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»Dont love me like that

 

Don’t keep glimpsing at me like that; flirtatiously
winking your eyelashes; towards my impoverished
countenance; every now and again,
Or else I would hug you insatiably till times beyond
eternity; keeping you incarcerated in the realms of
my passionately throbbing heart; forever and ever and
ever…

Don’t keep teasing me like that; tantalizing me like
the twinkling stars; as you trespassed past my
shivering skin; every now and again,
Or else I would whisk you beyond a land more
mesmerizing than paradise; with each of your senses
intermingled in mine; keeping you incarcerated in the
realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and
ever and ever…

Don’t keep smiling at me like that; seducing me into
your web of titillating fantasy; as you evaded me like
the drifting clouds; every now and again,
Or else I would surrender all my worldly possession at
your divinely feet; romance with you perennially in
the fabulous clouds; keeping you incarcerated in the
realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and
ever and ever…

Don’t keep enticing me like that; shimmering like the
fading rays of the voluptuously magnificent Sun; on my
eyeballs; every now and again,
Or else I would entangle you in my arms as fireballs
of thunder descended from the sky; keeping you
incarcerated in the realms of my passionately
throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever…

Don’t stare at me like that; poignantly casting a
spell of unconquerable compassion; upon my dreary
soul; every now and again,
Or else I would caress each cranny of your
immaculately sparkling skin; drown myself in your
enchanting visage; keeping you incarcerated in the
realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and
ever and ever…

Don’t whisper to me like that; sporadically
disappearing and then taking my breath away; with your
ravishing belly; every now and again,
Or else I would drown myself for everlasting eternity
in the melody of your enthralling sound; keeping you
incarcerated in the realms of my passionately
throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever…

Don’t keep encircling me like that; stinging each of
my dwindling nerves; beyond the summit of untamed
mysticism; every now and again,
Or else I would blend with your rhapsodic shadow like
an famished beggar; keeping you incarcerated in the
realms of my passionately throbbing heart; forever and
ever and ever…

Don’t intimidate me like that; piercing me wholesomely
with the insatiable volcano’s of yearning in your
blood; every now and again,
Or else I would irrevocably bond with you in threads
of perpetual matrimony; coalescing completely with
your righteous conscience; keeping you incarcerated
in the realms of my passionately throbbing heart;
forever and ever and ever…


And don’t love me like that; appeasing my every desire
like a celestial angel from the heavenly skies; every
now and again,
Or else I would simply forget to die; immortally
existing in the walls of your eternal soul; keeping
you incarcerated in the realms of my passionately
throbbing heart; forever and ever and ever…


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont make me

 

Don’t make me taller than the clouds; protruding my
head above realms of infinite infinity,
That I became oblivious to my fellow compatriots on
earth; had to bend beyond limits of comprehension; to
walk abreast their benevolent countenances…

Don’t make me fairer than white ice; with an
unfathomably glorious aura radiating profusely from my
flesh,
That I miserably dwindled to recognize those with the
slightest tinge of black around me; shrugged my nose
in disdain towards the realistic forms of humanity…

Don’t make me more ferocious than the fires swirling
towards the cosmos; charring everything in tangible
atmosphere to inconspicuous bits of threadbare ash,
That I ruthlessly swept past my comrades in
inexplicable pain; uncouthly forgot to commiserate
with even those; who were solely instrumental for my
existence…

Don’t make me more mystical than the chapter of
existence; entrenched by waves of stupendously
alluring enigma,
That I didn’t understand the hearts of innocent
children; overruling them with my torrential downpour
of intriguing intricacies…

Don’t make me more invincible than the divine;
instilling in me the unprecedented power of conquering
every iota of this fathomless planet,
That I started to condemn those frolicking in the lap
of their mothers; the very celestial shrine of
sacrosanct essence; wherein I had spent my entire
childhood…

Don’t make me more prudent than the Sun; possessing
even the most infinitesimal bit of knowledge loitering
on this planet,
That I basked in the overwhelming glory of my memory;
feeling it worthless to disseminate the same to my
fellow mates in profound despair…

