BUZZZ

Please put a full stop
BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I have a headache
No wonder people are sleeping
I love her confidence facing shame
Hodgepodge

The BUZZ goes down my spine
It is hurting my spinal cord
Spreads over my shoulders
Like anesthesia before the operation

STOP or I’ll go mad
If I stand I will fall
The BUZZ fills up the room
It has the colour of my national flag
Ayesha sits
and sits

STOP! Else I’ll cry
I wish I was boiling in oil instead
Please stop
Human voice can make you
NUMB
I sense my blood going cold

I’m sure her BLOOD
too matches her dress
Molten iron in my ears
“Mr. Kasimir Malevich,
Why did you exist?”

The Brain Is Jelly

Very good presentation Unum!

Isaac Asimov: Vidha to Haider

Sookha Mazaak
Chamakti aankhein
Na rehne ka dar
Khush karne ki chaah
Pareshan Hindustani
Pakistan main garmahat
Bhaari palkein
Duur bhaagta HAIDER ALI JAN

Lahori Ladke

Lahori Ladkiyan

Cafeteria Culture

Clear hollow spheres climb up success
And what becomes of them?
The cold green veil makes its person look green too.
The specks of red have become one in this sticky paste which has spurted like blood
10 sets of 4
One green slab in the center
One of them holds the clear hollow spheres and also 1 empty green veil
Green blinds
Colour of abundance
Present here in abundance
Abundance also in the rotten smell of the fresh eggs
2 sets of 3 wings give each other company with 1 set of 4
The long wire makes a trap
It waits eagerly at the door step
Gharrrgharrranggghrrrram becomes one with the equally annoying place
The place is still except the figure in the dress of the west
4 drab virgin buttons look eagerly at the shining whores
The tiny transparent balls play under the green veil which hides nothing
One of them starts to slip from the tip of the transporter
Slow. Picks up speed as others join in
The vertebral gets disturbed and the olfactory devices get connected to the lips
The ends of the lips point towards the equator
Tut tut tut chuk chuk
Chhsh chhsh Chhsh chhsh Chhsh chhsh
Sound of the greasy biryani
The tiny, white, wriggly, curly being falls out of the sound and struggles to be alive
While the light comes from various unreachable sources, some warm green looks nosily at me and the holed gray
Tiny screeches of being molested
The hand and the tiny screeches in harmony
The holder is displaced and the second set of three asked to go to sleep
The person in the veil dies slowly
The red blood still sits there shamelessly
Green is home
Spit. Spill. Sit. Spread the smell around.
The incandescent form reflects in the cracked glass, the veil of glass that covers/uncovers the territory of the green.
Comfort
Amidst the artificial smell of the biryani there is a transcend to a hospital room
The white lump warms the green under it
The rest of the green remains unused
The black clot plastered on its forehead
Bindi from India
The pattern on its dusty black leg moves and falls still.

Teen Bachchey Lahore Ke

Diwali ki Shubhkamnayen!

Jagmagaata hua din, jhilmilati hui shaam
Kuchh puraane diye
Packet waala tel

Safed mombattiyan
Paak
November ki thand main lau ki garmi

Kheer poori ki daawat
Kheer: safed
Ghar ki yaad
Sheher Lahore

Rangi hui skirt
Safed kurti
Sajne ka intezaar

Nariyal ke laddoo
Meethe aur narm
Bhurbhuri sookhi khol
Safed

Naye yantro par milte sandesh
Rati-ratayin shubhkaamnayen
RangHeen
Safed

Garmi, raunak, rang, khushi
Sab kuchh sametne ki chaah
Kolahal ke beech sannata
Safed.