The torturer, the tortured

The heavy lock unbolted,
My fellow companion gloated,
The limp figure of a young girl,
Her hair hung loose dishevelled,
The sickening sound of the body being dragged along,
Broke the silence that hung so long.


Confident, inhuman footsteps were heard,
I experienced the familiar stomach lurch,
I splashed a bucket of freezing water on her, a dreaded daily routine,
General Yamashita did not even blink,
Her peaceful sleep ended,
To her, help was not rendered,

Her first sight was the menacing eyes which paralyzed her stirring fear,
The girl’s inward screams, he did not hear,
Her eyes registered terror,
Wishing she had been born in a land fairer
Eagerly, my partner slammed her onto the cross,
And tied her using salvage force.


I reached for the offending whip,
With a sweaty palm I tightly gripped,
He trained his cold-blooded eyes on me and gave a brisk nod,
I knew it wasn’t my fault,
Let this end soon, I prayed to God,

I saw her glance away,
Desperately asking for someone to take her away,
The situation in reality was so hopeless,
Nobody could fight her fate, so tragic, so helpless,
And neither could I.


She seemed to be recalling the fond memories of the past,
And knew that she would not last,
I raised my whip,
And brought it down on her mercilessly with a wrist flick,
Silent tears rolled down her pale cheeks,
I cried silently, I shouldn’t torture for kicks,

The brave determination in her eyes,
Made me heavily sigh,
I handed the whip to my partner now insane,
His beastly slashing made me look away,
And the expression he had was gay,
General Yamashita held up his hand,
Signaling us to stop, revealing bloody bands.


From his mouth he withdrew the cigar,
Casually, he stubbed the cigar to her neck,
And twisted its end into bits,
Her face was expressionless,
The reaction was a first,
It was sheer bravery,
A determination gallery,

The general stripped her down to bra,
He turned to me,
And demanded some dirty salt in glee,
With trembling hands, I handed him a rusty tin,
Slowly, lingering, his fingers sprinkled pinches of salt on her wound,
Her much awaited screams filled the room soon,
Colour drained from her face,
As if she’s floating in a haze.


General Yamashita was satisfied at last,
He had her all he wanted,
With a dismissive wave,
He walked away,
Fainter and fainter his dreaded footsteps grew,
They dragged her body so frail,
Leaving behind a thin blood trail…

The craziest attempt of a love letter

My most pitiful attempt to outbeat Shakespeare's love. The letter I scribbled in a total trance after being taught the Sonnet 18 two years ago.




Dear lover,




The beauty of your eyes is comparable to the explosion of constellations. No matter how many lives will be lost, it would be worth it for the beauty contained within those speckled glassy sphere-like things that some humans have began to call "eyes".





Your lips is as beautiful and tender as tuna. Although the smell of tuna is not satisfying, its juiciness is incomparable. You are aware that millions buy tuna sandwiches each day and to think that I don't have to buy them makes me euphoric. I'm forever grateful to you for introducing me to the loveliness of tuna.




Your hair is as smooth as my skin. You do know how smooth my skin is and you must be elated for your hair is just as smooth. As my fingers run through your hair, the feelings is beyond words can express. The silky feeling is just fantastic.




You are the most wonderful ostrich egg amongst all the eggs of the world. If you knew ostrich eggs like I know them, you would know that an ostrich egg is larger and has the most exquisite yolk. While others would try to inject you with growth hormones, I refuse. My love requires no genetic modification.




You are the rescue boat to my indigenous islander unsatisfied with her living conditions. Unhappy with the limited food options of mango and pomegranate, I had eaten the island's former inhabitants.




Rendered alone by my own desperate and gluttonous actions, I ranted my frustrations to a nearby palm tree as I resentfully pooped on bamboo leaves. I intrinsically knew there must be more civilized ways of defecating. Your love has brought me the toilet.




You have changed me into a whole new civilized person. No more a cannibal, I've learned the finest things of life. You made me into a better person. Now you're everything to me. Without you, there is no me.




Plainly speaking,


You're the shoelaces to my shoes.


You're the hem to my skirt.


You're the chemical that showed me romance.


You're the blink to my 182.


You're the one and only.





Love,

Your lover.



















So, have you stopped laughing?



★P.S- Because life's like that