Lord, let me begin in the beginning in the Eden garden where I didn't exist but my fate changed forever. One forbidden fruit One despicable conversation One foolish decision One guilty bite In my mother Eve's warm womb did I really take part in that conspiracy? Did I really say yes when my dad Adam … Continue reading Poem: Chaos in My Prayer

They tell me, "I have to stop."It's a waste of time.You are spoiling your life.You are no good at it. You have a good job at hand.Why don't you focus on that?MBA, Medicine, IT- it sellsPoetry doesn't sell. Is this poetry what you write?It has no rhyme.It's like a story.Why don't you write a story … Continue reading Poem: Poetry Doesn’t Sell

My ammi whispers to the walls at times of tales I have never heard of. In white walls and white doors, the magical kingdom of Thansoor unfurls. When the drum beats sing his praises and the dragons hoot his arrival, the mighty king fights the evil one, Thenshah. Ammi blushes looking on blank walls and … Continue reading Poem: Ammi’s Whispers

How many more prison days in utter dismay and angst? How many more failures Blaming wrong turns and torch bearers? How many more miles in this sea Before it rains and the sky clears? How many more reasons to wander Ignoring the tail of your shadows? How much more distance to walk Before I stumble, … Continue reading Poem: Follower

Where sea touch the shores like a man in namaz, where mountains kneel to tell a bead of prayer, where eagles circle the saint shot by arrows, I met her, my twin as a pilgrim in my homeland. Blue eyes, blonde hair and fair skin but she had my eyes, my ears and my nose. … Continue reading Poem: Old terrors

Where sea touch the shores like a man in namaz, where mountains kneel to tell a bead of prayer, where eagles circle the saint shot by arrows, I met her, my twin as a pilgrim in my homeland. Blue eyes, blonde hair and fair skin but she had my eyes, my ears and my nose. … Continue reading Poem: Twins

He floats above the crowds Each step a smooth stride Every poem, one of his moods downtrodden by the casual ride Scribbling rhymes with such ease Singing songs with each breeze He says he is nobody But he can be anybody A story teller or a risky sailor A fellow poet or an ace runner

Every night I waited for poetry in my bed, eyes not blinking. But she never came with her hair let loose. She didn't come when I needed her the most. Insomniac nights, madness and existential crisis- she missed all the big events of my life. But then she came uninvited in the most inappropriate times … Continue reading Poem: In Madness