Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

silence

look at the moon now,
it is strange,
crumpled,like an ugly,yellowish lump of paper
someone took it out of the dustbin,
and stuck it up there,to mock us.
the stars seem to be a cosmic parody,
of the earthly lights,burning all around me,
glittery,loud,brittle,mocking the moon we shared.
oh,and the oceans have gone silent,
truculent,and moody like cantankerous old men,
they either go quiet for [...]

rebuff

there is this small matter,
of wounds and pain,
between you and me,
an ancient enmity…
a small,temporary issue,
i keep telling myself,
every time when i resolve,
not to speak to you again…
an issue of life and death,
and the limbo in between,
everynight,when i go to bed in the cold,
huddled like a small child,
wanting to wrap you around me…
an ancient enmity,
where we [...]

rolling stones

Midnight, the sound of the sprinklers
In the background, sitting on the terrace
Looking at the old, drying tree, so
Similar to life, and thinking
Of nothing, or some things
Unrelated, in circles of lost
Innocence, waiting for the night
To bathe in the moon
And looking at your face, shrouded
In smoke from
The cigarette which will burn my fingers
Soon. Lazily burning, a [...]

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