Greatest Art

Every great artist

Is in search of greater artist

Preferably within oneself

Or in others

I am not a great artist

Neither is greatness hidden

Within me

My greatest art is your eyes

My greater search is your kiss

Redundant Offer

But what is really gone?

A leaf falling

From top of the tree

On the porous ground

Is it really gone?

I am not asking you science

I am asking you

Do you really believe it is gone?

Look into my eyes

And answer me

Is it gone?

Don’t just shake your head

Say it out loud

In proper words

Is-it-gone?

When that leaf is not gone

Stop telling me

My love is gone

Move on

Get over

Stop fooling me

End is an illusion

For weak-minded to believe

And weak-hearted to accept

Protest

If I exist

Only as a dream

To you now

Then

Your sleep

Is my only world

And your eyes

My only home

I demand my rights back!

Lost Pilgrim

She got inside me

Like a lost faith

I turned atheist

I believed in nothing

That could change me

She changed me

Like a secret lover

I read her lips

And lost all my words

I studied her eyes

And lost all my poems

She held my hand

Like a faith healer

Made me drink

The purest of her wines

She closed my eyes

As I dreamt about making love

I opened my eyes

But she was gone

I am the lost pilgrim

The only atheist

Who believes in lost faith

Taken Forever

There are many…too many

They sit beside me

Talk to me about lovely future

Walk with me

Hand in hand

Into many hypnotic sunsets

Watch with me

Ridiculously long loud movies

Laugh with me

While resting their happy heads on my shoulder

Have unplanned dinners with me

Trying everything they could

To make me feel loved

But quite often

I find myself

Trying to find you vainly

In their beaming hopeful eyes

In their uncertain nervous smiles

Their indifference doesn't hurt me

Doesn't make me miserable

Don’t make me feel vulnerable

At the end of the day

When I come back to my lonely home

I know

I come back to your memories only

I look at the mirror smilingly

Knowing

No one can have me

Like you had

Nothing takes me from you

Nothing…ever!

Let’s be friends, dear!

After ages of unkind undeserving indifference

My beloved calls for a truce

The promise

Of long lasting relationship

On the condition

“Let’s be friends, dear!”

Because losing something is less painful

Than losing everything

I agreed at once

But kept wondering in agreement

When were we not friends?

Secret Keeper

How many times I loved it!

Like I loved you

Held it in my hands

As I held you

Kissed it

Hugged it

Spent countless nights awake with it

But

As deviously secretive as you are

Your pillow is your best secret keeper

It doesn't reveal anything

Except your elusive fragrance

Making your absence

Increasingly pronounced

By its constant disappearance

Night after night…