The Ultimate Destination Poem by Anjesh shekhar

Yes, she was dead now
He could sense that
She lay there, white as snow
A ‘red sun’ shone where the bullet had been shot.

He saw- she was beautiful
And remembered- she had been always so
Then it dawned upon him that she was no more
Something struck deep inside him he didn’t know.

It was only moments before
Standing before him- she was there
And yet he ‘could not swear’
For the transition seemed ‘lore’

He saw the spring
When he had gifted her a ring
And the way they jelled together
Was a talking thing.

He saw the summer
When they had camped together
Watching the sun extinguishing
Till its last flicker.

He remembered the winter
When they had married
And vowed to live and die together
Yet, she was now dead and he lived.

The snow had covered him
Yet, he did not feel
The bite, the cold
For hell fire was burning inside him.

A bird fluttered over his head
Woke him from his ‘dream’
And hatred flared up to the rim
And in the next instance, the bird was dead

He saw the bird dying
And felt like crying
But he gained his composure
For once again, the mind had taken over.

He got up and looked at ‘the body’
Turned around and hurried into the night
Saw a hotel, walked into the ‘lobby’
Rented a room and sat in a world that felt alright.

He was satisfied that he got the revenge
He had killed her
Because she had dumped him like a cur
Leaving him helpless like a sponge.

He passed off in armchair
The fire outside warmed him
And the fire inside began to smother
As he became conscious the heart won over.

He looked outside the window
The sky was clear
He tried to get up
And the gun fell below.

Memories flashed past his mind
He felt empty from inside
He missed something- something of her kind
And as the moments passed, the longings became wide.

He felt a chill run into spine
He had killed her, he couldn’t believe
He pinched himself and to his relief
He couldn’t feel anything.

He hoped this nightmare would end
By her waking him up, as it had always happened
But everything felt so real
Yet it must –it must be a dream.

He panicked
He couldn’t take it anymore
Picked up the gun
Shot himself.

(He, when had thought of revenge
Knew what would happened to her
But didn’t understood
The consequences on him

The mind may have won initially
But the heart reclaimed
And in the fight
The man lived no more)