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"