You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 10 Read online

  When I stood in the long queue for marathon hours; with scores of irascible passengers; shuffling across incongruously,

  Disconcertingly poking sensitive avenues of my body; breathing heavily down my nape,

  I wished that time should pass as quickly as a race horse; and my number arrived

  soon at the ticket counter.

  When I walked barefoot on burning embers of crimson fire,

  A myriad of ligaments in my tender skin; got mercilessly scalded,

  I wished for the time to tick rapidly like a palpitating heart; and for the moments

  when I would be perfectly rehabilitated.

  When I sat on the lavatory seat; with my bowels viciously strangulated by obnoxious constipation,

  Infinite droplets of silver sweat dribbling painstakingly down my lips; irregular contractions besieging my stomach,

  I fervently wished for time to gallop like a panther; and for my lungs to be inundated with fresh air suspended outside

  When I worked unrelentingly in the office; scrutinizing bulky manuscripts for typographical errors,

  Posing a monotonous smile to all my seniors; nostalgically reminiscing my childhood days,

  I wished for the time to churn ahead like propelled boat in the sea; and for me to reach my dwelling in one piece.

  When I lay bedraggled on the streets; penurious and deprived of indispensable amenities in life,

  Pangs of hunger reverberating thunderously in my belly; with a dwindling destiny to be confronted,

  I wished for time to leap several years; placing me in the age when I would be exorbitantly affluent; having a silken coat instead of the jute at present engulfing my demeanor.

  When I was a child; scolded on umpteenth occasions by my domineering elders,

  Given parsimonious allowances to sustain life; stringently admonished not

  to remain awake late in the night,

  I wished time traversed as fast as the express train; transforming me into exuberant youth; capable of dictating terms to my compatriots.

  When I lay unconscious in dreaded coma; a deathly blue tinge incorporating my body,

  All fantasy replaced by distressing tribulation in my colossal brain,

  I had an intense wish; for time to zip across like the fastest kangaroo; and for me to

  relinquish life; forever ending the niggling agony.

  And when I was in the arms of my beloved; with her ravishing hair cascading all over my body,

  The supple complexion of her lips caressing my nose; with her mesmerizing voice softly striking against my eardrum,

  I sincerely wished and prayed for minutes to freeze in their advancing footsteps; and this was the only occasion when I incorrigibly wanted the time to stop .

 

 

  38. YOU WERE INDEED MY LOVING WIFE 

  You were my appetizing and delicious cake; without the tiniest globule of red cherry,

  You were my stupendous palace; without the flamboyantly towering chimneys,

  You were my impeccable canister of milk; without the most minuscule trace of cream,

  You were my flute with mesmerizing sound; without the most inconspicuous of

  glamorous beats,

  You were my plate of scintillating ivory; without superfluous carvings embossed in abundance,

  You were my swirling ocean; without the cumbersome and bulky ships polluting

  it every unveiling second,

  You were my sprawling meadows of fresh grass; without glistening dewdrops and

  obnoxious fertilizer,

  You were my breathtaking aircraft in the sky; without the luxuriously adorned

  seats,

  You were my traditional dancer; without any traces of pomp and gliteratti,

  You were my cascading fountain of delectable froth; without spurious

  effervescence and shimmering lights,

  You were my silvery pearl incarcerated within the oyster; without traces of sanctimonious gold,

  You were my ensemble of voluptuous hair; without the slightest aroma of perfumed shampoo,

  You were my candle of pure wax; without artificial fires blazing; emanating

  invidiously from your wick,

  You were my romantic flamingo; without disdainful paint adhered to your wings,

  You were my hard bound book of enchanting fairy tales; without any tinge of

  mystery and adulterated thrill,

  You were my tendrils of redolent musk; without any presence of the mechanized

  room freshener,

  You were my solid brick wall; without vivid color and pretentious graffiti,

  You were my immaculate lines of literature embedded on the blackboard; without

  any mentions of the swanky computer,

  You were my coalition of clouds in the sky; without the most infinitesimal trace of contemporary spacecraft,

  And you were indeed my Loving wife; the girl of my dreams; without the slightest

  of embellishment; passionately breathing rustic draughts of air; smiling far away from the land of ostentation .

