The September Rain

He was self-programmed to dispose what he used up, but

Some sins are so deep that you can’t hide with your eyes shut.

He befriended the dark, trusted its length and silence

He left no clues behind, and hoped to wash the stains of violence.

It was eleven on the dashboard, the wipers cleared windscreen visibility

Not fear frosting on his temples, from femicide out of phrenic fragility.

Blood is darker when it clots after it spills somewhere

It leaks out of the corpse and rain can’t wash it everywhere

For the first time ever, fetish landed him in a gory scene.

Stacked into trunk of the old Suzuki, flesh in six bags of polythene.

He dropped at her house late in the evening, she never knew him

He saw her first at the party sing and set rolling his romantic prelim.

He was enchanted, her beauty did,

Mystified his senses, animated him

Captivated his thoughts, and he couldn’t forbid.

That she loved him too was a sinister whim.

Oceans in her eyes, he swam across,

Surfed on the waves of her gorgeous hair

Her alluring lips had kept him engrossed

He fantasized being her intimate pair.

Infatuation knew no extremes

Her presence could electrify his heart

Her scent was a blossom in his floral dreams

She was a gem, sculpted in divine art.

He wasn’t smart and cool, he believed

Timidity cannot win you the girl.

Fidgety, nervous, her glance could kill him

In desperation, his thoughts would swirl.

Time is unstoppable, takes people places

Emotions don’t stay the same forever

Everything changes, feelings and faces

Expecting otherwise makes one suffer.

He spent years craving for attention

Desire to possess her only worsened

He grew uneasy, from her daily negligence

Life is never easy for the erotomanic friend.

To find her with another guy was a non-healing scar

He loved her more than anything else in the world

He loved her like a kid gazing at the pole star

But never did he let his feelings unfurl.

He knew for sure that they were close

Not all behold, few sniff at the rose

He was a vexed and disconsolate soul

Pierced right through the cardiac walls.

He stalked her like he was addicted to pain

Blocked his words till they were long way gone

Locked his emotion in jaded disdain, he hoped –

Only to him and no one else would she belong.

It was harder now to watch them walk

And talk holding hands together

Stood hidden soaked with a heart of rock

Till they parted, on the rainy weather.

She walked away on the dusk of romance.

He kept her trail, without a deviated glance

With ghostly eyes on her, like he never had another chance

Broke into her room, putting her in a trance

He was a neuro-machine unmanned

Bolted the door as swift as one can

His eyes could penetrate her pineal gland

Too hysterical for her to understand.

She took to the wall and let out a shrill

His hands on her arms held her still

“Scream louder”, he said, “no one can hear you until”,

It thunderstormed outside, she was in deep peril.

He was a beast, wild and ferocious

With ignited sentiments, impatient and anxious

Emotionally suffocated, he was desperate to breathe

He was anger embodied, in terror tenacious.

“Please stop the torture! Don’t do this to me!”

Her words heard no answer, his mind a vengeful sea,

Deluging land like a raging tsunami

“I loved you!” he said, “You were more precious than anything else could be.”

“I’m not smart like him, and I’m not cool,”

He said, “But I’m too hard for you to fool.

I’ve got my feelings, I lived to see you smile

And if I don’t get you, then nobody else too.”

She froze at the wall, far from any help

On her incapacitated body, he thrust himself

Smothering her hard, barbarous and merciless

She yielded to the necromancer’s fatal spell.

Little did he know that her life was out,

Blinded by lust, he never had a doubt.

Maddened by desire for his unearthed treasure

Scavenged the cyanosed form till infinite pleasure.

Drained and jaded, he looked into her eyes

Their stillness couldn’t make him feel nice

Her lips were cold and there were no more cries

He was aghast, but too late to compromise.

Fear could break his bones inside, and nothing he could do.

Handmade terror, he knew it’s tough to get through

You can’t digest something which you could never chew.

You can’t regain everything of what you recklessly threw.

Now that it was for real, he had to clear the scene

There was no blood spurt anywhere to clean.

Dragging her out of the hall, pulled into the bedroom

Her clammy corpse smelt of lavender perfume.

You can’t hide the beast inside you for long

You don’t stand a chance to repair your thoughtless wrong

He laid her down on plastic sheets and chopped her head to feet

She was cut, pieced and sliced down to raw bone and meat.

He packed her in polythene bags, washed her every stain

Stacked into the trunk of her car, in very minimal strain.

He was sure that he could go unnoticed in the rain

Headed outside the city limits, towards a deserted terrain.

He drove on roads never taken, with no doubt or fear

Rain chased him everywhere, a hundred miles for sure.

The icy shower and hailstorm made his weary body shiver

He pulled the bags outside and threw them into the river.

They held their hands, while their heads under the umbrella hid

They walked in silence, eyes in eyes, over the abandoned bridge

This night of the September rain, they paused their hurried steps

He left the umbrella to the storm and kissed her rosy lips.

He looked at his hands in disbelief

The hands that took her life away

He wouldn’t let the illusion rationalize,

For the real could unleash someday.

He can’t live in a world where she no more lives

So going back would make no sense

She’s no more and he only had his life to give

For, then he could meet her up in the heavens.

He smiled at last, to see him and the girl in his dream

He jumped into the river, and no one heard a scream

They held their hands and started walking again

The hailstorms kept coming, it was the September rain.