Woh Jo Log They

Woh Jo Log Dil se Utar Gaye

Woh He Dilbari Ki Misaal They

Woh Meri Yaad Ki 
Khad o Khal Se

Youn Raeza Raeza Bikhar Gaye

Jaise Dhund They 
Woh Khayaal They

Jaise Dhadkanoun Pe Sawaal They

Woh Jo Lamhe They
Jo Saal They

Tere Maujze They
Kamaal They

Meri Dasambaroun Ki 
Tum Woh Shawl They

Bunney Jis Pe 
Muhabbatoun K Khwaab They

Haan 
Us Mein Waqt K Kuch Padhaow They

Magar Dil Fareb They
Bemisaal They

Ye Tang Raat K Dayirey

Mujhe Phir Sataaney Aagaye

Tum Wohi Lafz 
In Pe Dam Karo

Jo Muhabbatoun Ki Ijaad They

Mujhe Padhtein Hain Sab 
Ab Is Tarah

Jiase Purana Koi
Mein Ishtihaar Hoon

Mein Tou Waaqif Tha Kabse
Meri Jaan

Ki Faqat Tum He Mera Ik Raaz they….
Ki Faqat Tum He Mera Ik Raaz they….

Political Example of Love

If

For example

My words are Kashmiris

And therefore 

My poems Kashmir itself.

Then you

My love

Represent a typical Indian State.

Trying everything on your part

To change meanings

And Occupy spaces
Within my poems.

Controversy

Since its very inception

She is the Editor-in-chief

Of

The Times of Love

And

I am its controversial columnist

Recently fired

For writing

A moving piece

On

The Politics of Possibilities in her Love.

An Appetite for Love (II)

Lately

I have developed

An Appetite for Love.

In Love

I want to eat the dense clouds

Morsel by morsel

And rain heavily on you.

In Love

I want to be

The shortest epic poem

Written only for you.

In Love

I want to count the blinking of your eyes

The movement of your lips

And multiply them with my kisses.

In Love

I want you to taste

Less like blood

More like a bullet.

In Love

I want to

Declare all Kashmiris

Children of Sisyphus.

In Love

I want to be an ethnographer

And scientifically study

Your culture of expressions.

In Love

I want you to shoot me

With your lips

And exonerate life from me.

In love

I want to read Derrida

As the last love poet.

In love

I want to call

All our private conversations

The missing pages of Waris Shah’s Heer.  

In love

I want to collect

All your clipped nails

As a souvenir of my excess longing.

In love

I want to publish all my poems

Through your lips

As one long condolence.

In love

I want to pretend

That you have memorized

All my poems by heart.

Click on the link to read An Appetite for Love (I)

Longing

You never came

My Love

You never ever came.

I waited so long

In the alphabets of your name.

How credible is your Love?

"How credible is your Love?"

She asks

"Your casual face expression"

I answer

"commits a murder.

I die without a trace left.

My love is more credible than your question"