In Quilon you receded into the shadows
I met you only at the crowded bus-stops
checking out the magazines that had Shakeela(8) on the cover
and condoms of different flavours from abroad
and one day you were a pretty foreigner
wearing a tiger skin top and shorts, legs showing
lovely and rather bare breasted
reminding me of karadi kali,
We were both on our long distance government run red and yellow buses
You got down, having overshot
and said .."these kind of things always happen only to me"
The ganja scene by then having shifted to Varkala from Kovalam(9)
Those days, you never spoke to me
and I never wrote poetry
Only masturbated thinking of you
Seems I was finished,
you had moved on
I had Jesus left for company
Jesus who was always there
Kollam did nothing for what was brewing
Between you and me
Which was immortal and nameless
Should I call it the iron age, or bronze, brass, lead or gold?
(8) Malayali soft porn actress and starlet.
(9) Referring to the hippie scene.
La Commedia Illumina Firenze -- Domenico di Michelino