Accidental exam. Psych.

Well, 4 more days to go. Let me face it - i am unprepared. And i am fucked too. Like royally, majorly, completely fucked.

All hope lies in facebook, blogging and my near finished edited project.

And yes, I hate those typical bangali roadside people in front of whom, if you wield even a still camera, they start saying - "Ei, sooting hocche, dekh - sooting hocche, cilema'r sooting hocche".

And i had to fall on a cycle in front of such people.
Oh! The agony.

The one on the ground is me.
Peace.

The Girl I Hated So Much

 

I

She was right there,

Sitting beside me.

Our fingers entwined in a close embrace.

Nothing else mattered.

To me, to her...

It was a wonderland romance,

A wonderful romance.

We said a few words.

Just a few,

Nothing beyond "Hi" and "How are you?"

Yet, we were the Romeo-Juliet of the 21st century.

A love, not even Shakespeare could have felt.

Our love.

Yes, with her by my side.

The girl of my dreams.

The girl I loved so much.

Our love was silent,

Our love was slow.

Like a dried up waterfall - so slow.

Ours was a fairytale love.

Stronger than anything I've ever felt.

And I guess that was when it happened.

Somebody blew out my love villa of cards.

Pairs of invisible hands strangled me.

Debris of destruction crashed upon my tormented limbs.

I was there.

Alone.

Afraid.

I glanced at my side, at my hands.

My fingers seemed barren.

Every tear that fell from my eyes

Spoke of my horrendous past.

Of how she said she loved me.

Of how she held me close.

Of how she pushed me away.

Of how she tore me apart.

Of how she killed the soul in me.

Of how she left me unborn.

Of how she forgot to wipe my tears.

Of how she failed to erase my fears.

Of how she deserted me when I was weakest.

Blind.

Tortured.

Deaf.

Mute.

Almost dead.

Eyes open.

Nothing mattered.

Just the scar in my heart.

II

She was there in her home that day.

I was waiting outside the door.

Watching.

I knocked.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

I called out her name.

She opened the door.

I could sense her feelings.

Alone...Afraid.

But before she could scream,

I caught her neck.

I tore her apart, limb from limb.

I laughed as I peeled off her skin.

Enjoying every scream of her pain.

I bit her hair, tearing it off,

Her scalp turned ragged, red.

I crushed her bones, breaking them all.

Each soft crunch filled up a part of my soul.

I chewed off her fingers.

Reveling in that bloody glory.

I dug out her hands with my bare hands.

I smashed her head open.

Pulling out her brain – it didn’t seem too cruel.

I slit her fair little throat.

I gouged out her heart, lifted it with my blood-spattered hands.

I squeezed it dry, till no drop emerged.

I ate up that heart.

Bit by bit.

The heart that had no place for me.

That night, I drank her blood.

I let her blood flow through mine.

The blood of the girl I hated so much.