You die; I die - Part 1 - 50 Poems for soul stirring Love

  But not without her gorgeously priceless scent; which made me like an irrefutable prince of ubiquitous philanthropism; even after sardonically penalizing and cursed death .

  Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; lambasting every pore of my skin; with infinite swords of venomously deadly scorpion,

  But not without her rustically timeless tradition; which made me handsomely cling to my humanitarian rudiments for times immemorial; even after atrociously bitter and debilitating death .

  Take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; maliciously blending every bit of my ecstatic jubilation; with inconspicuously perilous ghosts wandering freely in the island of hell,

  But not without her puffs of vibrantly spell binding breath; which made me feel as if I was reborn a countless times in order to uninhibitedly love; even after disastrously prurient and cold blooded death .

  And take me away this very moment O! Almighty Lord; snapping the fangs of my precious existence; without the tiniest of insinuation; horrifically donating my

  flesh thereafter to the unsurpassable fleet of diabolical devils,

  But not without her unassailably passionate heartbeats; which made me feel perpetually bouncing and wholesomely dedicated to the cause of spawning

  gregariously new life; even after mockingly mortifying and absolute death .

   

 

  37. MY ROYAL RHYTHM.

   

  Your blissful happiness; was my impregnable bridge to transgress upon for centuries immemorial; even after I had died,

  Your inexplicable anguish; was my invincibly augmenting revolution; to massacre every trace of malice from the trajectory of this colossal planet,

  Your mesmerizing smile; was my insurmountable tenacity to trigger brilliant beams of optimistic light; in a tunnel engulfed with macabre darkness,

  Your philanthropic fragrance; was my incessant source of inspiration to ubiquitously disseminate the essence of mankind; to the most remotest corners of this planet,

  Your poignant empathy; was my Herculean fortitude to assist my fellow comrades; in moments of deplorably dwindling distress,

  Your enchanting reflection; was my unprecedented fervor to incarcerate the stupendously alluring beauty of this gigantic universe; within the whites of my

  eye,

  Your heavenly footsteps; were my unsurpassable strength to propel forward; exhilaratedly embrace every obstacle in life; until I succeed,

  Your lecherous defeat; was my overwhelming ardor to extricate the seeds of manipulative diabolism from their very ignominious roots; behead them with the

  sword of irrefutable righteousness,

  Your enlightening essence; was my sole tool to dedicate my entire life; profoundly towards nurturing and harboring the gift of perennial love,

  Your valiant victory; was my astronomical conviction; which didn’t buckle the slightest; even under the most invidiously tumultuous of storm,

  Your melodious voice; was my overpowering exuberance to exist; even with my visage dreadfully sunken beneath the ghastly corpse,

  Your discerning senses; were my unconquerable waves of prudence; in sagaciously discriminating between the good and the ominously bad,

  Your unfathomable innocence; was my everlasting reservoir of strength to survive and bear; amongst an uncouth battalion of blood sucking tangible beings,

  Your never dying spirit; was my Omnipotent whirlwind to blossom like a magnificently glorious lotus; from a pile of tragically smoldering ash,

  Your explicitly candid expressions; were my cloudbursts of daunting audacity; even when hanged like an orphaned pig; on the hideously menacing gallows,

  Your majestic sweat; was my tunnel of unrelenting endeavor; the insatiable compassion in my eyes; to metamorphose god’s planet once again; into a wonderful

  paradise,

  Your impeccable conscience; was my undefeated bonding with love which grew more and more fortified; even as the boundless expanse of sky treacherously blended

  with mundane earth,

  Your Omniscient breath; was my sacred chapter of divinely life; unveiling into an incredible myriad of new vistas every minute; making me live an infinite exotic lives; in each desire of mine,

  And your immortal heart; was my royal rhythm to love; live; embrace; transcend and perpetually reign supreme over every devil that lingered in air; over every bad that dared .

