New Year Resolution

If love doesn’t come easily

Doesn’t matter

Love must come anyway

Din Mahine Saal Sadiyan

Din...tumhari yaad
Mahine...tumhara khayal
Saal...tumhare khat

Sadiyan...tumhara naam

Iltimaas-e-Shauq

Raat ke sandal haathon se
Teri seej sajaon
Yaadon ki ek lihaaf banake
Bahon mai soo jaon
Kwaabon ka narm takiya lagake
Naya saal manaon
Tera ho jaon
Bus 

Mai Tera ho jaon

Loud Talks

She talks to me with no words

Making voiceless shapes of her mouth

When no one is looking

Like a painter painting her canvas

With the brush dipped in water

AabraCaDaabra

She could have easily said

AabraCaDaabra

And transformed everything about me

Instead

She said nothing

The spell is yet unbroken

Poor Boy's Wish @ Christmas Eve

Santa!

I wish I could be you…

You don’t exist

Still

They believe in you

Create you

Celebrate you

Throughout the world

I

(sigh!)

I do exist

But they don’t believe in me

They don’t see me

Don’t celebrate me

On top of that

Reject me for my misery

Santa!

I wish I could be you!

Ghar Wapsi

Everything

That is born

Dies

I Missed The Dream

I was fast asleep

When a dream
Came to my room
Saw me
Sleeping
And left
Without tasting my eyes

I hate myself for it
How could I be sleeping!
When
I should have been up
Wide awake
To see the dream

But I know
I shouldn't worry much
This happens to everyone
Every day

Doesn't it?

Vica

I fall from your lips
Like an unspoken word
Like an insignificant mention

You hide me
In your unknown letters
In your unshed tears
Like an ugly truth

Nobody knows
That I have been inside you
Like your own spirit
Like a malignant blood clot
Coursing through your veins
In search of my resting place

You took me
Like your unaccounted hostage
Like a prisoner in exile

You changed me
Into an unmarked calendar
A shadow of your past

How can I recover from that!

I can't claim myself

Without you...

Selfie

She looked
Into my eyes
And I
Into her's

Massacre

I climb the wall

I search every corner

I find myself in each room

I take myself hostage

Throw myself against the wall

Shout few slogans in my face

Threaten myself

Shoot myself indiscriminately

And blow myself up in the end

P.S.:  I take full responsibility of this killing.

I killed myself to avenge my killing elsewhere.

This Winter Is Cruelest!

I was waiting for winter to come

I didn’t know

Winter of humanity was upon us!

132 Lessons in Humanity

Ammi

Aaj ka sabak bohot mushkil tha

Hum se padha na gaya…

#peshawaratttack #132lessonsinhumanity

Sardiyan

Tumhe Sardiyan Bohot Pasand Hai Na!

Aake Dekh Lo

Mere Wajood Ke Tamaam Zaaviye

Tumhari Yaad Se
Kiss Qadr Sard Hai

Mirror Talks

"I would kill you

If I were alive"

We both laughed.

------------------

Wo kehti hai

“It’s hard to believe

You still love me”

Mai…Mai kuch nahi kehta

Proposal

If love doesn't slit your veins open
Hate will
Choose wisely.

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Demi-Saint

It is so strange

I am irresistibly kind

To all those

Who wear your perfume

You have turned me into a half-saint 

Divine Lesson

Man found God

While

Woman was busy

Cooking food for him

Happy Birthday Charu

“Next station is Rajiv Chowk

Doors will open on the right

Please mind the gap”

Every time I hear this

It reminds me of the gap you left

I will always mind

It wasn’t right at all

Our meeting at Rajiv Chowk that day

Like all other usual meetings

Made me smile

Laugh

Sad

Content

Fulfilled

Yet you never left without giving me hope

I remember your tiny long fingers

Comforted me like no other hand

The tiny bits of vegan food

You used to pick with extreme finesse

Still makes me smile

There are times

Crazy times they are

When I find you sitting on a bench

In some unknown park

Or at a secluded table in some random restaurant

They used to tell me

Delhi is the city of ghosts

I used to laugh at them

Today when I miss you

Beyond the boundaries of reality

I tell myself

“You found your own ghost in love”

I laugh at myself

Believing you must be laughing too

At my silly thoughts

But dearest Charu

Even if

I see you

I dream about you

Or I write about you

Nothing is enough to fill this inevitable void

This all-consuming black hole within me

I am still waiting at Rajiv Chowk
Let’s meet there next time…

Free Country

I want to declare it a free country

This mole

Yes this mystic mole

Over your upper lip
And make it my permanent home

Winter Is Not Coming…

You delayed winter

With your smile

December is so confused!

