Demi-Saint

It is so strange

I am irresistibly kind

To all those

Who wear your perfume

You have turned me into a half-saint 

Divine Lesson

Man found God

While

Woman was busy

Cooking food for him

Happy Birthday Charu

“Next station is Rajiv Chowk

Doors will open on the right

Please mind the gap”

Every time I hear this

It reminds me of the gap you left

I will always mind

It wasn’t right at all

Our meeting at Rajiv Chowk that day

Like all other usual meetings

Made me smile

Laugh

Sad

Content

Fulfilled

Yet you never left without giving me hope

I remember your tiny long fingers

Comforted me like no other hand

The tiny bits of vegan food

You used to pick with extreme finesse

Still makes me smile

There are times

Crazy times they are

When I find you sitting on a bench

In some unknown park

Or at a secluded table in some random restaurant

They used to tell me

Delhi is the city of ghosts

I used to laugh at them

Today when I miss you

Beyond the boundaries of reality

I tell myself

“You found your own ghost in love”

I laugh at myself

Believing you must be laughing too

At my silly thoughts

But dearest Charu

Even if

I see you

I dream about you

Or I write about you

Nothing is enough to fill this inevitable void

This all-consuming black hole within me

I am still waiting at Rajiv Chowk
Let’s meet there next time…

Free Country

I want to declare it a free country

This mole

Yes this mystic mole

Over your upper lip
And make it my permanent home

Winter Is Not Coming…

You delayed winter

With your smile

December is so confused!

This year

Winter is postponed

Till further notice…

Soulsmith

You lost me when I was still with you

Leaving was inevitable

Insignificant though

Like stains of blood on the wall

After the body has been removed

A reminder of something dreadful

That transpired between us

Homeless, I kept wandering in your world

A nomad without any destination

Believing one day

You’ll find me a home

And I won’t be wandering anymore

Instead with your magical fingers

You turned me into a toy

Perpetually gratifying toy for yourself

And then one day

When I knew I was breaking

Like any other toy for pleasure

You sought others

And cast me away

As if that was the last favour

You did to me

You lost me

The day you asked

“Why are you broken?

Why don’t you take care of yourself?

Like everyone else does…”

I kept looking at you

But you were not there anymore…

You lost me when I was still with you

Leaving was inevitable

The last insignificant attempt

At mending my own soul

Qissa-e-Dar(d)

Maine Poocha

"You never invite me to your home?"

Lambi Aah Barte hue

Usne Kaha

"Meri Jaan! Only happy homes have open doors!"