Love and Religion

Dead you

Am not writing a classic.
And I know you are chopped off
and dead; Long time back.
Like a dead tree.
But I still talk
and you still respond.
Are you abnormal?
Or is it me?
Is another question,
We'll deal else where

But today, I seek one answer.
Whenever  I close my eyes,
Why does her face pop up
Like a lover or whatever.

माँ

जब भी राशन आता था घर पर

याद है कैसे तुम काजू १०० ग्राम कह कर

१२० ग्राम मंगाया करती थी

और २० ग्राम

चुपके से

मेरे हाथों  में

थमा दिया करती थी

आजतक

मुझे वो २० ग्राम काजू से

लज़ीज़ काजू नहीं मिले

      

Salty & Dirty Sea Water

Long long ago,
So long ago,
Nobody knows
How long ago.

I read it somewhere.

Fresh cool breeze
From the sea
Enters
My room early morning.
I'm sleeping.
It touches my cheeks,
Strokes my hair,
And seductively whispers
In my ears
The sweet nothings.

I smile and wake up
From the slumbers.
To see you.

I Find nothing,
But thin air.

See! She came

No no, it's not you
It's definitely not you.

You're not getting it madam.
It's not you that I'm looking for.

No, it's not rum either.
It's not jacuzzi nor is it beaches

What do i want? What?
Don't you understand or what?
Can't you see I've been looking for her?
Can't you?

Who sent you here?
And why are you wearing those funny white turban?

What "not there any more"? Crap!!
She is right there.

Are you blind or what?
Or out of your mind?
There she is!!
See! She came.
Stupid you, you need to see a psychiatrist.

Ghosts

Who says there are no ghosts
I've seen them
That too of men
Who are still alive
and kicking.


And I saw them all.

In canteen, in mess, in classes
In playgrounds, gardens and streets.

Each face I saw
Were ghosts of my classmates

Visited my Alma mater.

Strange and creepy
Happy and Sad
Confusion and Nostalgia.