Don’t make me more cool than gargantuan avalanches of
snow; inundating my soul with a mountain of gratifying
peace,
That I was simply unable to comprehend the whirlwind
of insurmountable agony besieging my loved ones;
thoroughly nonplussed by the tragic disasters which
unleashed; right before my eyes…

Don’t make me more fragrant than the most scarlet of
roses; deluging my persona with magnanimous scent and
voluptuously exotic spray,
That I diabolically kicked every fruit and flower that
confronted me in my way; trampled mother nature under
my bohemian feet; instead of blending in its
mesmerizing lap for centuries immemorial…

Don’t make me more wealthy than the entire treasury of
this Universe; triggering my pockets to explode with
an unbelievable flurry of gold and shimmering silver,
That I relinquished even the tiniest trace of effort
from within my veins; slept like a demon whilst my
brothers and sisters; bathed in an unrelenting tornado
of pain….

And don’t make me more satisfied than the angels O!
lord; overwhelming my lap with all the riches of this
planet; even before I found my breath to utter them
coherently,
That I didn’t feel the slightest need to discover the
beautiful gift of love in life; spent countless
lifetimes like a dreadful corpse; even after
possessing infinite arms; legs and hearts….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont make me insensitive

 

Don’t make me insensitive to the sorrows of the world;
make me accept them as a part of the inevitably
proceeding chapter of evolution,

Don’t make me insensitive to the battalion of
hardships; make me accept them as a courageously
stepping stone to unprecedented success,

Don’t make me insensitive to the flamboyantly blazing
rays of the Sun; make me accept them for the intrepid
fortitude in their light; filtering a path of
invincible victory through a blanket of perpetual
darkness,

Don’t make me insensitive to the gargantuan avalanches
of snow hurtling down; make me accept them for the icy
cool they generated; which exotically tingled the
scarlet blood down my spine,

Don’t make insensitive to the tumultuously galloping
time; make me accept its sacrosanct essence; as each
cherished second blossomed into a wholesomely
satisfying minute,

Don’t make me insensitive to the profusely escalating
ball of hostile flames; make me accept their
compassionate traces of rejuvenating warmth they
provided in the invidious chill,

Don’t make me insensitive to the infinite cumbersome
knots as I alighted each step; make me accept them as
eyeopeners; to quell my pompously inflated pride,

Don’t make me insensitive to the ghastly blackness;
make me accept it as a thoroughly indispensable
ingredient of the day,

Don’t make me insensitive to the mountain of acridly
blood tainted thorns; make me accept them for the
unrelenting wave of passion they generated; when
poignantly transgressed upon,

Don’t make me insensitive to abhorrent abuse; make me
accept them as a part of irascibly augmenting temper;
a pugnacious outburst of emotions; a testimonial to
the fact that no human was perfect,

Don’t make me insensitive to enduring challenges; make
me accept them as testing footholds; which blossomed
eventually into the gift called life,

Don’t make me insensitive to tunes of overwhelming
boredom; make me accept them as an unavoidable mist;
in the onerously Herculean struggle for existence,

Don’t make me insensitive to the disdainfully unruly
commotion in the crowd; make me accept my fellow
compatriots in their true spirit for survival; their
innocuously humanitarian hearts,

Don’t make me insensitive to the descending of the
insurmountably ferocious storm; make me accept the
streaks of vivaciously austere lightening as the
unflinching principles to propel forward in life,

Don’t make me insensitive to horrendously obnoxious
scent; make me accept it as a smell lingering
perennially in the atmosphere; along with the
stupendously incarcerating odor of the rose,

Don’t make me insensitive to the inexorably obsessive
chain of thoughts in my mind; make me accept them as a
pertinent constituent to constantly show me my worth
in life,
Don’t make me insensitive to the anecdotes of
pernicious betrayal; make me accept them as the sweet
poison needed to sustain blissfully bestowed upon
life,

Don’t make me insensitive to the pathetically fading
heartbeats; make me accept them as naturally as I had
wholeheartedly welcomed nascent wails of fresh birth,

