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

27. ROPE OF LOVE 

When they tied me in ropes of slender steel; mercilessly cupping my

hands in an airtight embrace,

I felt submerged by disparaging despair in the beginning; although

after a while I used my ingenuity and managed to wriggle out completely free

from my bondage.

When they wound me in ropes of sparkling diamonds; the acerbic edges of

stone pricked me severely in my veins,

I was a blend of tribulation and supreme rhapsody at witnessing the

jewels; although after a few hours I astutely succeeded to chisel the same and

hastily absconded.

When they strangulated me in ropes of threadbare rubber; securely tying

my hands and feet,

I felt the breath imprisoned in my chest stifling every unleashing

minute; although I somehow achieved to find a rusty knife; eloped like the

frisky giraffe after chafing my ropes.

When they enmeshed me in ropes of acrimonious thorns; the stinging

nettles made me profusely bleed,

I felt an obfuscated blur encircle my eyes; although after a few

determined gasps; I opened my barricades insurmountably flexing my muscles; and

decamped surreptitiously via the boundless ocean.

When they tethered me uncouthly in ropes of live snakes; with the

hooded monster snaring its venomous fangs on my cheek,

I felt an armory of Goosebumps creep up on my skin; sweat dribbling

like torrential rain from my body; although in the end I was able to defeat

my lethal adversary; and fled for my life as fast as those tiny legs of

mine could carry me.

When they enslaved me in ropes of thick tree roots; a plethora of worms

and pugnacious ants crawled on my body from the same,

I initially felt miserable with the insects abhorrently tickling my

flesh; although a few minutes of intense contemplation; I was able to unwind

the knots; and galloped as speedily as I could from the dense jungle.

When they captivated me in ropes of blistering iron; stuffing my mouth

with tones of fetid cotton,

I thought this was going to be my last day of holistic survival;

although within seconds I discovered a gas stove nearby; judiciously used the

flames to snap open my chains and then transgressed through the heavy door to

escape.

When they incarcerated me in ropes of coarse cloth; hanging me upside

down with my feet tautly kissing the tall ceiling,

I started perceiving the world as being grotesquely distorted; although

after a few breaths I used my teeth to acrobatically open my chords; and fled

the disdainful scenario; leaping through partially open window.

When they bound me in ropes of crude glass pieces; stripping every bit

of cloth from my persona,

I felt a stream of fresh blood oozing incessantly from my raw wounds;

although I still managed to break free vehemently flinging the pointed shards

from my arms.

And eventually when they imprisoned me in the "ROPE OF LOVE"; with my

beloved lying blissfully by my side,

I endeavored as hard as possible to scamper away; but this time though

the mesmerizing essence of her entity; the invincible power of her devotion

for my being; held me incorrigibly on the ground; to bask for centuries

unprecedented in the glory of her widespread arms.