Monday, November 29, 2010

The trick of love

The trick of love
runs so deep,
how quick to start,
how hard to keep.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Three wishes

When God appeared
and said 'I will give
you three wishes
before you die,' you
asked, 'Let my mother
know that I hid two
things from her - that
I loved her always
more than I could say
and that I was to die
young, before my day,
(only the young are
unafraid to die, which
would have been bold,
if they were not afraid
of growing old) and
let my lover know
that I did try to be
less of a pain, and if
I could have done it,
I would have done
again, he and I, but
I go before my time,
as they say, though
after our last fight,
I think I have timed
my exit right, and,'
God, impatient now
with your wishes
asked for the third,
you said, 'if you have
to give, then in my
next life let me live
as a bird, perched
near those I loved,
so that if I see them
on their wistful day,

I may rush to their

windows and sing

them a song, nothing's

wrong, it will say, it will

be better, and then,

as unlikely as lightning on

a summer's day, happiness,

it will strike again.'

Saturday, November 13, 2010

We go at it like insane

We go at it like insane, we
break up, we make up and
break up again, and when
we think we could do this
for a while, the game is
called off due to rain (we
thank the gods for their
timeliness, for their pain).
We call each other to our
cities, we cross the Atlantic
twice in a night, get knackered
and have a spat, Jackie K says
'Life is like that,' we only love,
we only fight, get to know better
in hindsight, and 1 pm voices tell
us to stop flying for once, and
remain, forget East Coast, they
say, come rest with us in Spain.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

For Irom Chanu Sharmila

There is no way through checkpoints,
no way through a stuck dvd, no way
to end the argument when it happens
between you and me, there is no way
through the odor of gun shots that looms
around here everyday, like there is no way
through a lover's head, or through the
cheerfulness of news anchors who have
for long made up their minds, there is no
way for a heaven if angels resign, or for
a country that sits still, when its poets go
hungry for years singing where there's a will...

Wednesday, November 3, 2010


कल प्रोटेस्ट मार्च में देखा था तुमको। बैनर के
पतले गत्ते पर अपना स्लोगन लिख कर अकेले
कोने में खड़े थे। हल्की सी बारिश से मारकर की
लाल स्याही बहने लगी थी। मैं ये सोच के परेशान
की ऐसे वक्त भी दिख जाता है कोई। इस प्रोटेस्ट
का आखिर एक सबब है, पर तुम्हें देख कर ये थोड़ा
उलझ सा रहा है। फिर भी भोंदू सा खड़ा होकर घूरे
जा रहा हूँ तुम्हें। तुम्हारी शर्ट के नीचे भरा-भरा सा
बदन, इन दिनों जब सब ऐब्स के पीछे पड़ें हैं, मार
जिम में थकने जाते हैं, पसीना बहातें हैं, तो तुम्हारी
कमर कि ये चरबी, ये फलां के हाथ रखने के लिए
ज़रा सी जगह, कुछ ज़्यादा ही अच्छी लग रही है।