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

24. GLASS OF LOVE 

When I drank water in a glass of composite mud; the liquid tasted

ravishing; with my reflection wavering erratically in it,

However it contained tinges of dissolved sand; and was a trifle salty

for my liking.

When I drank water in a glass of deplorable copper; the liquid appeared

blurred in the prevailing darkness,

And when I sipped it; it had a stale odor of the rusty surface it had adhered to for many hours.

When I drank water in a glass of pure bamboo; the liquid looked glistening and

mesmerizing under the sun,

Although even after consuming it completely; I still felt that my bowels were

yet famished and incorrigibly demanded more.

When I drank water in a glass of yellow molded gold; the liquid inside displayed a scintillating shine; dazzling brilliantly in the most sequestered of room,

However it miserably floundered to pacify my thirst; as I was heavily circumspect in devouring the costly water.

When I drank water in a glass of hardened plastic; the liquid seemed to be

overwhelming still without the slightest of ripple,

But the tangy flavor was blatantly absent; and I didn’t relish one sip of what

I had just swallowed.

When I drank water in a glass of bombastic diamonds; the liquid looked as if

shimmering profusely under the moon,

Although an uncanny feeling enveloped my stomach; a feeling as if I had

Eaten the glittering diamonds.

When I drank water in a glass of pencil lead; the liquid inside looked obnoxiously black; readily acquiring the color of its vessel,

And I felt like puking it out with ferocious intensity; after having dubiously

gulped it.

When I drank water in a glass of broad green leaf; the liquid inside resembled

the perennial pastures sprawling over the valley,

But alongwith it there entered a fleet of invisible insects in my throat; and

I shivered inadvertently envisaging the aftermath of disease.

When I drank water in a glass of heavy stone; the liquid pretty normal to

drink,

However lifting the glass proved to be a bit cumbersome; and I felt a

bit perturbed by the flimsy effort.

And eventually when I drank water in the "GLASS OF OUR LOVE"; blending

it with a concoction of her heavenly tears,

The water tasted as sweet as never before; as impeccable as sacrosanct god; as exotic as the gyrating fairies in the sky; and it instantly put me into an inevitable slumber.