You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 5
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Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the colossal ocean with piquantly escalating waves; which provided warmth and rejuvenation to my dirty body; at the unleashing of dawn every morning.
Your love for me was not like a sleazy television commercial; which sent ravishing chills down my spine as the instant I viewed it; and then left me longing for more as the boring news came by,
Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the mesmerizing fable that had an unprecedented impact on my destiny; bequeathed a moral to my life.
Your love for me was not like slippery granules of sand; which seductively caressed my skin for fraction of seconds; and then unavoidably trickled onto the boiling soil,
Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the century old Banyan tree which had its roots firmly impregnated in ground; was almost invincible to dismantle even when the entire army tried to tear it down.
Your love for me was not like the swashbuckling aircraft which transported the passenger at electric speeds from one destination to another; made him feast
on the magnificent cocoon of white clouds as he sipped wine seated on the plush upholstery; before eventually leaving him to crawl miserably towards his destination
on naked feet,
Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the divine fairy wandering in the cosmos; who inundated my senses every unfurling second with all the pleasure and fantasy that existed on this planet.
And your love for me was not like the throbbing heart which palpitated beyond the point of no control at one instant, and relinquished breath the other; abandoning
me in a condition of complete disbelief and disarray;
Infact I have profound pride in stating that; it was like the soul which was timeless; which would continue to live for unfathomable number of years even after the last entity on this earth had died; which strangulated me entirely in its perpetual grip; which gave my life a new beginning every time I felt I was dead.
24. STEALING MY HEART
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my car; whizzed past the meandering slopes of the valley at roaring speeds; and blended profusely with the spirit of adventure,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my swanky perfume bottle; flooded your entire entity by prolifically sprinkling the same; basked in the aisles of unsurpassable fragrance that emanated as a ramification,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my shoes; audaciously clambered up the mountains; tightly fitting them to your nimble skinned soles,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my drum replete with glistening jewels; embellished your entire body with scintillating garments portraying them bombastically to the outside world,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my appetizing morsels of food; feasted on the same sipping delectable pints of red wine on the verdant slopes of the ecstatic waterfall,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my entire wardrobe of clothes; philandered through the rustic fields adorned in cowboy boots; audaciously brandishing your tomboyish attire,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my feather tipped pen; sketched exquisite shapes of the voluptuous stars lingering in the cosmos; emptied all the ink entrapped within to sign the bulky chequebooks,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my books; had a smashing time in browsing through the majestic ensemble of beautiful words; drowning yourself wholesomely into the tantalizing fantasy imprisoned within,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my colossal dwelling; leaving me scorched and dry on the streets to uncertainly weave my way around,
It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my children; frolicked and enjoyed with them on the sea shores; while I brooded incessantly in moments of gruesome silence,
It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my diamond studded sword; swished it violently around; pretentiously pretending to inhabit the royal throne,
It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole by bushy beard and moustache; tossing my hair around in unprecedented glee; after plucking them from my skin furtively in the night,
It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole every single penny of my wealth; absconded away with the gargantuan conglomerate of currency that I had perspired for all my life,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my entire fleet of teeth; adroitly removing them after injecting me with unfathomable doses of sedation; giving them as a special bone to your pet dog to relish and chew,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my fame; perfidiously bad mouthed about me to as far and wide as you possibly could in this world; trying to abysmally look me down in front of people whom I irrefutably revered and adored,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my infectious smile; whipping me indefatigably with your acerbic string of sardonic comments; made me cry by hurling at me abuses which I had never come across in the most wildest of my
dreams,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my ideals; inevitably compelling me to act against my own wishes; blackmailing me indiscriminately by exploiting my supremely sensitive points,
And it really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my life; made me relinquish precious breathing; secretly poisoning the water I gulped; viciously adulterating my big tumbler of morning milk with snake venom,
As all these things were too trivial to bother me; for you had already committed a robbery even greater than this stealing my heart when you met me several years
ago; making me a slave of your immortal love;
And today whatever else you stole did not impact me the slightest; simply and miserably failed to bother me at all .
