Broken Shadows

I would have burnt the whole sky

Crushed every monument

Fought every tyrant

Brought empires down

I would have smuggled hope from heaven

Traded stars for your earrings

I would have painted the whole world red

Every flower with my blood

I would have stolen every ruby for your lips

Every sapphire for your eyes

I would have corrupted every poet’s tongue

Every painter’s brush

I would have carved your name

On every mountain top

On every flower petal

I would have ended violence

From the world forever

Spread love in every human heart

I would have traded my life willingly

For the smallest wish you made

I would have changed

The course of world history

If only

You loved me in time!

If only

You loved me in time!

Ode to Death

The biggest proof

Of death

Is the dead body

Death makes it quite obvious

Its work is definitive

Fashioning its own course

Drafting its own rules

Death writes so well

No poetry resists it

No poet resolves it

Death has no cannons to shoot

No farewell gift to life

It passes

Like a breeze through human heart

Takes away all its songs

Death leaves silence behind

As if deserting its own child

I am left with silence too

Has death touched me already?

And After That…

Life is a poem written in actions

Greatest poems are never written by poets

But by those who read them with passion

Most powerful poem

Is the description of a kiss

And after that…

Party

I knew

We were in the same room

Along with others

Pretending to be listening

To everyone around us

But our minds were on each other’s presence

Like the inevitable awareness of a distinct perfume

She nervously kept fidgeting with her scarf

I pretended I am engrossed in my phone

Each moment felt heavier

Our mutual presence was weighing us down

Finally

After exhausting all the options

Of avoiding each other

She walked up to her friend

Sitting beside me

And told her,

“I should be leaving now”

But why so early?

The party has just started!

“No dear!”

“I left a story someone sent me half finished”

“I want to see how it ends”

She left

Saying good bye to everyone

Except me

Leaving whiffs of her perfume in the room

And a smile on my face

Later

While leaving the party alone

I consoled myself saying

“At least she is in the middle of my story”

Hyper-real

It is hard to explain

But is actually true

The girl sitting opposite to me

In a metro

Isn’t as attractive

As the girl in the novel

I am reading…

Wish I could be a character too

Of a better novel!