You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 7

by Nikhil Parekh

  Somewhere amidst the ensemble of dead bodies incarcerated in stone coffins; there exists sporadic incidences of fresh life,

  Somewhere in the midst of bedraggled urchins incessantly begging for alms; there lives a jeweled prince,

  Somewhere in the smoldering ashes of crackling fire; there exists the newly born child,

  Somewhere in the thick of intense corruption; abysmal incidences of unsurpassable lechery; there exists a solitarily honest man,

  Somewhere in gruesome darkness for a million kilometers in the jungle; there exists a minuscule beam of stringent light,

  Somewhere amidst a consortium of satanic devils trying to destroy the earth; there exists the omniscient creator,

  And somewhere in this mundane world; with blood sucking individuals inhabiting every nook and cranny; there exists an unbiased girl who can love me like no one else ever did; making me feel every unfurling minute that I was alive. 

   

   

 

  14. COMPASSIONATELY IN LOVE

  I saw her mesmerizing face in the walls; while pouring sizzling tea in my

  cup,

  Although I soon realized that I was rampantly fantasizing; as the steaming

  liquid burnt my skin; spilling over the immaculate material of my trousers.

  I saw her magnanimous silhouette in the rocks; while driving my car through

  circuitous routes of the valley,

  Although I soon realized that it was a figment of my imagination; as the car

  swerved violently colliding with the hand rail; overlooking a few thousand

  feet into panoramic space.

  I saw her jelly blue eyes while walking on each vehicle; while walking through

  the congested street,

  Although I soon realized that I was dreaming under the sun; as compact cars

  whizzed inches from my body; leaving clouds of black smoke for me to inhale.

  I saw her honey coated red lips in the wall; as I languidly strolled through

  the interiors of the mystical palace,

  Although I soon realized that I was out of tangible senses; as I violently

  barged against the iron doors; tripping neatly over a jugglery of intricate

  furniture.

  I saw her dainty feet embedded with jingling bells; as I sat peacefully at the

  precarious edge of the bridge,

  Although I soon realized that I was drowned in a reverie; as I plummeted down;

  losing my stoical composure to blend with the chilly waters of the river.

  I saw her ravishing hair flowing in the gentle breeze; as I ruminated on my

  past while cooking food,

  Although I soon realized that I was romanticizing a bit too much; when eerie

  whistle of the pressure cooker inundated my sensitive ears.

  I saw her smiling revealing her magnanimous teeth; while playing cricket with

  the sun god shining above my head,

  Although I soon realized that I was in seventh heaven; when the hard ball

  struck me on my chin; giving my face a ghastly black swollen look.

  I saw the vivacious outlines of her eyebrows; while writing my examinations,

  Although I soon realized that I was wistfully perceiving; when the slender

  cane of my professor lashed stringently on my scalp.

  I saw her rubicund cheeks embossed with blemishes; while lifting bulky weights

  in the gym,

  Although I soon realized that I was intensely dreaming in the day; when the

  heavy bars landed with an abrupt thud on my chest.

  I saw her in part and whole; throughout the monotonous day; in my dreams; and

  in every person I met; irrespective of caste and creed,

  Yes O! divine creator; you know as well as I do; the only reason behind my

  absurd behavior; was that I was compassionately in love . 

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  15. THE THING 

   

  The thing as frigid as a dead follicle of hair; was indiscreet hatred,

  The thing as disdainful as the bathroom cockroach; was illicit smuggling,

  The thing as pale as the dilapidated wall; was overwhelming prejudice,

  The thing as resplendent as the pearly moon; was a gregarious smile on the

  luscious lips,

  The thing as morose as the broken branch of the tree; was tumultuous sorrow

  blended with grief,

  The thing as transparent as the crystal mountain stream; was unsolicited truth,

  The thing as bankrupt as a bedraggled beggar; was pugnacious enmity,

  The thing as innocuous as the hazel eyed monkey; was the cry of a small

  child,

  The thing as volatile as hot green chili; was immensely provoked anger,

  The thing as sweet as freshly prepared nectar; was the voice of the benevolent

  propagating humanity,

  The thing as blotted as the abysmally dark waters of the gutter;

