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...


it hurts you if it’s your own dad
after you had grown up revering him
one fine day he develops a ruthless streak
takes a flaming knife and speaking softly
bludgeons the umbilical chord that tied you to him
now you are on your own
it hurts you if it’s your own dad
you can take it if it’s another woman
not when it’s your own sibling

ever felt abandoned?
dumped not on the road which in any case
is all merciful and all giving
look at the abuse it takes on a daily basis
from fornicating derelicts to coughed out betel-phlegm
but excommunicated in your own plush four walls?
it hurts you if it’s your own dad

and not because you had been bad
but because your growing confidence is enervating
like Eklavya you have to be sacrificed

it’s only fair in the scheme of things.

( 27 October 2002 )