The silent man screamed the shit out of people

When a mute (vocally impaired) person tries to speak,

people with voices become more quiet.

By more quiet I mean dead shut up.

As their voices take refuge

behind their teeth.

Their guts go hide behind their guts.  

When a mute (vocally impaired) person barters words

People with voices go deep underwater.

They get nothing to exchange or offer.

Not even a seat. Or a corner.

In the whole new fancy office 

they can't stop bragging about.

And we (the people with voice) become dumb.

This is why it hurts the way it hurts.

I get two colours

I forget which of them I dream in.

Terrorism is in fashion

1)      From Bangladesh to Brussels

         From Paris to Germany

         It’s #EOSS (End of season sale).

         A wide variety of Kalashnikovs,

         Rifles, bombs and what not

         are a real steal!

               

            

 2)      You know well,

         Guns don’t kill people

         People kill people

         And people marinated

         In terror activities

         Seldom have a face

         But a style, a trend

         Which know no border

         No boundary.

3)      Every time a place is attacked,

         The world gets fractured.

         Every morning people wake up

         Desperate to know

         Whether they’re still alive.

 

4)      In the end, all trends die.

         All fashion become passé.

         Everything is overcome

         And life is lived.

         Tell me if Peace is

         The absence of this ugly fashion.

5)      "The show must go on!"

          is a lot more than

         a kitsch pop battle cry.

More than words can say

Sometimes you make me teary

with love

and dreams

and care

and importance

and love

and love.

Sometimes you make me want

to hold you by your collars

and pin you against the wall

and kiss the fuck out of you

because what you do

is really fucking hard to do.

XOXO

Play it up

I like the way we do not fight.

Fast forward to when we do 

and then hours of not talking and then laughing it out. 

Let’s rewind to when our eyes met and we didn’t know they were whispering “sweet nothings”.

Let’s rewind to when we held hostages under our tongues. 

But an internal soundtrack started pulsing.

Let’s rewind to the raindrops that hung at the edge of the clouds. Only living to fall.

Let’s pause here. This is what I felt like.

Press play.

 I kiss you and you tell me how glad you are this happened. 

  

Pause this. 

Let’s go back to when I first met you; the way you stole looks thinking I didn’t notice.

Press play

The way you rolled your eyes and the way you smiled, I wish you had kissed me.

Let’s pause here.

This moment. I want it to last forever. This is the love all the love songs are about.

Fast forward to when you don’t leave, you don’t give up on me when I get difficult.

Fast forward to when I warn you about my dark, but you stay and stay and eat up all the shadows.

You stay, forever.

Let’s pause here. 

Press play.

    

hope notes

1.       Going on your first date, second and third that eventually turn into a wedding, aren’t you?

2.       Celebrating your first anniversaries, second anniversaries, fiftieth anniversaries aren’t you?

3.       Having children?

4.       And then grandchildren?

5.       Watching sunsets that never seem to end?

6.       Holding hands with someone?

7.       Watching your kids grow up from the size of a cauliflower?

8.       Watching your parents grow wrinkles and grey hair and curl with age?

9.       Wandering places to find something or the other?

10.   Being a superhuman to someone, aren’t you?

      

Because I hope so

#LeapOn

An extra day

Upon minutes

Upon seconds.

Finally an Oscar

Upon Leo

Upon The Revenant.

An extraordinary day

Upon you

As you go from gojavas.

An extra tax

Upon public

Disguised as welfare.

The world is moving too fast

And spinning too much.

A lot many people are here

Crossing their hearts,

Taking a leap of faith.

I just feel dizzy. 

Everything between hope and less

Nine months

is enough time to be prepared.

But not sure

if it is enough to get ready.

Dangerous woman

Security can never find it.

Scanners will never recognize it.

I keep my weapons hidden.

You called me a dangerous woman.

And you were right.

Speak to me heart to heart

And never will the gun in my head click.

It's the thing about highways

You came like a Ferari

On the highway.

Zip-zap-zoom.

My heart felt

Like an ambulance

Stuck in traffic.

Between us,

There will always be

Loud silences

           And

                     fleeting

          distances.