Poetry

1. STEALING MY HEART
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my car; whizzed past the
meandering slopes of the valley at roaring speeds; and blended profusely with the
spirit of adventure,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my swanky perfume bottle;
flooded your entire entity by prolifically sprinkling the same; basked in the aisles of
unsurpassable fragrance that emanated as a ramification,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my shoes; audaciously
clambered up the mountains; tightly fitting them to your nimble skinned soles,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my drum replete with
glistening jewels; embellished your entire body with scintillating garments portraying
them bombastically to the outside world,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my appetizing morsels of
food; feasted on the same sipping delectable pints of red wine on the verdant slopes
of the ecstatic waterfall,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my entire wardrobe of
clothes; philandered through the rustic fields adorned in cowboy boots; audaciously
brandishing your tomboyish attire,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my feather tipped pen;
sketched exquisite shapes of the voluptuous stars lingering in the cosmos; emptied all
the ink entrapped within to sign the bulky chequebooks,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my books; had a smashing
time in browsing through the majestic ensemble of beautiful words; drowning
yourself wholesomely into the tantalizing fantasy imprisoned within,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my colossal dwelling;
leaving me scorched and dry on the streets to uncertainly weave my way around,
It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my children; frolicked and
enjoyed with them on the sea shores; while I brooded incessantly in moments of
gruesome silence,
It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my diamond studded sword;
swished it violently around; pretentiously pretending to inhabit the royal throne,

2. It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole by bushy beard and moustache;
tossing my hair around in unprecedented glee; after plucking them from my skin
furtively in the night,
It didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole every single penny of my wealth;
absconded away with the gargantuan conglomerate of currency that I had perspired
for all my life,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my entire fleet of teeth;
adroitly removing them after injecting me with unfathomable doses of sedation;
giving them as a special bone to your pet dog to relish and chew,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my fame; perfidiously bad
mouthed about me to as far and wide as you possibly could in this world; trying to
abysmally look me down in front of people whom I irrefutably revered and adored,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my infectious smile;
whipping me indefatigably with your acerbic string of sardonic comments; made me
cry by hurling at me abuses which I had never come across in the most wildest of my
dreams,
It really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my ideals; inevitably
compelling me to act against my own wishes; blackmailing me indiscriminately by
exploiting my supremely sensitive points,
And it really didn’t matter to me the slightest; even if you stole my life; made me
relinquish precious breathing; secretly poisoning the water I gulped; viciously
adulterating my big tumbler of morning milk with snake venom,
As all these things were too trivial to bother me; for you had already committed a
robbery even greater than this stealing my heart when you met me several years
ago; making me a slave of your immortal love;
And today whatever else you stole did not impact me the slightest; simply and
miserably failed to bother me at all .