You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 6

by Nikhil Parekh

  Give her each sigh of immortal satisfaction that circumvented my conscience; fomenting her to perceive that her flurry of tasks were accomplished with

  supreme gratification,

  Give her each bit of cloth that intricately sequestered my entire visage; embodying her impeccable demeanor with loads of compassionate warmth,

  Give her each source of wealth that I had assimilated in the tenure of my life; facilitating her to purchase the most exotic things of her very own choice,

  Give her each morsel of food that was destined to be masticated by my mouth; granting celestial peace to the famished realms of her thunderously resonating

  stomach,

  Give her each whistle that emanated from my lips; blessing her existence with unsurpassable euphoria on every step which she ebulliently alighted,

  Give her each fantasy that I kept envisaging about even in the heart of the brilliantly blistering day; keeping her spirits escalating towards the sky; till times immemorial,

  Give her each beat that passionately palpitated every unfurling instant in my heart; imparting her with the unrelenting ardor to relish life to its most incomprehensible capacity,

  Give her each breath that diffused in magnificent unison from my nostrils; engendering her to lead even my quota of destined life,

  For although I possessed all the sagacious qualities described above O! Lord; I was still of no use to this colossal world and society; being viciously strangulated every instant by the horrendous lechery of my mind; while angels like her needed forever to

  exist; needed forever to be alive .

 

  9. KEEPING HER LOVE 

   

  I kept the reinvigorating pints of soda securely in a transparent bottle; tightly clasping the lid with screws of scintillating steel,

  I kept the cubes of exotically transparent ice; in the inner most dormitories of the freezing refrigerator; overwhelmingly engulfed by a chilling calm,

  I kept the conglomerate of stupendously redolent flowers in a grandiloquent vase; as they wafted their heavenly scent to every cranny of my profusely amicable dwelling,

  I kept the battalion of gaudy shirts in cloistered interiors of my bedroom closet; wholesomely sequestered from even the most minuscule trace of alien light,

  I kept the festoon of glittering jewels in the invincible realms of the bank locker; ensuring their perpetual safety against the deadliest of invasion,

  I kept the bulky wallet in the back pocket of my handsomely jaded trousers; meticulously safe guarding the crisply bundled notes of currency; against

  disdainful dirt and storm,

  I kept the swanky automobile in the delectably compact garage; shielding it from salaciously ogling eyes and acrimonious beams of sweltering Sunshine,

  I kept the germicidal tablet of stringent soap in proximity with the lavatory seat; to wholesomely annihilate even the last bit of stench adhering intransigently to my palms,

  I kept scattered sheaf of random papers compiled safely in a cardboard file; ensuring that they appeared in a scrupulously chronological order; whenever the whites of my eye tried to glimpse them,

  I kept the obnoxious buts of ash extruding from my cigar in an emerald ashtray; insurmountably seeing to it that the smoke died a ghastly death; there in itself,

  I kept the fabulously studded designer belt on the shimmering hook; gliding like a majestic snake; kissing carpets of seductive air as it cascaded down like an angel,

  I kept the cartons of appetizing fruit pulp on the sparkling kitchen slab; feasting my eyes profoundly on the bunch; each time I felt even the tiniest pang of hunger reverberate in my stomach,

  I kept the sounds of the melodiously chirping cuckoo; impregnably imprisoned in my ears; cherishing the mesmerizing tunes in my mind; in times of unfathomable distress,

  I kept the pet rabbits in their amicably warm kennel; sheltering them from the vicious onslaught of wildly frenzied wolves,

  I kept the gruesomely orphaned eggs in the compassionately moist nest; for them to blossom into blissful fledglings of vibrant tomorrow,

 

  I kept the mystically enamoring and checkered chessboard close to the lawns; maneuvering the royally embellished pieces while transgressing through a blanket

  of glistening dew drops,

  I kept the sachet of tangy peppermints in the topmost compartment of my shirt; popping a pill every now and again into my mouth; to impart that reinvigorating

  spice to my monotonously treacherous life,

  I kept the idol of my sacrosanct mother in my conscience and my mind; leaning upon it in my times of insurmountably escalating tension; times when I was about to embark on any new expedition in life,

  And I kept her love always deep inside my heart; bonding my impoverished soul with hers for countless more births; bonding my breath with hers for fathomless more lives to unveil .

