Am feeling good at this moment..! A pure bliss. Am lying here in this poet's house..
Is he really a poet..? But he likes to be addressed so. I have known him for the past two years. He's just like any other poets. He is an admirer of beauty. But why am I here..? It's all because of him- the man whom I loved. The poet was introduced to me by him. Why should every unnamed character be termed X..? Let my lover be Mr.Z. I have got stuck in a complicated relationship..!I'm in love with the poet and Mr.Z and I could find a bunch of similarities between them.
I have been to the Poet's place many a time. He resides in a dimly lit room with a little furniture.There will be papers and books all around the room and even on the floor.He loves writing poems using a fountain pen. In his words I could feel the taste of Mr.Z's kisses. He is a man who adores everything..! Knowingly or unknowingly I fell for his Haikus. With the smooth flow of the black ink he'd portray my eyes, hair, nose, cheeks, lips, chin, neck. Unlike other poets he wouldn't go any further.
Mr.Z..! Man of a kind..! He's a psycho and so am I. I have been with him over a very long period of time. He'll prefer having a group of people around him if he's happy. But if he's in a psychotic mood he'd be alone in his own world of thoughts and no body could divert him. He's like a furnace for you'll shiver without his presence. When I became closer to him I found my soul getting warmer. He loves girls. He's a mesmerizer because his tongue is filled with words of Coccaine. Only when I tasted his tongue I found that he also had some venom in it. It was too late for I had already lost my heart to him.
The Poet's room has a beautiful little dustbin..! God damn.This poet had changed me a lot. He had made me adore even that little bin. It'll be filled with parchments of pointless poems. Even a beautiful poem would turn pointless with just one unwanted word. He will not do any corrections or alterations. He will simply crush the paper and will throw it at the very moment.
Mr.Z already had some girls in his life. His habit is that he'll enter their life, will love them and then leave them like jangling discords. He'll harm the mind but not the physique. But I'm ready to live with him at any cost. I don't wanna be a pointless poem in his life. I want him to be mine..Mine alone. But he wouldn't. He'll move on to an another girl if I change my present attitude by just a millimeter.
I can't even imagine living without him. So I decided. And somehow I perfectly executed my decision. I poisoned the evening's coffee that we had together. And now.. Mr.Z (a) the Poet lies dead beside me. And I'm holding my breathe just to confess this darkest secret of mine to you..