The Silent Stalker...

Have you ever dreamt,

Of that silent charmer,

Following your shadow,

Watching your back?

Every time you turn,

To catch him staring,

He takes a curve,

Vanishes from your gaze.

You know he is around the corner,

Counting your every step.

Wonder when he will gather the courage,

To step up and blow you a potent kiss...

It may take long,


He may stray, court others and make you pine.

But for sure he will return,

Today, tomorrow or the day after,

At dawn or at dusk, after your prayer.

He will return,

To possess your body,

To wrap you in a tight embrace,

To leave you whirling in ecstasy,


To lay claim on the whole of your being.

But you know you will never know, when and where,

His hands will slither around your throat,

Drag you up close to smell his sweet stench, 

Force you to submit without resistance,

Make you whimper "Not now, not today, take me later."

You sense the searing pain,

You struggle for a gasp of breath,

You see flashes of haven and hell,

You swim in a pool of numbness later,

You slowly succumb into a serene sleep.

But you know you will never know,

Life as you knew it,

Has ceased to exist.

Death, my secret stalker,

You are a brutal lover.