This year

Winter is postponed

Till further notice…

Soulsmith

You lost me when I was still with you

Leaving was inevitable

Insignificant though

Like stains of blood on the wall

After the body has been removed

A reminder of something dreadful

That transpired between us

Homeless, I kept wandering in your world

A nomad without any destination

Believing one day

You’ll find me a home

And I won’t be wandering anymore

Instead with your magical fingers

You turned me into a toy

Perpetually gratifying toy for yourself

And then one day

When I knew I was breaking

Like any other toy for pleasure

You sought others

And cast me away

As if that was the last favour

You did to me

You lost me

The day you asked

“Why are you broken?

Why don’t you take care of yourself?

Like everyone else does…”

I kept looking at you

But you were not there anymore…

You lost me when I was still with you

Leaving was inevitable

The last insignificant attempt

At mending my own soul

Qissa-e-Dar(d)

Maine Poocha

"You never invite me to your home?"

Lambi Aah Barte hue

Usne Kaha

"Meri Jaan! Only happy homes have open doors!"

Silent Pout

Silence is the desert of language

I met you there

I loved you there

Three seasons of silences lay between us now

But I remember

That single moment

When you shaped your lips like a pout

Almost to say something

As I was leaving

But stopped

Just before it shaped a word

Since then

I’m searching in vain

Like an obsessive linguist

Every language

For that word

Though at times

I wonder

Was there a word at all?

Misplaced Friendship

I felt like a drunken atheist

Standing in front of a mosque

A kite without a string

Lost, forgotten and hanged

From an electricity wire

Of an empty house

I felt like a poem

Misprinted all over the book

It wasn’t her fault

I fooled myself into it

I had an illusion of trust upon her

But love cannot be feigned by untrue heart

Friendship cannot be manufactured by words

Yet fooled by an untrue heart

Charmed by contrived words

I pledged myself to her friendship

And misplaced a part of my soul forever…

Precautionary Warning

Before you read my poems

Be warned:

Words are little girls

Who can’t keep secrets

From each other

S = K log W

It’s going to be messier

More messier than it is now

I am going to be more random

You are going to be more chaotic

My hugs are going to be more erratic

They might happen any time

Or not at all

Your kisses are to be increasingly arbitrary

You might do it right now

Or I might have to wait many days

It’s not an opinion

It’s not my intuitive wits

It’s pure science, my love

This is what world is headed to
This is what they call entropy

International Men's Day

They dig deeper into my being

Like they probe deserts for oil

In search of my manhood reservoirs

They make surveys inside my mind

Reading me hard under their scanner eyes

I am a man

The word sounds like a disease now

Too much of me is revealed

Too little left to fathom or contemplate upon

I am a man

Almost like a shadow

Ripped off its soul

There are only symptoms left now

Severely acute terrible symptoms

A rough face with no beard

A tight chest with no hair

A bunch of taut muscles

And to top it all

Severely underconfident complexed penis

I am a man

Delusional

Drunk

With ostentatious might of the youth

I am intelligent enough to be stupid

And stupid enough to be foolish

To be a man is so frightening

I escape

To be a soldier, a saint

Or the God

(being an angel is too harsh on a man)

On the shores of gentle womanhood

I keep wondering

What makes me man for myself?

Confessions

"I wanted to talk to you

But I was expecting you would call"

Too many of the promises

I broke with myself

Perhaps more with you

Those days we used to call it ego

Now we call it immaturity

Tomorrow we might call it fate

Truth is we couldn’t get together again

That is very sad

I don’t regret it now

But it’s sad

I don’t console myself

With memories of good times

We had together

I just remember your face

It still makes me angry

So angry that I break something around me

That’s the closest though

I get to my feelings

In these days of eternal numbness

On Sundays and almost every other day

I sit on our green couch

Watching random stuff on television

Which by the way

Has become horrifyingly boring

Had you been here

I am sure the stuff they show now

Would kill you

But I still watch it

Quite late in the night

Because that is the only time

When I still feel your warmth besides me

The blanket still smells of your perfume

Ok! Alright, it doesn’t

I put that on it every other night

It feels nice to smell of you

Than myself

Our last picture

Is the picture on my desktop

I don’t know why I can’t change it

Every time I try

I can’t find anything better

Or meaningful

Pigeons still crap outside the window sill

I clean it every day

I mean once in a week

Almost every Sunday

It looks good

I think they miss you though

They don’t fly away even when I shoo them

They have become as stubborn as you

What was the name of that novel

You read several times?

I can’t find it in the study

I remember it had black cover

Which matched your hairs and eyes

But I can’t remember the title

I miss its character

She resembled you

If not your beauty

At least in your wit and sarcasm

I haven’t written much since

My ideas are frozen

In some other time

Some other book

Some other story

As of now

Let me just sleep around your pillow
Under your blue blanket

And think of you...

Strange Touch

Everything about me has changed now

The color of my tongue

The taste of my eyes

The texture of my voice

The flavor of my tears

Everything…

Changed…

You touched me in many strange ways