  was indiscriminately brutal crime,

  The thing as cold as frozen pulp of icecream; was blatant jealousy,

  The thing as nostalgic as the oblivious past; was indefatigable fantasies of

  the brain,

  The thing as sizzling as ravishing brown crustacean coffee; was stupendous

  exultation,

  The thing as inflated as a gas balloon; was ostentatious pride,

  The thing as appeasing as appetizing morsels of food; was philanthropic

  friendship which fortified by the minute,

  The thing as vociferous as a barking dog; was insatiable hunger which arose

  sporadically in the stomach,

  The thing as infinite as the boundaries of the emerald ocean; was ubiquitous humanity,

  The thing as inevitably intoxicating as liquor; was unfathomable greed,

  The thing as venomous as the sting of a scorpion; was racial discrimination,

  The thing as preposterously huge as the impeccable dolphin; was

  empathy towards fellow beings,

  The thing as starved as scorched sands of the desert; was the ominously

  diabolic devil,

  And the thing as impeccable as white pearls impregnated in oyster shells; as

  effusive as thunderous rain pelting down; was perpetual love . 

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  16. IMPRISONED 

   

  I had dirt imprisoned in my nails; which seemed all the more abashing when I

  stood in the limelight; confronting public,

  I had scores of dandruff imprisoned in my scalp; prompting me to inevitably

  scratch; although it blended strikingly with my black coat,

  I had tumultuous strength imprisoned in my clenched fists; having stupendous

  power to decimate impostors swindling the innocent,

  I had eloquence imprisoned in my throat; which made me chant melodious rhymes

  of synchronized music,

  I had tenacity imprisoned in my emphatic eyes; which pos
sessed the prowess to

  melt the supremely intransigent,

  I had a frivolous smile imprisoned in my luscious lips; which seemed all the more profound; when I encountered ravishing beauty,

  I had a jugglery of obdurate muscle imprisoned in my legs; enabling me to traverse long distance in acerbic sun; bereft of a vehicle,

  I had millions of hair imprisoned in my skin; cushioning me from uncouth blows

  of the society,

  I had salubrious blood imprisoned in my intricate veins; instilling in me the

  strength to sustain life,

  I had a crimson pink tongue imprisoned in my mouth; granting me the

  indispensable ability of speech,

  I had a bulky wallet imprisoned in my trouser pocket; making me feel

  despicable; when I stripped it of its currency,

  I had a flamboyant horse imprisoned in my stables; on which I used to sit and

  gallivant through the mountains,

  I had infinite lines imprisoned at the back of my palm; which audaciously

  portrayed my destiny to unleash,

  I had unfathomable cells imprisoned in my finely chiseled brain; blessing me

  with the capacity to decode the most baffling of enigmas,

  I had golden droplets of sweat imprisoned in my armpits; inundating the placid

  surroundings with unbearable stench,

  I had tones of air imprisoned in my inflated lungs; which made me breathe;

  relish every unveiling second of life,

  I had yellow enamel camouflaging my teeth; making it impossible for me to

  smile,

  I had nostalgic memories imprisoned in my subconscious mind; as I ruefully

  reminisced all those moments when I was young,

  And most importantly; superseding all things; I had her love imprisoned in my

  heart; which bestowed upon me the impetus to blissfully live; fight for justice in this nonchalant world .

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

   

  17. I WOULD CONSIDER MYSELF THE RICHEST 

   

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the eyes of

  truth,

  Able to judiciously discriminate between; the good and obnoxiously evil inhabiting remote corners of the globe.

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed egalitarian

  arms,

  Ready to embrace those in severe affliction; without the baseless fear of

  getting stained and dirty.

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the power of

  mystical clairvoyance,

  Able to prognosticate the ominous events to unveil; saving the earth from

  possible disaster.

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed a phlegmatic

  voice,

  Capable of pacifying those engulfed with inexplicable distress; put all children without parents to sleep.

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could leap from

  astronomical heights of the bridge into the river,

  Save scores of innocuous children from drowning; embed their terrorized faces

  with mischievous smiles.

