Outpourings Poem by Kumaara Sukeja

Outpourrr..ings
Just now, my heart skipped a beat!
Heard you had passed away last night- -
News over heard, in the passing, was crisp and neat- -
'She's gone'- -words stern- -on 'Mami', however, sat light!
'Mami', my task-master in her moorings, was 'always and always right'...

Of the lot in the family, I was and remain in her presence, most terrified- -
She, I have bitterly learnt, now and then, has my bashfulness verified.
It was my withdrawing nature, I regret, that made me lose you,
In spite of the urgings of friends, near and far, old and new- -
was more petrified of your loving taunts than their remarks snide!

Hard pressed to suppress my hormones hitting the ceiling;
Retaining the cussedness in not showing any amatory feeling;
And, 'Mami', mundanely, monitoring my abiding adherence to orthodoxy:
I was, demurely, caged- -spooked even to profess my love, by proxy.
And, you besotten, expected me to propose like a Knight, kneeling!

Our trysts near the temple were as in daze, routinely brief and taut-
Confined to my ' How are you', and, Your ' do say something more ';
While I peeked furtively for talking pillars or anything might get me caught,
You dared me- -' with your tormentor 'Mami', it's time to settle the score? '
Frankly, it was the against devil inside me, I confess, the grudge I bore- -

It was the same devil that had me sneak close to you, then, deny
The reason for my coming with a Laurel of Hardy's dead-pan- -
You couldn't take it any more, and, mocked me- -'let your 'bheja' fry! '- -
More than my little brain, knew my manhood needed the scan...
' There is a limit to being pussilanimous- -' chirped a bird in the sky.

That morning, I saw you smirk at me and escort a stranger inside
Your mansion, again glancing at me. For the first time, did not hide,
But, like one possessed, reached your bed-room window only to watch
Mutely, goings-on which suddenly sparked a burning in my crotch- -
My racing heart missed a beat- 'putting off things- -L'affaire a-botch! '


My chewing 'tulsi' leaves told 'Mami' the story of my apparent guilty pangs- -
She said, 'On your last visit, you never saw a 'pillar' at the temple scoot? -
Thank Heavens, I am THE expert in tracking marauding vampire-gangs:
Confronted and rebuked your 'love'- -she did not protest nor refute! '- -
I remain, 'hurting' for not getting 'bitten' even once, and, a bachelor, to boot!


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. (C.) . KUMAARA SUKEJA. AUG 2015.