Happy Diwali

Not all the eyes are lit

Neither all the hearts are happy

Dreams don’t burst like crackers

Life isn’t a box of sweets

Hope cannot be giftwrapped

Yet when I see

Many unlit, unhappy hearts

Shoot the crackers up into the sky

As if their dreams would burst

And light up the whole sky

I feel hopeful about next few days

Recipe For Lovers

Like Sun comes every morning

To have his breakfast

An omelet of darkness

Sprinkled with the chilies of stars

Like Moon works tirelessly

Whole night

As an unnamed chef

I want you to come too

To have your breakfast with me

An omelet of my dreams

Sprinkled with the chilies of fantasies

I’ll work tirelessly

Whole night
As an unnamed lover

Polymorphously Perverse

The leaves of your lips haven’t fallen yet

Your beauty has come of its age

I stand in a queue of your kisses

Waiting like all other lovers

For the autumn to come

And your lips to fall upon mine

Don't Ask Me...

If

Love

Is

The

Answer

Please

Don’t ask me what the question is!

He Should Be Dead By Now

He is a poet

What more can prove to you

That he is dying in each moment

And every other moment

Brings more suffering to him

Poets come with their own death certificate

Hidden in their nocturnal muse

If you ask me

It’s a miracle he’s still alive

All other poets are dead

Buried under the gravity of their own memories

Midnight Wisdom

It’s not tree’s fault

Neither is it bird’s

If there is no nest on the tree

To My Ophelia

To be yours or not to be yours?

That is not the question at all

You are mine or you are not mine?

That is the question