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
Monday, 13 January 2014
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!
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
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
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
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
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...
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...
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