Contented and happy,
was life, depsite her absence,
with the two streaks of joy ,
that she had left behind.
In came an intrinsic intruder,
an uncalled for advertisement,
smouldering desire,
chasing illusion,
the seduction begins.
The wily viler,
charmed him thoroughly,
and there it goes,
the fortress crumbles.
Trapped and forlorn,
within four walls,
unable to bear the agony,
of not being with his joyous two,
leaving a few stones turned,
hurt and bruised,
he finds solace with a new lass.
one streak loses her sheen,
to pimps and satyrs,
another loses path,
only to find one,
the good old lady bites dust.
Back into the bad world,
angered and wounded,
by the lack of anger,
stumbling upon the lost meteor,
doing the balancing act.
Setting in search of his other joy,
ironically to the city of joy,
only to be chided,
beaten by bouncers,
but finding light at the end of the tunnel,
a dirtied angel rescues him and her.
Back home,
grieved and devastated by his joys dreams,
he leaves his lovely lass,
to avenge,
the death of the old woman,
the lost sweet dreams,
the missed childhood,
only to find the viler,
was just the tip of the wheeler.
The lecher,
who left nightmares etched,
incorrigible and contemptible,
would join hands but disjoint too,
removing a lot of filth,
Finally he emerges from the deluge,
Bruised, battered and shatterd,
But at last, clearly-Disillusioned.
PS: This piece is an attempt at telling a tale already told in a Tamil film of Kamal Haasan, If you can identify let me know, post it at the comments, of course with your names.
