Wednesday, March 26, 2014

one second stand

She was his recurring Jacob’s ladder
From where he would often slip and fall. 
He was her favored Abou Ben Adhem 
Who topped the list amongst all.  
At every single tryst, 
No matter how much he did resist; 
She, would tease, possess, 
Shake him all up. 
Let him assume he skipped a heartbeat; 
And exit like they just broke up.
He, without any remorse 
but teary eyed
would bid goodbye.
Knowing that this tête-à-tête
will surely repeat some other time; 
In point of fact, 
this was a brief yet unending affair;
Between the nose and the sneeze.

Monday, February 03, 2014


And then comes a moment 
when they find flaws in their idol.
Their faith turns as frail
as the gossamer strands in the alter.
The holy shrine reveals itself
as a whitewashed tomb.
And they come to terms 
that it ought to be flawed.
For it's man made.
To be precise,
an idol they made.

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Connotation Concoction

Flare’s split-second flicker/

Morning dew’s eye-piercing glimmer/

Ant bite’s momentary sore/

Vaccine needle’s brief puncture/

In other words, her anger.

Monday, January 13, 2014

hole in your wall

And you thought;
you’ve raised your wall high.
Your life is yours
while you rest in its shade.
Chump, you are
and you’ll continue to be.
Till you leave those windows,
wide open to the street.
And the crannies in the wall;
unattended and unsealed.    
Don’t you know
of the voyeurs?
And those minuscule clefts
through which their gluey drool seeps.  
Ignorant soul, it’s not just you, anymore
who takes pleasure in your narcissistic strokes.
Selfie, which now, is a new addition to your vocab.,
Always, gave a keyhole-view of your enclosure.

Throwing an open invite
to those Orwellian ghouls.

Relocate if you may;
Give up on that Troy citizenship.

Be no more so naïve
to those requests and likes.
A hole in the wall is all it takes
To get-off for Uncle Sam,
And those creep around, Norman Bates’.

Tuesday, September 03, 2013


Screw words;
At times, they fail me miserably.
But she, with just her presence,
Writes poems to me effortlessly.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Iris Eclipse

Imagine you lift up your gaze
And you witness a solar eclipse.
With absolutely nothing between
the cassocked sun and your naked eyes.


Now, try freezing that moment
For eternity.
The second before that diamond ring.
That shot in the dark
Before the blinding spark.
Now multiply that into two.
Both staring back at you.
Into your soul.
Take a step back now
And draw two lines,
A line above, a line below.
Twin horizons, in kohl.
Now that's what I'm talking about.
Would you lift your gaze off
Those eyes in the sky?
Would you let go off that sight
if you were to lose your eyes.
If that very next instant
The diamond rings emerge.
Well, I wouldn't.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

3 Shades to Freedom

And the countdown began;
With just 60 seconds left, under the curt sun.
She ran, bare feet, on hot tarmac:
Striped in black and white.

From one window to another.
She knocked, she pleaded, she begged.
She waved the flags in tri-colour,
And held them high; minus the pride.

She took a break from her fight for freedom.
Back then, what they fought for was something different.
Right now, she strived to end the hunger invasion.
By selling each flag for only Rs.10/-