Ersatz

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’ -

here

than ‘Not To Be’ -

nowhere.