mIsTaKeN iDeNtiTy

He stood in that corner, clear and sane

thinking of things they used to do

and the revels they used to share.

But then, life is so unfair that it ended up in pain.

A mother and a child

Love each other, so tender and mild

One hug from her makes his day complete,

One kiss from him makes she feel elite

Yet unlike all other relationships

that last a lifetime,

Theirs did not, for it ended up

in a pitiful crime.

For when the time he met this white crystalline peer

everything has changed on him, dear.

His world revolved in a wink of an eye

and things become new and different, but to goodbye.

This white crystalline powder which he thought a friend

brought him to depth of misery and pain.

Never had it brought him good deeds

nor companions ahead

for it gave him the feelings of superiority and vanity.

Obnoxious him, they say.

Hence no one wants to be his colleague

But for him, it’s fun to hear those hearsays

for it feels him hooligan in town.

In a sudden, this very day come.

Mother came in his room and did her everyday spell

It was hooey as it was,

and had always brought him to ennui.

She stood with arms akimbo

Wearing a turban in red and tattling non-stop.

Her voice, aloud and yet mellow

can be heard in the four corners of his room so stuff.

That voice, on the other hand

without thinking twice, goad him to action at command.

For him, she’s an enemy to reckon

Hence he sallied fourth against her

and stabbed her to death like a freshly sliced bacon

“Wheeng, wheeng, wheeng…”

Here comes the cop.

And when the investigations come

it voice out a hideous revelation...

“I didn’t mean to kill her

but she tattles and gnashing

like an insane, untame and savage

Big Black Wolf with eyes brilliant in red,” he uttered.

The investigators, out of findings,

was shocked by what he had stated.

‘Coz at the back where the woman stands ere her death,

was his huge black jacket hanging on the wall.