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...

Ms. Dalal from Ahmedabad

i want to write a poem to take my pain away

there you go again

well after barmaid Rita from Goa i met
a certain Ms. Dalal from Ahmedabad
who was at the other end of spectrum
eighteen years young and a pharmacy student
she said she doesn’t have a boyfriend but is madly in love

i asked how is it possible you don’t have a boyfriend
and are in love

sha said it’s simple really
the guy doesn’t know that i love him
it’s only when he left i realised
how much i care

i said what makes you do that
she said because he made me spiritual
--now that was a puzzling explanation for me--
see now i quote Gita and i understand it well
you wanna listen?

to be honest in the middle of night
i was in no mood to listen to karmic
exhortations of a teenager
on a spirituality binge
but didn’t want to disappoint
the nubile young thing in love
and so endured a rather simplistic lecture
on the philosophy of Bhagwad Gita
philosophy in the time of passionate love

i said are you sure you love him
you may be infatuated
she said whatever it is he is the guy
for me and if he can’t be mine
then i won’t give myself to anybody
--ah that feminine guile--
i shall remain a virgin and virgin shall i die

there must have been stars in her eyes
anyway i found that an archaic idea
but the young have their share of illusions
i said don’t talk like that
you are too young to say things like that
and life may throw a surprise
that you may like

she said you know actually
i came to the chat room
to find him thought maybe i would
bump into him here

i said do you know millions of people
visit this place this mecca of lost souls
how do you ever hope to find him here?

she said there is no harm in trying

and so we  chatted and parted…
two nights two Indian women
one hunting for hunks with wet tight ass
another hunting for true love
both preys in a soulless world

i may not have a poem
but here is a wish
may Ms. Dalal from Ahmedabad
eighteen year old first year pharmacy student
a recent convert to Bhagwad Gita
find her guy in lovers’ alley in cyberspace
waiting for her touch pining for her love
and live happily thereafter
with her armour pierced
and her innocence intact

i want to write a poem to take my pain away

( 16 April 2006 )