One window, three bottles of coca-cola, one mirror, two lamps, one fan, one door, two beds, a pack of smokes, one pillow, three dustbins, one chessboard, one boy and she…
He smiled-
She returned the favor-
He coughed-
She shivered-
He saw-
She closed her eyes-
And the music continued…
A cheap song-
A catchy tune-
Look of antipathy in her eyes-
That of empathy in his-
Awful- she thought.
Awe: he had fought.
Two shoes- he saw.
His place- she contemplated.
Cell phone beeps-
Nuisance creeps-
My company- he considered- in need.
Torture- she uttered- indeed.
Her hair- he noted.
His hair- she sighed.
Song changes-
She avenges-
A romantic one-
Sense? in him? None-
He: Don’t sneer me…
Don’t come near me.
You are pushing me-
I reject your plea-
What the heck!
A dick on a deck!
Shut the fuck up!
Silence- then a hiccup-
Who do you think you are?
This night? Your lucky star!
Lucky my foot-
Mind- where did you put?
I’ve had enough-
Don’t bluff-
What have I done to you?
Nothing- just that its YOU-
I am out of here-
Awww- don’t you care?
I do- I do Kate-
Then leave- why wait?
And he drove all night- came back in the morning- only to find his wife sleeping with his best friend.
