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Thursday, 21 December 2017

Season of Migration

To think about you
Late nights
Is to snatch foreign lands
By the fist.

Countless mornings
I’ve woken up with
Migratory birds in my mouth.

Monday, 18 December 2017

Metaphysics of Communication

Rest of the times
I just trust them
You know:
Stormy weather
Low energy
Cosmic events
Heavy traffic
etcetera etcetera

Usually
However
I wonder:
Doesn't the sweet taste of our words
Disrupt the technology at heart?
Were phone calls
Designed to transfer this much love?

Saturday, 16 December 2017

Misunderstanding

It takes ages
To understand.
Some don’t understand
Even after decades.
Others only pretend they
Have understood.
I have seen a few who don’t even
Pretend to understand
They say it is not that important.

But I believe:
The trench loneliness digs
Inside in search of wisdom
Is far significant
Than the innumerable puddles
People make in you
So as to feel good about themselves. 

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

One-sided Poem

Treat this
As a gentle reminder 
From the 
Secret Society of Unrequited Love Poets. 

‘Don’t unnecessarily read stuff!
Not all poems are about you. 
Your eyes are precious to us.’





Monday, 27 November 2017

Reductio ad Aesthetic

Sometimes
I want to reduce
Everything to basics:
The earth to amoeba
Life to survival
Windows to trees
Beauty to perception
Grief to poverty
A building to brick
Happiness to pretension
Love to poetry.

And you and me
To the moment when you said
“I am reading three novels simultaneously”

No sentence has made more sense
Since then.
Everything else seems irrelevant.

Sunday, 26 November 2017

Aesthetic Workload

Times are harsh
Mubashir 
You may have to work overtime.

The world needs more love poems 
Than you think!

Thursday, 16 November 2017

Lovers/Strangers

She said
“I like talking to strangers more
Than familiar faces”

“You mean to say
You like conversing with everyone?”
I replied

“What do you mean?”

I mean
Who knows who in this shit hole
After all
We are all strangers
Pretending to be lovers.