You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 2

by Nikhil Parekh

  In order to repair the contemporary timepiece; what was required was a pair of

  lead batteries; engendering white current to flow,

  In order to repair the shattered mirror; what was required was long pieces of pellucid glass; along with a rotund bottle of sticky glue,

  In order to repair the disheveled painting; what was required was an artist blending it with vibrant colors from his brush; transforming its complexion into virtually new,

  In order to repair raw wounds oozing blood; what was required was a sprinkle

  of emollient antiseptic,

  In order to repair the gaping hole in the wall; what was required was articulately sculptured bricks; which could fill the same to perfection,

  In order to repair the discarded aircraft; what was required was to refuel it

  with gasoline; strengthen its tapered wings,

  In order repair burnt hair adorning the scalp; what was required was to tonsure the scalp entirely; to facilitate brand new clusters to grow,

  In order to repair the torn parchment of bonded paper; what was required was

  adhesive tape which held the sheet in a vice like grip,

  In order to repair the earthquake stricken edifices; what was required was to

  dismantle them completely; replacing them with fresh ones having superior

  resistance to shock,

  In order to repair the smashed web of the spider; what was required was to

  feed the beast with lots of insect; thereby granting it strength to spin other one,

  In order to repair wholesome darkness prevailing on this earth; what was required was the omnipotent light of courage shining unrelentingly,

  And in order to repair my broken heart; what was required was a girl who could

  love me intensely; make me oblivious to the horrendous anecdotes and my miseries of the past.

 

  23. THE ARROW OF LOVE 

   

  When an arrow of barbaric iron struck me on my chest; rivulets of blood trickled down rampantly,

  Soft portions of flesh were brutally invaded; and I emitted loud screams of anguish under my vanishing breath.

  When an arrow of glittering gold struck me perilously close to my ribs; I

  initially felt elated at witnessing the opulence embedded,

  However after a while the beats of my heart reduced dramatically; and

  An uncanny numbness seemed to be encompassing my persona.

  When an arrow of acrimonious thorns struck me in my eye; I felt a

  sudden gush of blindness encroach upon my silhouette,

  The world now seemed an obfuscated blur of its original self; and I now

  sighted the dazzling sun in the sky as gruesomely black.

  When an arrow of piquant chili struck me in the center of my nostrils;

  I experienced fuming sensations engulf my breath,

  Eloped as fast as my skinny legs could carry me; to dip my burnt skin in revitalizing water.

  When an arrow of obnoxious tobacco struck me on my lips; the derogatory

  odor made me inevitably cough,

  Some of the derogatory powder had also entered my intricate intestines;

  and I vomited out the poisonous extract with my inebriated eyes feebly

  closing down.

  When an arrow of resplendent silver struck me in my legs; I at the

  onset appreciated the gleam and accentuated shine,

  Although after a few seconds had elapsed; collapsed in a bedraggled

  heap on the stony floor; unable to bear the tyranny anymore.

  When an arrow of pointed glass struck me in my face; indiscriminately

  permeating through my cheek,

  I felt as if stabbed by millions of scorpion tails; lost holistic consciousness instantaneously succumbing to the mighty onslaught.

  When an arrow of golden honey struck me on my rotund stomach; this time

  I felt no pain not even the slightest of discomfort,

  However with rising of the next dawn; a conglomerate of parasites and

  leech had camouflaged my skin from the world; greedily sucking the nectar as

  well as long pieces of my bone.

  When an arrow of charred wood struck me in my shoulder; it mercilessly

  ripped apart the protruding muscle,

  Made sooty indentations on my sparkling complexion; sapping away

  exuberant sources of energy from my demeanor.

  And eventually when the "ARROW OF LOVE"  struck me in the middle of my

  forehead; I felt mystical sensations inundate my soul,

  There was a revolutionary stirring which occurred in my heart; making me completely forgetful to the heaps of tribulation I had suffered just minutes before,

  Drowning me into an ocean of celestial harmony; a land where there existed nothing else but an insatiable spirit to romantically exist and care.

 

  24. GLASS OF LOVE 

   

  When I drank water in a glass of composite mud; the liquid tasted

  ravishing; with my reflection wavering erratically in it,

  However it contained tinges of dissolved sand; and was a trifle salty

  for my liking.

