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

40. SHE LOVED ME FOR MY MONEY 

I filled the bathtub to the brim; with a solution of my crystalline tears, 

She entered; cleansed her blotted hands in the same; exited as phlegmatically as she had come. 

I eccentrically plucked infinite hair from my scalp; throwing them in a heap on the cold floor,  

She swept the same with uncouth ease; into the hollow realms of the fetid dustbin. 

I peeled intricate arenas of my skin; with fresh blood oozing out from my wounds,  

She roasted them with salt curry; consuming the appetizing delicacy for nocturnal supper. 

I banged my fist hard against the formidable wall; developing a plethora of fractured bone,  

She frigidly tread on the same; exerting unrelenting pressure from her large feet. 

I inscribed her name on my bare chest; with the chiseled end of a dagger,  

She laughed boisterously witnessing the same; confronting me with a volley of expletives. 

I presented her with a bunch of fragrant rose; at the onset of every dawn,  

She tore the petals with meticulous proficiency; saving the raw buds as natural manure for the plants. 

I stripped of bulk of my clothing; to cover her in the abysmal freezing winter cold,  

She shrugged of the same with intrepid nonchalance; to cover her pet sleeping peacefully beside the fire. 

I ran marathon distances in the sweltering sun; to fetch her cool water,  

She held the glass for a minute in her hands; spilling its contents completely to blend with disdainful mud.

I carried her unfathomable distances in the desert; when she was unconscious and in tumultuous anguish,  

However the moment she woke up; she gave me a cheeky smile; spitting loads of saliva on my face. 

I fed her like a child when she was ill; contracting lethal virus in her blood,  

She bludgeoned me with poignant slaps; mutilating my persona; the moment she acquired back her reservoir of strength. 

I worshipped her like a sacrosanct deity; fantasizing about her all monotonous day and night,  

She kicked me in my rear like a slave; commanding me to kiss her toes. 

There was a time when I was blessed with bountiful riches; she then loved me like nobody else,  

The tyranny of fate today had rendered me exorbitantly penurious; with meager savings to my credit,  

She had always admired me for my affluence; my insatiable gluttony for embellishing her with gold,  

And at the reigning moment when I was haplessly struggling on the solitary streets,  

She wanted me to relinquish breath; as much as she had once upon a time; superficially loved me .

The End .