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For My Eyes

written by: Rimli Bhattacharya

@rimli76

 

“My eyes are you serious?” I asked
He did not reply,
He made sketches.

I wept –
The mascara on my eyelids blended with my tears,

“My eyes are you serious?” I asked again
He did not reply,
He made sketches.

“Dionysian eyes
Your eyes billow the burning volcanoes
The storm in you wrecking the barrier
Like the tears streaming down your cheeks”
He said making sketches.

“Please stop, I can hear her screaming
Her pangs of schizophrenia
Her vengeance is back
She will smother me” I pleaded.

He listened –

“Please leave my studio but lend me your eyes” he smiled.

“I will” I promised.
My tears kissed my eyes for one last time,
The brown tints of eyeballs promising life to quiescent seeds.

I plucked my own eyes,
I plucked them for her sake.

She accused “You stole my man”.

I looked at my eyes for one last time,
They were fluorescing into flamboyance,
I gave him my eyes.

I am now blind –

I could no longer hear her screams,
Gently lifting myself from the cobwebs I walked
I walked towards eternity and faded.

There he sat holding my eyes,
Making sketches,
He said, “Yes I am serious; it is only your eyes and nothing else”.

She never understood her man.
She never understood me.

I am now bovine,
I am now blind.

It was for my eyes only.

Rimli Bhattacharya

Rimli Bhattacharya

Rimli Bhattacharya is a First class gold medalist in Mechanical Engineering from National Institute of Technology, an MBA in supply chain management. Her essay on mental illness in the anthology “Book of Light”, a nonfiction genre, was published with Speaking Tiger Publications, which created a furor in literature world. She writes for Several magazines, Times of India, Engineering Journals, Blogs and is also a trained Indian Classical Dancer, genre Kathak and Odissi.
She is based out of Mumbai, India.
Rimli has been awarded a Star Blogger by team Bonobology for her essay “Running a solo Marathon”.
Rimli Bhattacharya

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