Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Pedantic Kamasutra




So today there is that zombie phase where i haven’t slept, haven’t worked but there is this endless attempt to work and play. Again and again i try to give shape to my sculpture; again and again my heart goes to that mythical state. Aah!! The pleasure love bringeth. Those shades of pain and gay.. so happily was i working on endless sculptures night and day. Then entered that lady – in my life and my mind’s sway.
She came like Godot – the one I had been waiting since endless decays. But then it affected my working – my heart’s real say. I wanted to give life to my sculptures – feeling her curves every day. There she came out her twin – in her perfect shape. But there was something missing – that twinkle in her eyes – the life she had before I crossed her way. But hadn't she come on her own – trying to make me feel what she had to say.

I was charmed by her beauty, was allured by her rainbow aura. Alas, she got lost in that lifeless beastly flora. I wanted to keep her as my own but she affected my art which seemed forlorn. Now whether it is her presence or her absence in now, I am unable to create anything somehow. No more perfect architectures of her forte, no more creations of my own even now. All I think about is she and her sculpture – those lines on her forehead and its epicenter – o how?
I wanted to please her initially, assured her my presence forever. But then at its cost came my art so her i had to stabber. Alas! My art had sold her soul to the devil – to that woman i once adored and loved. What made my sculpture forget my love – these very hands gave them that spur.
A kid came suddenly to complete the painting with another statue in her lap. A little child it was in stone , this all accepted with pleasure to my wrath. Is woman just a sculpture or a mother on the other hand. Who was she that went to forests far off from her motherland.
She was humiliated by all, some other man’ s child she had borne. Her only mistake was she lusted for that prince – the one who was about to be married to that useless princess. The girl was from a lower society – but she had that charm – I must say. No man could have escaped her thunder – no words to make her mind sway.
Aah!! the fecundity of that night when her i met – all abandoned beside that bay. Torn clothes she was in yet so elegant – one couldn’t have missed. She came and filled colors in my life. Her moves, her gestures and aah those strikes. Up and down went we in motion – my strong arms around her rib – small sized. She had the speed of a panther - the snake as her hair to glide. She moved with those swift motions – to cut any man’s heart in gybes.
Aah she was a beauty – now turned all wild. Amidst mountains and rivers she roams – naked with her freedom inside. wish i had been there – right with her – and her freedom beside. Was i born this coward . or did society do something to collide – that once solid spirit – to follow every wish so naive.
But was she worth it all after all?? wasn’t she from a lower stall. Her people had abandoned her once. She knew how to face it all with her own lungs. She is strong. I am sure she’ll handle. I must focus now – upon my sculpture with another handle.
Yesterday I heard a strange ceremony on the road and i saw her being carried on a princely ride . aah!! a vision she was – elegantly dressed with the prince beside??? Wasn’t he the same who had once made her abandon – her home, her entity , respect her life. I heard she is the royal mistress to that royal prince, his beside.
The new queen never satisfied the prince and he remembered the same night – where once he had met those thunders of her windy speed to his collide. But i love her and this can’t happen. I want her right by my side.
I’ll handle all punishments, would even get killed to get back my child. She had come to my refuge, doesn’t he know she is mine. But i had abandoned her once. Maybe she went to him that is why. But how come she do it – go back to that silly child. I am the man – the one with all masculinity – that prince can never meet her expectations so wild. Aah how can she do it – unchaste venom – devil’s child.
But I want her now – now that she had lived her wild side. I would give her that home – the life she once wanted along with the child. And she would be my wife, my kid’s mother – my sculpture’s mould. I would face anyone, now, I’ll be bold.
But would she accept me now – now that I had forsaken her long back when she was wild. I am sure – she would accept – after all she loves me she would be only my wife.
Wait!!What did i hear? She had forsaken that prince too?? Aah!! She was one such woman - could have left anyone in other’s lieu. I am glad I left her long back. Let me get back to my sculpture’s tool. Let’s just change the setting. Let’s give this woman another view. Stone hearted she already is, let’s just cut its heart and adorn her neck with a scarlet robe. I think my sculpture is complete now – stone hearted the woman – stone hearted her shadow.
Huh! once i thought love to be a beautiful thing.  Love, i tell you is a robe around a neck to sling. One should live a life of practicality, should do something constructive too. But never fall in live i tell you. Love is a devil’s flue. Hey, check out that lady. She looks hot – let me get through. A closer look of her for now, and my feeling for now are subdued. But tomorrow i would find her address, about her life and her crew. Whom she meets and whom she dates – let me first get through.



Written By - Mystical Wanderer


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