Poetry

1. 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,

2. 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.