You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 7 Read online

  In order to break the monotony of the placid river; flowing languidly from bank to bank,

  What I did was; to voraciously move my fishing rod in the water; thereby producing a flurry of mesmerizing ripples. 

  In order to break the monotony of work; unrelenting browsing through scores of office records,

  What I did was; to take a brisk walk along the seaside; with the frothy waves delectably striking my weary eyes. 

  And in order to break the monotony of my heart; palpitating at regular speeds all throughout the sweltering day,

  What I did was; to marry the girl of my dreams; and then philander with her in a space rocket; exuberantly making it throb a hundred beats faster.

 

  8. 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.

 

  9. CAN YOU FIND ME 

   

  Can you find me a wave; which does not wet the sandy shores even after nimbly striking them,

  Can you find me a lavender lotus; which does not emanate fragrance even after ripening to a full blossom,

  Can you find me a solitary patch of cloud in the sky; which does not shower inclement rain; even after acquiring shades of hideous black,

  Can you find me a stone; which does not produce a clanging noise even after colliding thunderously with the obdurate ground,

  Can you find me a snake; which does not bare its venomous fangs; even after getting intensely provoked,

  Can you find me a chunk of rosewood; which does not decay; even after being submerged incessantly in fetid water,

  Can you find me a leech; which does not suck blood; even after clinging to naked patches of skin,

  Can you find me a balloon; which does not get deflated; even after being pricked by a pointed iron needle,

  Can you find me a crystal diamond; which does not shine; even after being vigorously polished,

  Can you find me a globule of white sugar; which does not impart a sweet taste; even after being tenaciously chewed,

  Can you find me a spider; which does not spin its silken web; even after being placed in a cozy ambience of densely foliated trees,

  Can you find me a cardigan; which does not provide warmth in winter; even after being stitched with fibers of pure sheep wool,

  Can you find me a spring; which incorrigibly refrains to compress; even after application of unrelenting pressure,

  Can you find me a matchstick; which flounders to ignite; even after brushing against the surface of acerbic crusty paper,

  Can you find me a shoe; which does not leave a footprint; even after scrupulously transgressing the wet earth,

  Can you find me a tomato; which does not erupt into multiple fragments of red; even after squashing it savagely with feet,

  Can you find me a rotund marble; which does not roll; even after being left on an impeccably smooth floor,

  Can you find me a pellucid mirror; which does not reflect beams of white light; even after holding it stringently beneath the scintillating sun,

  Can you find me a building; whose foundations do not dither; even after facing the onslaught of the tumultuous earthquake,

  Can you find me a river; which does not rambunctiously flow; even after plummeting down from the slope of the colossal mountain,

  And can you find me a heart; which does not turbulently throb; even after witnessing the love of its life; the person it profoundly believes in.

 

  10. WHEN I THOUGHT ABOUT THE WORLD 

   

  When I thought about the world from inside a squalid gutter; with an abhorrently fetid stench permeating into my nostrils,

  I perceived it to be extremely dirty; with scraps of tarnished paper inhabiting every prevalent street. 

  When I thought about the world soaring high in the sky; circumvented by an ambience of silken clouds and birds,

  I visualized it to be a tiny place; with inconspicuous structures projecting in scores from its trajectory. 

  When I thought about the world from beneath unfathomable depths of the ocean; an assemblage of salty water entrenching me in entirety,

  I imagined it to be a profoundly wet place; with infinite spaces of land soaked in slippery liquid. 

  When I thought about the world standing in middle of the desert; sweltering winds blended with sand striking my persona tenaciously,

  I conceived it to be an overwhelmingly dusty place; with people sweating profusely under dazzling rays of the sun. 

  When I thought about the world languishing in an island of redolent flowers; the mesmerizing odor of blossoming rose tickling me to high realms of sedation,

  I cognized it to be a stupendously fragrant place; with every organism lurking on its soil diffusing astronomical amounts of scent. 

  When I thought about the world sitting in a factory of firecrackers; incredulous contraptions of dynamite exploding intermittently all around,

  I pictured it to be a tumultuously noisy place; incorporated with individuals who yelled expending full capacity of their lungs; every time they felt the urge to speak. 

  When I thought about the world digging a coal mine thousands of feet below the ground; a ghastly darkness sequestering me from pragmatic reality,

  I envisaged it to be an utterly gloomy place; with all animate residing enveloped by depression; and the sun incorrigibly refraining to shine. 

  When I thought about the
world; lying surreptitiously hidden within the interiors of the government treasury; boundless clusters of crisp notes making it onerous for me to breathe,

  I contemplated it to be inundated with money; school children scribbling finishing their assignments on currency sheets; instead of using plain paper. 

  When I thought about the world gallivanting through the dense forests; slithering reptiles transgressing ominously through the bushes; lethal alligators scrawling up the marshy swamps,

  I assumed it to be a place impregnated with savage men; with rustic cakes of cow-dung adhered to house walls instead of conventional plaster. 

  And eventually when I thought about the world incarcerated in the arms of my beloved; the moistness in her breath virtually putting me off to sleep,

  I imagined it to be an astounding paradise; with a harmonious synergy existing between the young; the old; and the deprived. 

