I Loved You And Still Hated You (poem) by Nikhil Parekh

I Loved You And Still Hated You
by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet → (All Poetry by Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet)
Thursday, March 17, 2016 Rated "G" by the Author.

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I loved your eyes for they were mesmerizing and beautiful; globules of empathy trickling down their periphery; the instant they witnessed someone in agony and pain, At the same time I hated them for wandering around unwittingly; trying To explore and admire beautiful faces except mine. I loved your hands as they were masculine and tough; caressed through the satiny ensemble of my hair; drowning me into an ocean of perpetual ecstasy, At the same I hated them for inadvertently brushing across someone in the crowd; entwining in a vice like grip with alien fingers; occasionally during the day in a handshake. I loved your smile as it was delectably amicable; making me gasp in utter bewilderment, At the same time I hated it when you flashed the same at cocktail parties; greeted every person on the door with it spreading infectiously across our facial contours. I loved your sonorous voice; the crisp yet enchanting sounds which emanated when you opened your mouth to utter my name, At the same time I hated it when you used the same to appease your confederates; addressed colossal gatherings; emphatically on the mike. I loved your revitalizing aroma; the scent of perspiration that dribbled profusely from your body, At the same time I hated it; when your overwhelming charisma crowned you the king in the office; insatiably drifted your female counterparts in intimate contacts with your persona. I loved your unsurpassable sense of concern; the umpteenth number of times of times you slept on the cold floor; for me to relish the warmth of the fire, At the same time I hated it; when you displayed it to others; went out of your way to gratify their demands. I loved your ears; the flaccid globes of flesh dangling majestically across your neck swaying nimbly in the air, At the same time I hated them for listening attentively to intricate sounds; instead of being wholesomely engrossed in mine. I loved your hair; the jet black strands of follicles that profoundly embellished your scalp, At the same time I hated them; when they blew rampantly in the direction of wind blowing from the opposite side. I loved your breath; the passion it ignited when It plummeted down the bare skin of my cheek, At the same I hated it; when an infinitesimal portion of it struck the earth; instead of blending completely with my soul. And I loved your heart; was simply enamored to hear it throb turbulently against my palms, At the same time I hated it; as the girl next door wanted to imprison it as badly; as perhaps I could die for it.