VENGEANCE

Photograph by Sudip Bhattacharya

A stare,

I feel,

That follows,

I believe,

A tingle in the spine,

I realize.

Familiar isn't she?

The bouffant at top,

A few tresses peeping,

The sequined train,

In crimson silk,

Laces in sleeves,

Who is she?

With tender steps,

I tip-toe,

A glance,

I crave,

A swish of silk,

The waltz begins,

I stand still.

High cheekbones,

Chiselled nose,

Eyebrows like a bow,

That sparkling bracelet!

The crescendo!

She was in grave, wasn't she?

Lopsided smile,

I hide,

Cringing with fear and shame alike,

Shrouded with mystery,

Her eyes terrify;

'Time is ripe,

to unmask your lie.

Gluttony of greed,

trampled my pride'.

Perspiration flows,

Like rivulets of woes,

I beseech,

With begging eyes.

'Drown in cauldron of misery,

Death will be deaf to your cries',

glared She, bidding goodbye.