III

A bunch of keys’- my mothers

I get back home, throw them in the air

Catch the sunlight – glisten

I’m thrilled

Is that all it takes to make me happy?

A bunch of sunlight in my hands,

That isn’t mine.

II

Bells clanged

Bare feet on cold stone

The wind chased the dry leaves round in circles

And we moved on ….

Chants in rhythm

Clap their hands

Mesmerism

I

Only one life to live

Nothing but love to give

Nothing to lose

Nothing to take with me

So what the hell

Have I been doing all this time?

The Couch

What would say,
Freud If you saw me now ….
Curled up tightly
Knees almost touching my forehead
Huddled under a blanket
Seeking warmth, a little comfort
Even a glimmer will do Freud.
What do you suggest?


My eyes are dry Freud
The agony in my heart remains
Do I compromise now?
Is self destruction the theme of this play?
Get me back to the womb, Freud
No. Even further, much further, Freud.

Requiem

The birds fly

Out of their

Coy repose and I

Wait for you

Beneath a shredded tree;

The hour chimes

The daylight burn

My cheeks, but you

Are hard to come by.

I Shall

I shall make love to you

it is my soul’s due

and share carnal truth

prime the flow of my pang

Tell me, if you’d make me hear

the tinkle of bells nearby

and close the shuttered

windows for a sigh....

Will you find out for me

if day is chasing night

or will you fill the

night with brigand light?

Then my dear, I will unfold

the intricacies of womanhood.

Will you swallow man’s pride

to explore with me the historicity

of the past, the folds of the future

to inhale this moments bliss?

Then allow Man to take refuge

in Woman’s presence, to create

a way for his legend

and to continue the story.

I shall make love to you…

To find the night’s shadow

within the light of day

Explanation

Please don’t do it
Please I mean it
For I was soaked repeatedly
In a dark, viscous liquid
Very sticky, very clutching
And very bitter
It was called pain
But fortunately enough, these days
I’ve reached the saturation point.
The dark liquid
Now seems colourless
The bitter, viscous liquid
Seems tasteless, light, free flowing
And intoxicating
I feel dizzy, my vision is blurred
I enjoy pain oozing out

From every opening
Every pore I have
So, please don’t touch me
For I’m sure you wouldn’t like
To wet your finger, would you?

An Ostrich's Love Song

Fight your own battles
If you win, I will rejoice
With you in your triumph and glory
If you lose,
You will have the solace
Oh hiding your head between two pillows

Shadow

As the day advances
I sit silently
By my little window
My only link to the outside world
The non-stop traffic, the hectic activities
A soothing salve
To the tortured mind. A battered body
When darkness descends
Filling every crevice
Inside and outside
The deserted roads
Reminds me of the lonely journey
No matter how much I run
I am never free
From my own shadow

If Only

If only you’d told me
You loved me
Instead of proving
Yourself my superior
Then
I’d have told you
I loved you
Instead of proving
I was nobody’s inferior

If only you had told me
You wanted me
Instead of wanting
To be my father
Then
I’d have told you
I wanted you
Instead of wanting
To be nobody’s prisoner

If only you’d told me
You needed me
Instead of needing
To own me
Then
I’d have told you
I needed you
Instead of needing
To be nobody’s property

If only you’d have known
That love was enough
If only I’d known
That love was enough
If only we could together
Have learnt this truth
We would not now be apart.

Love’s Wake

If sweet be a curl
To two straight lines,
And autumns unfurl
More gold than mines;

If there grow roses
Other than red
And meaning reposes
Where none is said;

Then take, oh take
All I long to give:
For in love’s wake
We may learn yet to live……..