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Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Thermoplastic Love

Then She came to me one day
And in a sarcastic tone said
Your love is like polythene.
It doesn't go away"

"Hadn't I informed you earlier"
I retorted
"We are a threat to the environment"

Sunday, 13 December 2015

Unapocalyptic Futures

In the company of others
We usually study each other
And keep painting
Unapocalyptic futures
For each and every individual
With just our eyelashes.

The lovers that therefore we are.

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

For Times Yet to Come

As we were loading love
Into our decrepit bodies
Post that silly argument
We realised it was half past eternity

And we were lovers
For times yet to come.

Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Ordinary Lies

In Love
Trivial mistakes
Ordinary lies
Are deliberate attempts
To be loved more

When she asked
Don't you know how much I love you?

I plainly said

Friday, 6 November 2015

The Literature of Love

Loving you is like
Reading novels by the sea
Hating you is like
Teaching the same in classes.

Together -
Our Love is a page-turner.

Tuesday, 3 November 2015


I imagine
That in the restful hours of boring
Rainy Srinagar Sundays
You think of me
Miss me terribly
Weep and cry my name out loud in despair

This is just another poem
I've been thinking about. 

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

The Heart that you trespassed

Heart is a strange place -
Rather than stating
Trespassers will be prosecuted
It blindly believes -
Trespassers will prosecute.

And trust me
They always do.

Sunday, 25 October 2015

Unfinished Poem

After all these years
I think of you
And repeat to myself
Those words you had once said
And live my life accordingly:

“Even if our story remains half-finished Mubashir
Always try and complete the poem

I hope
My Love this poem has ended.

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Monday, 28 September 2015

Of Love and Richter Scales

Nhtiong rmeaeind
Ni paecl
Aeftr yuor baetuy surtck em.

It seems
You are my local 9.6 magnitude earthquake.

Saturday, 26 September 2015

Rainbow Kisses

If my kisses are like rainbows
On the skies of your body

Let love rain
On the earths of separation.

Monday, 14 September 2015

Love Underlined

Had you been a text
My Love
I would've underlined
All your body parts.

Saturday, 12 September 2015

Sense of Humour

With inconceivable grief
Comes a unique sense of humour.

When she left me
I renamed her

She comes to me almost everyday.

Monday, 7 September 2015

Missed Calls

One day
If we meet
I'll teach you
How to receive calls
Of those whom you don't love anymore -
It's not that difficult.

Then we'll talk for hours.

Sunday, 6 September 2015

She lives in a decrepit flat

I told them
Not to confuse
Love with residences.

She's happy
She lives in a decrepit flat
Just above my soul.

Saturday, 29 August 2015


Because the brutality of your beauty
Is unbearable
I am hence
Migrating to a place where
Nothing looks like you.

Then again
My love -
Nothing looks like you.

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

So True

"Some love stories end unfinished"
Said she in a hurry.

So true!
Like some love poems.

Sunday, 23 August 2015


She kept thinking
with a pen in her hand
the whiteness of the blank page
was significant than the poem itself or not.

He wrote however -
A poem about the way she thinks
Which was well received within literary circles.

Even she praised him.

Thursday, 20 August 2015


In case of emergency
Call it destiny
Break your heart
Let her go.

Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Unprogrammed Love

Believe me
That was the longest smile
Of my entire life.

You were right
Breaks all timetables.

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

No Hard Feelings

There is this person
In my life
Who reminds me
More or less
Of everything life is.


I hate her more than life.

Monday, 10 August 2015

Emotional Hinge

My Soul 
If truth be told
Is a screw
Fastened to her
Indurate heart.

I creak with emotions.

Friday, 31 July 2015

Love in the Time of Camera

Your casual look - 
And my eyes break like cheap crockery.

In Love
Most often
You need to think hard -
Face, hands, eyes, hair...
It's not easy to remember your beloved.

Monday, 27 July 2015


If you were a book
I’d title you
A glossary of unknown loves
And hide you deep somewhere
Within the library of my emotions.

Friday, 24 July 2015

Moral Policing


And when
They couldn't find me
They took all my finger prints
From your skin away.


Forget poetry!
I actually reside inside my beloved now
Call it love if you want

I'm just afraid of moral policing.

Monday, 20 July 2015


Life keeps digging in me
An abyss
Too deep for anything to climb up.

I am too steep in myself.

Sunday, 5 July 2015


Without you 
I'm like an overused cheap soap
Withering away 
In the washrooms of other bodies
Silently weaving
The foam of separation.

Monday, 29 June 2015

Travel Prayer

(a translation of Muzaffar Karim's urdu nazm Dua-e-Safar)

I don't know travel prayer
But whenever you bid me adieu 
With kisses
My each journey rested
Within the enchanting halo of your lips 
The touch of your lips 
My love 
Is like my mother's prayers.

When the brace of your lips 
Is no longer with me 
And this arduous journey is turning odysseic
It's time to learn travel prayer.

Monday, 22 June 2015

Shouldn't We?

