Saturday, May 23, 2009


An ice cube
Sinks in the
Revolutionary red
Of seasoned wine
And comes back
For a moment
To remind me
Of all what I said
During the past week
Then it sinks again
Helping me to forget
My sins and desires.
On Saturdays
I confess to nothingness.
The priest asks me,
I go down on my knees
And say “Repeat.”

1 comment:

Sonali Engineer said...

la you are poetic too!