
I gulp the last bite of the flattened flour, its tasteless. My taste bud has given up too. I am eating therefore to fill up the empty pit. Slowly the teeth start clattering, giving up on what all they have learnt since time so long. The throat is gulping with a peircing tact. My veins are gripping themsleves tightly, their effect is working like a vaccum, soaking the blood and still sucking it so furiously.
The last ounce of energy has evaporated from within. Now their are just paralysed bones scattered to keep me straight. The wave of oxygen just pushes a bit extra inside me in every 3/4th of second but still I panic and gasp. The memories zoom into past glories and thuds, which all came, cuddled me, sometimes back. But now their own will has failed to fathom this perpetuation.....
I know he is standing in front of me and where is he, he is shouting in my ear, perspiring, sweating and shouting so loud, shaking me, slapping me. He raised my coma struck body, he tightened his grip from my back to hold me from falling, my breast is thumping hard against his chest, but unlike other days its not soothing me, its not bringing back the magnificent relief . I am unable to realise what is happening with me.. His last words are echoing in my head and slowly dissolving dont know where?.. and rest everything is going ablazed slowly..
Franatically, as though failing to assemble the will, I suspend myself to this belligerence of my own body.. I take deep breaths, second by second, i held his t shirt, some of the buttons fell and some nervously are lying in my hand.
He is perspiring so hard, crying out so loud, his eyes are going red and wide, tears are rolling, chasing one after another. I am shocked to see the fear in his eyes, "the love which is turning into a Loss for a life time".
Suddenly absolute numbness shooks me, the coldness is so refined seems as if it has eaten me.
He is greieving giving his face in the taffeta of my bosom, shutting my eyes...
I turn behind and I see I lay..! I lay dead in his arms......
3 comments:
anger begets violence...
terror begets terror...
..but true love always begets
pain n pain n much more pain...
as they always says... skin (flesh)is ours but soul is mortagaged.....
its like much bigger audience(U) for less known publisher(he).
spruc d soul not d flesh....
Growing is what I have been seeing you as a writer.....came at a brisk pace from naked......
!Brilliant!
its so original....dat originality stood to testimony to death!
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