You say you exist
No reason to disbelieve
You appear before me
A daily ritual in an inanimate inbox
My nocturnal fix
You speak of chemistry
In our virtual space
But the typed outpourings
You render seem bland
You speak of passion
And leave the cynic wondering
Such virtual declarations
On screen gazing
Don’t be the pulp fiction I gulped down
Sheer boredom the last flight home
Come to me in the flesh if you must?
I crave the inflections of a voice
As it moans my name
And not merely flashes on a screen
I need to see a heaving bosom
And smell your dripping ambrosia
Don’t reduce lovemaking to the groaning that transpires
Between our collective logging in
And signing out
Vandana Kumar: She is a bon vivant who loves travelling, working with young minds and exploring creative possibilities beyond the ordinary. She has done her masters in History from Lady Shri Ram College and her Diplôme from the Alliance Française de Delhi. She is a French teacher in a couple of schools and private institutes and also translates for various publishing houses and corporates. An active member of various quiz clubs across Delhi-she has a soft corner for Kolkata where she spent her childhood. Her various passions include singing, playing the piano, composing music and participating in local antakshari competitions. She describes herself as a dreamer…a wanderer and a certified incurable romantic…the romantic moorings worsened with all her fancy French studies. Poetry for her is her stress buster -her flight of fancy-and strangely – what keeps her rooted too.