And don’t make me insensitive to the immortal closure
of breath O! Almighty Lord; make me accept its
unfathomably perilous consequences; so that I realized
the value of each preciously transcending moment in
life….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont mess with love

 

Don’t mess with lies; it would hedonistically
massacre you with its fangs of vindictively flagrant
prejudice,

Don’t mess with the scorpion; it would so
ballistically permeate its venomously curled tail into
your nimble flesh; that you’d never be able to raise
your hindside,

Don’t mess with the Sun; it would burn you to
infinitesimal moles of inane ash; which wouldn’t be
accepted even by the land of disastrously disappearing
oblivion,

Don’t mess with the Shark; it would pulverize every
element of your countenance to such a pulverized
chowder; that wouldn’t be visible with even the most
contemporarily high powered telescope,

Don’t mess with the avalanche; it would treacherously
bury you an infinite feet beneath your corpse; a place
so scurrilously asphyxiating beneath the earth; where
even darkness dreaded to dare,

Don’t mess with obsession; it would maniacally frazzle
every sensuously sensitive vein of your persona;
reduce you to such a bundle of delirious
meaninglessness that even the coffins of hell would
blatantly refuse,

Don’t mess with the ghost; it would wretchedly jinx
you beyond the comprehensions of infinite infinity;
torturing you to such an extent; that you vomited raw
blood everytime you witnessed the contours of your
face,

Don’t mess with the storm; it would inexhaustibly
lambaste you against cold-blooded stone; till the time
your bones felt that wholesomely gruesome extinction
was a better alternative instead,

Don’t mess with the knife; it would slice you into so
many unsparing countless bits; that even the most
hideously barbaric vultures would find it bizarrely
gory to digest,

Don’t mess with the lion; it wouldn’t given you even
the most evanescent chance to fulfill your last wish;
before it gobbled you like a robust mosquito for its
afternoon lunch,

Don’t mess with corruption; it would make every step
of your blissfully resplendent existence; more
egregiously strangulating than the werewolves of
ghoulishly satanic hell,

Don’t mess with the vampish seductress; she would
firstly tantalize you to realms beyond supremely
ecstatic paradise; only to mercilessly excoriate apart
every bit of your skin; for stitching her
compassionate night-coat,

Don’t mess with the gallows; they would
surreptitiously creep upon you in your celestially
contented slumber; to make it nefariously and
irretrievably permanent,

Don’t mess with the bat; it would so barbarously pluck
the whites and blacks of your beautiful eyes; that
your face would dissolve into laconically
inconspicuous space for times immemorial,

Don’t mess with the mirage; it would satiate the
chords of your agonizingly charred throat till beyond
eternal eternity; before eventually making you lick
granules of dry sand with acidulous thorns embedded
inside; instead,

Don’t mess with lightening; it would numb the
quintessential nexus of your existence to such a
threshold; that even the most cannibalistic swords
massacring your head would seem to you as a flutter of
a seductive eyelash,

Don’t mess with symbiotism; it would sodomize the
chapters of your harmonious survival in such a way;
that traumatic incarceration would become your sole
mantra to whimperingly exist,

Don’t mess with blood; it would abandon you forever in
the gutterpipe of ostracizing deceit; beheading you as
a lecherously parasitic alien; although you were its
cardinally very own,

And don’t mess with love; it would grant you such a
diabolical death for betraying and tampering with its
insuperably Omnipotent spirit; that life in any form;
shape or fraternity; would never ever in even the most
obsolete of birth; accept you once again….




(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont 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 the 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,

And don’t talk to two lovers absconding unrelentingly
from the barricades of this miserably conventional
society; talk to their poignantly staring eyes; talk
to their ardently sensuous breath; talk to their
passionately throbbing hearts; which had all bonded
for infinite births as one; instead….





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont worry

 

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be blind;
depriving you of indispensable blankets of blissful
sight,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an
extraordinary prowess of hearing; making you discern
even the most sensitive sounds in the atmosphere;
which your sighted counterparts had not the slightest
of ability to ever conceive….