 

  38. IF ANYONE TRIED TO STEAL HER 

  I might appear to be a diminutive mosquito; but mind you I could stand taller than the colossal mountain; defend myself against the mightiest of attacks; if anyone tried to hurt her in her blissful way,

  I might appear to be an inconspicuous blade of creased grass; but mind you I could gain proportions befitting the diabolical dinosaur; if anyone sighted her with

  licentious desire,

  I might appear to be an infinitesimally squashed mushroom; but mind you I had the unfathomable capacity to become the entire forest deluged with acerbic thorns; if anyone tried to plot heinously evil behind her immaculate back,

  I might appear to be a non-existent speck of dirt; but mind you I could rise menacingly and more towering than the blue skies; if anyone tried to perilously

  barge in while she was celestially asleep,

  I might appear to be a droplet of blotted gutter water lying dilapidated in a remotely obsolete heap; but mind you I had the tenacity to become more tumultuous

  than the rampantly swirling oceans; if anyone tried to dangerously ogle at her; even within boundless kilometers of her sacrosanct vicinity,

  I might appear to be a harmlessly distorted chunk of plain glass being ruthlessly kicked on the desolate streets; but mind you I had the overwhelming capacity

  to become more mammoth than the impregnable fortress; if anyone tried to pummel her to the ground with his fists,

  I might appear to be just a disdainfully neglected rusty iron nail; but mind you I could become the entire battlefield inundated with pugnaciously hostile arrows; if anyone tried to vindictively embed his unruly nails into her voluptuously dainty skin,

  I might appear to be just an insipid follicle of hair waiting miserably on the ground to blend with miserably shivering dust; but mind you I possessed the prowess to metamorphose into all tigers of the jungle; savagely trying to rip apart entities into infinite fragments; if anyone tried to perniciously mess up with her sacred life,

  I might appear to be a profusely crinkled petal of the flower being blown further and further every instant with each draught of exuberant wind; but mind you I had the capacity to become the viciously circulating cyclone of the deserts; if anyone tried to

  forcefully blow his satanic breath down her mesmerizing nape,

  I might appear to be a torn rag of cloth being mercilessly thrashed every day on the washing floor; but mind you I had the capacity to become a demon with

  barbarically bloodshot eyes; if anyone tried to hamper her divinely progress; refrain her from boisterously surging forward in life,

  I might appear to be a shattered shell; seeming to be mystically lost amongst the unsurpassable blanket of sands sprawled on the shores; but mind you I had the

  capacity to become a belligerent battlefield of crabs; ready to stab lethal amounts of poison with my tentacles; if anyone tried to shout murderously loud into her intricately tinkling ears,

  I might appear to be an frigidly rotting matchstick without flames; but mind you I had the capacity to become a blazing conflagration soaring astronomically

  high to blend with the clouds; if anyone tried to surreptitiously aim a bullet at her from behind the sleazy bushes,

  I might appear to be an invisible blob of miserly paint adhering to the ghost walls; but mind you I had the capacity to become the incomprehensibly long python; raring to pulverize succulent prey into bits of bashed mincemeat; if anyone tried to cast a spell

  of detrimental voodoo upon her impeccably charismatic grace,

  I might ap
pear to be staggering wisps of smoke coalescing every unfurling second with open space; but mind you I had the capacity to become the meadow

  embodied with countless gleaming knives; if anyone tried to touch her without her prior consent,

  I might appear to be a strand of pathetically broken web; but mind you I had the capacity to become a fathomlessly deep dungeon replete with stinging

  scorpions; if anyone tried to intentionally trespass her in her irrefutably heavenly path,

  I might appear to be a dismally flickering beam of frivolous light; disappearing in meek submission after daylight; but mind you I had the capacity to become

  the entire godown stuffed with venomous gas; ready to explode and char individuals to ethereal ash; if anyone ventured to forcefully invade into her dwelling after midnight,

  I might appear to be a soiled banana skin waiting for my time to be dumped into the deplorable dustbin; but mind you I had the capacity to transform into a treacherously malicious gorge; insidiously devouring all who came into my swirl; if anyone tried to slap her rubicund flesh,

  I might appear to be a deflated tyre tube gasping like a new born infant for tons of fresh air; but mind you I had the capacity to become a fleet of menacingly

  moving maniacal trains; squelching even the most smallest particle that came my way; if anyone tried to dictate his spurious set of terms upon her spell binding countenance,

  And I might appear to be just a worthless molecule; awaiting to get brutally trampled as pedestrians walked gently on the lanes; but mind you I had the capacity to become all the united strength of this Universe in one go; bury living beings with ruthlessly

  proliferating ease well beneath their coffins; if anyone tried to steal her from me; even perceived the faintest to make her anything other than mine .

