Poetry

1. GLASS OF LOVE
When I drank water in a glass of composite mud; the liquid tasted
ravishing; with my reflection wavering erratically in it,
However it contained tinges of dissolved sand; and was a trifle salty
for my liking.
When I drank water in a glass of deplorable copper; the liquid appeared
blurred in the prevailing darkness,
And when I sipped it; it had a stale odor of the rusty surface it had adhered to for
many hours.
When I drank water in a glass of pure bamboo; the liquid looked glistening and
mesmerizing under the sun,
Although even after consuming it completely; I still felt that my bowels were
yet famished and incorrigibly demanded more.
When I drank water in a glass of yellow molded gold; the liquid inside displayed a
scintillating shine; dazzling brilliantly in the most sequestered of room,
However it miserably floundered to pacify my thirst; as I was heavily circumspect in
devouring the costly water.
When I drank water in a glass of hardened plastic; the liquid seemed to be
overwhelming still without the slightest of ripple,
But the tangy flavor was blatantly absent; and I didn’t relish one sip of what
I had just swallowed.
When I drank water in a glass of bombastic diamonds; the liquid looked as if
shimmering profusely under the moon,
Although an uncanny feeling enveloped my stomach; a feeling as if I had
Eaten the glittering diamonds.
When I drank water in a glass of pencil lead; the liquid inside looked obnoxiously
black; readily acquiring the color of its vessel,
And I felt like puking it out with ferocious intensity; after having dubiously
gulped it.
When I drank water in a glass of broad green leaf; the liquid inside resembled
the perennial pastures sprawling over the valley,
But alongwith it there entered a fleet of invisible insects in my throat; and
I shivered inadvertently envisaging the aftermath of disease.
When I drank water in a glass of heavy stone; the liquid pretty normal to
drink,

2. However lifting the glass proved to be a bit cumbersome; and I felt a
bit perturbed by the flimsy effort.
And eventually when I drank water in the "GLASS OF OUR LOVE"; blending
it with a concoction of her heavenly tears,
The water tasted as sweet as never before; as impeccable as sacrosanct god; as exotic
as the gyrating fairies in the sky; and it instantly put me into an inevitable slumber.