Life = Death - Volume 4 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

10. NO BRAKES ON LOVE 

Put brakes on the sky; if it rains indefatigably; inundating innocent patches of land with ominous waves of flood water,

Put brakes on the volcano; if it fulminates incessantly out of the earth's belly; gruesomely charring every visible entity in vicinity to inconspicuous bits of ash,

Put brakes on the car; if it escalates beyond the point of no control; ricochets uncontrollably towards the precariously poised and hideously gleaming mountain rail,

Put brakes on the couple; if they indiscriminately break laws of nature by delivering a boundless battalion of children; invidiously harbor the treacherous virtues of

poverty and despicable unemployment,

Put brakes on the ominously swirling whirlpool; if it becomes lethal for survival; insidiously gobbling innocuous children of God; in its vindictive rage,

Put brakes on the heat; if it mercilessly scorches blissful territories of green grass; torments impeccable traces of life for droplets of indispensable water,

Put brakes on the mind; if it proves self destructive; heinously strangulates the divinely melody of existence with its myriad of abysmally baseless forms,

Put brakes on the mouth; if it starts to blabber incoherent cacophony; wails for spurious sympathy; when infact the world was rapidly fading outside,

Put brakes on the lion; if it metamorphoses into a man-eater; relentlessly planning to assassinate blessed civilization; in the barbaric fury of its satanically glaring jaws,

Put brakes on the ocean of lies; if it starts to become an overwhelming pain in the conscience; proves as a deplorable barricade in every aspect of life,

Put brakes on the tears; if they kept oozing tirelessly all night; with the mind about to shatter and wholesomely decimate in hysterical agony,

Put brakes on laughter; if it augments infectiously by the unleashing second; portrays a diabolically wretched sight; as someone was being cremated to the grave,

Put brakes on the fingers; if they rise for achieving savage things in life; show an unprecedented obsession to grab God's molecules by the throat,

Put brakes on the superfluous repertoire of rituals; if they start to prove as an acrimonious thorn in the path of unfathomably ardent passion,

Put brakes on the diminutively obnoxious mosquito; if it tries to suck heavenly streams of scarlet blood; hovers menacingly around the eardrum; in order to

placate its parasitic gluttony,

Put brakes on the criminals; if their appallingly wicked ideas make life hell for; true masses of philanthropically benevolent mankind,

Put brakes on the alarm clock; if it blew its cacophonic sounds beyond the ceiling; awoke man from the dormitories of enchanting fantasy and blissful sleep,

Put brakes on the devastating earthquake; if it engendered colossal buildings to crumble like a box of matchsticks; indiscriminately pulverizing a township

of robust humans into threadbare strands of bone and raw brutal pulp,

Put brakes on breath; if Man started to feel that he was an entity greater than Omnipresent God; started to deliberately violate the universal religion of humanity,

But it is my humble plea to you O! Almighty Lord; to refrain from putting brakes on love; for although I might be oblivious to infinite things on this unsurpassable planet; but I do know that its immortally sacrosanct essence was the only thing that existed in your land; had lived since centuries unprecedented in your mesmerizing paradise called sky.