Often Man

Finally
your body has come to bloom
but
my small body can still hide you.
Your roughness,the aftereffect of us.
Your wilderness of the tame.
Like a man at a game.
The you in the avogadro movement,
visible only to my eye,
beneath those tendons.

Sometimes I wonder
how different you are :
from a baby,from what you were,
from the growing man and the growing child.
from the growing love and the growing lust.
from pain and from pleasure.

And
sometimes I wonder.
How same the face of your bare,
crawl and clench.
like my clutch tugging at my hair,
Both tuck and the yield there.

And
in this pucker of a man
how same the grace,
of a baby,
of oblivion to find peace only in my embrace.

The weight of snow

The nows of Himri

For a lost friend

I hark all wounds,
In them your face,
I reckon your words.
Like held swords
Before they rust,
Through my own chest
And the kill - now dust.
Still……
I deny to forget.

Then life ages like time
And this tree of anger
Decays and dwindles,
Kindles – all to repine
Only regret and fret
And the weight of moments lost.
Still
I deny to remember.

And then I remember
how I forgot
the things to remember
And then I remember,
How we forget forgiving.

Heart

All that weighs in life......
All that is heavy.......
Is always, somehow, weightless.

Roobza's Sidkoo's

Some subtleties go unnoticed.
existences become and unbecome.

Azure.Black!
Black.Azure!

Life.Death.
Death.Don't know!

I now remember
her moving hands ,
from beneath those wrinkles.
My Grandma's,
when they move no more.

Existences cease.
Remembrances don't.

Remembrances cease.
But Love remains.
So discrete.So continuous.
So unceased.

As I silently hog on sidkoo's
of Roobza's making.
The same taste lingers
like grandma's undertaking.
And for that moment
nothing else remains.
Just the granules of love
melting on my tongue.
So dicrete.
like the tears in my eyes.

When Love ages

Days will go without touching you too much
Days will slide you not feeling me much
But the Love will be , for you
and you.

I will walk by , you will look into your files
sometimes you will undress me only with your eyes
And I will see through you.
But Love will be , for you
and you.

We will converge someday.
Everyday we do, we don't know though.
Oblivion is a habit hard to go
when you don't know , what you know
and what you don't know.
But Love will be , for you
and you.

And then I will wake up
and find tea at my bedside
and you and you
waiting for my smile.