Ordinary Lies

In Love

Sometimes

Trivial mistakes

Ordinary lies

Are deliberate attempts

To be loved more

So

When she asked

Don't you know how much I love you?

I plainly said

No.

The Literature of Love

Loving you is like

Reading novels by the sea

Hating you is like

Teaching the same in classes.

Together -

Our Love is a page-turner.

Poiesis

I imagine

That in the restful hours of boring

Rainy Srinagar Sundays

You think of me

Miss me terribly

Weep and cry my name out loud in despair

or

This is just another poem

I've been thinking about.