Wednesday, December 7, 2011

कुछ इस कदर
उसकी नजर
मेरे दिल को
घायल कर दी
मरने के बाद भी
हर रात को
मेरी चिता
दर्द से चिल्लाती  है

Sunday, November 27, 2011


I was walking with my friends
talking love, life and death
She called me over phone
i heard her catching her breath

look, look at the moon
the moon's color is red
the eclipse will start soon
and thats what she said

I asked my friends
to get lost somewhere
with the phone in hand
her presence was so near

Walking in the beach
looking at the moon
talking heart to heart
the moment was a boon

Thursday, November 24, 2011


Call it her phantom, visage or dream
that escapes the confines of my mind
running amok in the real world
braking everything that she could find
guitar, piano, table, chair, plates
she even brings smiles to the grind
Is it my late night wine to be blamed
or is something wrong with my mind?

Sunday, November 20, 2011

On the other side of the mirror

I look at her through  a mirror
I see a whole new world
I bring her roses every day
to put in the image of her hair
i bring the light of the stars and the moon
to bathe her image in love and purity.
She stands on the other side of the mirror
She sees nothing but the dark shadow
of an immovable object

Thursday, November 17, 2011

To the girl in green

Eating alone on an empty table
cabbage, rice and chicken pieces
my prancing eyes running races
catches a glimpse of the girl in green
from a million dissolving faces.

Monday, November 14, 2011

How hope is born

You tied my hands and my legs
my mouth and my eyes and
threw me into water
The only thing I can do
now is think of you

Thursday, November 10, 2011

what is love

What is love but a full-stop
at the beginning of a sentence
and few words scattered
loosely here and there.

Love is not a fiction.
No madam. Nor its the specter
sitting lightly on my bed
disturbing my sleep every night.