Property Dealing

Let me make the deal on your favor.

I gave you all the corners of half opened doors

where I used to cry in my childhood.

All the empty walls of my sobbing murky evenings are yours.

All the agonies that even the termites could not destroy are yours.

I made almost everything on your name.

Jungle, parvat, basti, sahera,

Ashiq, ruswaan, shaayar, Insha all is yours.

After giving everything I had so far away I am not a destitute yet.

After emptying my both hands I just kept you for mine.

Disposable Sun: A talk with the Sun

I was talking to the sun

About doing something new.

The sun was making face like an ignorant

 I was little irritated at his pretentious behavior

Still I was explaining things.

I was saying about the history he had gone through

About the boring repetitions and the annoying stuff of life and universe

I was explaining how boring it was

To set in the evening and rising in the morning

Without a fail

I was explaining how imperfect it was

To be so perfect

‘Sorry’, the Sun said to me,

I understood very little of your words.

I know very little things; in fact, I don’t have any idea about any other day.

I just woke up this morning

This is the only day I have a life

To live, to die…

To repeat, to remember…