You walked in darkness
softly knocking at her heart's door
dead and closed it was,
with an epitaph that said:
...
the gentle moon,
crescent, comes out
seeking the wandering
grey sky to perch
...
I am
A shameless song
Brazen and audacious
Impudent and immoral
...
i cover
my mangalasutra
with the neat pleats
of a starched saree
...
i cannot do away with your thoughts,
even when i have left them
unattended to dry up in the white summer heat.
with vengeance they spread a cancerous restlessness
...