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...

conversation after a poem

tell me what do you really draw from me?
creative sustenance
poetic upsurge
but i am there in your work
and isn’t poetry all about the individual

true for some untrue for others
poetry has a universal soul
the cosmic brahman
and you are a free spirit
the solitary atman
a microcosm mirroring the macrocosm
what sounds personal is also universal
but i'm mildly curious: why me?
because you are special

what do you think could be my game?
that’s for you to know
i don’t know that's the problem
how can you not know
emotions rarely lie

emotions when tempered with realism
is a different ballgame
so what do the emotions say
we'll deal with reality later

emotions are nebulous
they are gateways
to little alcoves within us
full of dark mysterious things
i suppose that’s natural
when one doesn't want to define

not easy to define
because it doesn't fit
into an assigned slot
like you for instance
you could be a breath of fresh air
and sweltering Saharan wind
a child revelling in her innocence
and a woman waiting to erupt

you're a beautiful person…fly fly fly
so are you i want you to retain your fire
that is debatable but the road i travel
promises to be interesting so i'm content

…and i shall be there watching you grow

(22 December 2003)