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    You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 2

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    When they bound me in ropes of crude glass pieces; stripping every bit

      of cloth from my persona,

      I felt a stream of fresh blood oozing incessantly from my raw wounds;

      although I still managed to break free vehemently flinging the pointed shards

      from my arms.

      And eventually when they imprisoned me in the "ROPE OF LOVE"; with my

      beloved lying blissfully by my side,

      I endeavored as hard as possible to scamper away; but this time though

      the mesmerizing essence of her entity; the invincible power of her devotion

      for my being; held me incorrigibly on the ground; to bask for centuries

      unprecedented in the glory of her widespread arms. 

       

       

       

       

     

      28. THE FIRST TIME 

       

      The first time when I swam in fathomless waters of the Atlantic; my legs felt dreary with feverish exhilaration; my heart palpitated 100 beats faster,

      There was an incredulous feeling of confronting the storm; floating

      abreast the opalescent fish; caressing the drifting corals as I plunged down.

      The first time when I ate freezing icecream; infinite buds of taste

      stood up on my tongue in bewildered alacrity,

      I greedily gulped the blend of protuberant cherry and cream inadvertently smearing some of it on my nose; to satiate my thirst in the scorching winds of summer.

      The first time when I witnessed an accident; the lifeless form of an innocuous

      pedestrian lying in a river of crimson blood,

      Uncanny shivers ran down my spine at swashbuckling speeds; a dark blur

      obliterated my eyes; and I swooned in a disheveled heap on the ground.

      The first time when I saw a crackling fire; heaps of logs being incinerated by

      a tiny matchstick,

      I felt besieged by waves of curiosity; unwittingly poking my fingers in the

      sapphire blue flames; although I quickly withdrew them before my flesh

      got charred to soot.

      The first time when I smoked a cigarette; I felt something vindictively

      burning in my throat,

      There were incessant bouts of coughing; succeeded by clouds of grey air

      wafting from my mouth.

      The first time when I drove my car; I felt tumultuous power

      encompassing me; as I could increase the speed at a mere kiss to the accelerator,

      However when I did so; the automobile sky rocketed towards the sky;

      eventually crashing into the bakery full of rotten eggs and cakes.

      The first time when I sat in the aircraft; I felt overwhelmed by the ostentatious interiors; the trays of plum juice being served in kingly fashion,

      I thought of opening the translucent glass window as I usually did as I

      got up from sleep; this time though I was rebuked by the airhostess from doing

      so; as it could mean a difference between life and death.

      The first time when I drank peach flavored wine; there was a massive cyclone

      that engulfed my mind,

      I seemed to have lost refined degrees of sophistication; barked a volley of

      malicious expletives looking my employer straight in his eyes.

      The first time when I heard the tiger growl in the jungle; the sonorous screeching of the owl; I felt clusters of hair stand like needles on my skin,

      Also I didn’t need to find a plush lavatory; as I had performed the call of

      nature in my pants.

      The first time I attended a bombastic party; with a conglomerate of sparkling

      lights falling in dispersed beams; I felt awkward reverberations entrench me

      from all sides,

      And my situation exacerbated; when my parents introduced me to the ensemble of

      dignitaries; who sipped beer as casually as they had mineral water from their glass.

      The first time I held a gun in my hands; they unrelentingly shivered with cold

      sweat dribbling down my forehead,

      I knew I had to kill my adversary to save my own life; but in the end succumbed to the tyranny of fate; as I couldn’t muster the tenacity to fire.

      The first time when I heard my name; the voice of my mother stringently addressing me in her domineering,

      I felt as impregnable as god in the sky; as I had now been bestowed supreme

      recognition to my otherwise neglected entity.

      And the first time when I saw her; sighting her silken hair blowing with the

      wind; I instantly fell in the dungeon of love,

      Wanting to be incarcerated with her celestial form; away from the nuances of

      the world for ever and ever and ever .

     

      29. POLISH 

       

      I polished my shoe using a blend of molten wax and color; exerting

      onerous strokes with my hands,

      As an aftermath they shone brilliantly under the sun; however after a

      few hours of transgressing through the streets; they were completely

      covered with squalid mud.

      I polished the nondescript wall using a canister full of turpentine

      oil; painting the same with shades of sparkling white,

      As a result it appeared a stupendous treat to the eye; however after a

      while I noticed abashing chocolate smudges which the children must have left

      while playing.

