Monday, April 18, 2011

Know me

I have been through this experience and will be subjected to all this again.
And this happens to me all the time.
I come but I wait,wait till it is right,right to strike again as always,
Right time to let others think that they are the only ones,ones in the territory.

Till then I smell and I think,I weigh,I plan,I visualise,I create,I cleanse,I group,I divide till I don’t yearn for any more.

And then I let the wheels in motion,delicate gears which were comforting each other earlier start moving each one all in the illusion that they are supporting others but unknowingly all working for ME.
The movement catches such a resonant upbringing that they forget the wears and tears that they are getting subjected to,melting whatever they had.

And I smile as they smirk.

Dangling the dagger high on them and that too for so long that they don’t even remember that I was the one who started plotting against them in the first place.
And slowly trust shatters between them,I still watch.
Cause I know this is what would ultimately paralyse them.
It wont be a head shot from me but the plain nail biting between each of them which would eventually poison the air inside their lungs.The consistent kneading done by their minds to them.
Suffocation by not breathing out so that they don’t have to share even their outgoing breath.
Or with some others who in their own greed of mistrust would pull all the air inside them just to have everything.
Till the jammed heart and burst lungs would move no more.

I did nothing,I moved not a single bit,I tore not a single ligament.It were you only.
Between I am jealousy. 


  1. OOh brillaintly executed. I love this I am jealousy.

  2. It's just natural--getting accustomed to it, all of us ignore the odour which is so very permanent in the air. If he talks, it'd appear a sarcasm...and if he doesn't it'd appear as if he's conspiring; all his smirk would be just a bundle of smirk; his words of commiseration would hurt us as tut-tuts of codescention. World gains a different connotation with him around--jealousy, thy name is devil: world would have been a better place to live without you around; friends would not have been called upon to prove their sincerity so very often.

    I like the post, Harsa, an evocative one indeed!

    A. N. Nanda


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