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: Epilogue

Ma passed away on a March early morning
And till today I have not been able to write
The closure is pending
Battle of the cells is frozen
In time and its mirror
And so are my dreams
Night after relentless night
I often wonder why she is not making
Her customary Monday morning call
Is she alright?
I expect a call

I miss her tenuous trembling voice
A cloak of protection
Only a mother can cast
And carry on Zombie-like
In a miasma, benumbed
Living a void that can never be filled
Poetry is no salvation
And words can’t heal

But I try for you, Ma

03 August 2008