 

  11. YOU AND I 

   

  You and I were as inseparable; as the calcium coated nail and its slender finger,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the fleshy eyelid and its transparent eyeball,

  You and I were as inseparable; as nostrils and their moist waves of breath,

  You and I were as inseparable; as a conglomerate of entwined roots and their rustic tree stalk,

  You and I were as inseparable; as perpetually pearly moon and its shine,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the chamber of mouth and its crimson complexioned tongue,

  You and I were as inseparable; as a person traversing the streets and his magnified shadow,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the blossoming rose and its mesmerizing redolence,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the colossal expanse of blue sky and its cotton wool of clouds,

  You and I were as inseparable; as mammoth ocean waters and their dangerously swirling waves,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the ominous looking panther and his thunderous growl,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the vivaciously chirping bird and its pair of tender wings,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the crusty bar of chocolate and its lingering sweetness,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the fiery body of sun and its infinite numbers of dazzling rays,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the robust mountain sheep and its tufts of furry skin,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the celestial fairy and the unfathomable beauty circumventing her face,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the candle and its incessantly burning flame,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the loving mother and her newly born child,

  You and I were as inseparable; as the venomous snake and its stream of lethal poison,

  and you and i were as inseparable; as the Omnipresent Almighty; and his lakhs of disciples; residing in different quarters of earth. 

 

 

  12. UTTERING HER NAME 

   

  When I battered my fists against the acerbic strips of glass; infinite pores on my skin started to bleed profusely,

  However when I did the same uttering her name; the glass broke into an ocean of splinters; and my hand escaped unhurt without a scratch. 

  When I indignantly stopped my nose from inhaling breath; I let out marathon gasps after a few seconds,

  However when I did the same uttering her name; I could hold on much longer in my deplorable attempt. 

  When I inscribed a jugglery of design with a knife on my bare chest; I felt capsized by tumultuous pain,

  However when I attempted doing the same loudly chanting her name; the anguish seemed to vanish into thin wisps of oblivion. 

  When I tried masticating metal with my fortress of teeth; I swooned on the ground unconscious with a cluster of them strewn beside my scalp,

  However when I proceeded to do the same whispering her mystical name; the disdainful metal transited to silken honey. 

  When I tried to pummel the wall boisterously striking my impetuous knuckles;

  my fingers contracted a series of multiple fracture,

  However when I did the same uttering her name; the mighty wall broke and the bricks came tumbling down. 

  When I clambered the slippery slopes of the treacherous mountain; I lost my footing midway; hurtling down towards the earth head on,

  However when I tried doing the same singing her name; the mountain summit looked like a piece of cake; and I conquered the same in flash seconds of time. 

  When I tried consuming vials of poison; indispensable blood froze abruptly in my veins;

  my silhouette lay numb; with a deathly blue incorporating my body,

  However when I drank the same uttering her name; the venom converted itself into pure milk; and I bounced merrily with resplendent euphoria. 

  When I leapt from unprecedented heights of the edifice; I struck the earth with tremendous velocity; staying in perpetual coma for days,

  However when I committed the same feat uttering her name; the ground I landed turned itself into spongy Dunlop; and I got rejuvenated by the through stimulation.

  When I walked on blazing fires barefoot; the inner soles of my feet were rendered maim for the remainder of my life,

  However when I executed the same calling her name; burning embers of the insidious fire felt like refrigerated ice; tickling my demeanor extravagantly. 

  I had lived all my life in blissful contentment; envisaging the beauty of her mesmerizing fragrance,

  And eventually when the time came to depart for my heavenly abode; I still didn’t feel the pain; as I faintly recited her sacrosanct name 

 

  13. SOMEWHERE 

   

  Somewhere in the boundless stacks of golden hay; there lies incorporated an intricately pointed needle,

  Somewhere in the sprawling fields of wild creepers; there exists the poignantly scented rose,

  Somewhere in the enormous barrels of lethal poison; there lies impregnated; frugal pinches of profoundly sweet honey,

  Somewhere in the arid land of the colossal desert; there lies a shimmering pool of slippery oasis,

  Somewhere in the ominous castle with dilapidated interiors; there lives the mesmerizing and celestial fairy,

  Somewhere in bland chunks of food; there lies embedded parsimonious fillings of piquant salt,

  Somewhere in the vast expanse of black charcoal board; there lies embodied conspicuous lines of white chalk,

  Somewhere in the midst of the mammoth ocean; there exists the preposterously huge whale,

  Somewhere in the conglomerate of disdainfully dusty stones; there lies encapsulated the lustrous white pearl,

  Somewhere in the field of hideously snaring reptiles; there exists an fur skinned innocuous rabbit,

  Somewhere in the assemblage of utensils producing a discordantly clanging noise; there exists a perpetually silent pigeon feather,

  Somewhere in the disheveled heap of blotted cloth; there lies a garment of impeccable and glistening silk,

  Somewhere in the mangles debris of blistering lava; there exists a ravishingly cool spring of crystalline water,