The Sweet Taste of Revenge – Neha Nambiar

The sun was at its mighty best, I had to do it now,

For all those times he lied to me, for all the lies of love.

My hair was bouncing with every step I took, anticipating the events to take place,

I was going to do it today, and leave not a trace.

A tiny smile disturbed my otherwise straight face,

And there he stood with her, locked in a tight embrace.

I remained unnoticed, she was far more beautiful,

He couldn’t get her eyes off her,

And why wouldn’t he? Her clothes elevated above a decent hemline,

That made her all the more attractive, I’m sure.

His hands wrapped around her small waist, accentuated by her clothes,

The dramatic curves and the radiant curls, in midair, it seemed to float.

I didn’t want to do anything childish, anything that would land me in jail,

I was going to do this slyly, without leaving a trail.

Trail reminds me of the time, he held my hand and we ran away,

He told me we would survive and love would find a way.

Trail reminds me of the pseudo wedding dress I wore,

As we exchanged vows at the seashore.


I waited as she entered the restaurant and sat down to eat,

He held her hand, the way he held mine, but something this seemed more “sweet”.

I sat on a table nearby with his back turned to me, arched in pure lust,

She was even more beautiful in person, her beauty is what burned US.

I transferred all the property and all his money onto my name,

That was the first part of this unbeatable game.

The card he’s going to be paying this meal for is currently empty,

And when he comes back home tonight, he’ll not even see the house or me.

The locks have been changed, I’ve erased him out, there’s just one last thing to do,

He’s allergic to peanuts, his epinephrine shot not on him. That’s with me too.

The order arrived, I tipped the waiter beforehand, apparently being cheated on is a reason good enough,

He put a spoon into his mouth and it started with a cough.

He choked, and dropped to the floor in an anaphylactic shock, it hurt, but I had to watch this,

The mistake was never mine, it was his.

I jumped from where I sat, and ran towards him, with the injection in my hand,

I was going to be his savior, I was the fairy with the wand.

I let him watch me stab him, and save him, knowing that he had to live with the guilt or die,

It was a choice of peaceful death or resentful life- why?

It took him a while to recover, he sat up on the chair. He looked at me, and took my hand,

And I just pushed it away.

Ann, his new girlfriend, also newly single, victim to a cheating relationship,

Was also my best friend from school, who I bumped into on a shopping trip.

She supported me every step of the way, played along with my plan,

We stood up, smiled at each other, and left the unfaithful man.


The “blame games” and the lies were getting too old.

Revenge is sweet and not fattening,  A dish best served cold.

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  • Athul Govind

    damn girl!!!!
    u r dangerous!!!!

  • DhruvD

    u r a dangerous girl to date.

  • loonhan

    loved the twist.

    • Neha Nambiar

      Thankyou 😀

  • Gill_janam

    you’re soooo good at thiiiss! awesome!

    • Neha

       Thankyou 🙂

  • This is really good (Y)
    I found a couple of errors, but that’s okay 
    I really liked the end 😉

    • Neha

       Yeah, I have sent them for correction. But there seems to be no change. Thanks 🙂

  • I was wondering, why this has been popular post for the past week, now I found the answer, very well written, you surely read the pulse of a reader here 🙂

    • Neha

       Haha, thankyou so much 😀

  • One Word. EPIC! 

    • Neha

       Thankyou 😀

  • True that the flow is good at first but halfway I get lost and found my way back again.
    The story is told and understood but felt a little bit of confusion in between.

    Good work! The descriptions and words and the feelings and rhymes 😀 Bravo!

    • Neha

       I’ll keep that in mind for next time 😀
      Thanks Alen 🙂

  • Tripti Sarin

    AWESOME!!! Neha, it was just beautiful…

    • Neha

       Thanks 🙂

  • Naina Kapur

    Line 8: He couldn’t get his* eyes off her
    Line 9: And why wouldn’t he? Her* clothes elevated above a decent hemline

    I enjoyed it very much :), specially the choice of resentful life over peaceful death (guilty :P)

    • Neha

       Thankyou 🙂
      I did notice..
      I sent the errors for correction this morning to the blog email, I hope they can edit it.

  • Kartik

    The first half of it was brilliant. The Second half i.e the restaurant onward. wasn’t as good as the first. In short the poetry was much better than the story telling.

    Thumbs up for the over all great piece 🙂

    • Neha

       Criticism always welcome. Point noted. 🙂

  • Vishnu

    Amazing 🙂

    • Neha

       Thankyou 😀

  • Dil1962

    wow. reads like a modern edgar allan poe!!! loved the feminist end!

    • Neha

       Thankyou Dilip mama 😀

  • Binagopinath

    I read it. Let me read it again…..Good. Good piece of work. 

    • Neha

       Thankyou aunty 🙂

  • Great 🙂 

    • Neha

       Thankyouuu 😀

  • Soniya leons

    I love it Neha !! 🙂 Good job!

    • Neha

       Thankyouuuu 😀

  • Self-obsessed

    Wow… Superb 😀

    • Neha

       Thankyou 😀

  • Siddhesh Thakur

    nice narration

    • Neha

       Thankyouu 😀

  • Prasad_nair

    good one.

    • Neha

       Thankyou mama 😀

  • Good….

    • Neha

       Thankyou 🙂

  • Yraje

    hi neha.. this is a beautiful rendition.. it shows you have an amazing literary grasp and a flowing expression.. would like to see more from you ..

  • Lata (your mom’s friend)

    Masterpiece. It was like watching a good movie for me Neha. Keep it up.

    • Neha

       Thankyou aunty 😀

  • Binduganesh

    A well written piece…love the way the plot of sweet revenge unfurls…

    • Neha

       Thankyou aunty 😀

    • Yraje

      sweet revenge – an paradox of life … isnt it what we all do , most often silently