Strands

(Written 5 December 2020, 1:43 am.) 

in the unforgiving strands of
it all

some frayed edges find

each other

and gingerly

falteringly

incorrectly

wrap themselves

around the other

it hurts

and is ungraceful

and unaesthetic

and to be honest

rather quite ugly

but against all odds

and against all decorum

and against all beauty (and satisfaction)

the joining

holds

at least for now

(no one has seen tomorrow

or so the atheists tell me)

Nakhre

(Written 27 July 2020, at 2:34 am.)

tum aur tumhaare nakhre
zamaane ki hawaaon ka rukh palat dein

Pity

(Written around 16 March 2020, 2:48 AM.)

Oh, what a pity,
That the night
Is the night.
That it is the time of day (or night)
When everyone is comatose.

But to fight (or be immune to)
The coma.
What a revelation.
The darkness, the silence.
Reliving the horrors of the light
In the comforting oppression
Of the dark.

Be awake.
Be alive.
Be with me.

Embrace the night.
Find your sight
Away from the light.