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...

warlord among chieftains

reinvention is not an easy task
if it's got to do with rustic moulds
in mind cobwebs can be cleared
superficially but what if the mindset is steeped
in middle ages it's a long haul
maybe i am being harsh and judgmental
but when one is waging a daily battle
against mediocrity flab and lethargy
it's difficult to be patient and understanding
there are many a chieftain
with minor territories and major gameplans
their turf is riddled with obfuscation
it's just the way they are
forget the sad tone in these lines
am not giving up easily
now you know why i feel
like a warlord among chieftains
at work
it ain't a pretty picture though
but i am propelled by fire
and there's hope.

(17 April 2002)