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Sunday, 6 August 2017

Chlorophyll: Pigments of Love

Sometimes I wish 
I was the tree
The leaves of which fall on your balcony.

That way I would 
At least photosynthesize properly
Like this 
Far away from you
Breathing seems all too human.

Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Poetics of a Kashmiri Love Poem

Lovers walking side by side 
Holding hands by the bund
Telling each other their worth 
And at irregular intervals 
Walking distant and pretending 
not knowing each other.
And then again trying to catch up.

That's how a love poem is written in Kashmir:
At times obsessed with the craft
At times banal.

Saturday, 22 July 2017

The Times They Are A-Changin'

She asked politely 
"Why dont you write longer poems?"

I replied 
"Meri jaan 
Halaat kharab hai"

Monday, 17 July 2017


"On a scale of 1 to 10"
They asked 
"10 being the highest 
How lonely are you?"

I am as lonely as him
Who sleeps curled on the bonnets 
Of expensive cars
Thinking where have all the cats disappeared.

"10 being the highest"
I said 
"I am as lonely as any Delhi dog."

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

Tearful Smoke

"I never weep in front of people."
She said 
"I can never do that."

"Even I only smoke when people are around."
I replied 
"Never alone."

We are that similar.

Tuesday, 20 June 2017


Memories splash all over
Whenever I think about you.

A loveless life
Turns your body
Into puddles.

Monday, 5 June 2017


Writing about you is like
Filming you
With a hand-held camera
Where shaky shots come out
Like throbbing sentences.

Writing about you is like
Asking a poem to behave properly
While giggling inwards
Because the poem
Is throwing away metaphors in love.

Not writing about you?
Who would risk that?