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Thursday, 29 November 2012


Sooner or later
For one reason or another -
Everyone leaves you
like Life……

This World is nothing -
A Museum of Sorrows
How antique we are!!!


Wednesday, 21 November 2012


I am the residue of your tricks
O!! My magician of sorts!!!!!!

I am
What you perform not.

Sunday, 18 November 2012


I am not -

I am not 
the snow
that falls silently
in the wintry nights.
But the one
which obstructs your path
and is cleared to the margins
so that you could walk. 

Neither am I
the Chinar leaf
that falls swiftly like a poem
in that yellowy ambience.
I am but its heap
which is collected and burned
in the morning hours
by the still sleepy sweeper.

My Love
I am a ‘Rose’ -
a rusted rose
which craves for your Love
and which
you have forgotten
in the jungle of your Heart.

I am also one 
among many scattered stones
left on the road
after the stone pelting is over
which listens carefully to the 
cries of Blood
in the city of Screams.
My Love
It is quite good enough
‘To Be’ -
than ‘Not To Be’ -

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

No Random Thoughts

I have forgotten
everything about you.
But –
I remember it too well.
Love is more an aftermath
than an event.
You are too vacant in me -
Sometimes, I lose the space within

I have died long ago
In the cradle of your smile

Death has a style.
Due to various misperceptions
We, conventionally,

Call it Life.