You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 7 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

22. THE THING I FEARED THE MOST 

When I transgressed through the soil of scorching desert; with the sun blazing

down my nape in full radiance,

The thing I feared the most was the insatiable desire for water; which kept

overpowering me when I knew there were no resources available.

When I was sleeping blissfully in the night; with mystical reveries besieging

my mind,

The thing I feared the most; was rambunctious noise jolting me wide awake from

my celestial siesta.

When I was chopping the trunk of corrugated tree; utilizing the full tenacity

of my wrists,

The thing I feared the most; was the blade of my axe acquiring incongruous

rust; emancipating its sharpness.

When I was swimming through placid waters of the river; with lavender coated

petals of lotus drifting past my nose,

The thing I feared the most; was turbulent waves pervading the still waters;

disrupting the synchrony of my swim.

When I was traveling up the monumental edifice in an elevator; sighting

spacious dwellings now as condensed matchboxes,

The thing I feared the most; was the intricate coil of lift brusquely

snapping; and the contraption hurling at full speeds towards the stony

ground.

When I was driving my car at swashbuckling speeds through picturesque slopes;

feasting my eyes on a backdrop of panoramic waterfalls,

The thing I feared the most; was the twin brakes failing and the automobile

wildly careening into the treacherous valley.

When I was nibbling rustic berries; plucking them in clusters from the

vivaciously swirling jungle tree,

The thing I feared the most; was the likelihood of the fruit being savagely

poisoned; having the ghastly potential of causing death.

When I embellished my persona with grandiloquent slabs of glittering gold;

wore jingling necklaces studded with an armory of scintillating diamonds,

The thing I feared the most; was the brutal onslaught of robbers viciously

tearing apart my wealth.

When I diligently working on the contemporary computer; with the fluorescent

light of the screen infiltrating my eyes,

The thing that I feared the most; was a host of obnoxious virus permeating the

software; assassinating all the files I had scrupulously stored.

When I was shivering incessantly in winter winds; the partition of my teeth

clattering inevitably,

The thing I feared the most; was the snow precipitating from the skies;

exacerbating my condition still further.

And when I was with my beloved; encompassed in the warmth of her arms; the

essence of her breath inundating me with unprecedented happiness,

The thing I feared the most; was the creator taking her far away from me; as I

knew there was no other power existing on earth; that could try and possibly

separate us.