I lie bleeding under a canopy of shimmering stars Aware that this will be the last time I see them The cold seems to have seeped into my broken bones I’m coughing clots of blood along with the phlegm
As life slowly ebbs towards the end I cling to each moment, each breath I shiver thinking any minute may be my last I seem to be inches away from death
Life flashes before my now drooping eyes As I lie dying on the grassy greens of my own house In life I hadn’t achieved much Neither been a good father nor a bearable spouse
My wife, the doting, meek, mother of two Stands by me watching me hang on to my dear life She’s soaked to the bone , as am I I lie prostrate on the ground, she holding a bloody knife
In my life I had had little consideration for her Or for that matter anyone else but me I had been spoilt and selfish, self centered and a cheat Inspite of my kids I had always considered myself free
She had on the other hand had Spent her life tending to me and later the kids Her obliging, sweet manner were good for a person like me Oblivious to her own needs she had lived
I had cheated on her for years now She had only now discovered one Read the love notes written by one of them So she knew how behind her back I’d been having fun
When confronted with the notes I denied Any knowledge of their existence Plead to her of my innocence in the matter Thought I could persuade her with some persistence
The lies did not seem to have moved her She was embarrassed, angry and outraged I had underestimated the degree of her ire She stood seething like an animal who had been kept caged
Without a word , she lurched at me The blade of her meat knife piercing my heart As I fell to the floor I lost count of the slashes They’d been so unexpected that they’d given me a start
I slowly dragged myself away from her Towards the garden I started to crawl She stood like an amazon watching me mewl Watching my blood soil the floors and the walls
As the thunderstorm outside blessed Her lovingly tended garden with showers of rain She followed me out to the lawn Where I now lay writhing in extreme pain
The kids were asleep although they were By now used to the silent treatments and fights I wondered what they would think of their gentle mother After she disposed me off this very night
I pleaded with her to get me a doctor I knew I was close to being gone She stood silently like a block of wood While I bled out on her meticulously manicured lawn
She walked to the house alone after orchestrating the catastrophe The nearest neighbours were further away than a mile For the first time in years once she shut the door Her face lit up with a beatific smile
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I awoke with a scream and saw blood on my hands Her unmoving form was beside me and a knife was in my hands Startled and shaken, the knife slipped from my hands The situation seemed bizarre and out of my hands How had the knife and blood made their way into my hands? I stood up unsteadily , placing my weight on my hands And glanced around and again at my bloody hands In the middle of nowhere , out of place looked my bloody hands A rope I thankfully found placed beside her slashed hands I tied her legs and bound her two fragile and mangled hands Then dragged her to the nearby lake by her hands I threw her into the lake using all the strength in my hands I threw the knife too, flung it with my hands Then cleaned the blood off carefully off of my hands The crime scene now didn’t hold a connection to me or my hands I was bewildered that I had managed a murder with these artistic hands I walked towards the winding road looking at my hands Mentally I wouldn’t be able to rid the blood off of my hands I stumbled and fell down often weighing down on my hands Yet I continued walking for the sake of these very hands Only a brush and paint ever had been held by these hands Now in a mess I was thanks to the wilfulness of my hands Why did I have to commit a crime using these artist’s hands ? I looked at the light at the end of the road covering my eyes with my hands It became brighter till it shone from between my hands It was then that I woke up from my dream screaming and waving my hands At the source of the light trying to stop it with my hands I took my head into my tired and long fingered hands Then kept staring confused at the paleness of my innocent, bloodless hands
An enthusiastic gang of 'fearless four', Once set on an adventurous tour, Choosing paths, that were seldom selected, Exploring life in the ways most unexpected.
They were riding through a cold forest, Dense and spooky, full of danger and threat, Ahead of which they decide to stop and rest, Opened bottles of wines playing games of bet.
All of a Sudden, their eyes caught a strange sight, They were close to a graveyard, that cold night, But none was scared, rather they were excited, To make that night a memorable experience, they decided.
Inebriation gradually clutched their senses, Pushing them into the well of offences, Their bad luck started enticing them, grinning, When the bottles of wines started fiercely spinning.
The game of truth and dare, started with great zeal, Unaware were they of the treasures of graves to unseal, The dare was to sit near any one, place hands on it, Call the corpse sleeping inside, with a candle lit.
First dare became the last one, they couldn't play any further, As soon as the dead body was summoned, the grave started to quiver, Scintillating with a strange glow, it bled profusely, As it wanted to speak when alive, still wishing to be heard carefully.
A wide ring of blood was drawn, they all stood within, "Do not dare to move until I finish", roared the glowing coffin, "I did not committ suicide, I was being raped & throttled," "In the train, where I used to beg, until my body got settled, "
"Later my corpse was thrown out after enjoying my flesh," "I'm still bleeding inside, wounds on my soul are still afresh," "Had the females that night not thrown me out from ladies compartment," "I wouldn't have entered Gent's section to fall prey to their ugly & lusty harrassment."
"Was it my fault to be born out of the predetermined sexual domain, our society served?" "As never did they build loos for us, no seats for travelling were ever reserved, " "The life which I was granted was like the decayed filth of an old dustbin," "My death was also ruined, and still my peace is being strangled, pestering my coffin."