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...

under a star spangled sky

under a star spangled sky they converse
the stardust has settled
on her eyelash and the eyeliner
sits pretty on his palm
the child-woman in a ghoomar
married to kohl seeks a union
with the universe
her red-blue-yellow patchwork
with mirrors skirt twirls and swirls
stops and then moves anticlockwise
in a motion of its own
a repose in a moment of time
a journey to an innocent crime
has begun with tulips and roses
and a fairy on his left shoulder
under a star spangled sky

her words move on his body
stirring him to a new awakening
when you make love to a mind
the upsurge is earth shattering
while she talks of a familiar terrain
what does she know
about guttural upheavals
that come with the mating
of thoughts “i like mind readers
and don’t be presumptuous,” she says
familiar territory again
“tonight i sent you two of my
masks,” she says
send me the real you he exhorts
‘wait i'll go find her,” she says
would she relent
to gentle persuasions
of a rainbow painter
the virgin and her defences
he thinks and smiles

and so goes on their conversation

under a star spangled sky

18 October 2006