Angles of the Sun (Konark, 23 Feb 2008)

i)

The mice trap lesbian lovers
In their act at night
Priests punish them
By cutting off their hair
Our guide says wickedly
`Women go to beauty parlours
All too frequently these days.’
Smart chap, our guide.

ii)

A dog laps at the bleeding organs
Of a naked woman agonized due to gonorrhea

An old woman with elephantiasis
Teaches her old husband
How to handle his hydrocele

Sixty-four coital positions
A dozen or two less
Than the Kamasutra arithmetic
The algebra
Of impossible
Permutations and combinations

iii)

It’s difficult to believe
The very kings
Who had nothing better to do
Than to fuck around
And screw up people’s lives
Until some other king
Equally good at such things
Would startle him
In his hamam
When he would be gamboling around
With his concubines
Doing all the Vatsayana stuff
Built these magnificent memoirs
Of human misery
Pleasure indivisible
From pain

iv)

I don’t know
If the Sun God
Indulged in these
Earthly triple xxx hardcore pastimes
With the Shadow
His devout Hindu wife
But I am sure
His lady
Must be completely overshadowing him
At night.

v)

A man grabs his woman’s breast
As their child gapes at them
The woman attempts to distract the child
But fails.

A man screws a woman
As another woman beacons him
A woman aroused and wild
Grabs a startled bloke
And sits on his mouth
With her panties off

vi)

You busy old fool
Unruly sun
Trapping us in
All sorts of angles
Acute, obtuse or complementary
Since eons
Why don’t you leave us alone
For a while dad?

Why don’t you mind
Your own business
Of curing lepers
Or lighting up people’s minds
Instead of capturing
Our animal selves
On your pornographic films?

How about finding out
Ways to avoid being swallowed
By demonic heads
Of god-knows-what departments
Of your universal university?

Or finding out ways
To dodge the takeover bid
From Microsoft?

Spare us mister big ass
Don’t throw your remorseless light
So exactly on our gaping orifices
Our weak human fluids?

We want to hide ourselves
Behind our mommy
This kind old earth

Let us be who we are
For a while.

 (1:35 noon, Konark –Puri Rd.)
Note:
I read this poem at SAARC First Young Poet’s Meet, Puri, 23 Feb 2008