A. V. Koshy redux

Swapna Sundari 

(First Draft.)    

Bangalore (Repeat beep / put on hold / return the call)

 

 

Into the room shuttered and fully closed
as per his solemnly sworn sincere chastity oath
where he sat writing on Indian society and Eros
she came, with interest in sapiosex -

He did not know why, why her face attracted
Was it the skin or the sari that mattered?
He fooled around with words and jokes
but was fully the man of intellect throughout

Was it the face photoshopped and not
archetypal bharatnari, dwarapalaka, goddess
or the boldness in the way she followed him around
or her being smarter but telling him he was better

He did not know why but for a long time he desisted
to let in feelings that were already destined
in little boats and ins and outs of a constant stream of poems
It was fight and make up, touch and go
It was like and unlike, love and hate
and internecine mercenary jealous angry futile wars

Nothing could this way be ever resolved
but behind the mask he was being torn apart
Storm tossed clouds scudded across a tranquil bay
The sign of his fate was in his pen's new found prolific gait

Dwarapalaka, Brihadeeswarar, Thanjavur, Tamil Nadu