A Battle Won

This Valentine’s I was stuck, single and not in the mood to party (fed up of being single syndrome). So instead of musing in the romantic air of the season and writing verses for my imaginary lover I took to cleaning up my closet. And lo behold! This is what I came up with…

It came from my closet

It was small and meek

And otherwise so unintelligent an invertebrate that it was

But my reaction was as if it could destroy my entire being

As if it was the most potent enemy I ever had

As if this was when I had to declare a war

And I stomped it flat

Till its flesh, blood and insides were all the same

And I felt proud of having achieved something that day


PS: Most girls would screech and scream in this case and dial for RESCUE. Now being a girl I’ve got to be proud of my battle!