You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 3

by Nikhil Parekh

  46. TANTALISING MY HEART 

   

  Tantalizing my impoverished eyes; was her ingratiatingly ravishing belly; as she swished like the ultimate seductress of ecstatic fantasy; through the glorious curtainspread of the pristine forests,

  Tantalizing my diminutive lips; was her fabulously enamoring smile; as she majestically bequeathed upon her magical grace; upon every step that she royally

  trespassed through,

  Tantalizing my indigently bedraggled palms; was her sensuously titillating flesh; as she blossomed like an impeccable fairy; disseminating the essence of humanity on every particle of the rhapsodic atmosphere; that she tenderly caressed,

  Tantalizing my rustically bohemian feet; were her unsurpassably delectable fingertips; as she weaved a trail of poignantly euphoric compassion; to magnificently metamorphose my treacherously beleaguered life,

  Tantalizing my blearily exhausted eardrum; was her exotically spell binding voice; as she marvelously whispered the secrets of a charismatically enigmatic existence; at the crack of every seductively ethereal dawn,

  Tantalizing my devastatingly dithering teeth; was her immaculately shimmering nape; as she swirled piquantly in a garden of unfathomably gregarious rose; surrendering herself in wholesome totatlity to the mists of unprecedented desire,

  Tantalizing my uncouthly estranged tastebuds; was the captivating softness in her melodious touch; as she bounced exhilaratingly on the carpet of untamed yearning; for centuries incomprehensible,

  Tantalizing my staggeringly famished veins; was her unassailable ardor to propel forward in life; patriotically march towards the corridors of irrefutable triumph; to spawn and sparkle a holistically vibrant tomorrow,

  Tantalizing my painstakingly withering tongue; was her candidly explicit speech; as she divulged the innermost recesses of her heart; to bloom into a fountain of ubiquitous honesty and unequivocal humanity,

  Tantalizing my pathetically shriveled spine; was her voluptuously sizzling reflection; as she spun the tale of our everlastingly mesmerizing romance; to blend with the paradise of bountiful glory in blue sky,

  Tantalizing my ludicrously barren scalp; was the rhythmic cadence of her daintily plodding footsteps; as she frolicked like an impeccable angel behind the

  inscrutably starlit gorges; with each of her flaming senses; profusely intertwined with mine,

  Tantalizing my lecherously exhausted brain; was her relentless repertoire of tingling fantasies; as she vivaciously danced in a fathomless myriad of blissful forms; in every divinely dream of mine,

  Tantalizing my ridiculously sagging shoulders; was her insatiable fervor to unflinchingly confront the most acrimonious of obstacles; tower tall as the fortress

  of philanthropism for countless more births to fantastically unveil,

  Tantalizing my worthlessly sinking destiny; was her benign disposition to embrace one and all alike in inexplicable misery; as she dedicated each instant of her immaculately heavenly life; to the service of dwindling mankind,

  Tantalizing my cacophonically rickety legs; was her profound vigor to stand by the path of impregnable righteousness; as she chanted the miraculous mantras of a united existence; till the time she abnegated her last breath,

  Tantalizing my despondently dejected conscience; was the invincibly truthful glow in the whites of her Omnipotent eyes; as she sacrificed herself to a billion bizarre deaths; just to wonderfully diffuse the priceless scent of goodness,

  Tantalizing my worthlessly wandering soul; was her unconquerable imagery of timelessly coalesced brotherhood; as she harmoniously galloped forward with

  her comrades in distress; bonded in threads of perennial solidarity,

  Tantalizing my gloomily disappearing breath; was her unbelievable fortitude to excel in every benevolent sphere of life; as she blazed like an ebullient inferno of unstoppable newness; defying the baseless norms of the murderously conventional society,

  And tantalizing my nonchalantly disgruntled heart; was her ocean of immortally celestial love; as she incarcerated me forever in the realms of her resplendent chest; taught me forever to love; love and boundlessly exist; only for the sacrosanct spirit of

  holy love .

  47. TRUE ROMANCE 

   

  True silence is when you; profusely concentrated for hours immemorial on the mystically lingering voice of your righteous conscience,

  True adolescence is when you; start feeling that you were no longer that immaculate child frolicking once upon a time; in the sacrosanct lap of your mother,

  True perseverance is when you; work unflinchingly under sweltering rays of the Sun; earn your bread at the cost of your blood; amidst a pack of hostile wolves,

  True effervescence  is when you; voraciously splash both your hands and feet in euphorically swirling and tangy ocean water,

  True diligence is when you; remain committed to your mission; even after it was successfully completed,

  True obeisance is when you; humbly bow down before the people you revere; wholesomely shrugging all your pompously inflated mountain of pretentions,

  True penance is when you; feel really sorry from the inner most realms of the soul; are ready to do anything to rectify your horrifically treacherous sins,

