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... rebirth   ogre of age and time cavil at a warm picture... the young today   innocence thaws at the altar of ambition...		Waiting for rain  As I wait for the elusive Monsoon, I think of my mother who used to long for the rains And when they finally would bless us with their pitter-patter Her spirits would lift up and she would delight in being one with it Rainbow woman When you lose your mother, the child in you dies The Monsoon doesn’t feel the same and poetry loses its sparkle You grapple with the tired beating of the fingers on the keyboard Squeaky timid sounds that mirror the tedium of everyday life A child looks at life with fresh eyes and grows When you lose your mother, the child in you dies   As I wait for the elusive Monsoon, I think of my mother who used to long for the rains 04 July 2009   Poetry Home