Freedom- the vagabond is here emancipated.
Free finally to loiter naked behind iron curtains;
safe from the unmitigated unknown,
and flanked by familiarity.
She dances, abandoned to the frenetic cadence;
instinctive is the passionate, clandestine rendezvous
within virgin sheets of the diary vampiric,
afraid of daylight and the contractions of procreation.
She flirts with tolerance there in the dark:
Her world the only room within the comely xeno-bricks
where everyone takes a turn in being an individual.
To curse, puke, cuss, or ease,
She lisps lines from movies in the loneliness of liberty-
‘What business do people have in looking into others’
And here everything is fine.
A forbidden painting of a deity
dragged from atop the column to meet her feminine
Love, floating in the celluloid,
before it’s caught in the barbs.
Some verses from Lucifer;
they’re another Zafarnama roaring to winds far off.
Malkeet Kaur hails from Mumbai, India. She works as a teacher and writes poems to express her heartfelt feelings about issues that touch her. Many of her poems have found places in online journals and webzines.