Hide and Seek - Part 6 - Rhyming & Non Rhyming Poems by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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19. WHEN I WROTE HER NAME

 

When I wrote her name with light fountain ink; on the naked parchment of white paper,

It appeared almost invisible; failed to portray the fervent intensity of our romance.

 

When I inscribed her name on the walls; using exquisite quality of floral paints,

There emanated an ethereal fragrance of flower; although it failed to highlight the main ingredient of our love.

 

When I scribbled her name on the slippery beach sands; using a chiseled twig,

The calligraphy embossed looked amusing; although it soon got washed in entirety by the gushing waves.

 

When I painted her name on scintillating glass; using vibrant strokes of steel gray,

The printing was so scrupulous and neat; that it miserably failed to depict the tenacity of our relationship.

 

When I wrote her name on the black board; using a cylindrical stick of expensive chalk,

It appeared clear and bold; although it couldn’t yet provoke even the slightest of sentiment; and the professor soon scrubbed it clean with his duster.

 

When I embedded her name on a triangular biscuit of gold; using my switchblade knife,

It appeared grandiloquently studded; although it gave our love a look of ostentatious flattery.

 

When I symmetrically carved her name on the soft tree bark; using the corrugated drill,

It appeared astoundingly clear from a far distance; although it failed to convey our immortality; as the next second a nomad chopped it down.

 

When I incorporated her name on the voluptuous cake; using an icing of aromatic peppermint,

It looked romantically enticing; although it couldn’t display the essence of our romance; soon lost its charm as a battalion of ants and insets crawled all over.

 

When I painstakingly penned her name on glittering diamonds; using a solution of shimmering silver,

It appeared kingly and aristocratic; although it failed to highlight the hardships we had undergone to make our love an intransigent success.

 

And when I wrote her name on my chest; using rusty nails and a gleaming blade,

Pools of blood dribbled down my ribs; rendering me virtually unconscious; but this time it spoke fathomless volumes of our immense dedication,

With each droplet of blood; reflecting the unconquerable tenacity of our everlasting love.