  True benevolence is when you; philanthropically donate to your fellow compatriots in inexplicable pain; even you are shivering on the tenterhooks of abrupt extinction,

  True disturbance is when you; keep murmuring something irascibly pertinent under your breath; while the other person is trying to profoundly emphasize upon his

  point of view,

  True pretence is when you; act like an irrefutably unconquerable king; even when you didn’t posses the capacity to hear your own voice,

  True reverence is when you; insurmountably cherish the memories of your beloved; even countless centuries after their death,

  True cadence is when you; rhythmically measure every beat you sing; to the most astronomical degree of perfection with the melodious wind,

  True malevolence is when you; hate a person to the most unprecedented limits; even in your ethereally fading nocturnal dreams,

  True vengeance is when you; take infinite births to take revenge from the person who traumatized you; if at all this birth proved futile,

  True fragrance is when you; profusely smelt the exotically blossoming lotus; let its redolence altruistically diffuse in every corner of this Universe,

  True prudence is when you; contemplated to the fullest capacity of your ingeniously god gifted mind; were able to perceive beyond the most fathomless of times,

  True renaissance is when you; intrepidly motivated your entire country to rise against the lecherously evil; annihilate even the most tiniest trace of heinous evil from the belly of mother earth,

  True distance is when you; inevitably cant bond with the love of your life; even when you lived just whisker lengths of breath away,

  True existence is when you; lead each day of unveiling life to its absolute fullest; instilled the same wave of palpably exuberant life in each of your fellow human beings,

  And true romance is when you; could do anything for the person whom you loved on this planet; stand beside her even when she was about to enter her grace and you

  still had countless more births destined of precious life .

   

   

   

 

  48. I PREFERRED TO CALL 

   

  I preferred to call smoke;  ONLY SMOKE; as it was disdainfully dirty and horrendously polluted the serene carpets of atmosphere,

  I preferred to call the stone ONLY STONE; as it was bereft of the slightest of empathy; stared in morbid silence for hours immemorial towards the blanket of

  stars,

  I preferred to call the pig ONLY PIG; as it prolifically disseminated and perpetuated filth in every mesmerizing path it transgressed,

  I preferred to call the knife ONLY KNIFE; as it harbored the virtue of indiscr
iminate blood; ghastily ripped through innocent flesh at diabolical will,

  I preferred to call a chunk of obnoxious sewage ONLY SEWAGE;  as it punctuated the rhapsodic air with an unfathomably repulsive perfume,

  I preferred to call a tornado ONLY TORNADO; as it mercilessly annihilated the most minuscule trace of life existing on this planet,

  I preferred to call an earthquake ONLY EARTHQUAKE; as it gobbled up immaculate entities in the swirl of its viciously reverberating tremors,

  I preferred to call an avalanche ONLY AVALANCHE; as it impregnated an inexplicable wave of deathly chill in all those tangible scattered around; treacherously

  engulfed heavenly children in cloudbursts of satanic snow,

  I preferred to call the thorn ONLY THORN;  as it invidiously pierced unsuspecting skin; propelled a flurry of hysterical tears to dribble down the cheeks,

  I preferred to call the footprint ONLY FOOTPRINT; as it triggered in me an inexorable nostalgia for the past; faded into obsolete wisps of nothingness with

  the tiniest draught of wind,

  I preferred to call the frown ONLY FROWN;  as it embodied a cloud of pathetic gloom in blissful entities seated around; dreadfully disrupted the harmony of God's divinely creation,

  I preferred to call vulture ONLY VULTURE; as it insidiously plucked the flesh of my revered compatriots who had celestially relinquished breath to depart for their heavenly abode,

  I preferred to call the dustbin ONLY DUSTBIN; as it profusely fostered overwhelmingly crumpled fragments; which decimated traces of exuberant energy,

  I preferred to call the dungeon ONLY DUNGEON; as it ruthlessly abdicated all forms of vivaciously blistering sunlight; rotting in perennial darkness; bringing euphoric man closer to his grave,

  I preferred to call bombastic slang ONLY SLANG; as it hideously overpowered the rustically holistic rudiments of an individual; made him wholesomely oblivious to even the place where he was born,

  I preferred to call poison ONLY POISON; as it snapped the fangs of precious existence; with its lethally abominable venom,

  I preferred to call the devil ONLY DEVIL; as he dared the audacity to raise his savagely senseless head in front of my Omnipresent Creator,

  But I preferred to call my Mother; as Mom; Mamma; Mummy; Mommy; Ma and an infinite other names from the repertoire of God; as she was the entity who had given

  me birth to witness and relish this fabulous world,

  And I preferred to call my Beloved; as sweetheart; darling; revered wife; dreamgirl; poetry; and an infinite other names in the treasury of Almighty Lord; as she was the very reason that I was breathing life this very moment; infact would continue to live even if the planet failed to be born again.

