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