You Die; I Die - Love Poems - Part 5 by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

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1. JUST MARRYING HER 

 

Just touching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were brutally forcing her,

 

Just winking at her doesn’t mean; that you were perpetually proposing her,

 

Just playing with her voluptuous hair; doesn’t mean that you compassionately cared about her,

 

Just staring into her rubicund eyes; doesn’t mean that you understood every iota of her pain,

 

Just sitting beside her enchanting grace; doesn’t mean that you audaciously shouldered all her miseries in life,

 

Just tightly clasping her dainty palms; doesn’t mean that you understood what she actually desired from life,

 

Just mischievously pinching her skin; doesn’t mean that you were making her feel like an immaculate child,

 

Just taking her out in your swanky car; doesn’t mean that you were pacifying every need of her existence,

 

Just inscribing her name with a knife on your chest; doesn’t mean you were more passionate about her; than the angels in the sky,

 

Just uttering her name umpteenth number of times in a minute; doesn’t mean that you made her every dream manifest into a reality,

 

Just traversing behind her like a shadow; doesn’t mean that you could read what was incessantly going on in her heavenly mind,

 

Just philandering with her on the romantic mountains; doesn’t mean that you were the greatest lover born on this earth,

 

Just gifting her with some conventionally sleek contraptions; doesn’t mean that you had veritably stolen her heart forever,

 

Just pacing around her seductive countenance; engulfed by a river of nervous sweat; doesn’t mean that you could wholesomely commiserate with her proliferating sorrow,

 

Just wishing her the earliest on her birthday; doesn’t mean that you topped her list of boundless admirers,

Just wholesomely applauding her melodiously captivating voice; doesn’t mean that you comprehended the agony besieging her soul,

 

Just frequenting her dwelling insurmountable number of times in the day; doesn’t mean that you were the closest to her; till the time she breathed,

 

Just emulating her every impeccable action; doesn’t mean that you were her greatest connoisseur,

 

And just marrying her in the most grandiloquent fashion on this earth; doesn’t mean that you really loved her; had made her yours for times even beyond; what you could contemplate .