Treasure Island

Nikhil Parekh

(27/08/1977 / Dehradun, India)

remember that one day


Before you snobbishly kick them with your unwashed
shoe; indiscriminately treat them like a piece of
lackadaisically infinitesimal and threadbare shit; for
not cleaning the floors before you drunkardly arrived,
Remember that one day the strokes of inevitability
would make you as weak and agonizingly old like they
way they were today; with your kin mercilessly
lambasting you more truculently than what you did to
them; dared or horrifically dreamt…..
Before you torturously abuse them for not listening
properly to the most invidiously preposterous of your
commands; cacophonically screaming into their ears in
an attempt to open their ailing pores wide,
Remember that one day the infernos of inevitability
would make you as deaf; ineptly accurate and old; like
the way they were today; with your kin unsparingly
pulverizing the chords of your blissful existence more
criminally; than what you did to them; dared or
sinfully dreamt….
Before you flagrantly spit on them for snatching the
spice from your life; ruthlessly chaining their hands
and knees; so that they didn't interfere the slightest
in your licentious merry-making; vixen and nubile
wine,
Remember that one day the corridors of inevitability
would make you as debilitatingly diseased and old;
like the way they were today; with your kin blinding
you beyond the realms of recognition more lethally;
than what you did to them; dared or ostracizingly
dreamt…..
Before you treacherously maim them with thorns of
acridly whipping hatred in their feet; just because
they disturbed your pompously pretentious sleep with
their innocuous coughing,
Remember that one day the clouds of inevitability
would make you as pathetically withering and old; like
the way they were today; with your kin sardonically
feeding the last bone of your spine to the dogs more
abominably; than what you did to them; dared or
heinously dreamt….
Before you vindictively terrorize them with your
obnoxiously hired hoodlums; just because their
saggingly fatigued shoulders dithered to carry you all
the way; across to your silly striped Mercedes,
Remember that one day the mists of inevitability would
make you as morosely dreary and old; like the way the
were today; with your kin brutally gouging your
innocent eyes more grotesquely; than what you did to
them; dared or fretfully dreamt….
Before you rebuke them like a rotting coffin of shit;
thrashing them black and blue in front of the entire
world; just because they didn't give you money to
gamble; enshroud yourself with the winds of savage
narcotics,
Remember that one day the dungeons of inevitability
would make you as haplessly bruised and old; like the
way they were today; with your kin slitting the veins
of your throat more vengefully; than what you did to
them; dared or ignominiously dreamt…..
Before you insidiously try and poison the every morsel
of food that they impeccably devoured; just because
their sagaciously pious school of thought didn't match
shade by shade to your maliciously adulterated mind,
Remember that one day the rivers of inevitability
would make you as eccentrically rigid and old; like
the way they were today; with your kin preferring to
consume your meat rather than that of the chickens and
more insanely; than what you did to them; dared; or
penalizingly dreamt….
Before you threatening thwart the passage of their
spell binding breath; just because they cried in
hysterical pain infront of you and embraced you like
no one else on this planet ever did,
Remember that one day the fortresses of inevitability
would make you as helplessly bereaved and old; like
the way they were today; with your kin laying the
foundations of their castles more lecherously upon
your dead body; than what you did to them; dared; or
gorily dreamt…
And before you snatch the remaining love in their
already diminishing lives; just because they
compassionately uttered your name before your
manipulatively tycoon friends; in their wonderfully
quavering and enigmatic voice,
Remember that one day the waves of inevitability would
make you as nervously betrayed and old; like they way
they were today; with your kin maniacally spitting on
the beats of your hearts before roasting them and
feeding them to the pigs more indescribably; than what
you did to them; dared; or egregiously dreamt.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 19, 2014

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