Life = Death - Volume 8 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

19. THE HEART OF BETRAYAL 

The sting of the mosquito; renders just an inconspicuous spurt of pain on

naked flesh,

Whereas the sting of greed; profoundly decimates blissful civilizations into horrendous bits of pulverized ash.

The growl of the panther; transiently paralyzes boisterous traces of palpable life,

Whereas the growl of violence; metamorphoses brilliantly blazing light of the day into a cloud of perpetual darkness.

The sword of piquant iron; renders you ethereally unconscious with its flurry of inevitable wounds,

Whereas the sword of lies; buries you infinite feet beneath your grave; massacring your conscience into sleazy pulp towards the fathomless sky.

The blanket of thorns; foments you to squeal a trifle everytime you tried to tread upon your spellbinding feet,

Whereas the blanket of slavery; makes you a criminal for centuries unprecedented in the court of celestial existence.

The whirlpool of sand; obscured your vision for infinitesimal instants; ephemerally sequestering you from the reality of life,

Whereas the whirlpool of manipulation; irrevocably cursed each organism alive with the most tyrannical of deaths.

The bars of the prison; made irascible inroads into normally unveiling lifestyles,

Whereas the bars of pompousness; made irrefutably sure you kept hovering between heaven and hell even before veritable death.

The tunnel of darkness; temporarily dislocated you; propelling you to stumble towards the ground as you frantically tried to gauge your gloomy surroundings,

Whereas the tunnel of crime stretched beyond realms of infinite infinity; with the only end being your hedonistically distorted corpse.

The  clouds of thunder clashed viciously in the sky; dumbfounding you for fraction seconds of time,

Whereas the clouds of discrimination; invincibly ensured that there would not be the tiniest trace of light; even in the most Omnipotent of Sunshine.

And the heart of stress; fluttered nervously every now and again; but still survived on potent panaceas of holistic medicine,

But the heart of betrayal; remained perpetually frozen for infinite births of it to unveil; even though it harbored the most tumultuous of beats.