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed feet which

  could withstand the most onerous of load,

  Carry the ones crippled; making them witness the most mesmerizing avenues of

  the world.

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed clusters of

  teeth capable of extracting venom;

  Evacuating the most lethal of poison from the body of the dying; rejuvenating

  them with fresh doors of hope.

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I possessed the prowess

  of assassinate the most evanescent of corruption prevailing,

  Liberating the impoverished from impregnable clutches of slavery; granting

  them the supreme distinction of breathing free air.

  I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could stay awake all

  night;

  Incessantly guarding those who were philanthropic; ever ready to propagate the

  benevolent cause of humanity.

  And I would consider myself the richest man on earth; if I could possess and

  incarcerate the love I so vehemently desired,

  Help all residing on land; to get the dream partner of their own choice . 

   

   

 

 

  18. THE PLATE OF LOVE 

   

  When there was appetizing fruit placed on a plate of scintillating silver; I

  didn’t feel like eating,

  I was a trifle too busy contemplating the price of the plate; though there was

  nothing wrong with the food.

  When I was served immaculately ravishing noodles on a plate of pure gold; I

  didn’t feel like eating,

  I was afraid of impregnating blotches on the plate; when I caressed it with my

  bohemian hands; though there were pangs of hunger reverberating in my stomach.

  When I was served a blend of Italian cheese and cucumber on a plate of crystal

  studded with diamonds; I didn’t feel like eating,

  I was intensely absorbed in decoding my reflection in the glistening jewels; though the sight of the delicacy made my mouth water.

  When I was served a steaming curry of pungent soup on a plate of intricately

  chiseled marble; I didn’t feel like eating,

  I was heavily circumspect on staining the marble in the process of eating; though the concoction looked immensely sumptuous.

  When I was served roasted almonds juxtaposed with honey on a plate of pure

  sapphire; I didn’t feel like eating,

  I was completely lost admiring the dazzling radiance of stone; though there

  were insatiable desires to tenaciously chew the same.

  When I was served sliced onions wound with blood red radish on a plate of

  flocculent satin; I didn’t feel like eating,

  I was skeptical that its contents would spill over the sheets; though there

  was a niggling pain in my fingers to snatch the food.

  When I was served a bunch of succulent violet grapes on a plate of exquisite

  rosewood; I didn’t feel like eating,

  I was mesmerized by the plethora of designs embossed in the wood; though there

  were grinding sensations in my fortress of teeth.

  When I was served a chocolate brown plum cake strewn with cherry on a plate of

  voluptuous lotus; I didn’t feel like eating,

  I was lost in the heavenly fragrance of the flower; though my mouth watered

  unrelentingly like a starved pig.

  When I was served simmering chicken transposed with green leaf on a plate of

  snake leather; I didn’t feel like eating,

  I was enchanted by the satiny complexion of the skin; though my eyes popped

  out of their sockets at witnessing the food.

  And eventually when I was served a nutritious agglomerate of curd and rice on

  a plate stitched with threads of our impregnable love; my beloved feeding me

  with her dainty fingers,

  I cupidly gobbled the same in no time; compensating for my previous failures;

  food had never tasted so tasty before,

  As it did when she fed me recounting tales of her childhood .

 

  19. USE YOUR HEART 

   

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nbsp; Use your nails to scratch stale paint from walls; peel off the rust from

  indispensable commodities for survival,

  Use your toes to poke someone frivolously in the ribs; hoist intricate pieces

  of cloth strewn on the floor,

  Use your eyes to distinguish between the sacrosanct and the devil; swirling

  them rampantly in all directions to grasp the beauty of the universe,

  Use your fingers to scribble infinite lines of literature; seize all those in

  a vise like grip trying to massacre the law,

  Use your legs to walk unrelentingly in the sun; indiscriminately kick all

  those pernicious impediments that confront your way,

  Use your nose to breathe in gallons of fresh air; detect fragrance and

  obnoxious stench in the atmosphere with equality,

  Use your arms to embrace all those afflicted with pain; profusely loving the