I had left a stack of typed poems at her house (more than 150, to be precise), she said she'd burn them all if I did not return to her. My exit was smooth - I had left her sleeping, naked, her heart well-clothed with my warm touches, and the blanket covering her body halfway… Continue reading The Fate of Her Cigarettes, and Me
It is with you that the day begins, not with splashing the cold water on my face, or blowing out smoke rings from my parched lips devoid of your kisses. A sideway glance of your face dripping with boredom has me excited enough, or must I say: has me biting my nails, hunting for another… Continue reading What to do but muse on you?
Dear Marcy, When we had first tangled ourselves into an awkward kiss, for which a mild-dose of gin and tonic had acted as a catalyst, you had asked me with those eager eyes and chiseling breath: make me a poem, will you? I had disagreed, for: to have you constructed in poetry, was to deconstruct the… Continue reading For Marcy
It is now clear to me after two (or more?) years of nagging that we will never kiss in the rain - oh much pain it is to realise that you do not like the monsoon at all, and soon (a year from now?) you will be away; in a sway of emotions will I… Continue reading Give a gram, or take a pound
When you look at me through those dimly lit corridors in the faint glory of the sunlight in the early hours of the morning - eight o' clock to be precise, I fly down the flight of stairs, cross the road, and to calm my anxiety, I get myself a cigarette - a king size,… Continue reading You are, But an Anxiety Brewer
दुनिया से मैंने अपनी नज़रें चुराई तो वो तुम पर आ पड़ीं। और तुम इठलाते हुए, बलखाते हुए, इतराते हुए, अपनी ज़ुल्फ़ों को लहराते हुए वहां पर आई, और मुझे ऐसा लगा कि किसीने छेनी और हथौड़े से मेरे दिल में तुम्हारा चेहरा तराश दिया हो। अब तो बस ये मेरा दिल है जो तुम्हारा… Continue reading तुम्हारी नज़रें मुझ पर पहरा डालतीं हैं
When you part your hair sideways with a gallant swing of your arms - enough to knock down a knight at guard - your golden earrings jingle and twinkle in the dimly-lit room. The floral patterns on your dress make a perfect garden for our love to bloom. Oh, trust me on this, sweet one:… Continue reading The Art of Wearing Earrings and Fondling Them (Which You Master)