THE RELEASE

I have always wondered whether she loves me a little bit,not much, atleast a grain,a drop, a microgram of what you call love.highly unlikely,almost impossible.is it the lack of security,financial instability that is making her stick to me,or fear of society or is it pure hatred or sense of ultimate sacrifice? Or may be all.but the premonitions are there.the gentle breeze of pure hatred,the whisper of rebellion,the silence of stifled outrage,the helplessness of the meek bordering to murder,the stretched rope reaching the break point.the ultimate failure .a life squeezed off love,desires,freedom.what for? For whom? The endless questions. I laugh aloud in fits and sprees,the ultimate thandava of the sadist and the narcissist,eliciting a scowl from her. ' Go and get lost ,you old,selfish,bastard.you won,t even have access to hell. Know one thing—nobody loves you,not even your kids or your so called relatives,offcourse you don’t have any friends,do you?. Have you loved anybody in your life except yourselves?. Don’t think you can fool all with your masks and role plays. Within your thick shell you are only a timid, meek, coward animal and you hate me because I have seen through you . now suffer the death of agony,the monotony of loneliness,the sadness of very slow degeneration ,the ultimate boredom of loveless senility and DEATH  will be  your savior.'