The way you dress was much to impress my wandering soul which now had found a role to pursue you till you push me off a hill and I roll down with a frown on my face - what a mess! The way you speak instils a creak in the chambers of my heart which… Continue reading Jack and Jill Reloaded, Huh?
To have you settled in poetry and think of it as an effort well made would be to peel out layer-by-layer the words you ever said. Your departure (not that you had arrived) from my life saw the pole-star blown out like an exhausted candle-flame, devoid of air - trapped in a jar. A rhyme… Continue reading You Killed The Pole Star
I'd make a fine stone in the Duck and Drake game - skimming through the surface with the bare necessary contact, to sink when slowed down; you had seen me slowing down and sink with a faint splash, the moment you said it was better that we meet in letters, best we do not meet… Continue reading There is no Honey for the Tea served in these Crowded Cafes
Autumn winds blow the trees wither, shed their leaves like my tears for you *** The birds chirp at night reminds me of the sound of your jingling earrings *** Intoxication in your love is far more than pegs of rum poured neat *** The mosquitoes bite me in the night as I sit waiting… Continue reading Haiku(s) for Autumn
The road was filled with bustling traffic. In the state of half-drunkenness, moving was a laborious task, and yet he moved, much against his will. The stoned footpath trampled with busy footsteps, had always been like this, ever since it was made. It was the constant movement of the footsteps of the pedestrians that must… Continue reading Fairy Lights In Decorated Places: Part II
I like those five or nine alphabets that make your name. Had you lived in the time of Shah Jahan, he would have made the Taj Mahal in the memory of his wife, but would have inscribed on the Makrana marble in Persian those five or nine alphabets of your name. I say again: had you lived… Continue reading The Five Or Nine Alphabets That Make Your Name
The first time he had got to know her was in one of the farewell parties she had hosted. He did not want to be there in the first place - lots of privileged teenagers was what he had expected, and in which he was to find no suitable place for himself. But he was… Continue reading Fairy Lights In Decorated Places: Part I