Found Love?

by Harry

Posted for Ankita

Remember we made a truce with destiny..?
Thought, we’d vouch for silence and we will scream with ecstasy..
Honey, remember ?

If I could die the death of my choice..
Stand by my body and let me sleep..
Remember it was never your fault..
Not when you burnt my hand..
Neither when you stabbed me in my heart…

It has all been my pleasure
A pleasure knowing you.
Knowing you liked your eggs scrambled
And every Monday you wear a blue underwear.


You twitch your nose at cheese burgers
And break beer bottles every time you go to see your mistress.
You drip of saliva when you sleep,
And when you wake up,
You sneeze thrice…

The pleasure was all mine, darling.
All the way through. Everyday.

You thought I was hurt when you threw the candle on my hair?
I never really liked them all black
I am a blazing brunette now.
Don’t you like it honey?
Let me know, I can still get it redone.

I loved every part of it –
The dripping blood from the butcher knife, the battered soul from the wedding ring.
I smiled all the way through the burn –
It was warm..it was flickering..It was alive…

Honey, remember we made a truce with destiny..?
Thought, we’d vouch for silence and we will scream with ecstasy..

Read you holy verses to me again tonight.
Tell me I have sinned
Tell me I need to purify.
It has all been a pleasure darling…
Knowing your religion, through your lovely eyes.

Read out my epitaph in free verses.
Remember to tell them how your shirts were colour coded and the kitchen, spotless,
[They can come and check.]
Tell them I lived a happy life.
That I smiled everyday.
Tell them I honored my vanity.
I kissed passionately and danced in the rain.
In my epitaph, sweetheart, tell them I mothered a child.

If I could die the death of my choice..
Stand by my body and let me sleep..
And remember it was never your fault..

Only if…
Someday.

Soul mates.
Period.

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3 Comments to “Found Love?”

  1. This makes me shiver…all too often that is the life that some women choose…sad and terrifyingly powerful poem written in a strange undertone.

    • I am glad that the poem has been acknowledged…
      You have no idea how many women i see living this life.. partially.. yet living it.. they are blissfully unaware of the alternative – independence .. Scream out with me…maybe some of them will hear us and know that they are not alone..

      • I know what you’re talking aout. Independence has a price of course, that many think is too high…but agree…maybe they can hear the alternative and choose differently.

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