The interred concrete

The interred concrete calls me back.
The interred concrete that scratches the skies,
calls be back.
Standing like the sentinels of gloom.

It's far better than these festering ears
that speak about a lie
that was meant to be left sacrosanct
inside the decadent womb
of a withering love.

These festering ears repeat the lie
These festering ears have mouths that slyly
repeat the lie.

A lie that cuts through my heart
and gnaws at the base of my skull.
These festering ears of a bastard progeny
These festering ears who think with their mouths.

Spineless like death, they squirm their way into my skull
Spilling venom, these festering ears with a thousand tiny legs.

The interred concrete calls
To scotch on the rocks
And a second death
Away from these festering ears who know the truth.

Pain

Pain, swimming upriver, against the tide,
Found me.
Even before I could utter a word of welcome,
She made herself comfortable,
Burning a fire in my blackened hearth,
Fresh dreams, to be broken afresh.
Oh, how she wooed me,
With a longing that was pure pleasure,
Arousing my deepest hopes,
To orgasmic heights,
And for one momentary instant,
Letting me savour the joy
That follows inevitable pain.
In the scheme of my destiny,
It’s written perhaps,
That we’re inseparable souls,
To welcome and be welcomed, always.
Next time, we’ll feast, and laugh,
At the face of joy.

Fort Cochin

Grave heroes have fallen here from many a foreign land
This rich earth that had seen richer days
The sun of many a glorious empire had set here
To mingle with the dust of countless centuries
Leaving only the trace of memories gone by
But foreign will won over native valour
For look you there, that forbidding wall by the sandy shore
Marked once, a foreign domination.
This imposing church rose in triumphant protest against native gods
Oh, this foreign god is great
For every where I look I see his remains
Where should I turn, where indeed?
To find my faith in my native soil.

(1988)

Enamoured

These sands shall know me
And these brooding mountains too
Remember the days of love’s infinite passions
Even though you forget, I shall not
And these mountains
For the memory of your love
Is closely guarded within the soul
This secret shall be told my love
To the wind and the waters
And the clear blue skies
I bury my face again and again
In the warmth of your thighs
Feel the firm roundness of your curves
The coolness of your full lips
And I drink again the honey dew
From those sensuous breasts
I feel the deepness of your thoughts
The light of your understanding
For we commune like the free things of the air

(written on a summer's night, sometime back during 1989)