 

  10. IF THE HEART EVER HAD A TONGUE 

   

  If the broken wall ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the disdainfully inferior quality of cement used in its construction; that had

  fomented it to crumble appallingly towards soil,

  If the mercilessly chopped down tree ever had a tongue; then the first thing it uttered; would be about the barbaric humans; who ruthlessly cut it down to illuminate their every superficial night,

  If the hazy river waters ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the tyrannically obnoxious industries; which polluted their heavenly persona profusely every unleashing second,

  If the orphaned tooth ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about diabolical monsters who had so uncouthly ripped it apart from the cozy realms of its masters mouth,

  If the sands of the tumultuously blistering desert ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the horrendous life they were bestowed upon with; without the most minuscule droplet of sparkling water,

  If the shattered petal ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the cowardly satanic way in which the flower shed it; when confronted with the

  tiniest wind of storm,

  If the pathetically deflated balloon ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about its royally oligarchic times in the sky; the acrimonious bullet which pierced it through its protuberant belly; rendering it sadly into the corpse which it currently

  was,

  If the overwhelmingly bashed egg ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the ominously wretched snake which stole it surreptitiously when its mother was fast asleep; splitting apart its nimble body into infinite halves,

  If the rusty piece of jewelry ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about its hideously vain mistress; who hurled it to rot in the sinister dungeons; meting out her insurmountable frustration on its impeccable demeanor,

  If the disheveled rags of cloth ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the treacherous rioters who grappled them devilishly; disorienting them from their handsomely stoical posture,

  If the brutally trampled whisker ever had a tongue; then the first thing it uttered; would be about its majestic times while embedded to the lion’s snout; the nonchalant way in which it had fallen on the ground; when the beast was thunderously snoring,

  If the bone lying morbidly in the interiors of the obsolete castle ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the robust body of the prince it once upon a time inhabited; the gory moment when its master breathed his very last; to leave it

  decaying even centuries after his death,

  If the disastrously melting mountains of ice-cream ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the acerbically dictatorial rays of the Sun which had compelled them to completely loose their identity,

  If the dismally corroded mouse-trap ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about how much it abhorred imprisonin
g filthily stinking mice; how much

  it desired to be placed in flamboyantly dazzling sunshine,

  If the sleazily colored bundles of cotton ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the unfathomably commercial farmer; plucking them

  indiscriminately from their immaculate buds; selling them at a price when infact they were priceless,

  If the blanket of grass blades ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the demons transgressing indefatigably on their voluptuous carpet; pulverizing their silken softness with indigenous feet,

  If the splattered splinters of glass lying forlorn on the floor ever had a tongue; the first thing they uttered; would be about the pertinently irascible hordes of children; who had made them taste dust; with their obdurate cricket balls,

  If the solitarily wandering soul ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about the inexplicable agony it was besieged with; the utter helplessness that it was thoroughly engulfed with; when it simply couldn’t help its loved ones in distress,

  And if the broken heart ever had a tongue; the first thing it uttered; would be about how much it craved to be loved; how much it craved for that immortal love in

  its life once again; which it unfortunately couldn’t get .

  11. I SALUTE YOU 

   

  I salute you for your majestic speech; the authoritative flurry of spell binding words which emanated royally from your mouth,

  I salute you for your impeccable stride; the magnanimous poise in your stature that portrayed you irrefutably as the greatest,

  I salute you for your astoundingly mesmerizing sight; your uncanny ability to decipher the most inconspicuous of evil loitering ominously in the crowd,

  I salute you for your ravishingly rubicund complexion; the ingratiating aura you generated on every piece of soil you voluptuously caressed,

  I salute you for your insurmountably stoical passiveness; the unsurpassable equanimity with which you confronted the deadliest of disaster without a ruffle to your whiskers,

  I salute you for your unflinching sense of responsibility; the ghastliest of times you had borne; just to see a smile lighten up on the face of your compatriots,

  I salute you for your astute acumen of dealing dexterously with the uncouth world; marching relentlessly on your path to undeniable success,

  I salute you for your inexorably poignant eyes; the heart rendering empathy you harbored within; for your fellow beings in inexplicably horrendous distress,

  I salute you for your incomprehensibly adjusting temperament; the incredulous way in which you slept even on bare brick walls; if the hour so commanded,

  I salute you for your stupendously reinvigorating aroma; the blissful waves of sheer ecstasy it spread ubiquitously to every cranny of this planet,

  I salute you for your streams of passionately circulating crimson blood; the unfathomable ardor they generated in lifeless souls wandering solitarily around,

  I salute you for the vivacious laughter that entrenched your lips; the cloud of benign congeniality it propagated in whomsoever it cast; even an ethereal glimpse,

