You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 7

by Nikhil Parekh

  When she put me to sleep; she made me feel that I was blissfully breathing,

  I felt as if God had exorbitantly rewarded me for my day; showering upon my dreary eyes the virtue of eternal rest. 

  And when she kissed me; she made me feel that I had infinite reasons to live,

  I felt as if God had given me the greatest treasure of my life; made me the richest person in past and pragmatic present; to be alive. 

   

  4. BELOVED 

   

  In an ambience of rustic jungle trees; with their branches dangling incongruously towards the ground,

  In a backdrop of colossal mountains; with their summits sailing handsomely in the clouds,

  In a cloistered environment; sequestered partially from the blazing sun,

  In an island of marshy swamps; inundated with a plethora of languidly drifting logwood; puddles of muddy slush bountifully dispersed,

  Resides the ominous and hideous; serrated skinned alligator. 

   

  In an atmosphere of golden dew drops; shimmering vividly under the moon,

  In a conglomerate of satiny puffs of sky; stooping effeminately down,

  In a mesmerizing lake; circumvented from all sides by the steep valley,

  In a stony silence prevailing eternally; with the only sound being evanescent ripples caused by wading birds,

  Resides the redolently pink and supremely voluptuous; fragrant lotus. 

   

  In a camouflage of broken twigs; and incommensurate stalks of dried grass,

  In a compactly hollow space; neatly imprisoned by slender tower walls,

  In a whiplash of heavy wind; incessantly blowing in tenacious draughts,

  In a congenial warmth; provided indefatigably by the bird mother,

  Resides the palpable egg blended with yolk; of the hostile vulture. 

   

  In a citadel constructed of savage stone; reinforced with umpteenth bars of strong metal,

  In an enclosure of acrimonious glass; scattered in hostile shards all around,

  In a jugglery of iron chains; viciously strapped around all parts of the body,

  In a room completely obfuscated from the most minuscule beam of light; threadbare chunks of rotten bread being the only solace for nocturnal meal,

  Resides the longhaired and diabolically toothed; nefarious convict. 

   

  In the vicinity of tubular corals; swirling waves intermittently dismantling the tentacles of potbellied octopus,

  In an ingratiating serene provided by the unrelenting froth; gently permeating the sands,

  In an ensemble of entwined bushes; with protruding and spongy thorns,

  In a myriad of rising bubbles; trying incessantly to reach the surface of gigantic sea,

  Resides the scintillating and slime coated; incorrigibly virgin oyster. 

   

  In an ocean of honey; with sticky droplets of pure nectar oozing out,

  In a network of dilapidated pillars; sometimes profoundly tall trees,

  In direct confrontation with stringent light from the sun; uncouthly heating its periphery,

  In a constant pandemonium; of cacophonic noise compounded with incoherent buzzing,

  Resides the delectably boisterous and poignant; small bodied humming bee. 

   

  In a surrounding of indiscriminate violence; massacring of the impeccably innocent,

  In the hearts of ruthless assassins; butchering the needy for fat wads of currency,

  In a nation with incidences of rampant bloodshed; headed by a fleet of power hungry politicians,

  In a world where there are nuclear wars; on the spurious grounds of caste and creed,

  Resides a feeling of utter abhorrence; embedded with the perennial virtue of hatred. 

   

  In the sacrosanct walls of heaven; emollient with the scent of divinity,

  In the dormitories of unprejudiced justice; profusely besieged by equality towards all,

  In a land replete with mystical fairies; an immortal paradise to exist forever,

  In the visage of omnipotent power; unprecedented empathy towards distressing pain,

  Resides the stupendously omnipresent who created this earth; the one whom we christen by the sacerdotal name of creator. 

   

  And in the aisles of desire; languishing in the corridor of blissful romance,

  In the tunnel of unceasing fascination; juxtaposed with webs of unparalleled imagination,

  In a cascade of silken follicles; nimbly caressing her holistic back,

  In the cage of uninhibited pleasure; drowning me incredulously in the moistness of her breath,

  Resides my ravishing and marvelously enchanting; immaculate beloved. 

   

  5. WOULD YOU EVER BELIEVE 

   

  Would you ever believe if I called a nondescript table of teakwood; as a vivacious bird soaring high in the sky,

  Would you ever believe if I called a ruffled sheet of paper; as a chunk of glittering gold,

  Would you ever believe if I called a grandiloquent watch embodied with diamonds; as a lump of bedraggled stone,

  Would you ever believe if I called a mountain of compacted mud; as a switchboard of pugnacious electricity,

  Would you ever believe if I called a resplendent rainbow in the sky; as a broomstick with incongruous bristles,

  Would you ever believe if I called a rusty canister of dilapidated iron; as a mesmerizing rose growing in the garden,

  Would you ever believe if I called a pink tablet of luxury soap; as a mosquito hovering acrimoniously in the cloistered room,

