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The Confounding Nature of Infinite Spaces.

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walls, doors, window frames,

cordoned graves,

humayun’s tomb

grand, untamed,

extends out to the edges

of Delhi’s constrained

infinities;

sandstone bathed

in blood and pain;

columns that seek to break

out from in between the teeth

the Sky keeps clenched

to not let the renegades

escape into his infinities.

 

Infinities within infinities—

histories within histories—

and I hide several within

which tremble at the strain

of those larger than themselves

whenever I visit

did I say where

Humayun’s tomb.

 

A testament to the reign

of the second in command

of those that had

the World prostrating in their trail;

a testament to the failed

grandeur of the name

that now lies crumpled on

pages of rewritten history;

a testament to dragged—

through—the—streets—

she—paved irony.

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Eid In India, 2017.

A message from the Moon

Was just received,

That this Eid, he will arrive

A little later than believed,

For that silver man is yet confused

About what to do,

If Indian railways can’t be used.

 

I tried to converse with him for a bit,

And question what left him this perturbed,

To allow the sumptuous delights

To be served,

Under an unlit sky,

And to this he very eloquently replied,

 

Sir, this happens to also be

The first Eid,

Where even Allah can’t say with surety

If those that hang on seekhs,

Are carcasses of poultry,

Or the body of an innocent man,

A Muslim, who enjoyed his share of meat,

Being roasted till cooked just right,

while the keepers of our democracy fan

The fire of the tandoor.

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Love, Old And New.

The monuments that were so crafted to stand as witnesses to the beneficence 
and magnificence of the rulers that ruled over Delhi, for however long, have
become the favorite playgrounds of the young lovers of the city. If you walk
through Lodi Gardens, or Humayun's Tomb, at any time, even in the scorching 
heat of April, you're more likely to run into a couple whispering sweet 
nothings to each other, under the shade of a tree, than a tourist appreciating 
the meticulousness of the architectural wonders. This poem is in regard to 
the same idea and is, in parts, inspired from Ravish Kumar's absolutely 
delightful collection of nano-tales, 'Ishq mein Sheher Hona'.

I don’t understand Delhi.

Why do we come to buildings

The walls of which, reflect

The Sun, with a funerary gaze

And allow Amaltas to bloom

in their shades, like only

Planted to be displayed

On biers of glory

That doesn’t remain.

Leave the tombs

To the dead, and let us

Craft our own infinities

In squalid alleys that

Reek of sweat, spit and

Alcohol-laden morning breaths

That went to sleep, very late.

Come, let us build our own

Shrines of love, in between

The corporate rubble of

Gurgaon, and on the glass

And concrete inscribe our

Tales of gentle caresses

Stolen from this city

Of callous denizens,

And dreary dreams

[verses to match Khusrau’s]

somewhere under the

Moolchand Flyover.

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Kailash Colony, languidly reflecting the Sun on a Sunday morning.

 

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To Amma, From Chennai.

J Jayalalithaa was an actress, a politician and a figure revered as ‘amma‘ by the masses of the state of Tamil Nadu. She was the Chief Minister of the state for five controversial terms and passed away on the fifth of December, 2016. She was buried, in a sandalwood casket, at the Marina Beach, on the sixth and the hurricane-cyclone ‘Vardah‘, which means ‘rose’ in Urdu, struck Chennai, soon after.

Amma,
Remember when I was young and 
you would take me in your arms 
and read to me, bedtime stories, in varied voices:
turning your pitch up, one minute, 
to sound like a wailing mother 
and lowering it to imitate a fisherwoman 
clutching the rudder of a sinking ship, 
trying to keep it afloat, in another?


Remember when I lost my way and 
ended up on the path that lead to 
tempests and belligerent waves and 
you held my thumb, with an unlikely 
zeal for aiding me, your blood, and 
a conviction in my abilities, 
to show me what turns to take 
to save myself from carnage 
and, humbly, grow out of my temerity?


