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Sunday, 18 December 2016

That Innocent Space

I loved her
Since the time
She used to believe
That ants are born out of sugar
Till the time she became aware
It isn't so.

I believe
Is in that innocent space.

Tuesday, 13 December 2016


There are days
When love doesn't come
As close to me
As your memory.

Which hurts
A lot.

Happiness is so overrated
My love.

I believe
Misery is what holds us together.

Saturday, 10 December 2016

Of Earrings and Earlobes

Let me tell you something
Before it is too late.

Remember those earrings that
You had once thought to be missing
Yes the ones
Which you didn't like
But were still looking for.

I haven't stolen them.

They came to me
One rainy evening
With a sad face
And said
She loves your ear lobes more
And sat by the table.

No offence
I love them
More than your ear lobes now.

Friday, 25 November 2016


Of all the pilgrims
Who visit
And pay obeisance to your body
My love
Whole night and day
I like that innocent pimple the most
Which stays
By your eyebrow
Chanting absolutely nothing in reverence.

Wednesday, 9 November 2016

Amorous Terrorism

In love
Most concepts are so out of place.

So when they
Out of intellectual curiosity asked me
What terrorism means

I said
Terrorism is
 When she appears
Out of nowhere
Casually adjusts her flick behind her ear
And asks

“Are you OK Mubashir?”

Monday, 7 November 2016

Axiom of Love

This should however
Be remembered.

The utter simplicity
Of my poems
Is directly proportional
To the sheer complexity
Of her beauty.

I write what I comprehend not.

Friday, 4 November 2016


"I'm sad Mubashir"
She said
"Tell me something interesting.
Make me feel important"

"My love"
I said
"You always smell like books
And that too
My favorite ones"

Thursday, 27 October 2016

Love Letter

Aren't poems
Actually love letters
Addressed to no one in particular
Yet specifically to you?

Why don't you reply
My love?

Tuesday, 18 October 2016

You and Poetry

Do come early today
My love!

We need to discuss
And fail 
While attempting to chart:

The countless similarities
Between you and poetry.

Thursday, 13 October 2016

Dear Diary

She tells me
"You are my personal diary.
The most precious one"

The crafted words on the
Pages of my body
Blush with love.

I'm an unpublished bestseller.

Monday, 10 October 2016

Ode to the First Meeting

Of all the photos 
I have of you
My love
I like the one more
That's shaky
And you all blurry.

It reminds me of our
First meeting
You remember? -
That love not at first sight epic.

Sunday, 2 October 2016

Nauseatingly Yours

Since the ship of your body 
Stocked with cargo of love
Crashed into the melancholic harbors
Of my disbelief
I suspect
My heart has been seasick 
I am nauseatingly anchored to you 
forever and ever.

Friday, 29 July 2016

Open 24 Hours

I don't know about others
In the midst of bleak hatred
Our love glitters like
A cheap neon billboard
blinking kisses.

We own a passionate property
Do visit!

Sunday, 26 June 2016 Love and War

“Being a witness to an endless violence”
Said She
“How come you can still love me so much?”

“The trick my love”
I said
“Is to know
There’s no difference.”

Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Birthday Poem

Because words,
Not you and me,
Are the real lovers
In our story.

How are you?
Always means
I love you!

Thursday, 5 May 2016


Since the breaking
Of a

Into stanzas

Can never ever be equal
To the breaking of a heart

In pieces

Nothing about it
Will ever be written.

- Everything endured.

Thursday, 21 April 2016

Darya Prem Ka

The boat of my body
Has capsized in the
Sea of your love.

So next time 
You ask:
How are you Mubashir?

Don't forget 
To count the ripples!

Sunday, 27 March 2016


We don't love
In order to teach. 
Mind it!

We love
So as to rinse
The sins of our ancestors.

When she said
"I love you Mubashir"

I replied
"Since when?"

Wednesday, 23 March 2016


She left me a note:
Today I understand 
That poem of yours
Which you had written
On the last page of dreams
With my leftover henna

Why isn't it about love?

Friday, 11 March 2016


Her one touch
And my whole 
Body writes a detailed history
Of goosebumps in less than a second.

In the land of my skin
Love is a coarse journey.

Saturday, 5 March 2016

Beloved Curriculum

Your laughter is an Introduction
To countless novels 
Of my selfless heart.

In the syllabi of my vast love
You are an essential reading.

Friday, 26 February 2016

Unrequited Love

Because falling madly in love
Is such a cliche
Let's together perform
The best unrequited love ever.

Let's passionately touch 
And forget each other

Thursday, 18 February 2016


Had I been
A word
My Love?

I would have been
Your name.

Nothing else.

Saturday, 13 February 2016


And whenever
I think about it
It makes me smile

Isn't waiting for you
Waiting for myself as well?

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Imperfectly Yours

For when we touch
We imperfect each other.

In love
Perfection is an anomaly.

Sunday, 17 January 2016

Wages of Love

Who says Poetry doesn't pay well?

I've been living blissfully
From my-hand-to-her-mouth.