That Innocent Space

I loved her
Since the time
She used to believe
That ants are born out of sugar
Till the time she became aware
It isn't so.

Love
I believe
Is in that innocent space.

Udaasi

There are days
When love doesn't come
As close to me
As your memory.

Which hurts
A lot.

Happiness is so overrated
My love.

I believe
Misery is what holds us together.

Of Earrings and Earlobes

Let me tell you something
Before it is too late.

Remember those earrings that
You had once thought to be missing
Yes the ones
Which you didn't like
But were still looking for.

No
I haven't stolen them.

They came to me
One rainy evening
With a sad face
And said
She loves your ear lobes more
And sat by the table.

Somehow
No offence
I love them
More than your ear lobes now.

Homage

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.

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

Smiles

And asks

“Are you OK Mubashir?”

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.

Bibliosmia

"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"

Love Letter

Aren't poems

Actually love letters

Addressed to no one in particular

Yet specifically to you?

Then

Why don't you reply

My love?

You and Poetry

Do come early today

My love!

We need to discuss

And fail 

While attempting to chart:

The countless similarities

Between you and poetry.

Dear Diary

"Mubashir"

She tells me

"You are my personal diary.

The most precious one"

The crafted words on the

Pages of my body

Blush with love.

I'm an unpublished bestseller.

Ode to the First Meeting

Of all the photos 

I have of you

My love

I like the one more

That's shaky

And you all blurry.

It reminds me of our

First meeting

You remember? -

That love not at first sight epic.

Nauseatingly Yours

Since the ship of your body 

Stocked with cargo of love

Crashed into the melancholic harbors

Of my disbelief

I suspect

My heart has been seasick 

And

I am nauseatingly anchored to you 

forever and ever.

Open 24 Hours

I don't know about others

But

In the midst of bleak hatred

Our love glitters like

A cheap neon billboard

blinking kisses.

We own a passionate property

Do visit!

...in Love and War

“Being a witness to an endless violence”

Said She

“How come you can still love me so much?”

“The trick my love”

I said

“Is to know
There’s no difference.”

Birthday Poem

Because words,

Not you and me,

Are the real lovers

In our story.

Therefore

How are you?

Always means

I love you!

Rupture

Since the breaking

Of a

Poem

Into stanzas

Can never ever be equal

To the breaking of a heart

In pieces

Hence

Nothing about it

Will ever be written.

- Everything endured.

Darya Prem Ka

The boat of my body

Has capsized in the

Sea of your love.

So next time 

You ask:

How are you Mubashir?

Don't forget 

To count the ripples!

Atonement

We don't love

In order to teach. 

Mind it!

We love

So as to rinse

The sins of our ancestors.

Hence

When she said

"I love you Mubashir"

I replied

"Since when?"

Notified

She left me a note:

Mubashir

Today I understand 

That poem of yours

Which you had written

On the last page of dreams

With my leftover henna

Why isn't it about love?

Goosebumps

Her one touch

And my whole 

Body writes a detailed history

Of goosebumps in less than a second.

In the land of my skin

Love is a coarse journey.

Beloved Curriculum

Your laughter is an Introduction

To countless novels 

Of my selfless heart.

In the syllabi of my vast love

You are an essential reading.

Unrequited Love

Because falling madly in love

Is such a cliche

Let's together perform

The best unrequited love ever.

Come!

Let's passionately touch 
And forget each other
Forever.

Ersatz

Had I been

A word

My Love?

I would have been

Your name.

Nothing else.

Isn't

And whenever

I think about it

It makes me smile

Isn't waiting for you

Waiting for myself as well?

Imperfectly Yours

For when we touch

We imperfect each other.

In love

Perfection is an anomaly.

Wages of Love

Who says Poetry doesn't pay well?

I've been living blissfully

From my-hand-to-her-mouth.