Pharmakon
Friday, 1 September 2017
Eid Mubarak, Meri Jaan!
That morning
When you wake me up
And whisper
Eid Mubarak, jaan!
And I reply with a kiss
Khair Mubarak, meri jaan!
This is what you’re going to miss
If you won’t come tonight
There is no
Eid
without you…
Black Hole
Of all the countless dresses in your wardrobe
That finely fashioned black dress
Is a black hole to my galaxy
All my swarming thoughts
All my restive words
All my orbiting emotions
Nothing escapes
When you come wearing it
And ask me
“I am going to leave soon
You want to tell me something?”
Saturday, 26 August 2017
All That Is Left Is You
Shut me in your eyes
Melt me under your skin
This world has lost its soul
All that is left is you
Kill me with your own hands
If love is hard to come
Resurrect me with your anger
This world has lost its soul
All that is left is you
The gardens of your words
Are full of red roses
Send me one
Revive me from the dead
Bury me in your arms
This world has lost its soul
All that is left is you
Cut through my ribs
Hold my heart in your palm
Read holy verses over it
Kiss me back to life
Come sooner
Take me away
From my dead life
This world has lost its soul
All that is left is you
Wednesday, 23 August 2017
Ugly Language
How does language become ugly?
When a child learns to curse?
When pain finds a cruel face?
Or when hatred finds a politician’s tongue?
How does language become ugly?
When religion finds a king?
When silence swindles money?
Or when faith creates an enemy?
How does language become ugly?
Language becomes ugly
When it forgets its true purpose
Sunday, 13 August 2017
Birthday Gift
“Acha suno
Tumhe apne janamdin pe
Kya tohfa chahiye?”
“Tum”
“Kuch aisa maango
Jo tumhare paas na ho”
Saturday, 22 July 2017
Lamp
Of all the things
You gracefully talk about
Clothes, curtains, furniture
Utensils, crockery, tea-flavours
And all the fine luxuries of life
I want to be the lamp
At the side of your bed
And read with you
All the books you read
Before you blissfully fall asleep
Monday, 17 July 2017
Syllabus
Woh kehti hai
Mai kitaab nahi padti
Aur fir
Poori poori raat
Mujhe
Ek nayi Kitaab ki tarah
Padhti rehti hai
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