Poet's Will

The only poem

written with unsatiable love

and unbearable passion

Is unread

And 

Shall remain so...

Dirty Washing

My dear

I get only my cloths dirty

Everyday

Not my soul

There is no laundry for soul

Except loving…

Of Cats and Dogs

If only

I could

Find someone

Who is

Wilder

Than her cat

Loyal

Than her dog

Chai Ki Pyaali

Aaj shaam

Uske

Aur

Mere 

Beech

Sirf

Aek 

Chai ki pyaali

Ka Faasila tha

Aur 

Kai saalon ki

Naarazgi...

True Dictator

She is a true dictator

She whips my soul

With her smile

Kills me

With her mysterious silence

Covers me then

With an unstitched shroud

Of her endless kisses

And buries me

Inside the tomb

Of her sleepless form

She carries my grave

Everywhere

Inside her

Muflar

Pichle baras

Woh

January ki sard raaton mai

Mera muflar ood ke

Mujhe apni baahon mai

Samaet leti thi

Abke baras

Woh

January ki sard raaton mai

Mera wohi muflar ood ke

Kissi aur ki baahon mai

Thitharti rehti hai

Posthumous Confession

No my dear

No!

She didn’t kill me!

She would never do

Such horrible thing to me

She just left

And that killed me

Eternal Love, Mortal Life

Even though

I outlived the grief

You caused me

I couldn’t outlive

Our love

It’s long

Longer than your indifference

And the cold seasons of your heart

Unseen Eyes

My friends ask me

Muzammil!

You write so much

About her 

In your poems

Do you really love her that much?

I smile and only tell them

You 
My dears
Haven't seen her eyes!

If Only

Unlike us

The couples

I see at the station

Meet

At exact agreed upon time

They kiss and hug each other

But not with our lips and arms

They smile at each other

With eyes which are not ours too

They hold each other’s hands

And walk towards home

But not our home

Which is empty

Dead

With unnatural silence

Of our absence

The only clue

To our frightful presence there

Is the broken vase on the floor

And the empty wall

Where the square-mark

Of the picture

In which you and I

Were kissing

Is still hanging

I go to station often

To watch couples

Kissing

Hugging

Hand-holding

Home-walking

And I think to myself

This could have been us!

This could have been us

If only

You would have kissed me

Hugged me

Held my hand

And walked home with me

That fateful night

If only…

Jawaab

When I met her

After ages of longing

On the reluctant shores of her arms

I asked her

What do you want me to do?

She silently

Writes my name on the sand

Like a rumour

Smiles

Like a shrewd politician

Of emotions

Promises everything

Like some mythic God

Runs her fingers

Through my hairs

Cups my face in her palms

And says

I want you to be my slave, forever!

Fatal Dance

She dances like a snake over me

Bites me on my lips

And asks me

How fatal was that my love?

Footprints Of Spring

Half inch snow

Foot long shoes...

I walk reluctantly

Breaking the white path ahead

The white blanket of snow

Is laid out perfectly

Like the dark night

Of sadness

I melt balls of cold snow

In my palms

Like I melt your memories

In the snowy white

Of my sleepless eyes

Winter is harsh season

For lovers

Snow is a huge mask

Hiding the pain underneath

It’ll take months

Years may be

Before you bring spring along…

I search endlessly

For your footprints

Red Nail Polish

Jaanti ho...

Aaj

Tumhare choote hi

Tumhare khoobsurat

Haathon

Ki ungliyon

Ke naakhoono se

Utarti hui

Laal nail polish

Mujh pe chad gayi hai…

Mera wajood

Mukammal

Laal ho gaya hai

Lost Sailor

The curve of your lips
Is the map of my world
I travel
In search of twin stars
Of your eyes

Look!
Your sailor is lost again! 

Waiting Outside Operation Theater

Every thought in my head

Falls prey to carnivorous fears
Bleeding colorless tears

After such long painful waiting
Even birds in cages
Doubt the strength of their wings

Outside the theater
Winter sets a cold wave
Freezing everything warm
Around us
Snow hides
All the gardens of hope

I look outside the window
Towards sky
For any small slit
In the dark clouds
To reassure myself
Of happy sunlight to pass through

I watch ghostly people
With white coats
Play God
I doubt my atheism
Towards them
I read their lips
I read their inanimate hands
When they speak to me
Like a clinician
I try to decipher any hidden codes

Eventually
After giving up
On their jargonised
Almost human-like reassurances
I come back
To the waiting room
To be fed again
By carnivorous fears

Bleeding colorless tears

Snow Is Falling

The snow
Of your kisses
Fell
whole night
Upon me

I woke up
In the morning
to the white splendour
Of your hugs

The kiss
Of your frosty lips
Declared
Winter for me

Love

Love is the only migratory bird

With four wings…

My Valley Is A Truthful Lie!

The beauty
Of my Valley
Blinds everyone
From the ugliness
That resides
Within the capillaries
Of its moving Chinars

Or is it the other way round?

It reeks
From the cracks of Dal
And disappearing Walur

But more often
It reeks
From the cracks
Of meaningless lives
And pretentious living...

My Valley is a truthful lie!

The truth of ugliness
It naturally hides
The lie of living
I carefully pretend

When Love Kills...

When love kills...

Life is the last thing to ask
Death is the least of the fears

When love kills...
Life and death
Become
Metaphors
Of an archaic poetry
Lost
In the yellowed pages
Of time

When love kills...
One gets killed
Forever...