Sarcasm

Fry those bottled emotions

Warp it with words

Sauce it up with sarcasm

And with a sly smile,

Munch away, mundanely
Thoughts thus perfected 

Far from focus

In the dark delights

Of a shadow that was me

Pather Panchali

I ran across the fields

To the tune of the humdrum

For a glimpse of you

I stand in awe, as you go past

Without a second glance,

The black smoke remains

As memoirs of a shared presence

And the void that you grew

There's a sense of pain

of longing and displacement

In you, I seek the train

of my thoughts, and my dreams

That led me to you

Context: Pather Panchali' /Indian Railways

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And all that is left of the winter

Is the yellow parchment 

No words, a tune rather

Half done, as your smudged eyes

Blurred.

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No more pretensions

Your legs are the stems 

Of a yellow daffodil I once drew

My charred lips seek your scar

And consumed with lust

In you, I find the perfect desire

..

We met upon the drunken words

Only for the silence to drown us.

Now,in you I seek an escape,

An intoxication for my hollow passion

You

Trapped inside your letter-box

I am the half eaten moth 

That would blithely share the light

And you - my nicotine filled cigarette 

You take my breath away, everyday 

In secret, while our shadows play

Not for love, but a silent death-

My final lover who mocks me in whispers 

Not in contempt, but a painful reminder 

And yet, bluntly you call me an animal 

I nod sheepishly, in my stripped pajamas

Without you, only words fill up my paper cup

With you, silence shall serve the poison

Dandeli

In your eyes I saw

The depth of our shadows

Not grey,but colours

Jallianwala Bagh

And that's all that remains of us-

The bullets that bore no name

Stuck on the dilapidated walls

I wonder

Your presence might not stir me

As much as your absence does

Like some tucked in treasure

Perhaps it’s the fragrance of your hair

I wonder

If not love, what I am to you

But an inconvenient truth

A tacit one, one that pains

On a night drunk on love

And when this feeling ceases

Will you put my name to it

And pretend to forget?

Or will you fill my want

In this vortex of desire?

I wonder