Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

beware


Beware of the light which barbarously blinds; without
the most infinitesimal of insinuation or warning; and
for times beyond a whole lifetime,
Beware of the sweetness which stealthily poisons;
making you irrevocably insensitive to every benign
goodness of the Omnipotent Creator divine,
Beware of the silence which unsparingly devastates;
uncouthly trouncing you like a pack of frigid
matchsticks; when you thought that the entire planet
had come to a celestially tranquil rest,
Beware of the silk which mercilessly strangulates;
catching you unsuspectingly in the most mellifluously
enchanting of your dreams; and as you felt the heavens
of sensuality to the most unprecedented limits in your
persona,
Beware of the sand which treacherously sinks; burying
you an infinite feet beneath your veritable grave;
when you thought that you were rolling on paradise; in
uninhibitedly rhapsodic delight,
Beware of the ice which salaciously chokes; making you
perilously gasp for every priceless breath; when you
thought that the tempestuous ordeal of acrimoniously
sweltering summer had long ended,
Beware of the truth which endlessly burns;
irrespective of the fact that you were the only one on
the trajectory of the fathomless Universe;
unflinchingly galloping on the path of altruistically
blazing righteousness,
Beware of the night which satanically dissolves;
evaporating you towards the coffins of hell; when you
though that unfathomably voluptuous blackness was the
only rhythm of your blood,
Beware of the seductress which furtively beheads;
indiscriminately pulverizing you for parsimonious wads
of sleazy currency; when you thought that you were
floating on the ultimate epitome of tantalizing cloud
nine,
Beware of the star which truculently stones;
engendering you to dream beyond glittering paradise at
the outset; and then perfidiously blending you with
inconspicuously belittling ash,
Beware of the dream which salaciously incarcerates;
lethally trapping you in dungeons of gory
hopelessness; when you thought you were the most
blissfully innovative fantasizer on this boundless
planet,
Beware of the smile which torturously tears; giving
the most triumphantly eternal happiness of your life
for just an evanescent instant; and then perpetuating
you to horrifically weep for an infinite more
lifetimes,
Beware of the power which morosely weakens;
manipulatively making you the monarch of the entire
world by hook or by crook; and then ruthlessly
stripping you of even the most mercurial of your
laurel; before limitlessly hanging you from the
cadaverous gallows,
Beware of the diamond which demonically impoverishes;
rendering you as the most disastrously orphaned
organism on this unceasing earth; even as you had the
power to purchase anything on your nimble fingertips,
Beware of the brilliance which abjectly devastates;
maliciously metamorphosing your delectably natural
treasures; into monstrously mechanized and lifeless
scientific invention,
Beware of the clarity which forlornly obfuscates;
unveiling such explicitly mortifying facts of life;
that transits you in a perpetually dogmatic and
inexplicably crucifying haze,
Beware of the soul which wretchedly hollows;
extinguishing even the most diminutive trace of your
persona forever from the entrenchment of this earth;
when you thought that you had achieved the most
invincible state of "Nirvana",
Beware of the breath which baselessly kills; drowning
you in a world of endlessly strangulating nothingness;
when you thought that your compassionate embrace was
more impregnably interlocked than the walls of blessed
paradise,

And beware of the heart which murderously betrays;
bestowing upon you a life more ghastly than a
countless disparagingly dastardly deaths; when you
thought that you were insuperably perched on the
scepter of immortally resplendent love. 

Submitted: Saturday, August 16, 2014

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