His eyes slowly soaked her in,fearful she wasn't real.She was a family of butterflies..fluttering, laughing at him.
No , she was like a handful of water slowly seeping through the openings of his fingers.He looked upto the heaven thanking his Lord . THANK YOU,now I know it was never love...no,it wasn't-slowly he suppressed
the resentment rising in him.
He held her with tender terror, unable to stop himself from doing so. How could he stop? The soft , parted lips,the upturned nose and her legs..which made his calloused fingers feel lucky enough to touch them. She looked upto him to say something...He shushed her petals saying it can be done tomorrow. There would be no words tonight,he could not bear it.
He told her of his life,wanting so much to penetrate into her world...his eyes apologised. It wasn't much, but she knew it all along. He couldn't give her much...She snuggled close to him, trying to find a softer flesh to nestle and be happy.She had to get used to the life without him. She was aware of this.
He had to go now .He had to leave her ,there were others waiting for him. Other's like her? No,there was
no one like her .But there were others he could not leave .It was raining outside and inside him venom rose
up.He looked at her again and again...was she the same? A slight shudder went through him...words could not
come- they felt too heavy tonight...too heavy on his tongue....She understood,... he , too knew she did. Slowly, he felt his sweat -drenched fingers curling around her neck. She looked up in horror? No,it was more of surprise.......
A final drinking in, one last touch. Every time, at every whisper , at every rain-soaked night ,this would come as a film in his eye. Collecting his backpack,he silently closed the door and vanished into the sultry afternoon crowd.
24 hours later, police wrapped the body of a lady ,found strangled in the hotel room, to be taken to the morgue.......
No , she was like a handful of water slowly seeping through the openings of his fingers.He looked upto the heaven thanking his Lord . THANK YOU,now I know it was never love...no,it wasn't-slowly he suppressed
the resentment rising in him.
He held her with tender terror, unable to stop himself from doing so. How could he stop? The soft , parted lips,the upturned nose and her legs..which made his calloused fingers feel lucky enough to touch them. She looked upto him to say something...He shushed her petals saying it can be done tomorrow. There would be no words tonight,he could not bear it.
He told her of his life,wanting so much to penetrate into her world...his eyes apologised. It wasn't much, but she knew it all along. He couldn't give her much...She snuggled close to him, trying to find a softer flesh to nestle and be happy.She had to get used to the life without him. She was aware of this.
He had to go now .He had to leave her ,there were others waiting for him. Other's like her? No,there was
no one like her .But there were others he could not leave .It was raining outside and inside him venom rose
up.He looked at her again and again...was she the same? A slight shudder went through him...words could not
come- they felt too heavy tonight...too heavy on his tongue....She understood,... he , too knew she did. Slowly, he felt his sweat -drenched fingers curling around her neck. She looked up in horror? No,it was more of surprise.......
A final drinking in, one last touch. Every time, at every whisper , at every rain-soaked night ,this would come as a film in his eye. Collecting his backpack,he silently closed the door and vanished into the sultry afternoon crowd.
24 hours later, police wrapped the body of a lady ,found strangled in the hotel room, to be taken to the morgue.......
1 comment:
mona....u r really...nice emotional heart you have.....very very heart touching sort story...i hv tears in my eyes whle reading this.....good efforts ...dear..please do keep writing...all the best.
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