Tuesday, February 22, 2005


Hidden beneath these
naked wrinkles of an aged skin,
Like black pools
of trapped, stagnant water
after the flood has receded,
Are left some breaths

And these probes
at my breasts,
suckling life away

A forked tongue
slithering up my spine
slowly, surely

And every cell
like a traitor
with the mysterious call
from unknown

I want to puncture
this blind old skin
and peek ouside

(this was read at New Bombay read meet of Caferati on 20th Feb '05)

1 comment:

Ajay said...

i did not understand. What does it mean? What r ur interpretations ??