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Thursday 18 December 2014

MAUSAM


Jab shaakh bhi
Pattoun ko nahi rok paati
Aur Maa bhi
Bacche ko chod jati hai-
Aati hai
Har shay pe khizaan aati hai

Friday 12 December 2014

MEMENTO MORI


She sits sad
Holding her head like a book
Her hair locks drop silently
From behind her ears
Like tears
She contemplates suicide
Philosophically
Of what Woolf, Majaz, Plath did
Whatever they did with their life.
Suicide dear
Is not a question of philosophy
It's not even a question
It is the last act of poetic will
That erases the author
Leaving just art
It's the last punctuation
That turns the blank paper of life
Into poetry
The hair locks are imprisoned
Behind the asylum of ear
Tears fall free
Page dyes

Monday 8 December 2014

SAFE HAVEN



Our bus driver has
Two strange habits.
He listens to
My broken narratives and
He keeps -
Cigarette bits, lighters, specks,
Mirrors - all the burned
Shiny, reflective things
In a well contained
Broken oil box.
One day if
You don't find me -
In office, classrooms, hearts
Of student - all the busy,
Crowded, tender things,
You will find me
Well contained
In our drivers box
Where he keeps-
All the broken things.

Friday 5 December 2014

VENA AMORIS

When we hugged
In the perfect circle of our arms
No one could exorcize our love

One day I wedded your lips
With a ring of my lips
One day someone enchanted you
With a diamond ring
And you disappeared like
A character from Arabian Nights

Every day now I kiss
Rings of smoke
And they keep disappearing
Just like you
But in the night
The cigarette between my fingers
Shines
Like a red ring

(Inspired by Vicente Huidobro's NIGHT)