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...
 

Unmade 

he a shoonya formless
forages into deep ravines
of her fecund yoni looking
to make himself
a cipher to something
shakes gropes tentatively viciously
mouthing inanities
and splutters his venom his meagerness
inside her quicksand
she smiles indulgently comforts him
and then begins to consume him
night after night year after year
he is oblivious to the earth she is
smug he turns the corner goes to sleep
and remains unmade
the shoonya growing
like a black hole
eating his entrails
for generations
morsel by flaccid morsel.

Inspired by Meena Kandasamy’s Ms. Militancy


12-13 January 2011