Succour

My friend

Let’s hold hands

I can’t find my home anymore

Let’s carry each other

Like our own clothes

Let’s talk

And be each other’s mirror

I know you have a long way ahead

My journey is no less anymore

But just for a while

Let’s cry on each other’s shoulder

And dry one another’s eyes in silence

In some time

I will be gone

You’ll be on your way as well

And if at some point

You stop to look back

Remember we held hands

When we couldn’t find our homes anymore

I believe

That should make our journeys worthwhile

Love/Hate

I have noticed it quite often

When she is angry with me

She kisses me twice as much

I wonder quite often

What would it be like

If she starts hating me?

Selfie Saints

I don’t know much about saints

Especially those modern days

Self-proclaimed ones

But I know this for sure

If they happen to meet God

They will definitely ask for a selfie

Declaration of Fundamental Rights

Marinate me

Slice me

Grind me

Knead me

Crush me to your heart’s content

Turn me into a powder

For your lovely skin

Burn me when you are cold

Use my ashes to wash your beautiful body

Drink me when you are thirsty

Put me in your tea instead of sugar

Turn me into your nail paints

If sun is harsh on you

Make an umbrella out of my skin

Wrap me like a warm coat

If it’s too cold

Melt me into an inkpot

Write your soulful songs out of me

Put your mouth to my mouth

Play your songs on this flute

Do whatever you want with me

I have given up all my right on myself

Union

I was water

Locked in snow

Before you kissed me

You unlocked me

Drop by drop

And I met the ocean

Traces

She stays with me whole day

Like fragrance stays with flower

Long after it is plucked from its garden

At night

She becomes a kiss

And covers me like a warm quilt

I sleep like a well-fed baby

Under the watchful stars of her eyes

Home-Land

When I was fighting for home

They started fighting for land

In the end

Neither could I find my home

Nor they their land

We both lost our home-land 

Master – Slave Dialectics

She advises me

With such care

Such scrupulous precision

I almost forget the problem

In favour of her solution

I follow her words

Like light follows sight

She is my only lobbyist

Only voice

Who enters my mind

Like my own thoughts

She knows me

Like her own room

Sometimes in exasperation

I shout at her

“You have made a slave out of me.”

She whispers back smiling

“Be my master if you can!”

On Blindness

So long I couldn’t see

Beyond colour, caste, status, clothes and gender

I was blind with sight

So long I couldn’t see

Beyond thoughts, ideas, concepts, and opinions

I was blind with knowledge

So long I couldn’t see

Beyond I, me, and mine

I was blind with time

So long I believed

I’m supposed to see

I was blind

Reference

My poems read me

Posthumously

As an unnecessary footnote

To their illegitimate mockery

Of all popular premature uninitiated art