LIVING DEAD.

Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous

eyes,

Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile

pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the

kitchen sink,

Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my

plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart

of the city,

Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp;

giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread;

to forcefully munch for breakfast,

Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left

in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted

horrendously into the steep valley; eventually

exploding and charring me into a cloud of black

plumes,

Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I

drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly

names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my

dreams,

Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your

mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you

had consumed for lunch last afternoon,

Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head;

instead of the fir coated and silken pillow,

Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water;

uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines

encompassed within my stomach,

Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny

of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you

cherished and adored,

Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the

streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of

your commands even after midnight,

Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists

relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was

released from the operation room,

Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to

speak for you every time you opened your mouth,

Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of

letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup

stringently clasped in my hands,

Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls;

displaying them proudly to every visitor who89

frequented our dwelling,

Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated

with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files

far away from sight,

Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip

apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely

through my sensitive membranes,

Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling

tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal;

when infact I was an ordinary sage,

Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times

in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last

iota of breath trapped in my lungs,

Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your

broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my

hands clinging to my ears,

But please O! beloved, don’t ever leave me and go; for

this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far

less than the living dead I would become; if you

suddenly left me…

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