My Next Poem

"Mubashir"

She said

"My love

Cut this poem short

And

Write me differently

In your next poem"

A One Day Affair

One day

I’m sure

We will meet

Beyond the horizons of grief

And

We will sell our tears cheap

To the skin of desert.

Our Eyes

With just a casual glance -

Don’t ask how

Will scratch the whole universe

Into a pair of rosebuds.

And that day

My love

So as not to get seduced with these tricks

We will discuss

A bit more

About the strategies to tame life.

For

Who knows

If that one day

Turns out to be

Just

A one day affair.

Welcome to Poem Nagar

Though

Life has turned 

Into a bridge to Mehjoor Nagar

The road to Elahi Bagh

Messy/dilapidated

But

Dreams come

Like Rajbagh

Like Hyderpora

Fresh/posh

Though

Memories have turned Wular

Dry/forgotten

But 

Often

The Dal of your smiles

Wipes the Boulevard of tears

Hopeful/beautiful

My Love

A Lal Chowk of desires

Stands between us

Come 

Lets create

A Pari Mahal out of it

Serene/calm

Life is a 90 feet tragedy

And

I'm the lone Fly over of your state.

Pain

“Pain”

They pronounce

“Has a meaning”

The question

Which moots

However

Is:

How much meaning can one endure???

Another Body/Another Land

That Night

He came brimming as a Conspiracy.

Started loving me fanatically

Like a Dictator

In a state of emergency.

Obsessed with Power

He overthrew my body.

Observed my every move

As if devising a new plot.

He policed me keenly

Like a seditious statement.

His lips

That night

Resembled the Media

Loaded to seduce

With catchy phrases.

His rough skin

Scratched strange Maps

Altering the entire landscape in me.

He edited all my words out

Removed them altogether

With his diplomatic kisses.

He inserted all his madness

Revolution, Rage in me.

I shuddered:

An uninterrupted earthquake.

My Body

A profiteering Factory.

My Hair

An opaque smoke.

My Chest

A Nuclear Plant

In its nascent state.

By the End of the night

When the Wind blew like News

I could sense

His whole Army in my mind

Shooting Pain.

He was Satisfied

He declared.

And why should he not be?

He had dramatically conquered

Another Body/Another Land.

Nothingnesses

Of all the Nothingnesses

That come my way

And invade me

With a barrage of Emotions

Too difficult to express.

My Love -

Which one should I name after you?

Poem Postponed

In view of

The major crisis

Around the

Delicate regions of Heart

Following the disappearance of Love

The Poem

Scheduled for today

Entitled

You are the Skin I wear

Has been postponed

Until

Beloved’s safe return.

Inconvenience is

Poetically regretted.