Cartesian Inquiry

She said

Life is a stolen key

I replied

Living is a locked room

She said

Love is a failed suicide

I replied

Smile is a death sentence

She said

Longing is a perpetual dream

I replied

Dreaming is a lover’s debt

She said

Why don’t you die?

I replied

Death is a fool’s trick

She said

How much do you love me?

I replied

You played your last trick

Timeless Painter

Time is a timeless painter

It paints everything

At every moment

All histories are histories of color

Color is the blood of time

Running through the veins of space

Your absence has painted me old

I age faster in your absence

I grow younger when you’re near me

My love,

You are the time I live in!

You are the age I age in!

Unwritten Poems

She asked,

“Why did you cry last night?”

I replied,

“Tears are unwritten poems

Rhyming in my each eye…

Did you read any poem last night?”

Love Is A Circular River

The bitterness of forgetting

Spoils the fiber of my soul

Your memories grow back

Like a malignant tumor inside me

I smile at your words

And take comfort in our past

But time poisons my blood

Like a delirious man

I speak about you

Sometimes in past tense…

Sometimes in present…

Sometimes in future…

But in the moments of clarity

I know

Love cannot be spoken in any tense

It’s timeless like the idea of time

The phantoms of past, present and future

Cannot haunt lovers

Love is a circular river

Flowing from heart

Back to the heart itself

The journey in between

Gathers all the sediments and grains

Of experience and wisdom

Memories are now islands

Indifferent to each other

But they all play the same politics

Over and over again

Of forgetting and remembering you…

The Impossible Question

What do you want me to do

On this grievous crossroad?

The union of souls

Is unlike union of minds

I want to burst inside you

Like a cancerous growth

Passing through every vein

Teasing every nerve ending

Making it impossible for you

To neglect me

I want to be the sole reason

For your madness

Your nocturnal paranoia

Of habitual sleeplessness

The promise of union is fulfilled

Only

At the edge of total indifference

To every gesture of death.

"Are You Fine?"

She answered

My endless pangs of longing

My ceaseless craving for love

My impatient care for her

My restless loneliness in her absence

With one unpunctuated sentence

Are you fine

Inaugration

With her scissor lips

She inaugurated endless crises

Within me

Coup d'état

As soon as

She armed herself

With a kiss

I was totally defenseless

Against her

Argument

If only

You could speak

To my pillow

You’ll lose

All arguments with me

Lost and Found

I wish I could find you

Like the lost object!

Like your unwrapped gift under my bed

Like your long stubborn black hairs

On my unslept pillow

Drawing uncanny images

Of last night’s fervors

Like your old worn-out notebook

With my name scribbled on its every page

Like your innumerable incensed unsent letters

Only addressed to me

I wish I could find you

Like the lost object!

Hide n Seek

You say

I hide

Behind poems

The truth

My love is

They hide

Inside me

Who else could

 Make love to them

The way I do!

Crime of Passion

Every kiss is a revolt

Every act in love

A crime of passion

Every lover

A dangerous criminal

To this world

Diwali - The Festival of Lights

If the candles inside are not lit first

No amount of light matters outside

There is no light outside

No festival out there

It’s all inside

In here!

Ana!

Her pride was so huge

She took Sun for a glittering gold coin

And burned her fingers