"Frankly speaking Mubashir"
She said
"I think 
Your poetry has lost that charm
That grace which it once possessed."

I smiled and replied
"Shouldn't we meet often then?"

Friday, 19 June 2015


The tragedy is not
That we are incredibly far from each other.

That we are passionately still alive in ourselves
That's tragedy.

Sunday, 14 June 2015


She asphyxiates me with her kisses
When she's not around

It seems 
Is the mother of love

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Poetic Felony

When caught 
They were found in an intimate position
Trying to understand a poem
Which ended abruptly.

Sunday, 17 May 2015

Chronic Claim

It's a pity 
You are someone's blessing.

Had you been a disease 
I would've called you 
My personal rare recurrent incurable one.

Friday, 1 May 2015

An Appetite for Love (IV)

I have developed
An appetite for love

In Love
I want to write
Erotic poems about you
Disguised as passionate spirituality.

In Love
I want to breathe
All my energy into you
As a mark of protest against nature.

In Love
I want to be the lone scholar
Of your body
And write an annotated history of your lips.

In Love
I want to do to you
What a wind does to a chime.

In Love
I want to knead your cheeks
And turn them
Into colorful cotton candies.

In Love
I want all these monotonous
Clocks of the world
To fall passionately in love with Time.

In Love
I want to do to you
What the abrasive surface of a matchbox
Does to a matchstick.

In Love
I want to singe all your memories
To represent my body
As your unfinished souvenir.

In Love
I want to treat you
Like a tumultuous sea treats a ship.

In Love
I want to call all languages
Disparate tricks to keep us all
Away from silences. 

Tuesday, 28 April 2015

Of Love and other Scripts

With time
We both have
Successfully turned into
 Method actors in love
Madly committed to our own craft.

It's just that our local movie
Has been banned
For public viewing
For explicit depiction of utopian reality. 

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Save the Poem

I populate your memories
Within the ordinary species 
Of my boring words
For I know
Every poem is 
An endangered poem
If you're not in it.

Saturday, 11 April 2015


This is as far as I can commit.

Your Love
It seems 
Is above my pay grade.

Thursday, 2 April 2015

Clavicle Confession

I can live my whole life
Without any regrets and complains
In the perfectly crafted depths
Of your collarbone.

Thursday, 26 March 2015


If nothing else
The world will teach you this anyhow -
How much of disobedience is Love.

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Moon is a Love Scar

Moon stands exactly where you stubbed your cigarette
After we discussed
How people burn in Love?

Monday, 16 March 2015


How I wish
Was the answer
To everything
You and I argued about


Sunday, 15 March 2015

Nothing like a Poem

Do you remember the day
My Love
When we happily crunched
Honey dyed leaves with our shoes
In that colossal garden
While holding hands?

Seemed Poetic...

Monday, 2 March 2015

Hermeneutics of Love

Some people stay
In my poems
Like over-interpretations

Simultaneously close 
Yet nowhere.

Thursday, 26 February 2015


I could taste hope
In his ancient bloodshot eyes
While he kept repeating
43 or more times
For just a skinny 10 rupee note.

(It was a shame
Utter shame
Nobody came)

Saturday, 21 February 2015


Back then
When she was young
And in Love
She used to call me
The best thing that had ever happened
In her life.

Now that she is old
And wise
Who knows what she thinks?

Friday, 20 February 2015

Keep Left

Because you are almost always right
About everything
I usually write
With utmost doubt
On the left side
Of the paper.

People conclude you are a rightful influence
On my leftist manipulations
Of words

I doubt it.

Sunday, 15 February 2015

Stationary Precautions

Meeting you was like
Xeroxing happiness
Scanning smiles
Printing love
And keeping them safe
From an imminent grief
For later readings.

Saturday, 7 February 2015


To put pen in the ink pot of my eye
And list the varied visions
Of your amorous techniques.

All I can say is:
Your love was culturally
Significant to my banal life.

Thursday, 29 January 2015

Academic Anguish

Don’t brag about your academic career
And please
Stop flaunting your CV
Like a newly launched product.

My Love
Don’t do it to yourself
Don’t be silly now
Stop it

We both know it well
A mighty career in letters
Will never ever attain
The status of that
International Seminar we missed on
Trilingual Silences.

Sunday, 25 January 2015

Je Suis Amor

Now that
My Love
We are too mature to blame each other.

At least
Let us show some solidarity
With this horrific inevitability of unending loveless season.

Sunday, 11 January 2015


All that I Know is this:
That when I miss you
Oh! when I miss you
I miss you not like a sane person.

Thursday, 8 January 2015

Unnecessarily Necessary

When I think about it
(I may be wrong)
It seems that
Your meticulously calculated Love
Was a necessary detour for me
To reach at these heights of inexhaustible Love
Which seemed more or less
Impossible at the beginning.

My Love do you think the same way?
Was I too your necessary detour to reach somewhere else?

Thursday, 1 January 2015

The Morality of these Pages

As I write this
I am being charged with obscenity
Collectively by the words and their meanings
On these and other pages
For explicitly drawing attention to their naked ink.