You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 10 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

32. I JUST WANT YOUR LOVE

I didn’t want the grandiloquent Taj Mahal to live in,

A solitary hut with fortified walls would beautifully suffice.

I didn’t want to drink chicory mugs of opulent cherry wine;

A glass of holistic water was all I needed to quench my thirst.

I didn’t want ornate embellishments of cloth to drape my persona,

Jagged rags of jute; blended with firmly riveted buttons would work as a

wonderful substitute.

I didn’t want mesmerizing rhymes sung by the matron; in order to sleep,

The monotonous cacophony of vehicular traffic would prove to be an adept

tranquilizer.

I didn’t want flamboyant cars to traverse the Grey carpet of roads,

The non-polluting; multiple spiked bicycle would help me maintain

my circulation of blood.

I didn’t want the silken floss of brush; to scrub the armory of my teeth,

Serrated sticks of medicinal neem; would render my palette with a ravishing

scent all sunlit day.

I didn’t want swim in the luxuriously sculptured; glistening water pool,

Instead I wanted to feel the exhilaration while trespassing through choppy waves

of the saline ocean.

I didn’t want to consume pasteurized milk; juxtaposed with flavored nuts,

Fresh droplets of milk oozing from the teats of mother cow; was the one indispensable for my bones.

I didn’t want to be exorbitantly applauded by scores of innocuous individuals;

Benevolent  prayers; from within deep recesses of their heart would be

enough to make me ecstatic.

I didn’t want artificial contrivance's to illuminate the atmosphere,

The dazzling light of sun; and enchanting beams of moon were fathomless to

cherish.

I didn’t want appetizing dishes of roasted almonds; with a slurry of processed

butter,

Bountiful fruits dangling from the tree; and a plethora of succulent vegetable

leaf would annihilate all indigestion.

I didn’t want the luminous dial of imported watch; wound tautly against my

wrist,

The varied positions of sun god and changing patterns of light would give me an

excellent idea of time.

I didn’t want battalion of flowers to be laid for my reception,

An ambience bereft dust and debris; evacuated of wild thorn would be the

enough to express gratitude.

I didn’t want fat bundles of currency; with you dressed in ostentatious jewelry

as my bride,

A rustically polished face; with a cluster of inexpensive flower in your hair;

would pacify my heart,

As I would outrageously cry out in public and say "I just want your perpetual love" .