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...

festival of lights

bursts of crackers and surfeit of sweets
carbon dioxide lead and noxious gases
deafening noise philistine bonhomie
from our home wafts lotus incense
serenity trying to coexist with cacophony
outside on cold pavements shiver
emaciated vagrants their little daughters'
eyes a sunken hollow while they scrape
dustbins for thrown morsels
inside obese kids blackmail their guilt-ridden
parents to burn money a small indulgence
this is no time to have a conscience really
or to indulge in pseudo moralising
down a peg or two of scotch
brutalise your wife and crash in a sodden state
tomorrow is another day
and you have to live to tell a tale

diwali a festival of darkness
and unfeeling paradoxes

( 4 November, 2002 )