  Would you ever believe if I called a boat rollicking merrily on the undulating waves; as a rustic jungle spider,

  Would you ever believe if I called a valley profusely embedded with snow; as an unscrupulous dog on the street,

  Would you ever believe if I called a pair of luscious lips; as a disdainfully fetid shoe,

  Would you ever believe if I called a fluorescent rod of light; as a jagged bush of cactus growing in the sweltering desert,

  Would you ever believe if I called the blazing sun; as a pudgy bar of delectable chocolate,

  Would you ever believe if I called an angular sculptured bone; as acid bubbling in a swanky bottle,

  Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating oyster; as an inarticulate matchstick coated with lead,

  Would you ever believe if I called a cluster of bells jingling from the ceiling; as a sordid cockroach philandering beside the lavatory seat,

  Would you ever believe if I called a fruit of succulent coconut; as a dead mans morbid tooth,

  Would you ever believe If I called a steaming cup of filter coffee; as gaudily colored water emanating from the street fountains,

  Would you ever believe if I called the majestic statue of a revered historian; as a slab of tangy peanut butter,

  Would you ever believe if I called a vibrant shirt; as a protuberant pigeon discerningly pecking its beak at grains scattered on the floor,

  Would you ever believe if I called a flocculent bud of cotton; as a camouflaged lizard transgressing through wild projections of grass,

  Would you ever believe if I called a photograph depicting the steep gorges; as a gutter inundated with obnoxious sewage,

  Would you ever believe if I called a lanky giraffe; as a convict nefariously lurking through solitary streets of the city,

  Would you ever believe if I called a pair of flamboyant sunglasses; as a weird tattoo to be adhered to the chest,

  Would you ever believe if I called a chicken’s egg; as logs of sooty charcoal abundantly stashed in the colossal warehouse,

  Would you ever believe if I called a biscuit replete with golden honey; as a ominously slithering reptile in the jungles,

  Would you ever believe if I called a bald man possessing a profoundly tonsured scalp; as a gas balloon floating in insipid air,

  Wou
ld you ever believe if I called a ring embellished with crystal diamonds; as an inconspicuous and distorted metallic pin,

  Would you ever believe if I called a crimson crested parrot; as a tray containing frozen ice,

  Would you ever believe if I called a glass made of pallid plastic; as a gargantuan well flooded with water and dead frogs,

  Would you ever believe if I called wooden beams dangling from the ceiling; as finely squelched juice of red radish,

  Would you ever believe if I called an articulately painted canvas; as slime coated fossil lying in close proximity with the seabed,

  Would you ever believe if I called a diminutive tadpole; as a fortified wall commensurately aligned with burnt bricks,

  Would you ever believe if I called a mammoth elephant; as rotten pulp of mango being tossed indiscriminately on the street,

  Would you ever believe if I called a truck inundated with cumbersome machines; as an aromatic seed of plant,

  Would you ever believe if I called a sheet of crisp paper; as a rubicund fruit of juicy plum,

  Would you ever believe if I called a trouser of jaded jeans; as a greeting card fudged with scores of ostentatious lines,

  Would you ever believe if I called a ravishing pair of eyelashes; as a disheveled pantry inhabited with clusters of stray mice,

  Would you ever believe if I called a dazzling yellow helmet; as a preposterously huge whale of the ocean,

  Would you ever believe if I called a piquant stick of chili; as an animated butterfly fluttering at low heights from the ground,

  Would you ever believe if I called a hideously black rope; as a mushroom sizzling in the blistering oven,

  Would you ever believe if I called a magazine of lead bullets; as an avalanche of snow plummeting down the mountain at turbulent speeds,

  Would you ever believe if I called an incredibly cool air-conditioner; as a curry of decayed cream lying obsolete in the garbage heap,

  Would you ever believe if I called a scintillating tooth; as a big toe of a striped panther,

  Would you ever believe if I called a jazzy strip of belt; as a corrugated assemblage of tree roots,

  Would you ever believe if I called a slate of pure chalk; as a tier floating harmlessly in water,

  Would you ever believe if I called a chain with infinite loops; as a graveyard sprawled with morbid coffins,

  Would you ever believe if I called a pot bellied tortoise; as a languid peel of paint hanging lackadaisically from the nondescript wall,

  Would you ever believe if I called a shimmering coin of currency; as a zany zebra galloping at whirlwind speeds through the desert,

  Would you ever believe if I called a bottle of inebriating rum; as a frigid contact lens agglutinated to the eye,

  Would you ever believe if I called sacrosanct religion; as licentious profanity,

  Would you ever believe if I called candid truth; as a profoundly blatant lie,

  Would you ever believe if I called the omniscient personality of God; as a perniciously diabolical devil,

  And would you ever believe if I called True Love; as a spurious product of imagination; a frivolous case of casual infatuation

 

  6. PLEASE DON’T MIND 

   

  Please don’t mind if I visited your dwelling wearing battered shoes; with my lace obnoxiously sprawled across and a myriad of holes blatantly visible in my socks,

  As I had poignant reflections of your face circulating in my dreams; was prepared to leap in blistering fires at the slightest of insinuation you gave me. 

