Thursday 16 April 2009

Spite

The snake sneaked in
Shuddering
A silken sigh.
I felt the vomit
Urging its way out
And I tried not to
Let it run amok
In a frenzied charm.

The endless pangs
Of venom
Rioted in me;
As I saw your shadow
Fade away
Once again,
And all I knew-
I wanted to sting.

The hatred thrill
Drowned the plastic smiles
Of everyday;
And the need to hit
Grew louder, wrenching,
Almost like a bleating goat.
And I tried to stiffle
My own scream.

The betrayed soul
Longing to avenge itself.
Betrothed to destroy
I live, ever alert.
Hoping that maybe,
The shadow
Would materialise
Out of nowhere.

And with not a drop of toxin,
But mere spite-
Venomous spite,
I'd find you wither,
And falter,
Breathing your last.
And then,
I shall find my smile.

5 comments:

  1. Phew !!!

    Strong sting this was :D

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  2. Gosh...you almost make me 'see' the snake! What a way with words, you have....
    Hugs

    Corinne

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  3. heya....thanx for ur cmments on my blog...m a li'l surprised to knw tht ur an 'ol classmate. culd u pls gimme d details?? thanx a lot for lettin me know though...m really sorry i still cant remb...u can reach me at heartbreakid_101@hotmail.com...n m thr on orkut n facebook as well...thanx a ton...tc

    luv
    shri

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  4. Hmm... Ihave read this a long time ago haven't I? And wondered about the "snake" ? Remember Freud?

    As always, sinuously sibilantly sensuous!

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  5. @ shal
    thanks so much :)

    @corinne
    glad! thank you :)

    @shri
    *chuckles* i bet u wudnt remember!! ;)

    @usha mema
    yeah i remember..roshen n you had made a new theory outta it ryt? :D hehe!!
    thank you!

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