अल्फ़ाज़-ए-इ‌ख़्लास (Words of Affection)

हर्फ़ आश्णा तू! नर्म फ़ाख़्ता मैं!  जज़्बातों की सरहदें तेरी पलकों की कश्मकश में गुम हो जातीं हर दफ़ा। तेरी आवाज़ में मदहोश, सुलगते अल्फ़ाज़ मेरे ज़ुबां से भी हो जाते खफ़ा। नम लबों से तेरे हसरत है, निचोड़ लूं जो मिले- इश्क़ हो या धुआं-धुआं। लुत्फ़-ए-ख़लिश जब तू मांगे मुझसे गुल-ब-गुल मार दूं तुझे…

Saudade

You’re miles away and I want to portray that I’m finding my way alright through the day but I do go astray and begin to sway to the rhythm of over- -powering waves of longing, stretching like the limbs of a ballerina blinded by the beauty in the inevitable tragedy of  her lover’s melody. There…

Why I Write

I write because, unlike people, blank screens and papers do not get hurt when the pain spills out.

Chalk on Canvas and Stars in Daylight 

the sky is so clouded tonight, it looks like a blackboard with wishes once scribbled in chalk but now smudged away by a foul smelling rag; nothing left but chalk particles here and there which shine now, shine now like stars in the dark making a constellation  of wishes now smudged away, smudged away by…

Yearning For Breathlessness

When  the heart stops  melting  into tearful rivers  to help me  find solace  lying  on their riverbed,  the mind  starts digging pools so I can submerge  temporarirly  in that haimish inundation  once again.

“Why Poetry?” he asked. I said…

when it’s all too much to be expressed in simple sentences when you’re done with people and their pretenses when between proclaiming and hiding love you are torn when you doubt whispered promises- a hundred times sworn when the rose is not enough for lovers forlorn when heartbreak grows larger than the prick of a…

Kaput

Strewn I was Like worn out leaves- Death made them Lose their colour. All that was left Was the brown dolor, Rustling sound And emptiness all around.   Then came you Gently, like dandelions Sifting through My leaves and on them millions Of tears like mildew. You Gathered the blades together, From the milieu Picked…

An Unanticipated Return

I think I forgot but it all comes back The memories come back- Your words Our messages Your jokes Our songs Your socks Our places Your smile Our glances Along with them, come back- My letters Unsent My confessions Unspoken My pleas Unheard My love Unrequited Everything comes back like iridescent blobs when I close…

An Escape (Part 3)

Read : An Escape (Part 1) Read : An Escape (Part 2) (3) Daddy, I want to see mother. Can you allow us to meet? Or is she busy washing, Cooking and pressing your feet? I miss how she’d sit me in her lap Speak words and urge me to repeat. I never made a sound, yet…