You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 13 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

34. FULL STOP.

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ounce of diabolically demented lies; the profanely beleaguered manipulation of the tongue which was the greatest of

living parasite,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of pathetically impoverished racial indiscrimination; the sanctimonious boundaries of caste; creed; color and race; which irrevocably crippled resplendent earth; for an infinite more of its destined lives,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every act of heinously committed crime; those countless innocent screams which wafted till eternity and without the tiniest of

respite,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every gutter of commercialism from oozing its cadaverous streams; the robotically unemotional arms of sacrilegious monotony;

forever crucifying the idol of divine human sensitivity,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every insinuation of tawdrily devastating politics; the tireless mockery of priceless living beings being made; by a handful of egocentrically bald world leaders,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every salaciously ribald desert of adulteration; foolhardily wanton human contraptions; unforgivably plundering into the unconquerable virginity of mother nature,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every war that happens in the name of spurious religion; those boundless children who’re mercilessly orphaned; as an aftermath

of abhorrently penalizing meaninglessness,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every deliriously jinxed imagination of the sinfully satanic brain; the horrendous ramifications of inconsolably brutal bloodshed that

it irretrievably led to,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every graveyard of self inflicted decay; the morass of disdainfully unbearable obsolescence; which inexorably massacres even the most

infinitesimal desire to exist,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every ingredient of baselessly non-existent pride; the inevitably burying downfall that immediately followed it; without the slightest of innuendo,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every shade of fecklessly livid gloom; the vindictive daggerheads of inexplicable depression; that unsparingly ripped apart even the most sacrosanct lining of the soul,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every footstep of ludicrous insecurity; the germs of ignominiously baseless fear starting to unceasingly  gobble you; even before you could alight a single foot,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every impression of dogmatic impotence; the morbidly unthinkable corpses of stagnation that arose; when you chauvinistically

and selfishly conserved your seeds in your own body,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every bit of delinquent lacklusterness on this fathomless planet; the innumerable innocuous deaths that took place every unfurling instant; in the prisons of besmirched unemployment,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every robust tree being heartlessly felled; the most preposterously unbearable metamorphosing of every meadow of celestial green;

into a crematorium of inconspicuously malicious ash,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every breath of ominously squelching betrayal that surreptitiously eloped from the nostril; a indefatigably violent and mournfully pugnacious civilization that culminated therein,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every anecdote of uncouthly pulverizing the unfortunately poor; erecting castles of worthless gold on the foundations of

unimpeachably truthful humanitarian blood,

Put a perpetual FULL STOP; to every submissive defeat infront of the unjustly marauding devil; those uncountable moments of castrated imprisonment whilst

surrendering; whereas the head should only bow down on the feet of the Omnipotent Creator, 

And then; immediately after every  FULL STOP that you put; start each new sentence of your symbiotically redolent and benign life; afresh and majestically

replenished with the blessings of the Omnipresent Creator and the magical words of “Immortal Love”