Kindness

She is so kind

She said,

“Get your eyes checked!”

When I told her

My dream

Pregnant with Love

Soul of a poet is always alive

On the tongues of people

In the hearts of rebels

…

He is the poet of nights

No word remains virgin in his mouth

Not even the word God

He makes love to them

Passionate love

Each of them

One by one

Whole night

By the dawn

A poem is pregnant

With love

Dreamwalkers

Love comes in perfect measures to me

A bag full of memories each day

A vessel of dreams each night

I collect dreams

And fill the cracks in reality

In a dream

I open a window

I see you walking down the shore

I trace the cups of your footprints

On the sand

And drink hope from each of them

Waves rise high

I cover your face from the stars

While I kiss you

You catch the moon in your palm

I mark your body

For all the treasure it hides

You imprison me

Sentence me for life in your eyes

I hold your hand

And walk towards darkness

Together

Without any doubt or fear

Dream melts

Window shuts

I find marbles on my pillow

One marble for each dream

After You

After you

What thought? 

What life? 

What home?

Immeasurable Love

You can’t measure love

In days…

Months…

Years…

Or by any calendar

Love is timeless

If there is a road on the map

And you could locate it

Love is not that road

You can’t map love anywhere

Love is limitless

Infinite

There is no scale

No metaphor

Love defies all scales

Denies all metaphors

In the last moments of separation

Love reaches its terrible peak

And last forever!

I Despise Them More...

You leave me with merciless songs

And meaningless lyric

All composed to the notes of misery

You leave me with unkind lawns

And repulsive gardens

All nurtured to nurture my sadness

You leave me with untamed roads

And disgusting coffee shops

All built to humiliate my broken heart

My unbearable life

My untouched body

My unshapely routines

I despise them more than before

I despise them more than before

Last Revolution

I never imagined

The day would come

Eventually

When loving you

Is the only revolution I live for!

Freedom

Is the only chain I want to lose!

Saintly Cries

In madness

So as in love

I learned to believe

Everything

That was once impossible

Truth conceives first

Inside the womb of belief

Mind confirms its birth later

9.8 m/s.s

Your eyes are the source of gravity

I fall into them

Every time

I dream of the world outside

Generous Heart, Selfish Lips

Your heart isn’t as generous as the sky

I’m not as selfish as the honey bee

Yet when you meet me on the road

And pass by like a half-remembered dream

You curl your selfish lips like tasting honey

I forget about the generous vast blue

Ignorance is Bliss

Only

I could read

The language of your body

Everyone else is illiterate

But now that you have left me

Declare your love for everyone

And let them learn

What fire I have tamed

For centuries

Inside me!

Let them know

Despite

What forbidden knowledge

I’m living a sane life!

Wails of Music

When demons of sadness attack me

And Djinns conspire to fill my bag

With broken dreams and cursed stories

I wrap myself

Not in my beloved’s arms

But in the kind soul of music

Music is the divine mother tongue

For all those who believe

Rumour:

I heard music was used

Today

Instead of firing barrels

Music is the food for souls

For all those who believe

Rumour:

I heard music did

Today

What guns couldn’t do

Music is the smile of a saint

For all those who believe

Rumour:

To summon dead souls

Music was played from the yore

On both sides…

Shhh…don’t be crazy!

Rumours can get you killed

If they turn out to be true!

So Tough To Bear!

September!

So tough to bear 

Without you!

Mad Whispers

A madman asked me once,

“Why are you asleep all the time?”

I replied

“Because I love dreaming.”

He leered

Laughed

Whispered

“That’s funny

I’m always awake for precisely the same reason.”

I Lost A Poem!

I lost a poem in your eyes

Look

Look at this page

So I would find

What is so true to find

I sleep on the brink of my belief

You come

And meet me in my dreams

I paint your face

On the palms of my tears

And cry, cry

Every time I remember you

I unclothe you one by one

And wrap you with rainbows of my eyes

I travel the deserts of your body with my tongue

Searching for oasis of your being

I chisel the rough edges of my soul with your lips

And squeeze all my dreams into your heart

You can’t hide it any longer

Tell me the truth now

Is this the poem I lost in your eyes?