His childhood was strugglesome….as a rose bud in a winter season
even before he started to differentiate the images around him,
darkness spread over him with
no more shadows …lost the key figure.
When he started to figure out a female face…it was wrinkled
he looked into her breasts,it was flabby with no milk
her fingers were stiff and cold.
His childhood was with bees and rocks
howling wolves snaps him out of his slumber
Once,he looked into the face of a teenage girl
he could see nothing but a face paled with fear
And he felt nothing but his own pounding heart
as it was shy and timid within the sweating hands.
Oneday he met a girl in her thirties….
she was taking too much time in her pond
learning to swim with moss in the nostrils
he said’ I can teach you to swim”
he was watching her throughout the day
he whispered himself ‘she is beautiful’
oneday ,with gathered courage after long hours of mirror rehearsal
he could face her;looking into her shining face,he uttered
“Let me marry you”
she was cold and aloof,asked’why do you want to marry me?
he replied’there is a unique grace in your face’
she said’wait till tomorrow’
Next day as he arose beyond tenses
he saw her,her face was hiding with a towel
and when he removed it….it was a smack in face
it was the same wrinkled face…….
she was still swimming with fishes…..