Uma Anil is  currently an Instructor of English in a university in the UAE. She is  also a part time research scholar at the Institute of English Trivandrum.

Redemption

I saw the sea vomit today
Weeds and twigs -a bisleried bay
A far-off god in a raften shrine.
Cleanse me lord,
of maggoten hysteria pray.

Ash

And then,
she awoke
Out, off her reverie,
glanced nonchalantly she
at the mirrored mercury.
Before time knew
sprang flames from her eyes unawares
And reduced herself
into a heap of stinking ashen memories.

Asleep

Little tombs them all
Glass and white
White and glass
Terracotta reds
Openly interfere.
Frisking stallions
Cringing to bout.
Brittle quadrilaterals
Staring into darkness
Against a neon orange.
Fireflies suiciding
By the dozen
Against embittered
Shimmering serpents

Showers

Sugary sunshine
burning upon my cheeks,
upon my hair,
everywhere
leaving me blitzy...
thirsty and bare.
then,
as someone
meekly suggested the other day,
prayed I
for the rain-god's merciful spray
the winds blew in
dark and dense
and brought down
tonnes of acid rain.