Turn bed sheets into balls and traces the point from where the streetlight falls gently on his chest.
There were times, I have wished the strangest things.
That handsome boy in train,
all the love in his eyes I see,
his hands are but down in motion,
for his groin is infested with flea.
She thought of Love as exception-making
She made an exception
She loved someone who could not love
Treason, rape, murder and theft
And how many more, shall I make you count?
Tears could not have graced that smile
A map of 76 summers
On her face
The conversation that night I loved though I don’t remember
There was the talk the laugh and there was you
How many you say
Must there be my kind?
Some must be east facing, some west
Some under some and some on top.
Like the sunshine of the morning sky,
Let your love flow high and high,
The season is so warm and pretty,
Let the sunshine never die...
Fresh towels and fluffy pillows
Fresh smelling skin with a perfect blend on the taste buds
This rapist and that molester
This corrupt politician, that suppressive leader.
This world is filled with closets.
And someday, I will learn to live without a single one.
I close my eyes, remembering all those
tiny fleeting moments which
I have captured in my memory.
They are the ones I live with.
At the Lodhi crematorium,
as the fire took her - outside
it was still raining - our hugs then
Because baby, look at me, I'm so silly. I'm a fool, 'coz you're so pretty.
When I'm tired I don't rhyme,
I make grammar mistakes all the time.
And Mr.Khan was dancing there.
The way he delivered,
That glint in the eye,
That curling of the lip...
I know when you wake up and go to the loo
Stalk your Twitter and Facebook.
It must have been a gay mosquito.
You know that one with the showy hinds,
Stripped and patterned?
For when we played doctor,
All diseases big and small,
Cured by nudging and tugging on our privates
Ah! Simplicity of that time and age.