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

29. POLISH 

I polished my shoe using a blend of molten wax and color; exerting

onerous strokes with my hands,

As an aftermath they shone brilliantly under the sun; however after a

few hours of transgressing through the streets; they were completely

covered with squalid mud.

I polished the nondescript wall using a canister full of turpentine

oil; painting the same with shades of sparkling white,

As a result it appeared a stupendous treat to the eye; however after a

while I noticed abashing chocolate smudges which the children must have left

while playing.

I polished the necklace of lackluster silver by dipping it in pure

milk; vigorously kneading its periphery applying stringent lemon,

As a manifestation it shimmered magnificently under the beams of moon;

however when I sighted it after a few days it had again acquired incorrigible

stains of black juxtaposed with perspiration.

I polished my plate of food submerging it in a bath of foam; then

scrubbing it with a cloth of flocculent silk,

It glistened marvelously as if brand new; however after consuming my

meal of rice and curry; it again got coated with blemishes of black and blue.

I polished the windscreen of my car drenching it in tepid water; then

massaging it till it emanated a screeching sound,

The effect was so incredulous that I could almost spot stars sleeping

behind the sun; however after few minutes of driving the glass again looked

tainted with a sheet of nascent dust lining its borders.

I polished my finger nails using scarlet nailpolish; meticulously

applying it to engulf the entire surface,

The effect was pretty exotic as they conspicuously glimmered under the

lights; however after a fortnight the color seemed to as evanescent as the

passing storms.

I polished my teeth using a fat smear of tangy toothpaste; resolutely

stroking the brush umpteenth times on their surface,

As a consequence the armory of my enamel radiated like scintillating

pearls; however as the day unveiled itself into night; I saw a host of germ and

bacteria sticking merrily to them.

I polished my attire using an antiseptic bar of detergent; brushing

away the most minuscule particle of dust from my collar,

As a result of which I got profoundly noticed in public; however after

a few minutes a speeding car sprayed a drizzle of fetid water while passing;

and my immaculate demeanor was now converted to mere shambles.

I polished the floor all day using all sorts of modern contrivances;

even going to the extent of licking it clean with my tongue,

As an inevitable outcome it emitted brilliant ramifications of purity;

however after sometime was rendered indescribable; as unruly strangers entered

with their dirty feet.

But as far as my beloved was concerned she didn’t need the slightest of

sparkle; the slightest of ostentation to project her persona,

The inner beauty of her heart perennially shone; irrespective of

changing seasons and the unleashing of time,

She was the only person who by my perception was the most beautiful;

the one who didn’t need the slightest of polish.