Poetry

1. ONE WOMAN
I might have eaten different varieties of food every day; appeasing my gluttony with
the exact taste that circulated instantaneously in my tongue,
I might have worn different clothes every day; vacillating between contemporary and
traditional fabric; to succeed in my spurious attempts of looking the best,
I might have talked in different dialects every day; maneuvering my tongue several
times; to achieve that bombastic slang which I had perpetually dreamt of,
I might have wandered in different directions every day; incessantly discovering and
stimulating my insatiable greed for adventure,
I might have read different books every day; profoundly engrossed in the inscrutable
tales of enchanting mystery and romance,
I might have slept at different places every day; sometimes under the tenacious
moonlight blending with placid grass; while sometimes on the astronomical summit
of the mountain feasting on the tremendously deep pink gorge,
I might have looked in different directions every day; trying my ultimate best to
decipher the intricacies of this fascinating planet,
I might have bathed in different waters every day; sometimes standing under the
artificial bathroom shower; while sometimes splashing my arms in supremely
poignant ocean salt,
I might have driven different cars every day; sometimes the astoundingly sleek silver
Mercedes; while sometimes the battered jalopy to play a few pranks on fellow beings,
I might have adorned my wrists with different watches every day; zealously observing
as the seconds ticked into oblivion with each unveiling night,
I might have admired different sights every day; fantasizing almost every minute to
unprecedented realms of bizarre imagination,
I might have danced on different floors every day; sometimes on scintillating slabs of
marvelous granite; while sometimes brazenly striking my bohemian foot on the
muddy ground,
I might have inadvertently broken different things every day; sometimes the glittering
bowls extruding from the mantelpiece; while sometimes the tiny mountains of sand
that suddenly came my way,

2. I might have drunk different liquids every day; quenching my thirst with the most
conducive flavor that my throat cried for,
I might have sat on several different places every day; ranging from as obdurate as the
stubborn stone; to the ambiguous oasis of satiny fur strewn on the hills,
I might have shaken hands with different people every day; unabashedly interacting
with each section of the vast society,
I might have listened to different tunes every day; feasting my sensitive ears to a
fathomless pedigree of mind boggling and profusely enthralling music,
I might have frequented different continents every day; whizzed past over boundless
territories of land and water; seated like a prince on the lavish upholstery of my
personal plane,
I might have bought different toys every day; in my endeavor to amuse myself
profoundly; reminisce way back into memories of, memories of unadulterated and
innocuous childhood,
I might have worshipped different deities every day; advocating my firm belief in
each form of God existing; through far and wide in this secularly woven orthodox
world,
I might have taken the blessings of different mothers every day; revering and
insurmountably respecting their irrefutable tenacity to evolve new life,
But let me tell you; that although everything in my life had been different every day, I
still have no inhibitions in declaring that I have loved only one woman from the
bottom of my heart; the very woman whom I would continue to adore for centuries
immemorial; the very woman whose essence would keep lingering around my
impoverished soul even under my grave, the woman who is none other than my
beloved .