Shake up Earth

It was in the air. Love, was after all sought even in the heavenly skies. This season in heaven comes when the starry combinations of celestial bodies meet. As its immortal light shone, the Gods were swaying to rhythm divine. Drunk on nectar, and puny man’s offerings, they swung to a lone harp’s beats. With their consorts in toe, they bedecked themselves in sandalwood and priceless ornaments. They were out on town to paint it red.

Like little pigeons on their first meetings, their necking incessant. Incense burned as light played shadows around the love struck deities. In figurine shapes, sizes and beliefs, they came with their spouses to attend the grand ball. Each season, it was at a different house, if you can call a palatial mansion beyond earthy dreams a house. I think they learnt this little trick from the vibrant miniscule group calling themselves Caferati whilst they were conducting their read meets.

The host had decorated his garden. His flowers which perennially bloom were like painted bursts of love in every nook of that garden. Streams of fishes and low waterfalls gurgling to the sound of chirpy birds was the setting. Pigeons cooed, harps magically hummed, peacocks fluttered their tail feathers to these deities as they trickled in. Spouses in tow, walking with a blush on their radiant cheeks, the orgy came slowly alive.

This time even the Devil took part. There was a peace process in the offing and that effected a small road to ply between the two worlds. The Devil came in tow with a female creation of himself. He had toiled very hard the previous night to create an exquisite damsel. He sought the idea of his own creation after numerous rejections, from those earthlings who wrote those codes into so called logic machines to bring out these statuesque damsels on flickering boxes.

The Devil like the devil he is, got there in style. He made a noisy entrance, as others cast a disturbed eye on his antics. He had his damsel in tow, closely draped on his arms. His eyes filled with harmful lust, viewed this orgy of celestial love. He was finally in that elusive club of deities. The party carried on. Love sounding on every turn of the ear, and the clouds danced along. Lightning struck and clouds cried into the vast space below. Like sweet passion, sweat rolled off heaven and trickled into muddy earth, showering the essence of life.

The Devil with his self created damsel busied his hurried loving. With gusto he pounced upon his creation, ravaging her with his beastly bodice. The damsel, as beautiful she was a creation, was not built to perfection. She crumbled into the throes of the orgasm and disappeared from the Devil’s clutches. The Devil, now alone, with a growing audience, was filled with temper. Like a school boy tantrum, he lashed his spiked tail in anger. The host’ beautiful garden split into ugly fires from hell. The Deities instantly vanished to avoid confrontation. He went about destroying the love garden, screaming obscenities.

Finally the Gods, disgusted with the behaviour threw him out. As he fell back into the depths of hell, the very earth shook.