no epic was ever penned
without being spiced by jealousy,
no romance novels complete
without juicy syrup of
dripping emotions, betrayal and gossips,
doomed are those that forgot to pay
their homage to Eros,
no action thrillers without guns and
blood flowing like water,
keep us awake at night.
we thrive at our senses being titillated,
and then we go to the temples
to pray for peace and
prosperity for all.
somehow the math does not make sense.
if a book is a window to the world,
it’s the book or the world,
which one has gone wrong?
the eternal question remains unanswered,
chicken or the egg,
which came first?
the children of God,
while secretly pamper our senses,
and stoke our libido,
pay lip service to peace
and prosperity for all.