 

  39. YOU'LL HAVE TO STAY ALIVE 

  You’ll have to stay alive for the sake of all those leaves; which brushed past

  your dainty skin while you walked in wilderness,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those dreams; you saw every night when in deep sleep,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those droplets of rain; that passionately cascaded down your body; when you stood beneath the clouds,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those nostalgic memories; that reminded you about your past every unleashing minute,

 

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those jokes; that engendered you to thunderously laugh; every time you heard them circulating in proximity,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those clothes; that you vibrantly adorned while dancing unrelentingly; till wee hours of dawn,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those patches of earth; that you inadvertently tread on while achieving your mission,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those things which you felt; transmitting you into waves of unparalleled ecstasy, when you were deserted alone,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those birds which loved your presence in the morning; singing to you their absolutely favorite rhyme,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those dolphins; which leaped in exultation; the moment they witnessed you standing near the shores,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those roses which yielded you their pristine scent; fervently awaited you to water them at dusk,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those butterflies that kissed you nimbly on your cheeks; while making their expeditions towards the open sky,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those eyes that admired every task you accomplished; bolstered your confidence every unfurling hour; in your quest to achieve supremacy,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those idols you vehemently prayed to; which made your life a blissful experience to exist on planet earth,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those people who held your hands; assisted you to cross the streets bustling with obstreperous traffic,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those cow's which fed you with milk every day; grinned at you subtly as you fed them with delectable clusters of green grass,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of all those draughts of wind; that incessantly imparted tenacity to your lungs to contentedly breathe and stay rejuvenated,

  You'll have to stay alive for the sake of the parents who evolved you; raised you this big from the stage of being an inconspicuous little child,

  And more importantly than anything; you'll have to stay alive; for me, as the my heart would relinquish to palpitate; dying a ghastly de
ath the very instant your

  beats separated from mine .

 

 

  40. SHE LOVED ME FOR MY MONEY 

  I filled the bathtub to the brim; with a solution of my crystalline tears, 

  She entered; cleansed her blotted hands in the same; exited as phlegmatically as she had come. 

  I eccentrically plucked infinite hair from my scalp; throwing them in a heap on the cold floor,  

  She swept the same with uncouth ease; into the hollow realms of the fetid dustbin. 

  I peeled intricate arenas of my skin; with fresh blood oozing out from my wounds,  

  She roasted them with salt curry; consuming the appetizing delicacy for nocturnal supper. 

  I banged my fist hard against the formidable wall; developing a plethora of fractured bone,  

  She frigidly tread on the same; exerting unrelenting pressure from her large feet. 

  I inscribed her name on my bare chest; with the chiseled end of a dagger,  

  She laughed boisterously witnessing the same; confronting me with a volley of expletives. 

  I presented her with a bunch of fragrant rose; at the onset of every dawn,  

  She tore the petals with meticulous proficiency; saving the raw buds as natural manure for the plants. 

  I stripped of bulk of my clothing; to cover her in the abysmal freezing winter cold,  

  She shrugged of the same with intrepid nonchalance; to cover her pet sleeping peacefully beside the fire. 

  I ran marathon distances in the sweltering sun; to fetch her cool water,  

  She held the glass for a minute in her hands; spilling its contents completely to blend with disdainful mud.

  I carried her unfathomable distances in the desert; when she was unconscious and in tumultuous anguish,  

  However the moment she woke up; she gave me a cheeky smile; spitting loads of saliva on my face. 

  I fed her like a child when she was ill; contracting lethal virus in her blood,  

  She bludgeoned me with poignant slaps; mutilating my persona; the moment she acquired back her reservoir of strength. 

  I worshipped her like a sacrosanct deity; fantasizing about her all monotonous day and night,  

  She kicked me in my rear like a slave; commanding me to kiss her toes. 

  There was a time when I was blessed with bountiful riches; she then loved me like nobody else,  

  The tyranny of fate today had rendered me exorbitantly penurious; with meager savings to my credit,  

  She had always admired me for my affluence; my insatiable gluttony for embellishing her with gold,  

  And at the reigning moment when I was haplessly struggling on the solitary streets,  

  She wanted me to relinquish breath; as much as she had once upon a time; superficially loved me .

  The End .