Poetry

The clouds hang in the sunless sky like fluffy pink pillows.
The air is still between us. I smell you between the smells…

I’ll kiss the moonlight falling on your breasts this night.
I’ll wander through your hair in search of lost whispers…

The night hung between us
like a forgotten conversation…

The early morning sunlight
slips past my shadow…

Humne dekhe hai laakh khwaab
aapki nigaaho me
magar dekha nahin kabhi unme…

People, people, people,
listen, listen well to this song
passed on to me by our fathers…

She traced the continents
time had mapped on my forehead…

This inhuman need
for people washed away
by words and vanity…

My memory lost
consciousness as
a loudspeaker
recorded its last
lament…

Yesterday, I got drunk
On-
The staccato rumble of
God’s laughter…