How Have You Been?

We bumped into each other

Unexpectedly

At the entrance of the dargah

Where a long time ago

We prayed together

For peace and eternal togetherness

“How have you been?”

She asked while fidgeting

With her locket

I couldn’t say anything

Not a long time ago

This question always meant

Let’s spend the whole night together… praying!

Find Me A Midpoint!

No more laughter

No more crying

No more tiptoeing

Around my life

Happiness

You’ve been too shallow

To reach my despondent soul

Sadness

You’ve been too deep

To cause a fair wound

Find me a midpoint

Will you?

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Sad Poem

She gave me everything

Except her heart

I gave her everything

Except my words

Now

She lives

With happy heart with someone

And I live

With my sad poems

No Last Kiss

There is no last kiss

Last kiss is only a fiction

A myth created by those

Who stop loving

Or cannot love more…

Every kiss is immortal in its own way

It’s the only thing

That keeps you and me alive

What’s Worth Loving?

There isn’t much.

You.

Your presence

When it’s winter

Or summer

Or any other season

Your voice

When you are angry

Or happy

Or rude to me

Your clothes

Who only I have privilege

To touch

Or smell

Or take them off

Your face

Which is sculpted in love

By angels

Or demons

Or together by both

Your kiss

The pathway to bliss

Or madness

Or total abandon

Your final letter

The last attempt at saving me

Or loving me

Or letting me go…

Silent Night

That blessed night

Cloaked in silence

You held me tight

In your arms

You laid my head

Gently on your lap

Ran fingers

Through my hairs

Your right hand

Rested lightly

On my chest

Healing me from inside

When your hair

Wantonly fell

Across my face

You brushed them aside

From my face

As if to read

An old dusty scripture

You read me all night

It was only much later

When I realized

That it wasn’t a night

And nothing around us

Was silent at all