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...

House of Memories 

An ancient river flows by
Demurely sometimes menacingly
While a sleepy someplace goes into an overdrive
Devotion spiked with Bollywood
Makes for a heady cocktail
Tintinnabulations don’t cleanse
When mixed with loudspeakers
Belting noise disguised as prayer
Everything cohabits
Multitudes of epiphanies
Nothing changes everything changes

A lazyboy chair sits in a quiet corner
In a room filled with pictures
The paint is peeling off in parts
The walls tell a story spanning over a century
A mother waits for her kids to return from school
Post lunch it’s time to kiss the neigbhour’s kite a goodbye
Lower Shivaliks form a brooding background
Giant but still houses indulge
Wizened old men greet with affection
Stray dogs and pigs don’t care
About your roots or your present

Stories abound in the house of memories
In a town forgotten by time
Lend me an ear.

24 November 2010