haunting,
Dry leaves repeatedly caroling dead melodies.

I was totally tipsy, devouring narghile,
Rustling up fish curry with green pepper sauce,
All of a sudden, I felt a gust of warm breeze,
Desperate to whisper something in my lughole.

The night was turning into a nightmare,
The owl actually caroling songs of mine fortune,
Dry leaves and grass starts rustling with each other,
Cows of my heritage start booming with fear.

All of a sudden, everything went serene,
Like the idea of anklet bells desperate to mutter,
Anomaly, I saw a figure in the outskirts,
The pounding of her body was stirring me.

She was a lady having lustrous hairs till her waist,
Her desirable nose pin, those alluring long earrings,
To her bluish-black eyes as deep as a beautiful sky,
Her Golden necklace touching up her round breasts,
Repeatedly, knocking my inner lust again & again.

Abruptly, I observed a strange hustle in bushes behind,
I panicked while full of terror, I glanced back,
A strange figure starts galloping towards the lady,
Screaming "Mumma! ! ! Mumma! ! ! Mumma! ! ! ".

It was an 8-year-old girl & offspring of the lady,
The lady then appealed me to exceed the,
Entire night in my hermitage in a sense,
Of to be sheltered from the glacial heaven.

Me, who even not in my senses, Agreed! ! ! !
Then our voyage keeps sliding like a curve,
The idea of anklet bells keeps trailing my desires,
The lady then started feeding the girl kindly.

Any eye is an evil eye,
That looks in on to a mood apart.

I forget the way to heritage,
As I was a bit tipsy & drunk,
When I glanced back, anomaly
No one was there, except dry leaves.

Before, I could utter anything,
Dark clouds of my fate roared loudly,
Unknowingly, a gust of warm breeze blown,
Killing up my eyes with vengeance,
Filling up my eyes with red water.

"Our Intentions, Our Reality"

TO BE CONTINUED