Tuesday, July 24, 2018

bloody grooves

he walked into the room
his eyes fell upon her
how does she always do this
he thought with some wonder

how DOES she whip up
such an un-holy mess
food wrappers laundry
utter slovenli-ness

she looked at him looking
and her eyes got lit
look at him sneering
that supercilious git

oh but they were in love
the rest of us say
how did this happen
n does it end this way?

how did sweet n sticky nothings
become cacophonous
who should we blame
who bears the onus?

well it's not THEIR fault
they started just fine
the very concept of cohabitation
is flawed by design

two people living
at such close quarters
the legendary loonies
fishing in troubled waters

it starts with the groceries
carries on with plumbing
and this house of cards
dun take too long a-tumbling

you say this he that
he that you this again
before long you act on instinct
drawing guns on count of ten

weary paths emerge
crissing n crossing deep
the garden is a cemetery
look, look, and weep

So all is lost is it
all love replaced by sorrow
i don't honestly know
ask me on the morrow

tomorrow always brings
promise on its wings
of impossible happinesses
and such delusional things

Sunday, July 15, 2018

My feminism

My feminism is not a stop
It is a work in progress
It's a song half complete
Whose lyrics compound like interest does

And if you look deep
Into the nooks & crannies of my life
You'll find patches of unfeminism
Residual, layered, like limestone

I am learning
I am unlearning
It's a daily job
Not an easy one

So be kind dear sisters
When you notice my many flaws
If I were perfect
What would I have to live for?

Saturday, July 14, 2018

My treasure

I have some treasure
As I walk around with it
I look around in guilt
Because only I have it

But it spreads riches
At whoever looks its way
And I see people look at us
With happy glances

I cannot be entirely happy
With this scheme of things
I haven't done anything to
Particularly deserve my treasure

Friday, July 13, 2018

The written word

लिखे हुए दो बोल वह बोल जाते हैं
जिसके लिए ज़ुबान कम पढ़ जाती है
काग़ज़ और कलम का रिश्ता उंगलियों से नहीं
वह राह तो मेरे मन से होकर आती है

Monday, July 09, 2018

Itne dinon baad

इतने दिनों बाद मिले
और ऐसे हैं हालात
की दूर दूर तक्क
कोई और नज़र नहीं आता

ज़माने बीत गए
तुमसे बातें किये
तुम तो वही हो
हमारा पता नहीं

बदले तो हम ज़रूर
तभी तो वापस आए
यह कहना तो गलत हुआ
की बदलना ही बुरा है

खैर अब जब हम आए हैं
मेरे साथ साथ ही रहना
अपना हर जज़्बात सुनाना
हर एक बात बताना

Sunday, July 08, 2018


कहानियों में पता होता है
जब कोई कुछ आखरी बार करता है
दिक्कत तो तब होती है
जब ज़िन्दगी से भी यही उम्मीद हो

Saturday, July 07, 2018

i think i should write again

i think i should write again
if only to tell myself i still can
reverse that thing i said last year
no time now no time now
i think i should write again
to make sense of it all
a deep look at this person i am now
what do they call it - a mother?
i think i should write again
because today i read something
that made me feel some beauty
and i want to give back
i think i should write again
because i'm only half without it
and as we all know (or perhaps we don't)
half is nothing really