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be deaf; divesting
you of the most miraculous tenacity to intricately
hear,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an
astronomical virtue of hawk sight; engendering you to
witness even the most distortedly bleary images
floating in voluptuous space; which your mates with
perfect ears; had not the slightest of ability to ever
perceive…

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be dumb;
irrevocably refraining you to utter even the most
inconspicuously infinitesimal sound,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an
unfathomably delightful virtue of expression;
propelling you to magnificently divulge the inner most
feelings of your heart; which your supremely tongued
compatriots; had not the slightest of ability to ever
imagine….

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be maim; acridly
crippled to the ground; without even the most
minuscule of support to march on your own feet,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the
winds of profusely marvelous artistry; which your
celestially fingered and fleet footed fellow beings;
had not the slightest of ability to ever dream about….

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be
incomprehensibly weak; triggering you to collapse
towards the soil every time you tried to get up;
afflicted with inexplicable disease all over the blood
in your impoverished body,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with
ingratiating philosophy and an astoundingly
overwhelming tenacity to face the most mightiest of
enemies; which your robustly complexioned mates; had
not the slightest of ability to ever fantasize….

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be horrendously
black; coating your entire diminutive countenance with
a dungeon of hideous darkness,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with an
incredulously augmenting wave of uninhibited
compassion; which your frigidly snow white mates; had
not the slightest of ability to ever posses….

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be pathetically
tiny; with every entity that traversed by your side;
looming like an untamed giant over your ludicrously
stooping shoulders,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with a
lion hearted chest to face the most treacherous of
catastrophe that descended from the cosmos; which your
belligerently towering and pistol clad friends; had
not the slightest of ability to stand upto….

Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be illiterate;
swooning ridiculously towards obdurate soil; the
instant you heard an obsoletely alien accent lingering
around,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the
intransigent rudiments of unity; peace and irrefutable
truth; which your bombastically stylish and
manipulatively corporate city counterparts; had not
the slightest of ability to ever inculcate….

And Don’t worry if he had chosen you to be poor;
penuriously surviving each day of your unsurpassably
marathon life; sporadically blending with sleazy
drawers of threadbare dust,
For at the same time he had bestowed you upon with the
immortal island of love as you passionately throbbed
till beyond the island of tantalizing eternity; which
your stinkingly rich and opulently glamorous
companions; had not the slightest of ability to ever
belong to…





(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont yet die

 

One day you will ebulliently bounce on the pinnacle of
blossoming prosperity; with the ingratiatingly
fantastic melody of the atmosphere; blending
handsomely with every ingredient of your crimson
blood,

One day you will catapult to the absolute epitome of
scintillating stardom; with even the most
infinitesimal of your wish; immortalizing with the
heavens divine,

One day you will irrefutably achieve all what you were
harmoniously striving for; celestially diffusing the
spirit of compassionate brotherhood; in every nook and
cranny of the gigantic Universe; alike,

One day you will forget all your lambasting miseries
and tantalizingly smile; exploring an enthralling
township of beauty; on every step that you
transgressed,

One day you will find all vibrantly tingling goodness
of this planet bountifully blessed in your
outstretched lap; with the whispers of ravishing
enchantment; immaculately enlightening your every
night,

One day you will unequivocally march only on the path
of priceless truth; wholesomely abdicating forever and
ever and ever; the web of tyrannically disparaging
lies,

One day you will triumphantly emerge from the
graveyards of despairing gloom; perpetually inundate
even the most inconspicuous speck on this earth; with
unfathomably benign happiness,

One day you will transform the gory complexion of this
planet; bring back a resplendent smile on the lips of
the all those uncouthly divested; by the grace of
Almighty God,

One day you will stupendously fantasize only about
unshakable solidarity; holistically embark upon an
unflinching mission to impregnably unite all caste;
creed; tribe and color; in the threads of unassailable
humanity,

One day you will find the most beautifully affable
mate of your life; who altruistically stood by your
impoverished side; even as diabolical hell
indefatigably rained from the sky outside,

One day you will fulminate into a cloud of torrential
jubilation; wonderfully titillate every iota of this
despicably famished earth; with the majestic sweetness
of your creation,

