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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"