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...
 

Waiting for rain 

As I wait for the elusive Monsoon, I think of my mother who used to long for the rains

And when they finally would bless us with their pitter-patter

Her spirits would lift up and she would delight in being one with it

Rainbow woman

When you lose your mother, the child in you dies

The Monsoon doesn’t feel the same and poetry loses its sparkle

You grapple with the tired beating of the fingers on the keyboard

Squeaky timid sounds that mirror the tedium of everyday life

A child looks at life with fresh eyes and grows

When you lose your mother, the child in you dies  

As I wait for the elusive Monsoon, I think of my mother who used to long for the rains



04 July 2009