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.