To Him

Somewhere there

I have told him

I shall no longer

seek his company

I shall not ever now

pick roses for him

sit looking at him

with longing-full eyes

write passionate verses

 for his hands

I will not touch

the cold domains of his heart

with my burning pain

Until next lifetime

it is a break up 

O mehboob-e-illahi !

Buddha & I

They came pouring
with labels 
accusatory looks

jibes

raised eyebrows

poison-tipped words

the Buddha 

in the beating lotus

awakens

smiles

holds me tight

repeats

-let it go.

I pity the anguish

I forgive their spite

The palm carrying a burning coal for me

must be burning inside

Shanti! 

Shanti!

Shanti!

I lean over 

to a smiling child

a cup of tea

and pray for the

fanged tribe.

the last time...

Do you remember the last time....

• you were a child and sat in a parent's lap
• you believed in superheroes and magic
• you hid a candy to have it later
• you looked in the mirror and cried
• you put a coin in a piggy bank
• you held a deceased parent's shriveled hand
• you put your tired head on a friend's shoulder
• you felt the warmth of a loved one next to you
• you saw someone smile and it melted your heart
• you saw a sunset and it didn't make you sad
• you read an obituary and said a prayer
• you saw a couple in love and smiled
• you brushed your fingertips on a baby's cheek
• you let a cup of tea get cold waiting for someone

the beauty and cruelty 
of every last time is
that you don't know it's the last

the last time !

It is & I am not

It is customary

to hide pain

say "I'm fine"

and smile again

It is polite

to keep a stoic face

when your world

is falling apart

around you

in vain

It is brave

to let it all go

to see what stays

and then have it all

go away

it is

it is

it is

I am not.

Gift

“First we feel. Then we fall.”

― James Joyce

in all cuts and fabrics

I wear only funeral blacks

in spite the pulse 

and the heart beat

there are moments 

of death, so vivid

that I fear

by this year end

my corpse will start rotting

the worms of your words

eating the core

of my heart

and then slowly

your oblivion

towards my pain

will stop hurting

time for new year gift!
dress me as a bride

and please buy me 

a lovely coffin

called love !

Of Ice and Men

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He rubbed her wrong

and you looked away

She body shamed her

and not a word to say

 the sexist jokes

and the street harassment

the discrimination

fear and embarrassment

you remained aloof

and closed your eyes

patriarchal men

as cold as ice.

This post is part of a #blogathon at BAR.