      I polished the necklace of lackluster silver by dipping it in pure

      milk; vigorously kneading its periphery applying stringent lemon,

      As a manifestation it shimmered magnificently under the beams of moon;

      however when I sighted it after a few days it had again acquired incorrigible

      stains of black juxtaposed with perspiration.

      I polished my plate of food submerging it in a bath of foam; then

      scrubbing it with a cloth of flocculent silk,

      It glistened marvelously as if brand new; however after consuming my

      meal of rice and curry; it again got coated with blemishes of black and blue.

      I polished the windscreen of my car drenching it in tepid water; then

      massaging it till it emanated a screeching sound,

      The effect was so incredulous that I could almost spot stars sleeping

      behind the sun; however after few minutes of driving the glass again looked

      tainted with a sheet of nascent dust lining its borders.

      I polished my finger nails using scarlet nailpolish; meticulously

      applying it to engulf the entire surface,

      The effect was pretty exotic as they conspicuously glimmered under the

      lights; however after a fortnight the color seemed to as evanescent as the

      passing storms.

      I polished my teeth using a fat smear of tangy toothpaste; resolutely

      stroking the brush umpteenth times on their surface,

      As a consequence the armory of my enamel radiated like scintillating

      pearls; however as the day unveiled itself into night; I saw a host of germ and

      bacteria sticking merrily to them.

      I polished my attire using an antiseptic bar of detergent; brushing

      away the most minuscule particle of dust from my collar,

      As a result of which I got profoundly noticed in public; however after

      a few minutes a speeding car sprayed a drizzle of fetid water while passing;

      and my immaculate demeanor was now converted to mere shambles.

      I polished the floor all day using all sorts of modern contrivances;

      even going to the extent of licking it clean with my tongue,

      As an inevitable outcome it emitted brilliant ramifications of purity;

      however after sometime was rendered indescribable; as unruly strangers entered

      with their dirty feet.
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      But as far as my beloved was concerned she didn’t need the slightest of

      sparkle; the slightest of ostentation to project her persona,

      The inner beauty of her heart perennially shone; irrespective of

      changing seasons and the unleashing of time,

      She was the only person who by my perception was the most beautiful;

      the one who didn’t need the slightest of polish.

     

      30. IF I WERE TO CHOOSE 

       

      If I were to choose from; speeding in a motorboat to swimming against

      choppy waves of the ocean,

      I would prefer wading across the stormy waters profusely moving my

      arms; rather than the insipid journey in the cruise liner.

      If I were to choose from; languishing on the flocculent couch to

      sleeping on the stone cold floor,

      I would prefer to caress the ground; roll wildly in unparalleled

      exuberance; rather than the effeminate comfort of the bed.

      If I were to choose from; transgressing the desert barefoot to riding

      on profoundly hunched camel back,

      I would prefer to walk feeling the tenacity of blistering sun on my

      back; rather than petulantly torture the innocuous beast.

      If I were to choose from; reaching the pinnacle of the mountain top on

      cable car to clambering up using a knotted rope,

      I would prefer to onerously scramble my way to the top basking in the

      spirit of paramount adventure; rather than descending on my destination

      without flexing the slightest of my muscle.

      If I were to choose from; drinking opulent wine floating in swanky

      glasses to crystalline liquid extracted from the belly of earth,

      I would prefer rapidly gulping the scintillating water; rather than

      collapsing in a disheveled heap on the ground after devouring the inebriating

      elixir.

      If I were to choose from; inhaling artificial air from the compact

      cylinder of oxygen to breathing directly from the atmosphere,

      I would prefer to expand my lungs to their full capacity in my chest

      drawing in ravishing puffs of oxygen; rather than respiring the adulterated

      surroundings.

      If I were to choose from; watching television to voraciously reading

      infinite lines of literature,

      I would prefer to exorbitantly exert my eyes trying to innovatively

      perceive in the dormitories of my mind; rather than indolently viewing gaudy

      images flickering on the silver screen.

      If I were to choose from; dancing in the sleazy discotheque in an

      ambience of bombastic lights to swirling on the vast ground,

      I would prefer to rambunctiously gyrate under the dazzling sun god;

      rather than consciously moving my body in the realms of nimble sophistication.

      If I were to choose from; residing in the grandiloquent palace to the

      rustic interiors of a tumbledown hut,

      I would prefer to live in the ramshackle barn with boisterous droplets

      of rain cascading freely through blatantly gaping holes; rather than having a

      fleet of bodyguards parading around my impoverished persona.

