You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 2 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

23. THE ARROW OF LOVE 

When an arrow of barbaric iron struck me on my chest; rivulets of blood trickled down rampantly,

Soft portions of flesh were brutally invaded; and I emitted loud screams of anguish under my vanishing breath.

When an arrow of glittering gold struck me perilously close to my ribs; I

initially felt elated at witnessing the opulence embedded,

However after a while the beats of my heart reduced dramatically; and

An uncanny numbness seemed to be encompassing my persona.

When an arrow of acrimonious thorns struck me in my eye; I felt a

sudden gush of blindness encroach upon my silhouette,

The world now seemed an obfuscated blur of its original self; and I now

sighted the dazzling sun in the sky as gruesomely black.

When an arrow of piquant chili struck me in the center of my nostrils;

I experienced fuming sensations engulf my breath,

Eloped as fast as my skinny legs could carry me; to dip my burnt skin in revitalizing water.

When an arrow of obnoxious tobacco struck me on my lips; the derogatory

odor made me inevitably cough,

Some of the derogatory powder had also entered my intricate intestines;

and I vomited out the poisonous extract with my inebriated eyes feebly

closing down.

When an arrow of resplendent silver struck me in my legs; I at the

onset appreciated the gleam and accentuated shine,

Although after a few seconds had elapsed; collapsed in a bedraggled

heap on the stony floor; unable to bear the tyranny anymore.

When an arrow of pointed glass struck me in my face; indiscriminately

permeating through my cheek,

I felt as if stabbed by millions of scorpion tails; lost holistic consciousness instantaneously succumbing to the mighty onslaught.

When an arrow of golden honey struck me on my rotund stomach; this time

I felt no pain not even the slightest of discomfort,

However with rising of the next dawn; a conglomerate of parasites and

leech had camouflaged my skin from the world; greedily sucking the nectar as

well as long pieces of my bone.

When an arrow of charred wood struck me in my shoulder; it mercilessly

ripped apart the protruding muscle,

Made sooty indentations on my sparkling complexion; sapping away

exuberant sources of energy from my demeanor.

And eventually when the "ARROW OF LOVE"  struck me in the middle of my

forehead; I felt mystical sensations inundate my soul,

There was a revolutionary stirring which occurred in my heart; making me completely forgetful to the heaps of tribulation I had suffered just minutes before,

Drowning me into an ocean of celestial harmony; a land where there existed nothing else but an insatiable spirit to romantically exist and care.