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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.