KILL.ME.NOW

I write in a feverish fervour

Drowning my day in black coffee 

I walk down a street

Full of men brimming with similitude

I see your crumpled forehead

Your small mouth

Your tiny frame

Your lady like grace 

I am a constant cliché 

I can't stop seeing you

I write with the Kohl in my eyes

Sealing the letter with my spit

I sweat in anticipation and

I cry when I think of this

I know what a love letter will do

Practically nothing for you!

Until it talks about war and politics 

The demonic hegemony of unjust social constructs 

The complacency inducing virtual dissent

I could generate a little interest

 by quoting Elliot and his coffee spoons 

Or existential rants that disillusion and then lead to disbelief

From disbelief to spiritual enquiry and back to some belief

Even the upcoming third world war

Hell! I think you'll read it for much less 

Like how between Hillary and Trump 

America is a mess

And here I am writing about the darkness of the night 

That refuses to lift from my day

I am on the edge, giving too much away

I slowly tear the letter to bits

I now have a clear image

You wave your hand with your slender fingers 

And say this

"All these are love songs with no substance,

Gibberish not worthy of a poem you see,

Any way there is no older farce than poetry!"

Kill.Me.Now

Photograph By Jerry Uelsmann 

Ruin me

You enter me

Like you enter a ruin

You drag your fingers

On my time torn walls

I feel your fingertips

Their cushions pressing on my edges

You step out on to the balcony 

And light a cigarette 

You send out rings

As the sun sets on my memories

Silently you tread my long corridors 

Your steps echoing inside me

Now and then you stop

And open a door

It would seem like you are lost

But maybe you just like to wander

Here let me show you

Some hidden alleyways

So that you stop opening

Unmarked cabinets 

Where lies jealousy 

Bundled in old sacks 

Ration, I forgot I had

You will take that

One last stroll on the porch

The Chameli would lie stuffed in your pockets

The only proof of the love you stole

“I am going for a walk”

Is what you would say

And never come back home

I will stand here abandoned

As paint peels off me

I'll open a window 

To let the breeze in 

In the dust lie your footsteps

The wind will blow them away