Jazz

A bush of dark chocolate hair on her thighs
She shrunk under the red light
Stop!
A scream choked my throat
The stench of death
Spat from a rusty barrel
her breast now
A purple hibiscus dripped, draining life
My baby so blue
Tip tap top
A swirl
A laugh,
A hit
Ten hours - dusk and dawn
reduced her to a whining record
I have no clue
why I called you true
oh my baby blue

Marriage Match

Scared of being
Ripped apart
by two
dissatisfied referees
I gave up,
my game of love

Though conscious
at the fatal count of ten
I pretended to lie
wasted

Resignation to Marriage

While walking down the aisle
my rose petal dreams
withered and
fell from my bouquet

On the broken alter
I put down my veil,
kissed a grey face
And vowed,

I will build my life
on the ruins of desire

Marriage (to Myself)

A long flowing gown,
a bouquet in hand
a crown of thorns
I walk down the aisle
in the ruins
of St Augustine's church
(In remembrance of a dream dreamt in
Goa)

Childhood

I gave up,
my childhood, and all that remains of it
In search of long grey pathways
of a successful life
(True to my
spirit- with love - N)

Self realisation

When I was with him,
Last night,
Self realisation dawned on me
Wrapped,
In a tight embrace,
I realised
I am what He is not
I slept,
A dry sleep

Roads, Rain and Mind

Rain made vague sketches of trees on the wet road.
I travelled past certainties of
a loveless life
To the unsecured disturbances of a love life.
I prefer it this way.
At least it rains, here
in one side
of the mind-
in a corner
where I hide the shame, the pride and
longing of your touch.