Poem: Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.
Nikhil Parekh
Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever. ---Best
Wishes, Nikhil Parekh
Before it vindictively enshrouds every pore of your skin; with its
despairingly hideous tinges of cancerous yellow,
Before it metamorphoses you into a carcass of nothingness; with even
the most amorphous of scarecrow looking more robust than your
disastrously haggard flesh,
Before it reduces you to nothing more than a stinking dustbin of
worthless dust; making people around you run an infinite distance-the
instant you passed sullen air through your lips,
Before it inevitably renders you into a coughing corpse; disdainfully
sputtering like a crankily quaint engine without gas; everytime you
tried to squeakily mumble your very own name,
Before it coerces your entire persona to rattle like a jinxed saucepan
of emptiness; as each of your bones squandered and creaked with
insipidity; everytime you dared tread on soil,
Before it unsparingly massacres the bountiful virility in your seeds;
leaves you staggering like an impotent moron; who wasn't even fit to
care for an adopted child,
Before it imprisons you forever in its swirl of addictive
baselessness; with even the most priceless pearls of love now seeming
to be a transient illusionary mist of debilitating decay,
Before it transforms your holistic visions into that of the devil;
wanting to do nothing else but spend a life in bizarre isolation; with
fathomless bellows of stale wind for breakfast; lunch and dinner,
Before it perpetuates its diabolically bloodshot tinge into the
pristine whites of your eye; reducing you from an apostle of happiness
to a hapless spirit of the cadaverous graveyard,
Before it miserably trounces your appetite to win- beguiling you with
its non-existent witchly stride; doping your otherwise alert brain
with severe confusion to traverse even the straightest roads of life,
Before it makes you a fecklessly rejected thorn of the society; for
polluting and harming priceless environment around you; with your very
own venom laden mouth,
Before it devastates you beyond the point of no return; as you fondly
frolicked in the glory of those tensionless childhood days; which now
seemed to be getting dimmer and dimmer with each stroke of the
helplessly deteriorating night,
Before it horrendously strangulates your lungs with all heaviness that
ever existed; making you feel as if you carried the weight of the
whole planet; whereas you were now just a pair of crumbling bones all
over; as you walked,
Before it annihilates every taste bud of tantalizing freshness in your
tongue; transforming you into an into an insane dragon wanting to
gobble worthless chunks of desolate deathly fire all the time,
Before it besieges every droplet of your royally persevered sweat with
its rotten stench of parasitic gloom; making you feel like a miserable
ant waiting to be trampled any instant; even after achieving the
entire wealth of the world,
Before it curses you with the onset of lividly emancipating old age in
the prime of ebullient youth; as hordes of veritably old men and women
hoisted your paperweight frame; for you to do your daily chores,
Before it makes you a blatant outcaste with your very own intestines;
which preferred to choke forever into submission; rather than bear the
poisonous puff of wind indescribably molesting them,
Before it blows the candles of your mesmerizing life forever; with the
horizons of its asphyxiating blackness; which never rose to any fresh
dawn or sparkling tomorrow,
Before it painstakingly chars every organ of your beautiful body into
the coffins of extinction; with your orphaned black soot then being
compared with some of the most lamentful specimens of
self-destruction,
Before it makes you an integral part of its thwarted family--
consisting of nothing else but boundless mortuaries of ghosts; spirits
and countless other bits of despondent meaninglessness,
Before it takes your holistic spirit far far away from God; as you
were not just simply exhaling it; but creating living carriers of
cancerous disease all around you; each time you breathed out that
tawdrily contaminated air,
Before it insidiously creeps in the form of raw red to the edge of
your throat; dissipating into oceans of immeasurable slain blood
everytime you stuttered; wheezed and spat,
Before it penalizes you to the most extreme degrees of seclusion;
disease; repulsion; abhorrence and death; for just being a wonderful
host to that lackadaisically jaded pipe like structure with your lips,
Save your life. Kill the Smoke. Stamp the cigarette. Quit smoking forever.
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