MERCILESS

The face haunts me day in and day out. It’s that face with heedless eyes and a conceited nose that would suddenly send me into a daze every now and then. It is dead, that face. Why would it stalk me into my wandering psyche all the time then? Those eyes would merge with the evening and stray to become the beautiful strangling night. Why is the night so beautiful? And yet, it doesn’t soothe my eyes. It torments my soul, breaks my heart, tears me apart and breaks me down- part by part. Night, you’re the fairest of all, but you’re a monster with no mercy! You are the orphic mess that will forever hide my insides from the cruel world, but your fire will neither comfort me nor burn. That face and the night would stare at me endlessly while I shiver and curl into myself to fight the cold in vain! Indifferent eyes, indifferent touches, indifferent words, all indifferent. It is the face that deceived me into the night, into the cold, and left me bewildered out in the blue. At times, I would laugh at myself. And then I would scream out into the night, “I told you, you would destroy me someday!