Fooled again.

she gives him her hand
take it, she says
he takes it, hesitantly

then, later, she pulls it back
though, by then, he wants to keep
holding it

his hand was only like joyce’s
-a dirty minded man’s-

but without his greatness
fooled again, both think
the same old, silly, stupid game
and the tales told by him, an idiot?
full of sound and fury now
signifying nothing

been through all this before
the unexpected proffered
the avowals
the withdrawal, after
the”…melancholy, long…roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world”
the love in the heart
then the erasing of beautiful memories that slowly become extremely painful
the increasing distance manipulated into existence
more and more, entering silence
more and more, entering absence
to cover up for the crime of the century
that was not one in the beginning, seemingly

till finally nothing is left
except the whiteness of bone
which will, hopefully, atone to forgetfulness
as Eliot said
or to death
as is his wont to… say

why did he never learn
from before and before
and before and before
and before and before?
“sucker for punishment?”
was it really so?
no, just a simpler thing
the refusal or inability to hurt
when it would have been better to do it
right in the beginning itself
to cut it off at the root
something that can’t be done anymore
without causing self and other too much hurt, suffering and tears
too much water, as the cliche goes
having flown under the still rainbow-coloured arched bridge

of Cupid’s remorseless, meaningless, cruel bow
that cares neither for Bottom or Tatiana
or the goddess Venus or fleeing Adonis

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

3 thoughts on “Fooled again.

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” Fooled again ” , presents the reader with a veritable fusilade of poetic pyrotechnics. The allusion to Joyce and the borrowing of Shakespeare’s lines meld effortlessly into the body of a narrative that takes us into deep psychodramatic territory.


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