Simulacrum

Since you stole me from every mirror

I am lost in your eyes now

Tailor's Craft

The scissors of time are always after me

The tailor has taken the final measure

I am but a piece of finite cloth

Being fashioned 

Under the master’s hand

The rumor I hear

Is too thin a thread

That

Soon

I’ll be worn and shown

Flamboyantly

By someone

Who claims to own me

Presumably!

Library Ki Ek Mulaqaat

Wo meri di hui purani kitaab

Ke peele waraq palatey hue

Kehne lagi

“Mai janti hun

Tumhe ab bhi mujhse beintihaa muhabbat hai

Par

Tumhe kasam hai meri

Faasla nibhate rehna.”

Madness is a soul without home

I search you

Like a library

And read your eyes

Like ageless books

Your eyes invite me

To never ending journey

Of many many dangerous lands

I read the signs

Left on my palms

Like the complex trails

Left by scorpion on the wastes of desert

Madness is a soul without home

Yet you deceive me with the promise of home

Like the solitary longings

Of the honey bee

Let her be deceived

By the flower in the picture

I let you deceive me into false hope

In your love

I have become superstition

From the corners of my nightmares

Reality hangs

Like an oscillating pendulum

Of an ancient wall clock

Waiting for me to accept it

Shred by shred

Dream by dream

But

My love,

I am afraid

What if

Reality haunts me

Coils around me

Like a hungry snake

And swallows me into it

Forever!

I can't let you go, my love!

Such madness is madness to bear alone!

Judgment Day

If death be redefined

Tonight

I’ll call it

My judgment day

The night

I can’t stop

Questioning myself

For everything

I have been with you

For everything

I have felt with you

For everything

I have known with you

I don’t know

How this night ends?

In hell

Or

In paradise!

Those who still dream

When I was a kid

I used to say

“Moon is my friend

And yes!
He comes to meet me

Almost every night.”

Nobody had courage

To believe me so

Except few children

Who could dream

Today

Many moons later

When I say

“Freedom is my friend

And yes!
She is coming

To meet me soon.”

No one has courage

To believe me so

Except few children

Who still dream

I remember, therefore, I am

In struggle,

Forgetting is the gravest sin

Resistance only salvation

Like the strength of poor is the weakness of king

Memory is the only threat to tyrant

My heartless oppressor

Forgetting is your only defense

Coercion your only shield

But

I

Remember

Therefore

I

am

What is Madness?

Madness is to look at moon

And leaving earth forever!

Madness is to read a poem

With music playing in one’s head!

Madness is to think of you

And finding you in my arms!

Madness is to believe you beyond any word

Madness is to trust you beyond any faith

Carcass of Memories

The dragons of sleep are dead

I feed

On the carcass of memories

Your absence

Bursts inside me

Like an explosive remnant

Of a bygone war

I heal

My abysmal wounds

With eternal warmth

Of your memories

Thinking each

One by one

Carefully

Like prescribed doses of medicine

I find dreams on my pillow

Night

Every night

Like shards of broken bangles

I collect them

In obscure cauldrons

Of my eyes

I dream you

In broken realms

Of distant time

Like the coming of your letters

The reading of them long

Your memories are all I have

I scavenge them

From the dust of days

From the dampness of nights

Every time

All the time