Slowly, you saw the city citing its darkness After a very long time The waxing crescent smiled at the waning prejudices Overloaded by dexterity of tangible tactics The volts of the brain, hit another jolt And that joy of the jolt Asked for another 'why'
Slowly, those who have never beheld the sky Are busy in aligning your star To provide you with the 'ladder' of this world To climb higher up and then drown you in ocean of their lies with every other trainees Travelling for same transaction While wishing different answers All in effort to starve you of your own self
Slowly, your sob ...your tears .. your thoughts mingling to be alike These wonders weave the arc to archaic And you knew it's just 'you' here For a while ... whirling in several 'whys '... Somewhere the truths instilling its tale together
Slowly, the voices of your composition was in restitution You might have craved for your known niche While the soul was carving itself in wherever ,whenever and whatever air you were breathing in.....known or unknown
Slowly I smirked to myself musing No longer was I tied to that monster for life I was a nice and decent man and I definitely Deserved someone more grateful for a wife
I planned to call the cops come the morn Report her missing and bring this ordeal to an end The witch of a wife I’d endured for this long Had erroneously thought that for her I would always bend
Half an hour back I’d driven from the lake Just on the outskirts of my city And sat comfortably in the boat and watched Her drown without a pinch of pity
On my shoulder I’d carried her form to the car From the house that I’d cleaned with bleach After piercing her heart with a blade With an aloofness that would’ve been difficult to teach
I had picked up the kitchen knife and lurched at her Surprised to see her eyes in shock widen And stood over her after I’d stabbed her unceremoniously Like the great conqueror of the sea - Poseidon
Two years of suffering at her hands Of the painful and suffocating abuse The incessant and constant nagging And the stomping of her high healed shoes
I was naive when we got married Thought we would be happy and blissful From the first week on she turned into a nightmare Making my life on a daily basis miserable
I would have willingly tolerated her for an eternity I thought I loved her enough for that But she began messing with my brain And picking fights at the drop of a hat
As the blood had trickled down my forehead The splashes had begun to downwardly seep I had stood over my wife’s dead body Wondering if I should break down and weep
Now with all that behind me as I lie comfortably in my bed I know to another I’ll be obliging, loving and able As long as my buttons aren’t pushed too hard And people remained gracious, I will be stable
Slowly, Numbness faded Into the endlessly ticking second hand, And I grabbed my first sip Of the morning coffee Which instead of the original filter Was a black one devoid of mother's love. I got ready for my First day And entered the bustling city of population, And never ending pollution. I never knew when I stepped out And reached my destination on my own, It was that quick and rapid. But slowly I had to get the hang of it For, this is where I had to reside!
bohemian_ballerina@_the_nightmare You're too sarcastic!! Btw...I actually have a lot going on right now...I dont even get time to take my phone...but kuch dinon ke liye hi hai... ♀️ And also why don't you message...humesha main hi Kyun karun!?
Slowly, infinity becomes a little more finite. The wind is howling through the veins of the undead and its a night you wouldn't want to step out of your warm blanket, on. The derelict roof they're under, is somehow not a reason to worry tonight. Its not raining, and there's sepia everywhere. The dark does not digress tonight and they try to embrace it. Her nose is running and he loves how its rosy. It reminds him of the red Sherman forest he visited when he was 9 and in ways that are too complicated to reckon, even for him. Love is still not an idea that has crossed his mind but he thinks it makes her look beautiful in ways he would be willing to destroy himself once and a million times more for. She's sick. She's sneezing. She's stirring in the bed and he's looking at her and wondering if insomnia had been this wholesome earlier too. She opens her eyes and catches him staring as he pretends to have been dead. She smiles and let me tell you, not all smiles take muscles. She ruffles her hair and asks for a glass of water, in her sleepy, drunkhead voice. Its irresistible. He walks through the hallway and the candle flinches. He doesn't. As he hands the glass over to her, they talk. For the second time.
" I can't figure you out. There's mist surrounding you. It's thick and I think you know well, it chokes you. I think you've consciously chosen to breathe rarer though I'm not sure. You hide and its like the cigarettes in your shirt sleeves have a million stories to say. There's dread around you, yet a sombre mystique. You're enormously, alarmingly, ruefully disarming. Its like I'm powerless in your weaknesses and you like hiding. There's a wall of words you smother your laugh with and place before me so I can't see that one thing you're hiding. Its flustering. can't put my finger around you, Rei. " " " That's alright, isn't it ? But the more important question is, would you like to, Giselle ? " /
" I'm not sure. It hurts. Maybe. Maybe after it hurts a little less. But i don't want the hurt to go. Its all I have to convince myself that there was something I lost, that I once had something worth losing. The absence - its all I have of the love now. So maybe, maybe I'd like to, when it stops hurting but I'd rather just be, now. "
" The thing, Giselle is - It won't ever stop, if it was love. If you ever stood in the shower for hours at an end, you'd know that some things cannot be washed away. Some things like people. " /
" Then I'd want to leave you to serendipity, Rei. I want you to be an accident - a fluke I can smile about. "
" Don't let your heart beat in almosts. Its too much of a risk, Giselle. It'll always be in pursuit of what or whom it desires and the moment you come to close, it will stop, shiver, whimper and bolt away. Make yourself miserable but don't live in halves. " /
" And so much for something I said and you don't understand. I'm self-destructive, Rei. You wouldn't know. Its alright. "
" Why do you think, that is ? " /
" Because I'd rather sleep than die. Because its simpler to destroy something you love, to shred it, to bathe in its blood, to be consumed in guilt than to watch it leave. "
" You're so relentless. You just never end, Giselle. I think that's how I'd like to be. Thirsty. Starving. All the time. " /
" You remember how you used to call your mommy in the middle of the night, and say you needed water even though you weren't thirsty ? She'd run through the stairs like her next breath depended on it and the moment she brought it to you, you'd sit up in your bed and want not the glass, but the hand holding it ? And not the hand holding it but the person attached to it but you were too afraid to say it, so you'd drink the water as slowly as you could to make your mommy stay ? You wouldn't know but she'd sleep next to you until morning and you thought it was just in case you felt thirsty again so you kept doing the same thing every night and today, you'll know it was because she knew you were just looking for her - just her."
" Will I have to do this, every night then, Giselle ? ", he said, lulling her to sleep as her unconscious leg kicked the bottle of water she'd hidden under the bed.
Backstory (well, well you inspired this idea of a backstory @maybeyoushouldreadapoem. I thought it's a really convenient way to let your readers know the thought process behind it so imma start writing these with every piece i write. Thank you) : So, I'm a sucker for good conversations and philosophy. Really maybe they're the only two things I live for. So, i thought I'd do this with Giselle and Ramos. They're both just my mouthpieces actually (quite obviously). So, whenever i do a convo style post, imma do it under this hashtag (#iwishtotalktosomeonelikethissomeday). I'd done one way back and this is another one. So, you can read Giselle and Rei, as a progression but each post can also be read as a story in itself. So, that's about it. Thanks. Bye.