God's Tv Poem by Sreekala Sivasankaran

Where are we Anne?
This cave-like snow
And the flashes of sunlight
That fall on us once a while
Let me take a good look at you
Before the darkness befalls us
Bunch of black grape hair
Parkinson's hit
shivering fingers
Touching the holy letters
Of our strange meeting
In the horrendous spell
Of life's this patch
Your petal soft heart
And the indomitable courage
When all the hopes are vanquished
Amidst jealous religiosity
We were to meet

Yeah, we were to meet again
In this colourless world of no hell or heaven
The blue rivers running on your body sculpture
You're a painting kept in front of me
For psychoanalytic test of
Image's impact on a romantic heart
Anne, the way you sit!
Slanting, on a handsome couch
Perfumes from the alabaster box
Spreads wild in the air

In the garden of Solomon's beloved deers
You're a queen
Messenger of love
Smell of frankincense
And you still await the deliverance of God?
Your thoughts are but remote-controlled
Fine-tuned to believe
That there's still hope
When all the doors are tightly closed
The God's TV is open before you
By
Sreekala Sivasankaran