25. THE PERFECT MALE ATTIRE
Gloves of sensuality; to caress the skin with unprecedented relish; send shivers of untamed exhilaration down the spine,
Shoes of invincible victory; marching on the remotest of land; waving the flag of triumph in flamboyant spurts of fervor,
A tie blended with flirtatious mischief; used to blindfold the eyes in wholesome entirety,
A watch of incessant speed; ticking indefatigably round the clock; in wee hours of the midnight; as well as in the peak of the brilliantly sunlit day,
A shirt of stupendously woven designs; ruffled majestically at the collar; to captivate the attention of every ravishingly wandering damsel,
A necklace of daintily scintillating pearls; extracted freshly from the oyster; drowning every entity in the ocean of its profoundly pearly shine,
A pair of astoundingly stitched socks; imparting compassionate warmth to the feet; enticing every eye towards the petite leg,
A tantalizing shade of mystical mascara; conjuring every breathing soul around with the magic in its enigmatic charm,
A trouser of pure jute; with mesmerizing rings of denim and golden buttons to engulf the sensuous belly,
Rings of holistic diamond shimmering in tandem on the finger; painstakingly luring every fairy in the unfathomable resplendence of its shine,
A perfume of exotic sandalwood shrub; wafting a supremely seductive aura from the perspiring armpits,
An oil that glistens even under placid rays of the moon; radiates boisterously in pugnacious daylight,
A belt studded profusely with delectable biscuits of opalescent silver; granting the visage a terrifically marvelous shape, keeping the entire demeanor in perfectly synchronized condition,
Sunglasses embodied with vivid fossil shells; engendering females to gasp in open mouthed consternation; metamorphosing the acerbic color of polluted air into enc
hanting green,
An oligarchic coat embellished with royally sculptured beads; standing out incredulously amongst the group the wild gypsies,
A fountain of redolent rose powder; lingering voluptuously on the robust cheeks; flooding the nose with a poignantly tangy freshness,
An overwhelmingly spiffy hairstyle; and each follicle of the scalp impregnated with rudimentary grass root oil,
Ornamental cufflinks to bond the sleeves; sometimes an alluring tool for visitors to sight their own reflection; admire themselves till timeless eternity,
A grandiloquent pen fitted dexterously to the waist coat pocket; a symbol of unprecedented sophistication; and signing a plethora of autographs on every lady's
hands,
Was all that I required to dress in from head to inconspicuous toe; encompass my body in the most fascinating clothing that I could ever dream off or intransigently perceive; infact what I would like to term succinctly as THE PERFECT MALE ATTIRE .
26. ALL THAT I COULD EVER DREAM OF
When I lived in the beer bottle; all that I could ever dream of was an ocean of inebriating alcohol; streams of frothy booze putting me to everlasting sleep,
When I lived in the conventional television; all that I could ever dream was a myriad of sleazy characters; uttering a festoon of ostentatious dialogues; trying their best to trigger the gloomy audience into hilarious smiles,
When I lived on the pugnacious fire body of the blazing Sun; all that I could ever dream of was unprecedented heat; sizzling rays of golden light stringently entrenching every iota of my skin,
When I lived in the refrigerator; all that I could ever dream of was frozen crusts of white ice; silver streams of chilled liquid cascading down painstakingly over my naked chest,
When I lived in the steep well; all that I could ever dream of was morbid darkness; the slime coated frog bouncing euphorically; flooding the solitary ambience around with its discordant croaks,
When I lived in the birds nest; all that I could ever dream of was a cocoon of shimmering white eggs; pairs of innocuous young fledglings squealing ecstatically
in new born life,
When I lived in the ocean; all that I could ever dream of was gargantuan loads of salt and frothy spray; scores of delectable fish gliding vivaciously gliding past my nose; spreading unfathomable waves of fantasy in my heart,
When I lived in the veins; all that I could ever dream of was crimson blood; gushing in sheer rhapsody through the conglomerate of tender bone and dainty flesh,
When I lived in the country gutter; all that I could ever dream of was fetid sewage; the horrendously obnoxious stench of decaying garbage infiltrating every instant in my nose,
When I lived in the deserts; all that I could ever dream of was unsurpassable territories of sweltering hot sands; the belligerent thorns of cactus staring in animosity at the travelers who traversed by,
When I lived in the handle of the gleaming butcher knife; all that I could ever dream of was the merciless assassination of several innocent sheep; shearing apart their succulent body in order to appease the demons gluttony,
When I lived in the fields of fathomless cotton; all that I could ever dream of was immaculate pieces of silken cloth; an infinite ensemble of gaudy cloth hung