One day you will insatiably dance in the aisles of
unprecedented desire; gyrate to the tunes of unending
harmony; even as the most stringently sweltering rays
of the Sun; ferociously charred everything to spurious
dust,

One day you will inhale the most sensuously
rejuvenating scents of the atmosphere; replenish every
aspect of your penuriously dwindling existence; with
the fathomless freedom of the; boundlessly bestowing
cosmos,

One day you will tranquilly bond with your heavenly
soul; discover even the most diminutive fragment of
your sparkling conscience; to propagate the ubiquitous
essence of simplicity,

One day you will get more than what you could have
ever perceived in the most wildest of your dreams; as
you selflessly diffused the same; to all those
brutally strangulated in the dormitories of
unbelievably merciless agony,

One day you will embrace the winds of timeless
romance; bask in the glory of earth’s most wonderfully
symbiotic relationship; for infinite more births yet
to unleash,

One day you will breathe an air so impeccably
sacrosanct and without even the tiniest trace of
adulterated manipulation; that your conscience will
inevitably coalesce with the Omnisciently divine,

One day you will love so immortally with the partner
of your choice; that even the most belligerently
satanic of devils; would become entirely oblivious to
the word called ghastly “ Crime”,

And that day was invincibly sure to come in yours and
every benevolent entity’s life; so keep optimistically
conceiving and working towards that day; don’t lose
hope; don’t yet die….


(c) (r) copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. all rights reserved.
 
»Dont you dare devil

 

It was a bundle of overwhelmingly sparkling joy;
please don’t mercilessly maraud its flesh; with your
obnoxiously uncouth nails,

It was a sacrosanct leaf of freshly blossoming life;
please don’t invidiously inundate its immaculate
brain; with your horrendously truculent tales of
bizarre manipulation,

It was a fairy having just descended from the heart of
celestial sky; please don’t gruesomely maim it with
your indiscriminately cold-blooded stride,

It was the ultimate fulfilling fantasy of any two
perpetual lovers; please don’t heinously strangulate
the last iota of breath from its innocuously godly
body; with your infernos of indescribably sordid
malice,

It was a quintessentially ardent constituent in God’s
chapter of timeless procreation; please don’t ghastily
blind it forever; even before it could open its
mesmerizing eyes,

It was an Omnipotent lantern illuminating countless
dwellings besieged with disparaging despair; please
don’t ruthless snap its hands; with your fangs of
vindictive hatred,

It was an unassailable harbinger of humanity; please
don’t venomously poison its holistically vibrant soul;
with your lecherously stinking world of politics and
crime,

It was an astoundingly eclectic and unconquerable
prince; please don’t lay a battlefield of your
pugnaciously acrid thorns in whatever path that it
crawled and blissfully tread,

It was a fountain of inexorably unending happiness;
please don’t satanically thrash its ears; with your
whips of derogatorily unforgivable savagery,

It was an everlastingly smiling doll which embraced
all mankind; please don’t sinfully replace its
bountifully adorable laughter; with your ghoulish
teardrops of torturously penalizing hell,

It was the most divine fantasy of every organism
alive; please don’t hideously cripple its unblemished
originality; with your disparaging greed and
ostracizing prejudice,

It was an unparalleled jewel of the poignant eye;
please don’t salaciously rip apart its skin; with your
profusely blood stained and barbaric butcher knife,

It was a blessing from the cosmos to all fraternity of
mankind breathing and alive; please don’t trade its
innocently benign flesh; for your sinister wads of
debasing money,

It was the most impregnable Sun of tomorrow; a spell
bindingly guiding light; please don’t horrifically
confound its boundless resplendence; with your
cloudcovers of treacherously gory night,

It was an unfathomable cistern of perennial
enchantment; please don’t bawdily kick it with your
bohemian toes; always sunk way beneath the graveyards
of insane lifelessness,

It was the greatest star ever shining on marvelous
earth divine; please don’t brutally plagiarize it with
corpses of illiteracy and pernicious sodomy; instead
of gifting it with effulgent toys,

It was a horizon which had absolutely no end; please
don’t vengefully asphyxiate its chords of celestial
existence; with the disdainful abhorrence for all
surviving; ostensibly burgeoning in your eyes,

It was an immortal heartbeat pulsating with
unstoppable life; please don’t tyrannically deprive it
of all the fathomless tributaries of love; that it was
destined to assimilate every unfurling minute of its
beautiful life,

In the name of the Omnipresent Almighty Lord O! Devil;
please don’t in anyway harm the new born child; even
if your desire to kill transcends everything else on
this planet; you can readily take my life; but please
don’t harm the child; don't you dare harm the freshest
outcry of newborn life


©®copyright-2004, by nikhil parekh. All rights reserved.
 
