On the wall of discolorations
An old clock makes the prison of my time

Their god is the nearby spider, insidious
Waiting with his invisible ‘web-trap’

Our dreams are the little lives enmeshed
For the nutrition of the arachnid-god

My black beetles.........................
And your butterflies......................

Love is like the vast sky
And life is like a lifeless-desert

Under the threat of the pointed needles
The caged ‘time-bird’ sings the knell

Of the colours remaining in dreams.............
Of the oases remaining in the desert...............

Darling......................
One day will come releasing
A single moment from the pendulum
Two little wings from the web-trap, too
The arrogance of the boundless sky
Will not be a threat to those little wings
You can forget your black ugliness then
For I love more my ugly beloved
Than a thousand sexy wives
Only death will separate us
Death is the end of all dreams
Of those blossomed.................
Of those yet to blossom.............
After all, our love is nothing but a dream

Angry with me?
Certain things are like that
Mere verbosity cannot flatten the earth
It is round..................
And it will be...............................

(The wife who preaches chastity is right
Though she has it away with her neighbour)

 Copyright By: Sankar Sukumaran