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...
rebirth
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...
 

If muse were my lover

If muse were my lover
I would call her Musee
An extra ‘e’ for empathy
We would make
Such wild love
That the earth would tremble
And the sky would shudder
By the echoes
Of our upsurge
The creaking bed
Adding just the right note
To the cadence
The neighbour’s dog
May get the whiff
But who cares!
Then lying placidly
Along side each other
I would run my fingers
Through her hair
And together
We shall count
The shooting stars
In the night sky
Next morning
Before going to work
I would nuzzle her nose
And kiss her eyelids
Later in the afternoon
I would sneak
Out of my workplace
Peck at her
And chew her
Bit by bit
Nibble at her
Fondle her
And amid all this
Frenzied activity
Look at her
In a moment of stillness
Rubens’ indulgent repose
Venus at a Mirror
Oil on panel
And would again make
Such wild love
That the earth would tremble
And the sky would shudder
By the echoes
Of our upsurge
Every night and every noon
Shall we make love
And make poems

If muse were my lover

9 September 2006

(*Inspired by Vandana’s comment on Caferati: “The muses are being
very kind to you, Sanjay.”)