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Your voice
In the early morning
While sipping on a cup of bed tea
The phone rings
A fond voice speaks to me
I recognize it
An unprompted smile spreads out on my lkce
On observing this smile
The cup of tea whispers
Happy Day
Shh.. Isay
The cup of tea smiles too
lgotothebathroomtowasmyface&bnishmyteeth
The mirror
The tooth brush
The shower value
Even the tub and the walls sing
Happay Day
Shh...Shh...Shh...
I scold them with pretentious annoyance
All the tings laugh
Form sunrise till sunset this continues
While having breaklbst
While assigning the days chores to the servants
While leaving home
While sitting in the car
While traveling on roads
During the working day
While meeting people
Everything and everyone chant the slogan
Happy day happy day
And I keep smiling
Inspite of the distance
On As specialty
At least for one day
Your voice
Changes every thought
and everything
Park & Poetry
While designing clothes
While thinking about interior designing
While sketching & painting
or
while playing the piano
Poetry accompanies me
While runing errands
In the oofice
In the car
While going for a walk
On the seashore
Holding my hand, it walks with me
But as soon as we approach the park
It slips from my hands
Climbs the gate and sits there
It says
No I will not go inside
I will observe all the uncles & aunts from here
Black hair
Which were while a week ago
And that rounded supple and shining head
which is wearing hair today
and that old man who till yesterday was alone
And today. he is accompanied by an aunty instead of a stick
and the man
who till yesterday was happily walking with an aunty
Today
He is alone and looks upset
He walking in a moping fashion
22nd November
No mother is born
With her daughter
But on the date the I am horn so are you
and on the same date
you abandon me and walk away
you were Sara
& I was Zara & Azra
What difference do names make A woman is after all
A women
Be it a mother or daughter
But names still create some difference All that happened to you and with you
I am somewhat familiar with it But all that I faced
And am still facing
you will never get to know about it
You would not even know That I died
On the very date, that I was born
And you moved on
The one who is alive now Is someone else
Do you know
What loneliness is like
Why not
Who can know about loneliness
More than you
Once again
The same date is approaching
What will ensue this time
I don’t know anything about it
This time again, like every time on the 22nd of November
I shall wait for you
not to ask you for something
But to give you something
People say
Many things don’t reach people who have passed away But my poetry
Shall surely reach you Wherver you would be It will find you
For the time being I don’t have anything better
I give to you
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