Revenge
it was a warm lighted pub
with the tinkling of the glasses
and courteous smiles,
i felt the sharp knife,
tingling my pelvis.
with a sweep of searching look,
i found him
sitting with a woman,
a woman who was not his wife.
he smiled, laughed, whispered and here i burnt.
acquiring all the courage i had,
stimulated by a shame
i stepped towards him,
he looked at me
and i smiled.
it was more like an intoxication
a mechanized one
when i just blurted out, all that i wrote
the last night on my feeble notebook
to make myself prepared.
the intoxication broke
when he gave me a flashy smile,
offered me to have a drink,
promised me a job
told me to be at the office tomorrow, ‘sharp at 10, kid’
planning is romanticizing,
so, it was 3 hours past midnight,
i was there in the terrace of my new office.
cigarettes burned,
one by one, when i filled myself with an obnoxious urge of revenge.
it was morning,
when i stepped down,(and i confirmed the people of menial jobs, that i am a new worker)
i broke the lock of my boss’ office
and i stepped in,
a chill running through my nerves, a chill of being a winner.
i placed two CD
on my boss’s table.
and i waited.
i waited for him to ‘come’
i waited to kill.
thus, the glorious time arrived.
he entered
and in a vague sight, he pretended to recognize me.
he lighted a cigar,
smoked for a few times and remembered me.
he looked with doubtful eyes
he kept his eyes on the CD
and told me to wait.
it was the prologue to my drama,
a drama etched with pearls of blood.
he did the needful, stood in front of the expensive idiot box.
and there was I, inside it, laughing a laughter smeared with mockery.
when he turned at me,
i locked the door,
dropped down the morbid office curtains.
the voice spoke,
from inside the black lady.
it was me, with eyes of fire and disgust
of hopelessness and death.
i didn’t speak and word, i just laughed in there.
and then the climax came.
he saw her woman,
being raped.
who raped her?
it was me.
i completed the ritual,
just the way my wife narrated me,
the night before
she jumped off
the roof.
the ritual was agonizing.
it was a rape.
i tried to make love,
but the woman was not mine,
she was not my wife.
i continued,
and i kept laughing.
i laughing in inside, on outside too.
my boss, like a stone
stood motionless.
he turned at me
to fire a punch,
too late it was
i grabbed him already,
my knife kissed his throat.
”remember my wife,
she used to work here.”
whispered I.
it was all that i said, because, my darling said me no more.
she kept quite, and just jumped without letting me know.
before the beast could make a noise.
i slashed him.
his blood on my body,
it was a revenge,
a complete one.
i didn’t run
cause i was victorious.
the CD was kept on,
my boss lied on the floor
and i went out whistling.
i moved to the terrace.
and my whistling stopped.
yes, she was there.
waiting for me.
in white or black, i couldn’t decipher.