Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Pieces

She efforlessly moved her agile body
And jumped over the guy.
He fell on his back and stared at her.
Sitting on top of him
she took out a knife.
He did not even blink
As if he knew what was in store
and never protested.
She stabbed right at his heart
And he stared at her eyes
And then one more time
her hand moved
right into his heart.
With the full length of knife
Inside his heart,
He kept on staring
At her.
She stared back
as if to tell him
this was his fate.

He smiled as if to tell her
He never believed in fate
And this was his choice of death.

And then one more time
Her hand moved.
He smiled.
They looked at each other
With mutual agreement.

And then one last time
Her hand moved again
And then he closed his eyes for ever.
She wiped her tears
painting her face red with blood
And walked away
Feeling nothing
But relieved.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful! We'll have a discussion at length on this :-)

Anonymous said...

Good !!

Anonymous said...

who will want to kill a wonderful poet like u..?? wonderful imagination...

people should stop taking ur poems personally!!!