Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

the last poem

every night,i make myself a promise,
that this is the last poem i am writing for her,
and every night,
i break my promise.and write,
another last poem,
failed monument to postriety,
which she will never read…..
why do i write these last poems,
which never really are the last?
or is THIS the last poem?
i do not know,
but i wonder..
why does poetry arise?
and [...]

another sad poem

i will write another sad poem-
tonight,i will again think of her,
prometheus’ curse placed upon my heart,
she(i?) eats it out everynight,
only to grow back in the day..
another cycle-a blessing?
because,tonight,i will remember again,
those hours of bright sunshine,
intensified yet,by her bright smile,
will remember again,that laugh,
the way the wind played with those hair,
and tonight,i will write another sad poem.
because,tonight,i [...]

idle musings

time was sand,
and it slipped through my fingers,
and as quickly the night slips away..
as lost in time i float along,
on waves of negative certainty,
waiting for you,
certain that you will not come,
sometimes i remember,
other times i remember even more…
what was the myth of hope that i propagated,
a desire of like atlantis,
and why do we dream…
i wonder [...]

why?

what does it matter,
that you are not here,
and it is raining and i am all alone?
why does it bother me that i lost you,
when i had never won you?
after so many months and years of dreaming of you at nights,
what does it matter that sleep should not arrive?
why should i care that your face no [...]

neutral spaces

Tonight is a new night,
And you and I are strangers again,
Lets get used to this feeling…
Lets start talking again,
In neutral spaces,
A verbal no-man’s-land,
Lets put our feelings there, safely out of the way..
Let them not bother us again,
For we are finally free,
Of each other, and of our own selves…
Lets now move on..
From fire,
onto the next cold [...]

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