New Year Is Upon Us!

New Year is upon us

I pray

Every lost bird will find its nest!

Every unsheathed sword will find it scabbard!

Every pining heart will find its lover!

Every desiring woman will find its respect!

Every unwritten poem will find its well deserving poet!

Amen!

Fictional Truth

Tell me the truth!

Muzammil!

She shouted

Tell me the truth!

I held her warm lovely hands

Looked at her wide wet eyes

And whispered

I am

The only fiction

Of your reality

She looked at me for long

Dropped a tear

On the ground 

We were standing together

And left…

Fossil Memories

My memories are not immortal

Like the fossils of prehistoric ages

Vouched

Guarded

Protected

By obsessive historians

And neurotic archaeologists

Time licks on my memories

Like flies feeding on dead meat

My memories are mortal

Like a child

Who at the time of birth

Dies

As if it never existed

Even within the womb

And leaves me

Mourning

Like a decapitated mother

Such long years

Of indifference

Have my memories rotten

I reek

From the pigeonholes of time

I called you last night

To breathe freshness

Into the ruins of my rotten past

Your spear tongue killed me again

After

Nothing within me

I preserved for years

Like obsessive scavenger

And neurotic lover

Could be vouched

Guarded

Protected

From the rottenness

You enforced upon me

Suicide Note

I couldn’t free myself

From my own prison

She

She whispers my name

Like a rumour

To her mirror

And expects me

Waiting for her

At every corner of the alleys

She walks by

She hides my name

In the pages of her diary

Forgets

Where she kept it

And worries all day long

Till she find it under her pillow

She wipes all the private smiles

Off her tender face

Fast

At the instance of my thought

In front of her friends

She pretends to be reading

Or nervously trying to find books

While stealing surreptitious looks

From behind the books

Or from over the shelves  

To the corner of the library

Where I usually sit

Even my empty chair

Is the sight of adoration for her

She nervously bites her lips

Eats her nails

Drops her books

And spills her coffee

Blushingly in canteen

At the sudden sight of me

She loves me

I know she loves me dearly

But she loves me in silence

We both exist in silence

For each other

Forbidden Milestones

It’s not that this road was meant to be walked

But you held my hand

And insisted on walking together

In your eyes I traced the milestones of our journey

I held onto your sense of accurate directions

You navigated me beyond my limits

You travelled with me

To the end of last land

vis-à-vis

Candles don’t burn forever

Neither does Sun define its fate

The burning of a tree

Is not the death of the whole forest

The mourning of relationship is past

I bury myself alive

To find my own roots

I am not the victim of seasons

The freshness of the spring

Is neither your craft

Nor mine

The pages of my memory

Burn

Every night

To keep my winters warm

Let’s sit and talk

One to one

When this madness ends