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

47. I NEEDED TO DIE 

So that you could sleep blissfully all night; languish in the aisles of

desire with an enchanting yawn engulfing your face,

I needed to wake up with my eyes incorrigibly open; fighting valiantly

against the most inconspicuous of evil hovering around.

So that you could eat appetizing food; masticate ravishing chunks of

poignant butter with stupendous relish,

I needed to sustain life on bland slices of bread and water; remain

famished with a large bandanna stringently encapsulating my stomach.

So that you could bathe in crystalline water dribbling from the alps;

apply the most bombastic of shampoo on your dainty skin,

I needed to be content rolling in a slush of dirty rain water; remained

unwashed on the trot; sometimes for days.

So that you could fly kites high and princely in the sky; tugging the

strings ecstatically with your petite hands,

I needed to run helter-skelter in vicinity; trying to capsize all the

broken ones entangled on trees; for you to continue your extravaganza.

So that you could play in a cool ambience of air-conditioner; caress

soft toys and view astounding cartoons,

I needed to traverse through the blistering deserts; bear the brunt of

disdainful sands right on my face.

So that you could wear the best of clothes; embellish you entire flesh

with beads of glittering gold,

I needed to gallivant naked in the freezing cold; bereft of a single

cloth on my body.

So that you could watch exhilarating pictures; inundate your ears with

enigmatic tunes,

I needed to tear every hair from my scalp; in evolving innovative ideas

for you to view.

So that you could laugh wholeheartedly; smile with passionate charisma

all round the clock,

I needed to slog it out against the uncouth world; shed tears of

scarlet blood in my unrelenting battle to win.

So that you could talk loquaciously; flamboyantly announce your presence in bustling crowds,

I needed to inevitably keep myself subdued; stay completely lackluster and dumb in public.

So that you could fantasize incessantly; day-dream rampantly about all the

wonderful lurking in this mystical world,

I needed to exist in pragmatic reality; transgress through a valley of rusted

thorns; for you to romanticize in the corridor of pleasure.

And So that you could live life like a princess; rule the entire universe with

the power of your wealth,

I needed to abdicate breath instantaneously; to metamorphose all your dreams

into perpetual reality; O! yes I NEEDED TO DIE.