Arranged Marriages, An Ekphrastic Poem Poem by Ravi Kopra

Arranged Marriages, An Ekphrastic Poem



O damn the conventional
Parents'arranged marriages!
I don't want to see his
Face. Nor does he mine

No feelings. Zilch
Our kiss, if you call a kiss
Is a parchment rubbing our lips
Our tongues suffocate

I block him. He blocks me
In frustration we suffer
Castrated, neutered we now both feel
And yet we both could not rebel

We are utter strangers
In a cornered nightmarish union
Love by prescription
A marriage made in hell

Imprisoned, oppressed
Our lives out sucked
In the dry sahara of love
Clad in shrouds we're dead.

Arranged Marriages, An Ekphrastic Poem
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life,marriage
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Magritte
The Lovers (1928)

"A blind date? Two lovers are trying to kiss through their separate grey hoods, lips never meeting, the cloth dry and suffocating on the tongue. They cannot see each other, they cannot feel each other and they cannot even kiss: it's a masterpiece of sexual frustration. But the cornice above their heads suggests the bourgeois imprisonment of a couple glued together by convention yet also blocked by each other. Perhaps they don't know each other at all. It's the nightmare of a lonely relationship. Those hoods could double as shrouds."

The Guardian
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