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...

Battle of the Cells

She is 67 and looks fragile

Lying on her bed in the hospital

With a needle pumping

Painkillers in her…dripdropdrip

Watch out for the air bubble

Nurses don’t care, business as usual

He plants a bouquet of roses

On the window sill

Overlooking her bed

And a kiss on her temple

Says a silent prayer

Wishful thinking

A debilitating surgery

Has dented her spirit this time 

He tries to cheer her up

And she tries to smile valiantly

Behind frayed nerves

She fought cancer

Eight years back

And she fought well

Uncomplaining and with faith

With morning and evening walks

Near Ganges in pristine Kankhal

The abode of Daksh

And at his new home in the Millennium City

In her sport shoes

With long white laces

After the walk she would sit

In the garden with Simba

The German Shepherd

Nuzzling at her feet

It’s a beautiful life, she said 

Ma you are beautiful and strong

And will emerge triumphant

In the battle of the cells

This time too

8 July 2007