»Dont you worry sweetheart

 

I COULDN’T AFFORD to embellish you in ornaments of pure gold; with chains of scintillating silver dangling from your neck,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would dive deep into the fathomless ocean; thread you a necklace of immaculate pearls; I extracted from the slippery oyster.


I couldn’t afford to take you long distances in an ostentatious car; with the air conditioner blowing a full blast in your face,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would place both your legs on my shoulders; and carry you adroitly under the unrelenting sun; with your warm breath caressing my hair.


I couldn’t afford to buy you exquisite eateries from the market; satiate your taste buds with appetizing caramel,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would dexterously knead rustic dough into bread; blend it with ravishing tomatoes; I specially grew for you in the backyard.


I couldn’t afford to make you sleep on a silken mattress juxtaposed with diamonds; with cozy ambience of the palace engulfing you from all sides,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would inundate your ears with mystical rhymes; be there with you on your side under the twinkling stars; until you drifted into deep sleep.


I couldn’t afford to talk with you on contemporary telephone for marathon hours; punching a jugglery of soft buttons on the intricate laptop,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would emboss letters to you with a river of my precious blood; never failing to miss the most inconspicuous of detail.


I couldn’t afford to take you on a cruise of the ocean; sitting in the grandiloquent luxury liner with its knotted masts fluttering in the salty breeze,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would chisel a plain boat of strong wood; row you all throughout the choppy sea; despite of the monstrous waves trying to drown us down.

I couldn’t afford to drape your persona in opulently embroidered cloth; a host of artificial contrivances accentuating your features,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would stitch you a cloak of pure cotton; embodied with the essence of our immortal love.


I couldn’t afford to offer you crystalline mineral liquid to drink; an incessant supply of crimson colored plum juice,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would fetch you water from the gurgling mountain springs; preserve it for you in my cupped hands till the hour you felt thirsty.


I couldn’t afford to purchase expensive books for you; impregnated with the most panoramic of graphics,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would perceive the wildest of fantasy scrutinizing dormant arenas of my brain; and then recite the same to you.


I couldn’t afford to buy the sky for you; with magnanimous gods residing in castles of unprecedented glory,
But don’t you worry sweetheart; as I would transform every inch of soil which you tread on into paradise; present the most invincible sky of our romance at your celestial feet.



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»Doors

 

When collapsible doors of the aircraft opened at high
altitude,
hordes of passenger were hurled out at volcanic
speeds,
nose-diving devoid of apparatus towards the hard skull
of earth.

as sliding doors of the train were exposed to
atmosphere,
the century old engine clambering through ice clad
domains of the mountain,
chilly currents of wind froze my breath momentarily.

wrought iron doors of submarine opened underwater,
the vociferous sea flooded into the compact interiors,
blending the luxurious ambience of wooden floor with
scores of jelly fish.

when ornate doors of the currency safe brushed across
light particles of air,
strong beams of sunlight filtered inside,
accentuating the glory of life bestowing colored
paper.

translucent glass doors of the Mercedes swung open,
satin upholstery of cushioned leather welcomed me
inside,
enchanting clouds of perfume settled on my skin,
the driving wheel felt as light as a dog whisker,
as the car sky rocketed a few inches above the ground,
zipping past picturesque falls cascading from
umpteenth spots of the
mountain.

and finally when i unfastened strings imprisoning
tender doors of my heart,
there lay a crystal clear picture of my beloved,
drowning in deep waters with her hand tightly clasped
in mine,
this was the door i intended to seal forever,
with a fountain of blood evacuted from deep within our
veins.


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