Nostalgia and Emotions

Among the sediment of sentiments

SOBREMESA

Yeh ishq, haraamkhor! (Love, you bastard!)

Bahut ro liye hum ne aansoo
Poori na hui jo humaari aarzoo

Cobwebs & Brushes

Finely woven fibres
Growing in dark corners
Of the mind
Delicately intricate strands

Billet Doux

There was a time I’d write.

Furtively.
With fountain pen and India ink.
On handmade paper.

BEGUILED

My heart

It once came across an angel

White wore she

Her halo intact

Her aura glowed

Pure and pristine

Ticking, Traumatized

A hand reaches down.
And picks them up, gingerly, gently, with care.
A fractured fragment.
A shattered shard.
Brittle, broken, ruptured remnants.
Places them in order.