Marriage

Courtship is falling like an avalanche, Engagement is a devil’s advocate, Always questioning the impending canonization, Of two people, man and woman, In a saintly union, an institution of its own. How the process is made of the corporeal And the out-of-body. How saints too were like lovers, Impaled by arrows – but not by…

The Cart and the Bull

We linger, in that evolving stage Where you have gone past the first comfort zone And you are as comfortable as  A koala on a eucalyptus tree. Marriage was the cart, the bull came a little afterwards, Unlike the more celebrated type in the 21st century. Our solemn pledge to stay celibate Making us immovable…

Love

Historically, an unknown, That came into being, long after The stone age, when the heart Looked deep into the inner sanctum To assure oneself, that there Are places inside, that are nameless, Needing the intervention of a noun, That can sink or stall or rise. And one creature who not knows That the height of…

Paris

The Eiffel tower Bridges earth and heaven. And one act is all it takes. And I am the plumber, connecting the pipe, So that there becomes a waterway To the mother of all basins. To flood the locality And fill the remote. Is there anything more salacious Than a bride’s tongue…?

Wedding Anniversary 2

The faceoff between history and time In that tradeoff of love; leaning like the tower of Pisa On fate and making that perfect circle, With comes with a few greasy cheesy toppings, Into a margarita. Looking at the Pizza box After two years, knowing that the dough Is still sound, and yet acquiescing to that…

Two Wedding Poems

In Sickness and Health In the rain-fed landslides  Of stockpiled chemistries Promenade down a nave To a whitened shrine Where one syndrome pledges To muster a lifetime of grit To bloom a beautiful water lily Over mud-spoilt earth The Father of the Bride The two feet That you buckled on a cot The two eyes…

Hen House

  My wife and her friends are about to throw A hen’s party to the bridesmaid at our wedding. When my wife will go to breadtalk And buy some short-eats and finger food For a night of frolic and merry-making. And in Sri Lanka There are no male strippers yet they still Find ways to…

Ring Finger

You find the ring finger A little stockier, and impractical, Nature’s unhelpful digit that makes Locomotion a little half-hearted Perhaps even outright lazy. And yet that Idle stub that lazes to the busy-bodies Surrounding her, is where A centerpiece stands in all her glory. A ring that falls two thirds of the way And capsizes…

Canon in D Minor

When I listen To Canon in D minor I am transformed in history To a woman who made me realize That marriage, although not a mainstay In 21st century society, Will always be the canon Of love. The wanderer’s flame Searches for a thread to flare up And to let a piece of music Carry…