You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 2

by Nikhil Parekh

  In order to break a colossal pool of placid water; they viciously struck the same with corrugated twigs; engendering a plethora of waves to creep up on the surface,

  In order to break stillness of air; they permeated it with strident tunes of discordant cacophony; emanating from the loudspeaker,

  In order to break the conglomerate of satiny clouds; they marauded the same with poisonous pellets and sharp missiles,

  In order to break the pointed thorn; they pulverized it to pulp; after boiling it in sizzling water,

  In order to break triangular cubes of frozen ice; they kept them under stringent light of the sun; and then waited for the inevitable aftermath to follow,

  In order to break through the fool proof house; they adroitly deactivated the

  incredulous burglar alarm; stepped barefoot without making the slightest of

  sound into the house,

  In order to break the lethal snake; they snapped apart its venomous fangs; rendering it as innocuous as a domicile rabbit,

  In order to break the skull; they banged it tenaciously with a crude bludgeon; dismantling it into incommensurate halves,

  In order to break bonded paper stuck with adhesive glue; they weakened it substantially by applying loads of slippery saliva,

  In order to break intense concentration; they flooded veins in the body with gallons of inebriating alcohol,

  In order to break an individuals moral; they incessantly castigated him; made a baseless mockery of his caricature,

  And in order to break our "PERPETUAL LOVE"; they tried their best attempts

  possible; however miserably floundered; as it was impossible to accomplish the same without taking our lives; and even if they did that; they would yet be unsuccessful; as we would definitely be reborn again; to love each other more intensely than we ever did before.

 

  37. NOSTALGIA 

   

  The fish slithering in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a

  nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean,

  The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for

  growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing tenaciously,

  The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion; had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web; dangling from trees in the amazon forest,

  The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a nostalgia

  for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky,

  The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath the

  ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in fresh air,

  The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds; had a

  nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening rain,

  The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated dungeons; had a

  nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun,

  The lifeless panther embodied in the mammoth photograph; had a nostalgia for

  coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl,

  The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick; had a nostalgia for sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most stupendous form ever,

  The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a nostalgia for bathing in pools of monsoon water,

 

  The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city streets; had a

  nostalgia for wandering languidly in the sandy desert,

  The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of breeze; had

  a nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire,

  The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a nostalgia

  for being sprawled on the saline sea shores,

  The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia every minute

  for inhabiting the opalescent moon,

  The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had a nostalgia

  for whistling past the air at lightening speeds,

  The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia for oozing out from blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow,

  The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for returning back as quickly as possible to blend with their native mud,

  The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had a nostalgia for embracing his departed mother,

  And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia for finding its soul mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and perpetual relationship; till the time it inhaled air and blissfully existed.

  The End