I can always
forgive you.

Just tell me
how to forget you?

A reminder of an ex-lover?
An unstitched wound?
An uninvited guest?
An unbearable pain?

All the unanswered questions
haunt me now day and night.

Life is given to us,
it will be taken away.
When and how,
we won't know-
till it is our time.

A disease or disaster,

road rage or domestic violence,

war or Mother Nature's fury,  

                     or maybe
                    
                       just love.

When there is a storm outside,
you take shelter in your home
till the storm passes.

What do you do
when there's a storm
inside you?
How do you run away?
Where do you hide?

All you can do is
stay in it-
let it tear you apart.

चाहत कागज़ पे लिखी कोई कविता नहीं
जिसे फाड़ कर फेंक दे कोई |
ये वो चिंगारी है जो
एक बार दिल को छू जाए तो
सारी उमर दिल में जलती रहती है |
कभी मुस्कान बनके होठों पर नज़र आती है
और कभी आंसू बनकर
आंखों से झलक जाती है|

Like a bus stop,
my heart was
to you.

You came,
stayed briefly,
then left -

like it was nothing,
as if it were
made of concrete.

It's not the fall,
but how you rise
after the fall
that defines you.