 

  39. LIVING DEAD 

  Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous eyes,

  Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the kitchen sink,

  Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart of the city,

  Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp; giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread; to forcefully munch for breakfast,

  Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted horrendously into the steep valley; eventually exploding and charring me into a cloud of black plumes,

  Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my

  dreams,

  Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you had consumed for lunch last afternoon,

  Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head; instead of the fir coated and silken pillow,

  Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water; uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines encompassed within my stomach,

  Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you cherished and adored,

  Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of your commands even after midnight,

  Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was released from the operation room,

  Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to speak for you every time you opened your mouth,

  Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup stringently clasped in my hands,

  Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls; displaying them proudly to every visitor who frequented our dwelling,

  Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files far away from sight,

  Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely through my sensitive membranes,

  Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal; when infact I was an ordinary sage,

  Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last iota of breath trapped in my lungs,

  Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my hands clinging to my ears,

  But please O! beloved, don’t ever leave me and go; for this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far less than the living dead I would become; if you

  suddenly left me .

 

  40. SINCE THE TIME 

  Since the time I sighted your mesmerizing eyes; their emphatic blackness shimmering incessantly,

  I have simply forgotten all darkness; become oblivious to the descending of every night.

  Since the time I sighted your voluptuous lips; the stupendous pink embodied profoundly on their silhouette,

  I have simply forgotten all color; have become blind to the millions of scarlet rose protruding from soil.

  Since the time I sighted your cascading hair; the silken sheen majestically glimmering from them in brilliant sunlight,

  I have simply forgotten all softness; have become embarrassingly unaware of the fluffy robes that draped my persona.

  Since the time I sighted your intricate nails; the way you scratched them into your skin when agitated,

  I have simply forgotten all ornaments; have become completely numb to the most poignant of caress and touch.

  Since the time I sighted your cheeks; the enchanting tinge of crimson circumventing your skin,

  I have simply forgotten all complexion; become a perfect alien to the blood circulating in my veins.

  Since the time I sighted your nose; the moist air diffusing from your nostrils mystically enlivening the dead atmosphere,

  I have simply forgotten all breeze; the very breath that circulated in my lungs; kept me alive.

  Since the time I sighted your rosy tongue; the incredulously melodious voice that drifted each time you opened your mouth,

  I have simply forgotten all sound; have become deaf to the most thunderous of voice permeating into my eardrum.

  Since the time I sighted your palm; the enigmatic lines bifurcating it splendidly to portray your destiny,

  I have simply forgotten all designs; treat with abhorrent contempt the most marvelous of painting suspended from royal walls of the palace.

  Since the time I sighted your scintillating earring; the tinkling noise it made each time you gently nodded your head,

  I have simply forgotten all shine; was wholesomely drowned into the glow it emanated for times immemorial.

  Since the time I sighted your heart; the way it violently throbbed every time you confronted me,

  I have simply forgotten all entities on earth; thoroughly lost in the intensity of its beat; the tremors it ignited on each occasion; and  the language of my mind it spoke; as I held it near .

 

 

  41 . NOT MADE, BUT UNCONTROLLABLY MAD

   

  Their eyes weren't just MADE for each other; but were uncontrollably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to timelessly disentangle the tantalizing enigmas of life; in each other's affable whites,

  Their lips weren't  just MADE for each other; but were insatiably MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to perpetually interlock with each other; and then savor the ultimate sweetness of Omnipotent creation,

  Their fingers weren't just MADE for each other; but were unceasingly MAD for each other; wanting nothing else on this Universe; but to unassailably entwine with each other; and then trounce every devil with the power of unshakable compassion,