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—Part 3

I spoke to her this morning
There was a spring in her voice
“The guest room roof is leaking
Need to get it fixed after the Monsoons
And I am getting the fresh water pipeline laid
For the ground floor tenants
Imagine all four families have to fetch
Water from the outside!
And, oh, I don’t think I can stay
For more than a week in Delhi
This September
I am growing Wheat Grass at home
Got to take it regularly
For six months”
Wheat Grass young plant
Of the genus Caroline
Free agent that herds
Cancer in remission
For the believer

Keep going to the Ganges
The old ladies that sail
Lit diyas on flowerbeds
And feed fish
With fresh atta balls
Are precious
Tolling of ancient temple bells
Suffuse life with a new meaning
Within reach
Beyond grasp
Belief is everything
Keep fighting, Ma.

17 August 2007