  Please don’t mind if the shirt clinging tautly to my silhouette had a plethora of wrinkles; abhorrent blotches of black sweat appeared on the collar,

  As I perceived you to be the most wonderful person in the world; would take all those daggers hurled at you; directly on my bare chest. 

  Please don’t mind if my hands were coated with slimy grease; incongruous stubs of nails extruded from my fingers,

  As I uttered your celestial name with the first rays of evanescent dawn; was wholesomely ready to bear the brunt of rebukes passed on you by the uncouth society. 

  Please don’t mind if I didn’t possess dexterous eloquence to speak; the charisma of a prince incarcerated in my demeanor,

  As I unrelentingly fantasized about your mesmerizing voice all day; would consume even obdurate stones; if that is what you decided to serve me for nocturnal supper. 

  Please don’t mind if my lips were profusely chapped; my teeth didn’t display a scintillating shine,

  As I could spot your ingratiating smile amidst millions; would perennially stay close to your feet even if you mercilessly whipped me. 

  Please don’t mind if I had unshaven cheeks; with clusters of incongruous hair protruding out in misalignment,

  As I would try my stupendous best to sequester you from the slightest of dust blowing; engulf your persona from all sides to protect you from the piercing cold.

  Please don’t mind if I walked incoherently; unable to emulate the articulate steps of a jeweled prince,

  As I would make sure your dainty feet refrained to touch the tainted earth; carrying you wherever you went on my rubicund shoulders. 

  Please don’t mind if I didn’t embellish my neck with pearls; adorn my fingers with dazzling gold,

  As I would discriminate you from all opulent existing in this world; decimate all those individuals who ever tried to purchase you. 

  Please don’t mind if I didn’t wear flamboyant sun shades over my eyes; went rampantly philandering through undulating mountain slopes and wild territory,

  As I would like you to use them as a pellucid mirror; every time you had the insatiable urge to sight your face. 

  Please don’t mind if I was oblivious to pulverizing my food with forks and knives; blending and kneading it with my raw hands,

  As I would make sure you ate the best of delicacies; would prepare delectably appetizing meals for you with my very own hands. 

  Please don’t mind if I emitted rambunctious snores while in deep slumber; inundating the atmosphere with a profoundly sounding cacophonic buzz,

  As I would see to it that you slept like a queen all night; safeguarding you against ominous evil lurking in close proximity. 

  And please don’t mind If I didn’t have exorbitant wealth; biscuits of gold to eat for breakfast; pools replete with resplendent silver to submerge my visage in,

  As I would famish myself to bizarre limits; wholesomely ensuring you were gratified every moment; tears of unprecedented ecstasy dribbled incessantly from your eyes; till the time you existed 

   

 

  7. IN ORDER TO BREAK THE MONOTONY 

   

  In order to break the monotony of the straight brick wall; aligned commensurately with immaculately polished stone,

  What I did was; to emboss its surface with vivid graffiti; pillage it with holes for fresh air to ventilate through. 

  In order to break the monotony of the corrugated bar of steel; embedded deep in the ground,

  What I did was; to simply curve its periphery to a high pitched angularity; let my saliva dribble over its surface to make it glisten. 

  In order to break the monotony of the newly ironed shirt; suspended from the drawers; with buttons tightly imprisoned,

  What I did was; to crumple it in a heap; submerge it in a pool of perspiration for the natural scent to take over. 

  In order to break the monotony of plaited hair; stringently incarcerated beneath a plastic bag,

  What I did was; to shampoo them vigorously till my hands ached; dexterously use my scissors to chisel them into incoherent shapes. 

  In order to break the monotony of nondescript chunks of clay; lying amalgamated in colossal heaps,

  What I did was; to adroitly mould a swanky statue out of them; then painting the same with gaudy color. 

  In order to break the monotony of bland food lying solitary on the table; with a cluster o
f disdainful flies buzzing around,

  What I did was; to impregnate it by adding pinches piquant chili; heaps of pulverized rock salt for imparting the meal with a ravishing flavor. 

  In order to the break the monotony of rectangular granules of sugar; stashed agglutinated to each other in the pellucid bottle,

  What I did was; finely crush them into crystalline powder; sprinkling them on molten ice; making them shimmer under the moon. 

  In order to break the monotony of the nonchalant room; well embellished with exquisite carpets; and mammoth curtain shades camouflaging the windowpanes,

  What I did was; to install wacky gizmos all around the ambience; and let sizzling rays of sunshine fumigate the cloistered interiors. 

  In order to break the monotony of incessant sheets of glass; riveted firmly to the silhouette of dressing table,

  What I did was; shatter them into multiple fragments using a sharp stone; then ludicrously laughed at my grotesquely distorted reflection, which emanated.