      If I were to choose from; staying secure in custody of the corrupt

      leaders den to flinging my life away for the sake of my country,

      I would prefer; to indiscriminately shed my blood on the battlefield

      rather than keep leading a life of opprobrious contempt.

      And if I were to choose from; my beloved and boundless notes of white

      currency, I would definitely prefer her compounded with our penurious condition

      to live; rather than leading a lackluster life divested of the desire to

      struggle; a life utterly bereft of the zeal to live.

     

      31. WHEN WE TALK ABOUT LOVE 

       

      When we talk about the fiery body of sun; it's magnanimous stature in

      the sky,

      The cardinal thing that inundates our mind; is its dazzling shine; and

      the blistering rays that emanate indefatigably throughout the day.

      When we talk about the placid persona of lake; the plethora of ripples

      embodied on its surface,

      The salient thing that floods our mind; is the boats floating on it;

      the conglomerate of resplendent fish beneath its surface.

      When we talk about the blossoming flowers in the garden; the wild

      stalks of grass circumventing them,

      The chief thing that deluges our mind; is the fragrance that

      perennially wafts from them; the sweet nectar incarcerated in their core.

      When we talk about the colossal desert; the sweltering heat permeating

      the ambience like dagger heads of acrimonious steel,

      The conspicuous thing that overwhelms our mind; is the astronomical

      amounts of slippery sand; the hunchbacked camels traversing through its territory.

      When we talk about the steep mountains; gigantic streams of water

      plummeting down their slopes,

      The remarkable thing that imprisons our mind; is its summits standing abreast the clouds; the melodious gurgling sounds of liquid cascading down towards the ground.

      When we talk about the tenacious wind; turbulent draughts of breeze

      sweeping the periphery of earth,

      The prominent thing that encapsulates our mind; is rustling of the tree

      leaves; the loose granules of mud which fly incoherently in air.

      When we talk about the preposterously huge whales; their monstrous pair

      of teeth which pulverize humans to chowder,

      The main thing that engulfs our mind; is swirling waves of the majestic

      ocean; the animated aquatic life inhabiting the fathomless waters.

      When we talk about the diminutive mosquito; its proliferation in pools of fetid water,

      The profound thing that envelops our mind; is incessant sounds of cacophonic

      buzzing; the animosity in sting which painstakingly infiltrates in our flesh.

      When we talk about gargantuan slices of cheese; the rich and sumptuous

      odor diffusing from the same,

      The supreme thing that strangulates our mind; is the sacrosanct cow

      yielding immaculate milk; the delicious taste it would impart when we revolve it

      in our mouth.

      And when we talk about true love; the blissful aftermath of falling in romance,

      The first thing that inevitably pierces our mind; is the mesmerizing image of

      our beloved; the celestial reflections of her dainty feet. 

       

       

       

     

      32. THE ONLY PERSON 

       

      Even If an inconspicuous particle of dust entered your eye; making you

      wildly scratch with your tender palms,

      That very moment I would go completely blind; wholesomely abdicating

      the ability to perspicuously see.

      Even if you tripped inadvertently on the floor; slightly bruising the

      skin on your fragile shoulders,

      That very moment I would collapse on the ground; developing a series of

      multiple fracture in my feet.

      Even if you coughed a trifle; as an aftermath of poignant pepper encompassing your nostrils,

      That very moment I would have unrelenting bouts of rapid breathing; incessantly sneeze till the time my eyes popped out of their sockets.

      Even if you perceived a baseless fear; of drizzling rain water disdainfully drenching you,

      That very moment I would gruesomely drown in the colossal ocean; incorrigibly

      refraining to steer my way up the surface.

      Even if you tossed a
    nd turned petulantly on the bed for a few minutes;

      before falling into a sound slumber,

      That very moment I would irrevocably stare into black space; keeping

      awake the entire night like a dreaded insomniac.

      Even if you banged your robust fists softly into the wall; expressing

      your profound indignation at getting late for office,

      That very moment I would put my hands under the springing axe;

      pulverizing them into infinite splinters of bone.

      Even if you contracted a minuscule infection; with the imbalance in

      your body disappearing within a few hours of stringent medication,

      That very moment I would have astronomically high levels of tribal

      fever; with the entire of my silhouette burning like a piece of red coal.

      Even if you got an iota pierced; by the irascible mosquito

      unceremoniously hovering around,

      That very moment I would be bitten by swarms of stinging bees;

     
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