Fight

We will fight you and me
Till our last breath
With sickle in hand
We wait for the bloody fascists 

The fight has begun
Anyone not even a kid
Is left alone
Artists, musicians,soldier's family
All turned into anti nationals
and turned into preys and silenced.

In this fight if by chance
I succumb to the blow of their knives
Thy be strong, pledge me thou
Will fight against these beasts
Till your  last breath.

Drive

Drive

Each week , i drive back
to moments we shared
in the restaurants and
streets of City

To inhale the pollutants
i needed the filter of love
To live in the lifeless city
i needed your tree of hope

In the jungle of concrete
you are the creeper i rested on
the bland food from canteen
was made spicy by your presence

To that City i drive again
To live in that concrete jungle
To inhale the poisonous gases
To eat those tastless food
Knowing you never live there

Valentine

I loiter through the streets of London
Piccadilly and Oxford ;;
The fashion streets of Paris
and the venetian shops in Italy

I bought all these items
seeing you in  a dream
as you dress infront of me
kisses we stole in
the trial rooms ,

in a table i lay it one by one
wishing you will love them all
but always you pick the smallest
the cheapest and the cutest
from the street vendors of Delhi

Today the ides of Feb ,
let thee come adorned
in costumes i  bought
and be my Valentine ..

Life n a Camera

As  pigeon's blood dripped
the floor mat into red
its feathers floated n air
dropping into the ground
like our long last love

A lone coconut in the sea shore
waves kissing the deep kernal
washed our foot prints on sand
robbing our moments of love

Your hands over the tree trunk
meeting my hairy chest
the dew on tea leaves
moistens your fingers
like when you feel my lips

Each time you rise up in swing
your legs touch the horizon
Smile spreads over grief smitten life
you know deep down
my hands , my body , my smell
swings your life for ever ..