You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 12 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

24. JUMP 

Don’t jump into the acrimoniously blazing fires; you’ll get gruesomely charred to infinitesimal chunks of barbarically threadbare ash,

Don’t jump into the unfathomably deep ocean; you’ll mercilessly drown; become an overwhelmingly succulent bait for the diabolically menacing shark,

Don’t jump from the epitome of the precariously pernicious mountain; you’ll disdainfully crumble into a stack of capriciously insipid bone and mud,

Don’t jump into the sleazily grimy whirlpool of mud; you’ll abominably slip towards the aisles of obnoxiously disappearing oblivion; like a cavalcade of debilitating dominoes,

Don’t jump into the sonorously ghastly well; you’ll asphyxiate yourself to a brutal death; with discordantly croaking frogs and treacherously heinous snakes; being

your only soul mates,

Don’t jump into the tumultuously marauding lion’s den; you’ll be ruthlessly pulverized to evanescent mincemeat by his satanic jaws; for just a tantalizingly appetizing starter; to his midday meal,

Don’t jump into the web of savagely derogatory lies; you’ll be unsparingly lambasted into realms of torturously tyrannical hell; with each ingredient of your impeccable blood ominously metamorphosing into the gory devil,

Don’t jump into  the remorsefully morbid graveyard; you’ll feel miserably entrenched; with an unsurpassable fleet of penalizing ghost and invidious corpse,

Don’t jump into the island of coldblooded emptiness; you’ll feel like a breathing statue all right; but without the most obfuscated trace of vibrant life or stupendously exhilarating breath,

Don’t jump into the circus of insidious manipulation; you’ll have to devour sewage more derogatorily fetid than the gutters; as each instant unfurled into a wholesome minute,

Don’t jump into the rambunctiously prowling crocodile pool; you’ll soon feel that the ants were much bigger than yourself in size; as the devilish monsters sucked

even the last droplet of your poignant blood,

Don’t jump into the hideous vulture’s nest; you’ll be reduced till times beyond infinite infinity; into a penuriously sullen heap of colorlessly dead carrion,

Don’t jump into the uncouthly crippling world of crime; you’ll soon metamorphose into a gruesomely livid and kicked commodity; with venomous bullets the only elixir embedded deep into your immaculate skin,

Don’t jump into the ghoulishly unending maelstrom of discrimination; you’ll find even the most minuscule aspect of your existence; more sinful than your

grave could ever be,

Don’t jump into the pool of innocent blood; you’ll find the unfinished cries of countless innocuous; never letting you exist in celestial peace,

Don’t jump into the perilously sinister battlefield of thorns; you’ll be ignominiously ripped apart like a speck of worthless shit; tasting vindictively hostile blood on every step that you; dolorously slithered

Don’t jump into the sledging shackles of insane frustration; you’ll reach the most veritably last day of your life; even as the very first day of your life had just commenced,

Don’t jump into the land of perfidiously agonizing betrayal; you’ll baselessly crucify every panoramically resplendent moment of life; transform yourself into a breathing ghost,

And if you really wanted to blissfully counter all the traumatic don’ts ; then do jump forever into the cradle of perpetual love; do jump forever into the garden of uninhibited compassion; do jump forever and ever and ever; into the religion of unassailable mankind .