Cataclysm

Despite everything -
The remote building had
expectations from the earthquake.
That it would 6 and not 9 her
That it would caress and not throw her off.

The earthquake
Likewise expected
That despite its instinct to shake
The building would stay strong.
Not crumble at its behest.

What happened after is a poem
by an unknown writer.

(The land, we are told,
along with its debris was
sold to a fucking capitalist.

With pristine zest
To welcome the foreigner,
Even after exhausting every engineering trick,
The new building still does shake).

Spatial Difference

She weeps
Like an old tap dripping
In an abandoned house.

She laughs
Like the thudding of stairs
In a festive house.

Life is the distance in between.

The Answer to Love

The answer to Love
is not love
in this age.

It probably is
A place where you find yourself
Thrown away
All alone
Almost depressed
Looking for answers.
Alone but still judged, condemned
By people to the very act of pouring love
In the first place.

The answer to love
in this age
is not love.
(Or it never was)

It probably is
Calculated hate.

Aesthetic Nativity

That was the day
My body capsized
Into the tumultuous sea of your love.

You ask me
How I remember?

That's the day
Poetry started swimming with words.

Life as a Darkroom

I hang your memories
On the string of emotions,
as if they are wet photographs.
Rescued from drowning
In the waters of oblivion.

In some,
You laugh like a mad person.
In some,
You weep like a mad person.
While as,
Some just hang there in your absence.

Singularity

On an average
It is said that
Humans take
Two hundred crore
Photos each day.

What astounds me is that
You are in one of them.
Only.

Only one.

Wages of the Fall

It was raining leaves
by the roadside and

All she could think of were
the exorbitant expenses
Of the coming winter.