Life can recognise
Caste, religion and colour-
A disease of three symptoms:
Caste is engaged with skirmish,
Religion flares up with sudden
Intensity of furiousness, and
Colour creates dissociation.
None but DEATH is constant:
He never plays the role of an actor,
He never does judge on caste, religion And colour:
He believes that there is no gap
Between the palace and the hut.
The word of anger spoken by the square
mouth of the dark, an interstellar swear,
addressed to who knows whom. A scarlet curse,
a four-horned furiousness, which in the journal
kept by the apathetic universe
looks like an inner breakup, an external
candescent flash of light, a red-hot dozen
of exclamation points, commas, dots
around the supernova which still doesn’t
turn into a white dwarf. The terawatts
of wrath!.. I wonder what incited your
square rage, oh, darkness, in the days of yore.
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#7 The Red Square
Sometimes they would group together in one spot and caw. Other times they would spread themselves in other locations, but at all times, they were persistent in claiming a spot to caw.
The weather was no deterrent.
The change of day and season was of little importance.
The Blue Spirit would come from time to time and chase them away, but they always return.
They are a dangerous and menacing lot. Furiousness is their nature.
They hawk a destructive but lucrative dads of penny balloons, bones, and boulders.
The conscious of the delegation is nonexistent.
I grow weary from the sight of them.
Lightning illuminates a tornado
A double image of furiousness
Primal
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Her screams tore through the air like lightning.
The heavens heard in horror.
The air collapsed under the noise as if to clap.
My heart jumped.
The pain was destroying my interior.
I tried to collect my being,
for if I hadn't it might have been my last move.
The pain of anger ragged over me.
God heard my pleas but ignored.
I prayed what I hoped would be my last prayer.
Tears splashed off the atmosphere,
And flowed like I ragging river.
I sat in the darkness.
An Armageddon couldn't break the dead silence.
I prayed and focused for my heart to stop.
My heart and anger ragged like a fire from hell.
I hoped that I would combust.
My instinct was to scream in horror,
But my body wouldn't allow me.
My body lay so still as if to be a statue.
My brain dreamed of images of horrific scenes of death.
My blood ran hot with anger.
The devil seemed to posses me.
I begged the universe to destroy me or her.
I couldn't hold myself.
I blacked out from furiousness.
My heart ran cold for her being.
My brain wandered.
Possibilities became clear.
Something vital became immanent.
The real monster was myself.
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