Life = Death - volume 5 - Poems on Life , Death

IF I HAD CLOSED MY BREATH YESTERDAY

If I had cut my fingers yesterday; then how could I hold the scintillating cluster of diamonds strewn abundantly in the fields for me today?

If I had mercilessly chopped off my tongue yesterday; then how could I call the names of the ones I cherished the most; the ones who were actually present before my eyes today?

If I had given my legs to the preposterously huge shark to swallow yesterday; then how could I reach the summit of the gigantic mountain; which was just inches away from my body today?

If I had gruesomely blinded my eyes yesterday; then how could I admire and profoundly relish the mesmerizing sights that unveiled in front of my eyes today?

If I had uncouthly extricated my mass of dainty intestines yesterday; then how could I enjoy the appetizing delicacies laid sumptuously on my palate today?

If I had ruthlessly smashed my neck yesterday; then how could I hoist it towards the Moon; which was shimmering in perennial bliss today?

If I had horrendously punctured both my ears yesterday; then how could I profusely absorb all the enchanting sounds; which splendidly inundated the atmosphere today?

If I had apathetically sewed my lips yesterday; then how could I sing ingratiating songs for the person I loved the most today?

If I had brutally pulverized all the bones in my ribs yesterday; then how could I thunderously gyrate and swing to the tunes of animated nature today?

If I had drilled gaping holes through my armory of teeth yesterday; then how could I chew with unprecedented gusto; the exotic mountain of voluptuous nuts stashed abundantly on my bedside table today?

If I had satanically sheared my intricately seductive eyelids yesterday; then how could I enjoy the stupendously cool coat of dewdrops that hung ardently in the
atmosphere today?

If I had insanely evacuated every droplet of blood from the veins in my body yesterday; then how could I donate it to save the life of my mother; who was
struggling for breath; and on the tenterhooks of extinction today?

If I had invidiously ripped apart even the last bit of my fingernails yesterday; then how could I scratch at the heavenly chunks of cheese; insatiably caress the titillating couch of fur that engulfed me from all sides today?

If I had injected snake poison in my tender brain yesterday; then how could I embrace the astronomical prowess of memory; the spellbinding ocean of imagination that awaited open handed for me today?

If I had savagely dried the emphatic cloud of moisture from my jeweled eyeball yesterday; then how could I ooze a river of exuberant tears for my separated ones; who had met me after countless number of decades today?

If I had diabolically peeled each pore of my nimble skin yesterday; then how could I accept the color of the entire Universe; uninhibitedly bouncing in my lap today?

If I had abruptly stopped my heart from beating yesterday; then how could I worship the person who was irrefutably in love with me today?

And If I had strangulated my breath yesterday; forcing my being to relinquish life in utter frustration yesterday; then how could I bask in the glory of the brilliant Sun; which kissed my impoverished doorstep passionately today?