Final Kiss

In the end

Before

Final separation

We kissed

Kissed like a prayer

Hung

The whole world

On a scandalous cross

And never cared

Disappeared Poems

Unmarked 

Mass graves

Of my poems

Missing

For years

Were found

In every town

Of your secret diary

What did you do to them?

Tell me

What did you do to them?

Proof

This distance 

This terribly unyielding long distance

Separating

You and me

Is the only proof

Of hell on earth

Vindication

I won’t write them anymore…

I won’t…

She tortures

My poems

With her unwarranted tears

And her derisive smiles

I won’t write them anymore…

I won’t…

Unconsummated Rooftops

We stood on the roof

For hours

Silently

Marking the unseen boundaries

Of twinkling stars

With our naked eyes

Choosing constellations for each other

And in moments of intense longing

We looked at each other

Like two strangers

Falling in love

Time passed by

Like the passing of an impatient traveller

We lay besides each other

Till all other roofs were deserted

Till all the stars were marked and disowned

And all the moments of closeness exhausted

Yet another night remained

Sleepless – unconsummated!

Thanatophobia

I fear

That my poems

Would mean nothing to you

And I will have to keep

All of them

In the cold mortuary

Of my diary

Till I bury them

One by one

In the graveyard

Of my biography

Hermeneutics

One who reads a poem

Abandons

All hopes of safe return

One who writes

Is never rescued