the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
i am an unmarried mother
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...

tonga ride

they were in Kankhal
a lost town
having a tonga ride
in the morning in a distant land
they had shared just the rarity
of being together
which was a high in itself
she is such a power woman
her grace her élan her impatience
her temper and her knowing
that she rules the roost
creates such a halo about her
she is remote and inaccessible
unlike the lower Shivaliks

and there they were in Kankhal
a lost town
having a tonga ride
snug yet being aware
that she was not his world
the sinewy black stallion cuts
through the air
while his hoofs tap a beat
on the melting tar coal
one particular moment
she nestles close to him
there was such softness
in those eyes
her lips aflutter
inch towards his
and she kisses him
ever so gently
in full public view
though the memory
of public is hazy
it was as if he was in a daze
and just as they
self-consciously shuffle
and talk airily of something
she nudges close and once again
implants a kiss on his lips
this time too there was
an ethereal ephemeral quality
to her tender touch

and then the tonga stops
she gives him a smile
and glides
towards the ashram
in her plush chiffon
and her divine gait

( 26 April 2003 )