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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.

Thursday, 28 September 2017

In Place

Everything has to be kept 
In place
Keys, soul, braclets, ear rings, 
Heart, voice messages, feelings. 
It won’t work any other way.

A slight difference 
And she would come to know:
You missed her more than you fake. 

Sunday, 17 September 2017

People usually do the Otherwise

I came home
And you were weeping
In the corner of that tiny room.

Remember the day?
The barber had cut your hair way too short:
That you wanted it to be a ghazal 
But it had turned into a haiku.

Well
I fell for you that day
Without thinking
Almost instinctual
Like fish falls for bait.

I fell for you
Not because you were weeping.

You were weeping for something
That would definitely grow back.

People usually do the otherwise. 

Monday, 11 September 2017

Raqs-e-Bismil

They say
Don't scratch the wound 
When it is healing.

They just don't know 
I scratch 
so that
It doesn't go away.
I scratch so that it
Stays where it is.
I scratch its edges so as 
To feel it from the inside.

Love being the wound thus
I'm both ill and healing 
Simultaneously.