हाल उनका पूछिए
कि अपना बताईये ,
वो ही पुराने ज़ख्म हैं 
क्यूँकर दिखाईये .

Winter rain -
dark aureole like raindrops 
on leaves, drooping like *******.
Mirrored in pools
trees blush.

My love, you won't last my love
You won't last my anger
My hate.
You won't last...

Some windows 
shut memories 
some,
open wounds.

Memories are porous
like seashells with nano holes.
Peace escapes 
this permeable space,
choking it with clamor.

Future - the black hole
swallows the past sans remorse,
amnesia struggles in amniotic fluid,
an echo rebounds 
 
Silence is bearable now.

Untradeable. Pain is silver,
Sterling. Serrated, dual-faced coin.
Its flip side, a mirror.

Sleep with me tonight
my love
for tonight
we will dream in rhyme.