tantalizingly in the showrooms,
When I lived in the voluptuous coagulation of ominous black clouds; all that I could ever dream of was tumultuous streaks of thunder lightening; ferocious droplets of sparkling rain pelting incessantly on the trajectory of this earth,
When I lived in the pristine oyster; all that I could ever dream of was the boundless assembly of glowing pearls; the exorbitant opulence and glamour encapsulating the neck of every princess,
When I lived in the scalp; all that I could ever dream of tons of animated hair drifting in the direction of the breeze; incomprehensible granules of disdainful dandruff feasting merrily on the skull,
When I lived in raw mud; all that I could ever dream of was clusters of grass sprouting out in rampant tandem; the hideous snakes and worms crawling
furtively into their respective burrows at night,
When I lived in the automobile tyre; all that I could ever dream of was several bellows of freshly trapped air; electric speeds enveloping me every second as the
car galloped into the jagged necklace of hills,
When I lived in the lap of my mother; all that I could ever dream of was my nostalgic childhood; the moments of inexorable mischief that I had executed while pulling her nose; incorrigibly refraining to study when she scolded me,
When I lived in the Omnipotent statue of the Almighty creator; all that I could ever dream of was the entire Universe; the magnificent beauty that he had evolved
to admire; the astounding prowess that he had endowed upon every human being to create an entity possessing his own blood,
And when I lived in the heart of my beloved; all that I could ever dream was pure love; drowning in the aisles of her ravishing romance; blending my impoverished soul in the stream of her passionate breath to exist blissfully in this life; as well as many more lives to come .
27. YOUR HEART WAS THE BEST
Your hair were as vivacious as the pelting drops of rain; cascading tantalizingly over your petite shoulders,
Your eyes were as voluptuous as freshly extracted red wine; drowning me in an ocean of unparalleled enchantment,
Your feet were as intricate as the daintily glistening stars; engendering me to worship them incessantly in meek obeisance,
Your hands were the sole source of my destiny; with their resplendent softness sending shivers down my spine as they gently caressed me,
Your lips were like mesmerizing fountains of golden honey; putting me into a celestial stupor with their fleet of enigmatic tunes,
Your skin was as silken as pure cow milk; metamorphosing into tinges of passionate scarlet as you strolled past my side,
Your fingers were as beautiful as the rudimentary tree roots; exotically igniting unburned fires in my persona as they weaved through my scalp,
Your teeth were a formidable fortress of magnificent ivory; prominently depicting the most fascinating of smiles that I had ever perceived in this world,
Your voice was sweeter than the most melodious of cuckoo; pacifying my conglomerate of profoundly agitated nerves better than the best of painkiller,
Your cheeks were as tangy as the ravishing cluster of crimson cherries; portraying your incredulously sweet aura even in the most horrendously appalling darkness,
Your neck was as flexible as the undulating waves of the ocean; turning instantaneously to even the most minuscule of my command,
Your sweat was as golden as the glittering slabs of gold; sparkling gorgeously under belligerent rays of the fiery Sun,
Your stomach was as sensuous as the bathing shark; fomenting me to wake up in utter bewilderment; even from the midst of impregnably deep sleep,
Your ears were as sharp as the mystically beaked owl; intricately deciphering even the most incoherent of my whispers,
Your armpits were like the entrance to divine heaven; enticing me incorrigibly to take shelter under their stupendously alluring grace,
Your tongue was like the fabulously redolent rose; flooding my dead veins with inexorable exhilaration as it slurped white pints of titillating champagne,
Your blood was like the flamboyant island of Sun; incinerating the inferno of love simmering in my veins to animatedly leap towards the sky,
Your countenance was like the Royal princess; immortally bonding me in the invincible arms of your unfathomable desire,
And your heart was the best in the entire cosmos; throbbing indefatigably without the slightest of rest; throbbing relentlessly even in the most gruesomely dismal of situation; more importantly than all; throbbing louder than ferocious thunder in the sky when it witnesses me; as it only and irrefutably mine .
> 28. SIMPLY NOT ENOUGH
When I held a fat slab of wax in blistering fire; it painstakingly melted as the passionate flames kissed its dainty periphery; eventually reducing to a pool of
solitary liquid,
When I held a trunk of seasoned wood in blazing waves of orange fire; the timber mercilessly charred into embers of raw ash; as the seconds unveiled by and the