I could perhaps snap her photograph into a countless halves of inane nothingness; screaming the last breath out of my lungs to express my unlimited exasperation, 

 

I could perhaps pulverize her engagement ring into the furthermost realms of

the trash can; happily adorning my fingers with bucolic cow-dung instead, 

 

I could perhaps feed every morsel of tantalizing food that she'd prepared for me; to the frigidly wastrel pigs near the fetid lavatory seat, 

 

I could perhaps ruthlessly excoriate all the compassionate sweaters that'd she'd spun for me; incessantly imploring me to wear the same; everytime we met in 

our flirtatiously clandestine days, 

 

I could perhaps abjectly spit on every nimble footprint that she made; dismissing it into inconspicuous oblivion and far away from my sight; that very instant when she left, 

 

I could perhaps brutally ransack her delectably punctilious wardrobe; ominously staining every impeccable fabric that she wore; with atrociously disillusioning rust, 

 

I could perhaps hide her spectacles at a corner where she'd never be able to

discover; leaving her groping in the asphyxiating dark; for cynically condemning the artistic profession that I had undertook, 

 

I could perhaps curse her to the most unprecedented limits of hell; for eloping at the slightest opportunity that she could conceive; to her parent's place, 

 

I could perhaps make the most hideously distorted face of the morbid devil in her bathroom mirror; uninhibitedly using her favorite bar of tawdrily crimson  lipstick, 

 

I could perhaps astutely lay a feckless banana skin on every path that she would traverse upon; so that she plunged head-on towards cold floor; even before she could alight a single foot, 

 

I could perhaps lay a surreptitious handful of red ants beneath the very mattress that she slept; so that her entire night went in vituperatively groaning and scratching raw; whilst I celestially snored, 

 

I could perhaps give her the tightest of slap on her pristine cheek; for impudently pestering upon me to buy every beautiful thing on the limitless Universe; when infact all that rattled in my pockets were infinitesimally worthless stones, 

 

I could perhaps solely pinpoint upon her molehill of  ludicrously staggering

deficiencies; making her indefatigably feel the most depressed entity on  earth alive, 

 

I could perhaps proclaim her as the most perfidiously nonchalant girl on this Universe; to the entire society where we lived; for making ostensible passes at every handsome hunk that passed her step, 

 

I could perhaps pay a deaf ear to even the most of her hoarsely anguished cries; as she was the one who'd started it all; by baselessly poisoning the mind of my child towards my every decision in vibrant life, 

 

I could perhaps blend sleeping pills into her morning milk; so that she peacefully slept all day; and I remained wholesomely bereft of the tiniest of her perniciously slandering sarcasms; for apparently no fault of mine, 

 

I could perhaps viciously stamp her irascibly writhing foot in glaring public; as she started to shed every bit of her integrity like the withering leaf; in the center of 

the jauntily crowded street, 

 

I could perhaps uncontrollably kick her left; right and dead center; for deliberating sending me off on a unnecessary household errand; whilst she established new norms of infidelity; smooching every stranger she met; till unceremonious passions galore, 

 

But no matter how angry was I on her; for not living up to my expectations; for not being the ideal wife I had perceived; for mercilessly violating my spirit of truth and egalitarian humanity; for this umpteenth reason or that; it was impossible to erase memories of those poignantly fragrant moments when we'd first met; it was impossible to erase those words of Immortal Love which we'd confessed while we courted; it was impossible to erase even a minuscule fraction of her from my passionately throbbing heart; for an infinite more destined lives and lifetimes.