The destroyed me...

Winner

He said he won..

The wars against monsters that had been haunting me,from the time he met me..

But he forgot to look at the mirror..

Not just that day,but from the day he met me..

Why did that face scares me so much,when his veins throbbed in anger,

When he clenched his jaws,when he looked so murderous at that moment..

When it just felt,he was going to come for my neck,to strangle me with his bare hands..

The eyes clouded with anger,words stabbing heart,calling names for the woman he claimed to love..

Yes,he absolutely is the winner ..

For looser has to fight,has to suffer,has to change for better,has to drink the poison called anger and hatred..

And he never did..

He never fought..

The people whom he called his enemy,he didnot know,he was actually standing with them,laughing with them..

Watching the person whom he claims to love being torn apart,he too celebrates his victory..

As she didnot listen to him,didnot grovel to him,didnot call them monsters,

Like he does..

How can she,when he too stands beside them,wearing a mask of gentleness,

Waiting to feast on her pain,sorrow,waiting to pour salt on her wounds..

So he is the winner,everyone is the winner,in this game,where there is no white,no black..

Just demons of hearts..