You may not have noticed
but cats are everywhere
But why only black cats
make you scared ?

Her footsteps are silent enough
to go unnoticed
Her reflection is not something
that you termed
attractive

yet
you stopped
every time
or take few steps back
when she crosses your path

Did you see a ghost,
with a scary smile

or
when she turns her face
towards you
through her golden eye
what you have seen
is
a reflection of yours
which lies
beneath your skin

Before few days
may be the day before yesterday
a lion was killed
and
how its trembling roar
ended in a growl
before he touched his death,
you and I read in the newspaper
is all written by
the hunter

Today
another lion was killed
and story of his tragic death
was again
in the front page of all newspapers

Wait a minute
Somewhere,
I saw the lion’s picture
May be...
No, I am sure
He was on the front page of
the day before yesterday’s newspaper

But he narrated the story

Today's lion was
yesterday’s hunter

On every night
he comes to you
and nothing could stop him
neither your sins
nor his virtues

He knows
that only you knows
how to control
his restless lips, hands, skin
and mind
How to ignite his emotions;
cold and abandoned

Though you are
made of the same blood, bones
tears and sweats:
as his
as rest of the universe,
Its you
only with you
pain synonyms pleasure
Sometimes you are like
a soft blinking star,
sometimes like
tender notes of a
wild guitar
You are the deep ocean
death couldn’t discover
For him
you are not just a woman
as you think of yourself,
you are a metaphor

So,
do not mistake his words
when in daylight
he called you a *****
It is not what he feels
It is his segregated anger
of repeated failures
to hold you
when you moves like
reeds in the river

He may not know
you are a feeling
not a lost body
and
tried to discover

But today
He gathered all his courage
and came to your doorsteps
in bright daylight

Let him take help of rituals, customs
or whatever he wants
But please,
give him soil of your land

And let him
replicate you
through his imaginations

Let him
praise you
admire you

Let him
love you

Let him
worship you

Let him
touch you with his heart

Let him
know his desires

Serenity was everywhere
after that night
Calmness  declared its
existence for infinity
All eyes were wide open
as if they are seeing
immortality,
or a ray of light
brisk bright

But I knew,
an intense darkness will be there
waiting only for me
in my vanity
What I lost
will not be reflected
anytime anywhere
in your minds
or on the pages of history
Rather
I will be ill-famed
in my own land
in my country

But somewhere
I had a feeling
that I could
bring back your smiles
Smiles,
for an eternity
And
it does not matter
whether future will see
your smiles
as history

You know
and I also know
it is not fair
to allow brave breaths to die
and fall silently on the ground,
to allow insane thoughts
to flame the air  

But when the little boy
was lighting the fire
in between your and my house
you didn’t stop him
neither did I  

So we have to go through the pain
of seeing our beautiful houses
made out of soft colourful love
surrendered before the fire  

Now we have no options
but to stand with burnt ashes of our heart
in our hands
and nothing remains
that can be termed as desire

Though our minds knows
nothing can heal the pain
our heart felt,
one thing is needed
and only one thing is required
a more volcanic fire  

A war  

But where is the boy who lit the fire?

You paid him
for something that you could like
He gave you
the thing
that he loves  
most  


I don’t know
and I am sure he doesn’t know
what it means
when you say
you gave your everything
to someone or something
and now living in grey ?


What he knows
his sweats need devotion  
his emotions need attention
Movements of his blood and his fingers
need aggression
and he have to keep his days and nights  
his sleeps and dreams
in hibernation
to pour his everything
into something
through your imaginations  


And when he gave you
your something
and his everything
he could walk away
with a smile of satisfaction  


Because what you saw and believed as grey
He knew
that was burnished green
covered with cold clouds
little white
little grey

You killed the girl
the girl with wet lips and watery smile
the girl with soft skin and magical touch
the girl whose veins are filled with emotions
not with blood
and you knew deep inside your heart
she is much more than your imagination  
when you described her
as a veered sensation  

You killed her again and again
sometimes with your hands
sometimes with your words
sometimes with your negligence
and sometimes with your confusions  

But the day she told me
she decided to **** you
I went to her house
with her favourite chocolate wine cake
to celebrate your death  

But she was not there
neither her smiles or sorrows
I opened the note
perhaps left for me  

and realised

The girl
who survived through thousand murders
couldn’t save her this time
because this time
it was not a ******
It was a suicide