  I salute you for your nose; which smelt only the profoundly good from even amidst a dilapidated pile of horrifically fetid garbage,

  I salute you for your bohemian feet; which kept traversing indefatigably to reach their ultimate goal; even in the most acerbic of storm and murderous rain,

  I salute you for your incredulously alluring charisma; the mystically enigmatic look in your eyes which attracted the most alien at your doorstep; even from the most obsolete corner of the globe; like a trice of a bullet,

  I salute you for your resolutely undeterred determination; the insatiable fervency in your demeanor to stand only by what you felt was right,

  I salute you for your tumultuously adventurous zeal; the spirit of conquering the unknown profusely embedded in your brain; placing you an eternal shade above the rest,

  I salute you for your tremendously transparent conscience; the sacrosanct feeling of righteousness which lingered around it for centuries immemorial,

  And my wholehearted salutations to you O! beloved !! for your ability to uninhibitedly love; your incessant endeavor to make this planet of God once again a

  paradise; blessing each molecule of his creation with the greatest wealth you could ever posses;  your greatest virtue called "The religion of mankind".

 

  12. FOR EVERY BEAT OF HERS

  I wanted to live for each smile of hers; the laughter that uninhibitedly emanated from her throat; that made me feel greater than the God's,

  I wanted to live for each tear of hers; the poignant river of empathy which oozed from her mesmerizing eyes; catapulting me into a paradise beyond realms of

  mundane earth,

  I wanted to live for each word of hers; the majestic sounds that wafted from her mouth when she spoke; propelling me to float in the surreal clouds with the

  cadence of her seductive voice,

  I wanted to live for each whim of hers; the fastidious festoon of intricacies that enveloped her persona; making me admire her for her profoundly babyish

  attitudes,

  I wanted to live for each footstep of hers; the stupendously exotic rhythm that drifted as she caressed the soil; making me oblivious to all other sounds that existed in this Universe,

  I wanted to live for each finger of hers; the rubicund tinge which encompassed her dainty fists; that fomented me to stare wildly till times beyond eternity,

  I wanted to live for each wink of hers; the uncannily enigmatic way in which her eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously; inundating my life with waves of insurmountable ecstasy and the dance of sheer euphoria,

  I wanted to live for each dream of hers; the cloudbursts of vivacious fantasy in her eyes as each minute unveiled; which made me blinded to the most brilliantly dazzling Sunlight,

  I wanted to live for each passion of hers; the unrelenting ardor that besieged her countenance with as she marched towards triumph; making me rise above the ashes to discover my soul,

  I wanted to live for every vein of hers; the tumultuous fervency with which an ocean of scarlet blood flowed through her body; making my conviction in self more fortified than the colossal mountains,

  I wanted to live for every shadow of hers; the mystical way in which her contours nictitated with changing shades of light; wrecking the last iota of sleep from my insatiably wandering sight,

  I wanted to live for every cry of hers; the insurmountable innocence that reflected profusely in her voice; transiting me way back to the times when I had just tread my first foot on mother earth,

  I wanted to live for every yawn of hers; the ravishingly ingratiating aura that encapsulated her visage; which made me collapse like a box of lifeless matchsticks on blankets of cold ground,

  I wanted to live for every sigh of hers; the supreme contentment that celestially settled on each pore of her body; which made me relinquish all my volcano of

  overwhelming greed in life,

  I wanted to live for every dance of hers; the tantalizing way in which she swished her heavenly demeanor in torrential rain; making me exist far beyond my destined quota of years,

  I wanted to live for every snore of hers; the delectably immaculate island of fairies which resided in her luscious lips; flooding my life with unsurpassable ebullience and cheer,

 

  I wanted to live for every nod of hers; the irrefutably assertiveness with which she said "no"; augmenting my tenacious determination to face each hurdle of acrimonious life,

  I wanted to live for every breath of hers; the Omnipotent grace with which it diffused from her nostrils; instilling in me an invincible power to live,

  And over and above all I wanted to live for every beat of hers; the indefatigable number of times her heart palpitated passionately; fortifying my faith in dying

  existence; fortifying my faith in dying mankind .

  13. THERE WERE TIMESr />
  There were times when the breeze didn’t need air to flow; gush in torrential fervor towards the handsome sky,

  There were times when the rose didn’t need fragrance to blossom; transit into the most unprecedented realms of voluptuous desire,

  There were times when the tongue didn’t need words to speak; express its emotions as vociferously as a new born child,