this morning

All the things
I hoped would go away this morning.
The stuff I live with every day. What
I’ve trampled on in order to stay alive.
But for a minute or two I did forget
myself and everything else. I know I did.
For when I turned back i didn’t know
where I was. Until some birds rose up
from the gnarled trees. [...]

nothingness-2

things should be in their right place. a man in a white shirt and black trousers looks respectable. the same man in a black shirt and white trousers looks like a pimp. it is important.
we survive on paper thin veneers of respectability. its like varnish, when it is new and shiny, people can smell it, [...]

nothingness

Unspoken words we scatter on the wind become poetry.
Every poet wants to be heard. Most want to be heard by an audience of one. When they fail, they publish and get an
audience of many.
The objective of reading a book is not to finish it. Then it becomes a chore.
A book is a journey more important [...]

walls

Part-I
we keep thinking,
whether to talk,
behind the veil
of grey evenings
and dystopic nights,
sleepless in the dark,
small lies and insignificant truths…
i cannot stand
this silence
heavy with stiffness
hanging between us
like a faded portrait
sepia tones of fading brilliance
being lost in greyness
small lies i think
i will tell you,
fan the sparks again,
some colours,to retouch this life…
Part-II
there are no words,
anymore,
we are hiding behind walls,
tall [...]

sheema kalbasi

recently discovered the poetry of sheema kalbasi. trying to find out as many poems as i can now. she writes beautiful poetry. check one out here:
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/sheema_kalbasi/poems/23565
extract:
Time is eternity, my dignity
resides in yours and your
words are wonders that I count
as precious coins kept quietly
in the pockets of my tears

untitled

i think it is time,she said,to let me go,bury me,
sweep the memories away with the yellow leafs
blown in by the wind.
do you still believe in love,when you go out
in the night,on the roof,
and shed your tears looking at the pale moon,do you
still see a faded picture in it?or,
does your heart freeze with hatred;when alone
in the [...]

age

its a dull day,
of course,no fires are there to be put out,
since you left,
the world is a calm place,
with its dull shades of brown and grey,
like you took out something with you,
when you left,
missed only in absence,
colours…
monochrome of life,
and death,
and unbeing,without you,swirling in eddies
of darker absence,forming
question marks,without answers,
and,of course,
some unbelieving scowls-
like the stretch of the [...]

valentine

you wake up in my dreams,
still speaking to me,
in those same words,
and looking at me in the same way,
as i remember you,
watching you walk to me,
in the cold wind…
a strange affection still invites you,
speaks your words in my silences,
as i wreathe myself in love deserted,
it looks at me with your eyes,
and paints you,all over me.

morning

At seven in the morning,
At last, I decide to go out for tea,
Walking alone, in the chill,
Breathing in the morning, in small gulps.
Stray dogs, and early morning trash,

reproach

there are many things i will have,
to say to you,when we meet next,
reproaches,recriminations,complaints…
 
i will,maybe,blame you,
for leaving me,for being in and out of love,
for your trust, which was like a weak candle,
snuffed at the first gust of wind,
maybe,i will tell you,
how i hate you for that
when the heart shrinks inside itself,
in the nights when the moonlight [...]