To You...

Fill my silences with poetry
Say my name
Call for me.

Like that solitary moon
Smoldering through the inky nights
I hold the promise of you
In the void of my closed eyes.
Wrap your fate-line around my destiny
Hold my hands
Call for me...

Questions-I

Most of the times it’s ‘why not me?’

If the sky can accommodate so many stars.

And at times I am tempted to ask ‘why me?’

Life, do you always teach lessons so hard?

A Vaccuum Called Home

I have a home I lost
It still exists like it was
But I didn’t know when I moved on
I would also move beyond.

Do you remember that stupid definition
Of 'Vaccuum’, the schools had taught?
I learnt, it’s having nowhere to go
When you are broken and all distraught.

And may be
Vaccuum is not, not having a shoulder
When you need to hold on.
It’s watching some idiotic flick
And not having someone to say to
‘What the hell is going on?’

Tell you what,
You never miss home
Until you know it’s no longer there.
You waltz the world in your suitcases
To flop back on your favorouite chair.

A Poem of Fury

Someone snatched
and tore apart my poetry
Filled it with images
of a blood-stained VT.
It’s a strange numbness
They make me suffer.
It’s the gunned down Leopolds
My pen can’t get over.

Of the ones I want to kill
I have no names
It’s everyone who cheered, failed or took advantage
When they set my Taj on flames.