Friday, April 11, 2008

A Chance Encounter!

This happened long away- I was about 17, happy and about to make many decisions in life- including a career in writing poetry. I was walking through the lakes in Southern Calcutta, when something drew my attention... arghhhh!


The Sad Poet from Ballygunge Lake on a Bad day!

Bonolata (Pronounced: Bow Noh Law Ta)

Poet Horse-Face, our neighborhood one
Wrote poems under the evening Sun,
But one day, his pen went dry,
Sensing the presence nearby,
Of lovers in utter bliss,
Sen, Bonolata, forty, but still, a Miss,
With her handsome bashful beau,
Lahiri, Laltoo, the bald Romeo!
The breeze was so inviting
Wafts of tulips on the wing….
The duo, oblivious of all others there,
Broke status quo and shattered the air!
Bonolata did the banal thing,
Tone deaf, she began to sing-
But Horse-Face, the neighborhood one
Missing the point in his rhyming run,
The miserably irate bard skulked away,
Wishing the offenders would no longer stay!

Somewhat later, the said song waxed,
The duo appeared very relaxed,
Bonolata asked “How was it”,
Our Laureate offered “Horrible shit”!
A bit too loud, the lovers were hurt,
Disheartened by this ugly spurt,
Hand in hand they walked away!
Horse-Face finally had his day,
Reinstated in his regained seat,
Horse-Face was in domain legit!
Two seconds later he wrote an epithet,
Ecstasy in four letter words- you can bet!

Ballygunge Lake,
Kolkata
May16, 1966

7 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

I remember Balleygunj!


children's day out

Head Cookie said...

Young love is nice to see, but in this case it seems the observers are not in that stage anymore more just caught in the same ole routine.

shubd said...

A nice and humorous one !

Andy Sewina said...

Yeah, this reads well..

Pirate Princess said...

I can sooo relate. ;)

Tumblewords: said...

Cleverly done with depth, a little humor and no small taste of angst.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

LC, very clever take on prompt. I really reads and flows well.

love-bd