I'm Not From Here

In the beginning

Adam and Eve

Were exiled from heaven

And sent to earth

We all are immigrants since

Kya Hoga?

Dard ki shiddat se ukta ke

Aahon ki lau pe

Lafzon ko piglatey hue

Woh mujhse

Karhaate hue

Poochti hai

“Muzammil!

Kashmir ka Kya hoga?”

"Wohi...

Jo hamari muhabbat ka hua…"

Pura Chaand

Chaand uska hai ya mera?

Is baat pe

Muddaton

Hamara jagda raha

Fir?

Fir yun hua ki

Chaand ke do tukde ho gaye

Aek usne rakh liya

Aek mere hisse mai aaya

Ab yun hota hai 

Ki

Jiss raat

Uski aur meri

Mulaqaat hoti hai

Dono tukde mil jaate hain

Thoughts on a Rainy Day

It’s raining

The shoulders of your maroon silk frock are wet

Forming a painting of a waterfall

Running down your arms and breasts

Few raindrops mark the lining of your brows

Few others merge at the tip of your proud nose

Blowing droplets off from your lips

With swift steps

You run through hundreds of raindrops

To get back to your home

And just before you reach

You look up

To let the rain

Touch your face

While thinking about someone

This is what I think about

On an unexpected rainy day

While walking back from work

Intention

I am not a magician

I can’t create illusions, my love

I only write these poems

To distract the world

Away from us

I just want them to leave us alone

“Pehli si Muhabbat”

Iss kadar khoo gayi ho…

Itna murjhaa gayi ho…

Ki itifaaqan mil bhi jao to

Dil dard se khool uthta hai

Afsurdah dilli se yaqlakht ukta kar

Jee mai aata hai ki

Mere mehboob

Ki Tum se

‘Pehli se muhabbat’ 

Maang lun aaj

Kissi soorat mil to jaogi

Kissi bahane khil to jaogi

How I’m With You?

Each moment

Breaks into two

In one

I talk to you

In other

I convince myself

That it’s true

Time is brutally fractured

After you

Just so you know

In all the fractured moments

I’m with you