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...

boohoo cries the rapist in the hall

the cobra stings
her crimson thighs
and she raises her skirt
to have a clear view
then she squeezes his head
makes him spit his venom
on her metal tongue
and relishes it
with a certain disdain
she is born again
the kali in women

little girls in frilly frocks
and oily ponytails go to school
on muddy tracks
to learn the meaning of life
there are no butterflies
in the rustic garden
and the brooding neem
wears a foreboding look
the cobra stings again
and they grow up
now their hair is coiffured
there’s a spring in their walk
louts in synthetic malls
licking yoni shaped icecreams
leer at them and cringe
at their inability to connect
the snake in their pants ain’t no cobra

and the cobra has been tamed
domesticated to boot
last time he was seen at the suburban fair
sheepishly following two matronly women
angling for the merry go round
please can i have a ride
but there weren’t any takers
and no he wasn’t smiling

mirror on the wall
boohoo cries the rapist in the hall
the cobra is on his neck
tightening his grip
and it ain’t a pretty picture

a rose walks by her petals abloom
it’s another day in paradise

( 12 July 2006 )