Cheating Love

It turns

almost everyone

Into a plagiarist.

I too am a plagiarist in love.

“I Love You”

“I Love You too” 

Suicide Note

What’ll happen that day?

I tremble.

I Fear.

The Day

When intentionally

On your study table

I leave

All my poems

All of them

Just beside your published paper.

I Fear.

What’ll happen that day?

And

What if you catch hold of them?

And actually start reading them

Page by page

 One by one

While I am away

Busy,

Collecting metaphors in Jhelum.

I Fear

What’ll happen that day?

My love.

You: An Erudite Academician

Me: A Poor Versifier.