  When I drank water in a glass of deplorable copper; the liquid appeared

  blurred in the prevailing darkness,

  And when I sipped it; it had a stale odor of the rusty surface it had adhered to for many hours.

  When I drank water in a glass of pure bamboo; the liquid looked glistening and

  mesmerizing under the sun,

  Although even after consuming it completely; I still felt that my bowels were

  yet famished and incorrigibly demanded more.

  When I drank water in a glass of yellow molded gold; the liquid inside displayed a scintillating shine; dazzling brilliantly in the most sequestered of room,

  However it miserably floundered to pacify my thirst; as I was heavily circumspect in devouring the costly water.

  When I drank water in a glass of hardened plastic; the liquid seemed to be

  overwhelming still without the slightest of ripple,

  But the tangy flavor was blatantly absent; and I didn’t relish one sip of what

  I had just swallowed.

  When I drank water in a glass of bombastic diamonds; the liquid looked as if

  shimmering profusely under the moon,

  Although an uncanny feeling enveloped my stomach; a feeling as if I had

  Eaten the glittering diamonds.

  When I drank water in a glass of pencil lead; the liquid inside looked obnoxiously black; readily acquiring the color of its vessel,

  And I felt like puking it out with ferocious intensity; after having dubiously

  gulped it.

  When I drank water in a glass of broad green leaf; the liquid inside resembled

  the perennial pastures sprawling over the valley,

  But alongwith it there entered a fleet of invisible insects in my throat; and

  I shivered inadvertently envisaging the aftermath of disease.

  When I drank water in a glass of heavy stone; the liquid pretty normal to

  drink,

  However lifting the glass proved to be a bit cumbersome; and I felt a

  bit perturbed by the flimsy effort.

  And eventually when I drank water in the "GLASS OF OUR LOVE"; blending

  it with a concoction of her heavenly tears,

  The water tasted as sweet as never before; as impeccable as sacrosanct god; as exotic as the gyrating fairies in the sky; and it instantly put me into an inevitable slumber.

 

  25. THE TENACITY OF MY LOVE 

   

  Even If you were an obdurate stone; with loads of callousness embedded

  rigidly in your persona,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transformed you into

  Molten wax rampantly dripping down; eventually blendi
ng with the earth.

  Even if you were the dry desert; harboring a plethora of acrimonious

  cactus and violently blistering winds,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; inundated you with

  fresh water; imparting a perennial wetness to your sands.

  Even if you were the satanic demon; with your armory of brutal teeth

  scintillating wickedly under the moon,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; brought about a

  dramatic metamorphosis in you; converting you into an immaculate angel.

  Even if you were the incorrigible dictator; rebuking all in proximity

  with your volley of expletives and commands,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; pacified you

  overwhelmingly; exonerated the bitterness in your voice.

  Even if you were deadly poison; causing instantaneous death on

  consumption,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; completely annihilated

  your venom; making you as sweet as golden nectar.

  Even if you were pallid paint sticking languidly to the walls;

  propagating waves of disparaging gloom in the ambience,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; impregnated you with

  brilliantly vibrant color; made you profoundly smile.

  Even if you were poignant green chili; thunderously shouting expending

  supreme capacity of your lungs,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transmuted you into

  innocuous sugar; irrefutably sweet in taste.

  Even if you were the viciously lethal reptile; baring your fangs at me

  with utter hostility,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; changed you into the

  resplendent fish; gliding sedately through the swirling ocean.

  Even if you were blazing volcano; torching all those who came even

  centimeters near you; devouring innocent humans in your fiery belly like

  inconspicuous insects,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; transfigured you into

  the melodious stream weaving its way enchantingly through meadows of soft

  grass.

  And even if you were the idol of horrendous hatred; ostracizing

  humanity severely for its benevolent deeds,

  I would make sure that the tenacity of my love; rekindled in you the

  essence of sharing; the insatiable urge to caress and care.

