KHUSFEHMIYAN

Tumhe Choomne ki Shararat Mein
Us Nakaam Sargoshi Mein
Jo Jhumka Hila Tha...
Tumhari Saanson ki Hararat Mein
Ab Bhi Hil Raha Hoga

Tumhare Dupatte Ki Qasam
Mujhe Ab Bhi Lagta Hai
Sarfarosh Hawaein
Usey Uda Rahi Hongi
Kisi Khudaar Mulk Kay Parcham Ki Tarah

HAUNTING

Yaad Hai Woh Shaam...
Jab, Ghar Kay Liye Tumhe
Buhut Dair Hogai Thi -
Us Shaam ka Chaand
Kitna Bada Laga Tha Hume,
Khaufnaak Aur Thanda Bhi!
Yaqeen Jano,
Tumhare Jaane Kay Baad
Meri Amaawas Zindagi Mein
Wohi Chaand Aaveizan Hai

DILLI

Yeh Kab Hua
Ki Tumhara Dil
Purane aur Naye Dil Mein Bat Gaya?

Aur Kab
Tumhari Rooh Mein
Tehzeeb Se Zyada
Raaste Ki Gard Simat Aayi,
Mujhe Khabar Na Hui

Aey Dilli!
Kab Tumne
Apni Udti Zulfon Mein
Hawai Jahaz Baandh Liye
Aur Kab
Traffic Ki Qataron Ko
Apni Saanson Mein Bhar Liya,
Mujhe Khabar Na Hui

Aey Dilli!
Suna Hai Tu Beemar Bahut Hai
Kai Dino Se
Tere Dil Mein
Gubaar Bahut Hai

Tera Ilaaj Kya Hai
Mai Nahi Jaanta

Magar Mai Jaanta Hoon
Tu Dilli Hai !

Teri Shah-Rag Kay Qareeb
Ghalib Ne Nashe Mein Raqs Kiya Hai
Meer Kay Qagaz Ki Nami
Majaz Kay Toote Dil Ki Kirchiyan
Tere Jism Mein Mehfooz Hai

Tere Seene Mein
Khusroo Ki Raagein
Aur Tujh Mein Paiwast Hain
Nizamuddin Ki Qawwaliyan

Zouq Ki Yeh Galiyan
Beemar Tou Buhut Hain
Magar Murda Nahi

Tu Dilli Hai
Apne Naam Ki Tarah

TO MY MUSTARD YELLOW GIRL (II)

What if,
There are hundred other ways to love
Than you are taught
In the commercial school of love.
And what if I have loved you
In all those hundred ways
And you couldn't see.
What if lending you a book
And deliberately forgetting to take it back
(So that it sleeps in your crowded shelf
Along with your gloss and glasses)
Was one of the way.
What if you are as confused about love
As I was between Yellow and Mustard.

DUAL/DUEL (For Baudrillard and You)

Love, we can never meet.
We: the Me and the You
(Duality is the magic)
Love is a duel,
A divine Mobius strip.
Ghalib knew it -
The duel of life and death
And the being of beloved.
Let's not become one
Under some romantic mystical spell;
Let's be two as in a duel.
Let's kill each other so that we could live:
I will be Vogel, you be von Kleist.
If that's too brutal,
Let's be 23rd April
In some part of Spain.
You search a rose for me
I will search a book
And we will meet
Under dilapidated statue of Sant Jordi. 

To My Mustard Yellow Girl

A hue of lust and love
You wore it like soul
The pleats run through my skin
An emotion -
Mustard is not a color
After you

MOURNING DIARY

Someday Barthes
We will meet over a cup of tea
(coffees taste bitter after death)
Smoking your favourite
Havana cigars
Under Srinagar skies
(not Parisian)
And discuss
My Mourning Diary
That I never wrote

BAARISH

Door kahin aasman mein
Aansuon ka ped hai
Jis pe khizaan aayi hai...
Udaas dil
Kabhi Yeh bhi sochta hai

Voodoo

Rain definitely is magical:
Piercing transparent needles
In earth's body

Aaina e Zaat

Ujde baal
Sooji aankhein
Toote daant
Aaina e zaat tod diya hai
Meri tanhai
Bilkul mujh jaisi hai