Wish

I hope each call on my mobile
is from your phone
Why i need a phone?
if it does not receive your call.
Let it remain in dustbin.

I hope you would visit my blog
once in a while
What's the worth to write?
When you don’t read them
Let the blog be destroyed.

I wish to be kissed
My lips wish to be caressed
by your soft tongue
What’s the worth of a kiss?
If it’s not given by you
Let my lips be pierced.

I wish to be enflamed in your love
My body quivering for your touch
What’s the worth of my body?
If it doesn’t arouse a fire
Let it be burned in Kerosene!

Hate & Love

I hate the way you look
I hate the way you talk
I hate the way you dance

I hate your eyes
Your lips, your hands
Your body, your hair, your odor

I hate your poetry
Your gestures, your myriad explanations
Your way of life
Then
Why do you still cling on to me?
“Just replace hate with love”

Death Certificate

"When do you want your
death certificate ?"
asked my love in a cafe
When we were sipping rose wine

"In 3 months, 6 months or two years"
"You have the option to even redeem it now"
"If you are mature enough”
"Don’t think i am rash, just helping you though"

I dont remember the date when i died
or when my soul lifted far and merged with nature
or when my body started to decay

But sitting in that cafe
I knew i was long dead.

"what should i write in your
death certificate ?"
asked the doctor looking at
stiff body lying on hospital table

"You have brain haemorrhage
cuts in the wrists, heart stroke
your windpipe broken"
"What should i write the cause of
death ?"

Even i don’t remember how i did
all that at same moment or
whether they were done at different points
of time ?
or may be i have died many times.

Let the reason be unknown


"How should i bathe you
for one more time ?"
asked my mother
before the coffin
was to be closed.

"You arrived too soon"
"and you are travelling far"
"where your voice would never reach me"
"i have Dettol and sponge "
"You would not miss your train"

Let me fight with you to hide
my tears before i leave
this time though my words
Won’t hurt you


"What should i write?"
asked my poet friend
"On your last epitaph"

"A friend, comrade, humanist
Rebel, lover”
No my friend said I
“A hypocrite, an opportunist
A bourgeoisie, a Casanova and infidel"


Let me remain an unburied Ghost.