 

  26. YOU LIVED IN MY HEART 

   

  You lived in my intricate eyes when I saw the world; taught me to

  discerningly distinguish between the good and evil,

  You lived in my ears when I listened to sound; made me stringently

  aware of the most minuscule of voice in proximity,

  You lived in my feet when I traversed the parched earth; making sure

  that my toes remained reinvigorated at all times,

  You lived in my fingers when I wrote literature; making me chisel sheer

  magic out of nondescript words,

  You lived in my stomach when I swallowed food; assisting me to

  scrupulously digest the same,

  You lived in my nails when I scratched the wall; imparting me with the

  tenacity to peel off the pallid paint,

  You lived in my tongue when I spoke; blessing me with the tact of

  producing a melodious noise,

  You lived in my nostrils when I breathed air; seeing to it that the

  purest part of it entered the jacket of my lungs,

  You lived in my veins when they pumped crimson blood; ensuring that it

  flowed rambunctiously all throughout the day,

  You lived in my throat when I gulped cool water; facilitating it to

  smoothly cascade down my neck,

  You lived in my luscious lips when I smiled; making it appear

  profoundly incarcerating in front of the audience,

  You lived in my slender bones as I grew; impregnating them with tones

  of calcium; making me audaciously confront the most bizarre of situation,

  You lived in my armory of teeth when I masticated my meals; making sure

  that I crushed each obdurate morsel into silken chowder,

  You lived in my mind when I tried to contemplate; providing me with the

  most adept solution to my baffling enigma,

  You lived in my scalp every time I felt like caressing it; incorporating the

  follicles of my hair with resplendent shine,

  You lived in the wildest of my fantasies; the most weirdest of my

  dreams; making it wholesomely sure that they didn’t cause me any harm,

  You lived in the lines embossed on the back of my palm; chalking my

  destiny to be as bright as possible,

  You lived in my sweat as it dribbled down my cheeks; inundating it with

  a perennial shine,

  You lived in my scent as the day unveiled itself into shivering night;

  embedding my persona with an everlasting essence,

  And most importantly you lived in my heart invincibly imprisoned; as it

  had absolutely no vacancy for any other entity to exist.

 

  27. ROPE OF LOVE 

   

  When they tied me in ropes of slender steel; mercilessly cupping my

  hands in an airtight embrace,

  I felt submerged by disparaging despair in the beginning; although

  after a while I used my ingenuity and managed to wriggle out completely free

  from my bondage.

  When they wound me in ropes of sparkling diamonds; the acerbic edges of

  stone pricked me severely in my veins,

  I was a blend of tribulation and supreme rhapsody at witnessing the

  jewels; although after a few hours I astutely succeeded to chisel the same and

  hastily absconded.

  When they strangulated me in ropes of threadbare rubber; securely tying

  my hands and feet,

  I felt the breath imprisoned in my chest stifling every unleashing

  minute; although I somehow achieved to find a rusty knife; eloped like the

  frisky giraffe after chafing my ropes.

  When they enmeshed me in ropes of acrimonious thorns; the stinging

  nettles made me profusely bleed,

  I felt an obfuscated blur encircle my eyes; although after a few

  determined gasps; I opened my barricades insurmountably flexing my muscles; and

  decamped surreptitiously via the boundless ocean.

  When they tethered me uncouthly in ropes of live snakes; with the

  hooded monster snaring its venomous fangs on my cheek,

  I felt an armory of Goosebumps creep up on my skin; sweat dribbling

  like torrential rain from my body; although in the end I was able to defeat

  my lethal adversary; and fled for my life as fast as those tiny legs of

  mine could carry me.

  When they enslaved me in ropes of thick tree roots; a plethora of worms

  and pugnacious ants crawled on my body from the same,

  I initially felt miserable with the insects abhorrently tickling my

  flesh; although a few minutes of intense contemplation; I was able to unwind

  the knots; and galloped as speedily as I could from the dense jungle.

  When they captivated me in ropes of blistering iron; stuffing my mouth

  with tones of fetid cotton,

  I thought this was going to be my last day of holistic survival;

  although within seconds I discovered a gas stove nearby; judiciously used the

  flames to snap open my chains and then transgressed through the heavy door to

  escape.

  When they incarcerated me in ropes of
coarse cloth; hanging me upside

  down with my feet tautly kissing the tall ceiling,

  I started perceiving the world as being grotesquely distorted; although

  after a few breaths I used my teeth to acrobatically open my chords; and fled

  the disdainful scenario; leaping through partially open window.