Remember when they called you names 
for doing me wrong and inflicting pains 
of beastly order on my withering entirety 
and also, when they blamed you for 
adultery and infidelity, but I held you close
and allowed myself to heal in 
the warmth of your invigorating bosom?


Ever since those days, you’ve 
never let me leave your side 
and have, gladly, helped 
in weaning me off your love and care 
and standing, on my own two feet, independently.


Now that the Sun has set and 
the waves have retired to their sombre corners,
your favourite tale, to tell, comes back to me—
A sandalwood tree, slightly bent at the knees, 
lent some scent to a forlorn seed 
that arrived with the monsoon winds 
and nurtured it for twenty years and 
as the tree neared its end, the nurtured gifted 
the nurturer its first blossom, fortuitously, 
of vibrant roses that held in them 
the passion and perfume to unearth towers 
and free the reckless and the rebellious waves 
that had, for long, been trapped and chained.
Vardah, the rose, had always fancied
magnificent endings and storms-untamed.

 

 

 

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A Pointless Translation – Agar Tum Sath Ho.

Pal bhar thahar jaao
Dil ye sambhal jaaye
Kaise tumhe roka karun
Meri taraf aata har gham phisal jaaye
Aankhon mein tum ko bharun
Bin bole baatein tumse karun
‘gar tum saath ho,
Agar tum saath ho.


Wait for a few more breaths, a moment more,
stay by my side till the sun comes out,
till the World isn't so cold anymore,
stay till the night's long gone,
and my heart has seized his unapologetic thumping against my fragile bones.
How do I make you stay?
Why don't you realise?
When you're gone nothing but trouble abides,
and yet all sorrows slip away, when I have you in my eyes.
we don't talk and yet we say a thousand words,
when you're there with me, when you stand by my side.

Behti rehti. Nahar nadiya si teri duniya mein Meri duniya hai teri chaahaton mein Main dhal jaati hoon teri aadaton mein ‘gar tum saath ho.


I keep flowing like a wave of water,
astray and disheveled,
looking for a rock to finally rest my head upon,
but my rock, the castles I'm meant to ruin,
is in your love and your magical song.
I crumble, deconstitute in your habits and your ways,
when you're there with me, when you stay by my side.


Teri nazron mein hai tere sapne
Tere sapno mein hai naraazi
Mujhe lagta hai ke baatein dil ki
Hoti lafzon ki dhokebaazi
Tum saath ho ya na ho kya fark hai
Bedard thi zindagi bedard hai
Agar tum saath ho
Agar tum saath ho

You dream of me, and in your dreams you see me happy.
But, darling, that's not the way it's meant to be.
To me all that the heart sings,
is but a subtle betrayal,
How does it matter, if you're there or not,
the world was always ruthless and unapologetic, and it'll always be.

Palkein jhapakte hi din ye nikal jaaye
Bethi bethi bhaagi phirun
Meri taraf aata har gham phisal jaaye
Aankhon mein tum ko bharun
Bin bole baatein tumse karun
‘gar tum saath ho
Agar tum saath ho


My eyes, they flutter and the day's long gone,
I sit and run around,
waiting for you to come along, but you don't.
Why don't you realise?
When you're gone, nothing but trouble abides,
and yet all sorrows slip away, when I have you in my eyes.
we don't talk and yet we say a thousand words,
when you're there with me, when you stand by my side.

Teri nazron mein hai tere sapne
Tere sapno mein hai naraazi
Mujhe lagta hai ke baatein dil ki
Hoti lafzon ki dhokebaazi
Tum saath ho ya na ho kya fark hai
Bedard thi zindagi bedard hai


You dream of me, and in your dreams you see me happy.
But, darling, that's not the way it's meant to be.
To me all that the heart says,
is but a subtle betrayal,
How does it matter, if you're there or not,
the world was always ruthless and unapologetic, and it'll always be.
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