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

23. THE BISCUIT OF LOVE 

When I consumed a fat biscuit of mud; trying to masticate it fervently with my

angular teeth,

I simply failed to succeed; the mud impregnated a bitter taste in my mouth;

and I inevitably puked out the curry with anguished sighs and gasps.

When I devoured a biscuit of stone; gulping It down with a glassful of mineral

water,

My stomach felt a trifle uneasy trying hard to accept this alien food; and it

finally came out intact and composite; a few hours after I painstakingly

expurgated my bowels.

When I chewed a biscuit of royal gold; endeavoring to soften it with the slimy

layer of my saliva,

Horrendous feelings of wasting currency engulfed my mind; and I immediately

spewed out the biscuit; trying to retain its natural contour and shine.

When I ate a rotund biscuit of condensed chocolate; replete with bountiful

fillings of sweet candy,

I felt good in the beginning; but my felicity soon transited into dismay; when

the blood report indicated that I had astronomically high levels of sugar.

When I tasted a piquant biscuit of green chili; blended commensurately with

garlic powder,

I rampantly screamed as if stabbed by a thousand burnt needles; scampered like

never before to the nearest source of portable water.

When I put a biscuit of almond soap in my mouth; there was gargantuan froth

produced as a manifestation,

Infinite bubbles elastic in texture now emanated whenever I opened my mouth;

and there was an insurmountable urge in my persona to thoroughly cleanse my

tongue.

When I languidly placed a biscuit of frozen snow in my mouth; the complexion

of my face transformed to a scarlet crimson,

Unfathomable clusters of taste died there itself; and I felt gruesome shivers

cascading down my spine.

When I attempted to gnaw at a biscuit of rusty iron; there was tumultuous

force exerted on my teeth,

They finally buckled under the intractable pressure; leaving rivulets of

sticky blood oozing from my lips.

When I feverishly tried to eat a biscuit of compressed honey; there was an

infectious sweetness that enveloped my mouth,

But when I got up in the morning after a contended nights sleep; there was a

battalion of red ant crawling all over; inserting their tiny pincers in my flesh.

And eventually when I consumed the biscuit of love; which was stitched

meticulously by her; with threads of our perpetual love,

My body felt profoundly rejuvenated; all the dreariness seemed to have

evaporated into thin air; and it was now that I felt that I was invincible;

beyond the inexplicable limits of this world .