Letter No. 1212

Our first born son

Managed to separate us indefinitely

My daughters

Rarely come to see me

I feel like an abandoned father

Forced to retire prematurely

To wait patiently

Till senility catches up with me

And I forget everything

Our beloved son

Our charming daughters

And all the time

We could never spend together

Misguided Romantic

Trees are not the soul of jungle

I’m in search of the soul

I go to the market

To sell myself

The undelivered notes of love

Are more valuable to me

Than thousand notes of currency

The misguided romantic

Finds a deserted temple

For eternal love-making

The perverse absence of God

Blossoms the fruits of longing

I search for empty nests

Where no bird lays eggs

An empty glass of wine

Is a proof enough

Of someone’s quenched thirst

The silence of lovers

Is the final exchange

Between two misguided romantics

 They don’t look at each other

They look towards the fine line of eternity

From their intended misguided angles

Mad Messenger

I want to meet her

Desperately

But I’m not going to tell her that

That would be foolish

I’ll wait

Wait till someone mad enough

Would take this inexplicable responsibility

Of telling her about me

Without mentioning my name

She knows my name

Last Demon

To love is to be fearless

Fearless of one’s own demons

After loving you with all my heart

I realize that

Nothing can take you away from me

Nothing in this world...

Except your past

I’m helpless in front of your invincible past

It’s the only demon I can't contain

It turns me tragically into somebody else for you

Somebody far removed from what I am

I can’t fight your past

I can’t beat it

I can only hold on to my fearlessness

With the hope that one day

Your past will be our shared memory

Witnessed intimately by us both

And you’ll see me as I am

Not as I ought to be

Happy Birthday To You!!!

Charu!

This isn’t a birthday call

There can’t be one

You made it sure

I can’t reach you

But my love has its own ways

Of finding a way to speak to you

When I want to wish you

I randomly hug old people around me

And shower them with unexpected gifts

So when they are ready to pass on

One of them would agree

To be my messenger

And deliver my love notes to you

Written in tears and smiles

I wish

You would send new born babies

With kiss marks on their cheeks

In reply to my endless messages

We’ll Always Have Delhi

When the barrenness of my arid life

Begets no rain

When I find myself lost

Like a quivering fish out of her pond

I remind myself

We’ll always have Delhi

When the colours of the evenings

Bear no resemblance to happiness

When mornings arrive undeclared

Like an unannounced guest

I remind myself

We’ll always have Delhi

When I find myself lonely

In the dark rooms of my house

When I finally stop crying

After long periods of exhaustive wailing

I remind myself

We’ll always have Delhi

When the mirrors start scaring me

Like the ghosts of the past

When I frighten myself harrowingly

With my own dissociative thoughts

I remind myself

We’ll always have Delhi

When I fear the banality of my life

Licking away at my heart to cold-blooded numbness

When my uninspired stale commitments turn into

The horrifying monster of soul-destroying dullness

I close my eyes and remind myself

We’ll always have Delhi

My love

We'll always have Delhi

Historicity Of Our Love

We weren’t thrown out of heaven

We never ate the apple

It was too high on the tree

And we were too low on the ground

Under its lonely shade engrossed

Lying in each other’s arms

Passionately talking about

“How it would be like if we live somewhere else?

Somewhere far away from here”

The snake kept circling us tirelessly

Hoping we would stop loving each other

And his evil design would come to play

But we never stopped

So trust me love

We weren’t thrown out of heaven

Our meeting is the living proof of that

We were only kept apart

Mercilessly

For thousands of years