Bend over bitch ! :D

Quite without any purpose, I dragged her lifeless body over the worn out rocks, some of which still had a cover of green. A while before I was driving down the street listening to "yellow", completely content with the way things were. And now, I'm a little less that content. The problem with life is, you are always told everything is for good, you believe it and when finally things do turn out good you feel they were right; and then, just then, everything flips.

I wonder what she felt. It is not everyday that you bend over to pick your glasses and get run over by a freight truck. She had few expectations in life and so you'd think maybe its not as bad as someone very ambitious getting killed. But the bitch that life sometimes is, getting killed is never justified. Those would be heavy moments; You read about accidents everyday in the paper and you think its horrible. Then one day, you take a walk down the road to the grocer next corner. Your eyes water 'coz there is so much dust in the air. You swear to yourself 'coz you forgot to take tissues with you. Then, luckily, you see the end of your hanky sticking out of your coat pocket. You thank god, take the hanky and try to wipe off the moisture under your eyes. In the process, you twitch the leg of your specs and they fall by your side on to the empty road. You bend over, grab a corner of the hanky and look sideways 'coz you know you heard a sound. You see a vehicle approaching and you know you'll be hit and you know its going to be a lot of blood. You curse your luck and brace yourself for the pain. You want to close your eyes but it's not happening yet. Another second maybe, but not yet still. But now it's too close and you curse yourself for not pulling away before. You give up everything there. There is no angel coming, there is no miracle happening. You hear the screech of the tyres on the road 'coz the driver braked. And in that moment, the final one, you still hope it stops in time. Thud.

You'd have probably lost track of the thread. But this is me, the one you should've wondered who. I'm the one who designed this. To tell you, how simple everything is really. All the fuss is about nothing. I'm the one who's dragging her lifeless body over the moss grown rocks. And beyond that point there, I'll slip. The current is strong and I'll leave with the tiny whirls. And before I be dead, I'll drink the blue water and I'll see the sky above me. And before I give in to the want of screams, I'll know life's been good, simple and uncomplicated.