Lucky Man

“Is she your wife?” they asked me while looking surprised.
“Yes, she is!” I stated and smiled likewise.

“Lucky Man!” they complimented me and it turned me blue.
I pondered, “Am I the only one? Isn’t she lucky too?”

I usually love to have compliments.
But that particular one made me feel incompetent.

“Why did they say that I am a lucky man?
Does she look better or is there something which I can’t do and she can?”

I got lost in my thoughts and caught up in tension.
And then I perceived…it is she who always tries to get attention.

Till then, I was also mesmerized with her beauty and the way she would do everything.
But little did she know, if she was the pretended queen then I was the real king.

This thought dug into my brains’ core.
I didn’t realize when did I start hating her more?!

Later, I understood her ultimate aim.
She wanted to belittle me and put me out of the frame.

I analyzed and found that she was boastful who loves to get compliments.
And, I knew by then, she would soon become arrogant.

I always wanted to marry someone like her and that was my biggest mistake.
If I had married someone without such traits, my life would be better, prideful, and full of taste.

When I expressed my views straightaway to her,
she got shocked and could not understand…what my comments were!

She defended herself but I saw our future at that very moment.
Before she could cross her limits, I divorced her and got rid of the upcoming disappointment.

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After a couple of years, I got married again.
I had all that I wanted but wasn’t contented with what I attained.

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One day, I was passing by a coffee-shop.
From outside, I saw her (My ex-wife) sitting there alone in some deep thought.

I laughed silently and felt satisfied to find her all alone.
But then I thought…
“How could she look so fine though I left her torn?”

Her well-groomed nails caught my attention.
I could not resist myself reaching out to her; out of aggression.

I went to the coffee shop and pretended to look surprised by her presence.
We both passed fake smiles while I was at the entrance and she was at a distance.

I approached her and asked about her well-being while observing her subtle appearance.
Before she could answer, an unknown man came in front of me in sheer silence.

“Who are you?” I asked him while the windy air blew on my face from a near-by normal fan.

He smiled with grace, grabbed her hand, and told me… “Well… I am the lucky man! 🙂 ”