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Wednesday, 22 February 2017

Lessons in Anatomy

In this world
Of stomachs and intestines
I believe has
More duties to perform than just beat.

It seems
At the end
Is nothing but the battle of organs.

Saturday, 18 February 2017

For Mansoor Baya

How strange and uncanny it is
To come to terms
With the fact
That from now on
You would never come to our house.
Even though
They'll continue telecasting
Cricket on the TV next room.

One day
If you feel like coming
Don't forget to comment:
We changed the position of the sofa
The way you wanted.

Monday, 13 February 2017

Sitting Cross-legged

Old age makes a
Sloth out of you.

Whenever my grandmother sits
It takes her legs
(which she thinks
Do not at all belong to her now)
at least
Half an hour to
Come back to their usual position.

Not a good sight to experience.

It however made me
Think about poetry in general.
The style in which I write about you
And the way the poem comes out.

For example
If I make this poem sit cross-legged
By making it think about our intermittent tiffs
It would take the poor soul
Enough time for it to come back to
What those tiffs were originally intended for:
To display to the world the side effects of love.

Friday, 10 February 2017

For Greta Gerwig

One day
If I meet her
I'll tell her
Live life a little
Don't always act.
It disturbs
The equilibrium of my heart."

In return
She would say
Live life a little
Don't always watch stuff."

Together we'll giggle
As the California sun would go down.

Wednesday, 8 February 2017


One day I'll
Assemble all
Your oddly shaped emotions
Interlock them with my moods
But never ever complete you.

One day
My love
Ill buy you as a jigsaw puzzle.

Tuesday, 7 February 2017


Of all the contemporary loves
That stand between us
The only one giving us tough time
Is as ancient as the feeling itself.

Our love only has God as competitor.

So buckle up baby
We are here to lose each other.
Let's lose each other in love.

Friday, 3 February 2017


Our balcony
Is nothing like any other balcony
It's not posh
It has no expensive railings.
No fresh flowers bloom at the corners.
No swings either.
No chairs no center table.
None at all.

It lacks everything a balcony should've.

It however is full of pigeon shit and love.

Thursday, 2 February 2017

Bluetooth Love

You may find it funny
But the other day
Even a puny bluetooth speaker
Reminded me of you.

You get the idea na?

Source there
Sound here.

That love!!