 

  49. BRINGING A SMILE ON YOUR FACE 

   

  The doctor brought a smile on your face; by his flurry of boisterously potent medicines,

  The magician brought a smile on your face; by his fathomless myriad of stupendously enchanting tricks,

  The clouds brought a smile on your face; by showering upon your impeccable persona; with glistening globules of euphoric rain,

  The farmer brought a smile on your face; by sharing with you a festoon of majestically sparkling rubicund fruit,

  The grandiloquent pen brought a smile on your face; by embossing boundless lines of exquisite calligraphy on sheets of your treacherously barren exam paper,

  The birds brought a smile on your face; by soaring vivaciously amidst exuberantly blue bits of silver sky,

  The waves brought a smile on your face; by dissipating into a cloudburst of poignantly tangy forth; clashing against the chain of cold blooded rocks in

  overwhelmingly rhapsodic frenzy,

  The Sun brought a smile on your face; by playing hide and seek with your immaculately fluttering eyelashes; striking your innocuous eyeballs with its marvelously dazzling light,

  The nightingale brought a smile on your face; by its ingratiatingly captivating voice; filtering a path of irrefutable melody in the vicinity of your intricate ears,

  The pilot brought a smile on your face; by transporting you through the blissfully ecstatic clouds; with profusely pearly rays of the moon now at whisker lengths from your countenance,

  The cow brought a smile on your face; by impregnating your demeanor with astronomical spurts of invincible fortification,

  The lotus brought a smile on your face; by dissipating its incredulously rejuvenating fragrance to every corner of your thoroughly flabbergasted bones,

  The watchman brought a smile to your face; by guarding you like an unconquerable fortress; while you snored in the realms of mesmerizing fantasy all night,

  The bee brought a smile to your face; by inundating your palms with unfathomably gorgeous streams of ebullient honey,

  The horse brought a smile to your face; by embarking you upon your exhilarating expedition; of the supremely verdant and enigmatic countryside,

  The appetizing morsels of steaming broth brought a smile on your face; by wholesomely placating pangs of hunger fulminating more abnormally than the volcano; every second in your stomach,

  The pair of voluptuously seductive lips brought a smile on your face; by igniting infernos of insatiable desire in your body; as they brushed across your chest,

  The mother brought a smile on your face; by giving you birth and the tenacity to unflinchingly confront the most diabolical aspect of tyrannical existence,

  The Almighty Lord brought a smile on your face; by granting you a right to celestially survive as one of his infinite molecules,

  And the Beloved brought a smile on your face; by her irrefutably sacred virtue of immortal love; that kept you always smiling for countless more births even after your death .

 

  50. DON’T TALK TO TWO LOVERS 

   

  Don’t talk to the boundlessly barren bits of sky; talk to its garlands of vivaciously mystical clouds; instead,

  Don’t talk to the fathomlessly deep ocean; talk to its majestically swirling waves; instead,

  Don’t talk to the lackadaisically stretched desert; talk to its royally blossoming festoon of cactus; instead,

  Don’t talk to the monotonously sprawled blankets of mirror; talk to its enigmatically alluring reflection; instead,

  Don’t talk to the gigantically curved stoical tree; talk to its conglomerate of stupendously enchanting leaves; instead,

  Don’t talk to the sonorously snobbish artist; talk to his myriad of incredulously absorbing paintings; instead,

  Don’t talk to the insurmountably timid twin horned cow; talk to its pail of impeccably shimmering milk; instead,

  Don’t talk to the unfathomably tired and grizzly haired old man; talk to his insatiable nostalgia and overwhelming yearning for the past; instead,

  Don’t talk to the hideously sinister spider; talk to its mesmerizing strands of silken web which swayed exuberantly with the breeze; instead,

  Don’t talk to the stringently suspended coat of thick skin; talk to its relentless infernos of unsurpassable desire; instead,

  Don’t talk to the shriveled petals of the indiscriminately trampled lotus; talk to their

  irrefutably exotic scent that still drifted for times immemorial in the atmosphere; instead,

  Don’t talk to the country sandwiched as a rigidly aligned dot on the map; talk to its people who transpired its freedom; instead,

  Don’t talk to the gruesomely morbid and perilous night; talk to its resplendent coat of seductively tantalizing stars; instead,

  Don’t talk to the rustically indigenous and shaggily attired soldier; talk to his tales of immortal triumph; instead,

  Don’t talk to the indefatigably treacherous mountain slopes; talk to its grandiloquently sculptured summit; glistening under the golden Sun; instead,

  Don’t talk to the battalion of inexorably bored and lackluster twigs, talk to their flamboyantly crackling flames of rhapsodic fire; instead,

  Don’t talk to th
e monstrously diabolical chameleon; talk to its unbelievable barrage of vividly changing colors instead,

  Don’t talk to the dictatorial definitions of pragmatic life; talk to its labyrinth of exhilarating anecdotes; instead,