उर्दू न सीखी

लानत है हम पे  टाइम  पे उर्दू न सीखी वाल्दा के mcd की टीचर होते न सीखी क़हर टूटे हम पे  टाइम  पे उर्दू न सीखी अब्बु के तल्लफ़ुज़ पे टोकने से न… Continue reading

On The Sabbath

When your bald leader Needs a wig Tell him to come Across the wall And stitch it with our intestines Tell him to moisten His weary eyes With our blood And make combs… Continue reading

Racing Poems

  These duels remind me Of good ol’ tour de France Where you and me are lonely stars Peddling in peace, pacing together With no sight of the chasing peloton   But just… Continue reading


  उफ़! चोटिल को फिर घायल किये क्या मिला मेरे भाई कुछ रोज़ पहले भी तो यूँ ही कहा था न तुमने भाई   रिलकेह के ख़त पढ़े हैं हमने, बुकोवस्की के सख्त… Continue reading

Write on, irrespective!

S, the lure is naked like visceral conquests ribboned on your breast forever documenting commenting slanting deliberating deconstructing excitedly revealing stale, smelly recycled internet garbage. poetry, eitherways, the know of’s are far from… Continue reading

Poetic Lure

  masquerading as lovers of poetry lovers of spring, lovers of lore lemon yellow primrose galore seducing art for sake of sophistry   camera masquerading as time click to capture, click to fade… Continue reading

Trying Too Hard

left alone, hibernating the rabbit ate with dismay munching hay, with a vow to slay dismay, much of it, a will to betray how to get back but, digging out is a waste… Continue reading


bring no flowers here please dew settles on surface sleek catching infection cold creep red apron for stout rosy cheeks pink blanket for thoughts bleak wet diaper for spilling of reek visitors bare… Continue reading

Before Winter Ends

At least someone is coming back to life M. Schumacher it is for now Like we learnt in the University class – There is no one truth for now No grand narrative, no… Continue reading

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