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

30. IF I WERE TO CHOOSE 

If I were to choose from; speeding in a motorboat to swimming against

choppy waves of the ocean,

I would prefer wading across the stormy waters profusely moving my

arms; rather than the insipid journey in the cruise liner.

If I were to choose from; languishing on the flocculent couch to

sleeping on the stone cold floor,

I would prefer to caress the ground; roll wildly in unparalleled

exuberance; rather than the effeminate comfort of the bed.

If I were to choose from; transgressing the desert barefoot to riding

on profoundly hunched camel back,

I would prefer to walk feeling the tenacity of blistering sun on my

back; rather than petulantly torture the innocuous beast.

If I were to choose from; reaching the pinnacle of the mountain top on

cable car to clambering up using a knotted rope,

I would prefer to onerously scramble my way to the top basking in the

spirit of paramount adventure; rather than descending on my destination

without flexing the slightest of my muscle.

If I were to choose from; drinking opulent wine floating in swanky

glasses to crystalline liquid extracted from the belly of earth,

I would prefer rapidly gulping the scintillating water; rather than

collapsing in a disheveled heap on the ground after devouring the inebriating

elixir.

If I were to choose from; inhaling artificial air from the compact

cylinder of oxygen to breathing directly from the atmosphere,

I would prefer to expand my lungs to their full capacity in my chest

drawing in ravishing puffs of oxygen; rather than respiring the adulterated

surroundings.

If I were to choose from; watching television to voraciously reading

infinite lines of literature,

I would prefer to exorbitantly exert my eyes trying to innovatively

perceive in the dormitories of my mind; rather than indolently viewing gaudy

images flickering on the silver screen.

If I were to choose from; dancing in the sleazy discotheque in an

ambience of bombastic lights to swirling on the vast ground,

I would prefer to rambunctiously gyrate under the dazzling sun god;

rather than consciously moving my body in the realms of nimble sophistication.

If I were to choose from; residing in the grandiloquent palace to the

rustic interiors of a tumbledown hut,

I would prefer to live in the ramshackle barn with boisterous droplets

of rain cascading freely through blatantly gaping holes; rather than having a

fleet of bodyguards parading around my impoverished persona.

If I were to choose from; staying secure in custody of the corrupt

leaders den to flinging my life away for the sake of my country,

I would prefer; to indiscriminately shed my blood on the battlefield

rather than keep leading a life of opprobrious contempt.

And if I were to choose from; my beloved and boundless notes of white

currency, I would definitely prefer her compounded with our penurious condition

to live; rather than leading a lackluster life divested of the desire to

struggle; a life utterly bereft of the zeal to live.