Amorous Glances

With a sense of guilt

A demure glimpse meets her eye

Causing a flutter of the heart

At an age so ripe


Statuesque in stature and persona

Exuding oodles of charm

In exchanging fleeting glances

With her, I saw no harm


With equal panache she carries

A sporty look and traditional style

Rendering the air with exuberance

Her distinct voice makes my day worthwhile


Barely does the heart gets transfixed

Like a moth to a flame

Unless the magnetism is genuine

Desire to get consumed, you can’t quite tame


Throw caution to the winds

A call rings in my ears

But the mind never lets loose

The leash out of fear


I introspect on the disparities

Looming large, that sets us apart

All aspects of which seems blasphemous

Even while visualising a relationship to kick-start


Gone are the days to evince amorous interest

Though a hard fact to swallow, acknowledge I do

And lower my gaze when she crosses path

Not to go the route deemed taboo



Another Gem From The Last Moghul

Not the light of any one’s eyes!
nor the solace for any one’s heart
of no use to anyone,
I am that one fistful of dust

I am not the song infusing life,
why would anyone want to hear me
I am the sound of separation,
I am the wail of much distress

My complexion and beauty is ravaged,
my beloved is parted from me
the garden that got ruined in autumn,
I am the crop of its spring

I am neither anyone’s friend,
nor am I anyone’s rival
the one that is ruined, I am that fate
the one that is destroyed, that land

Why should anyone come to sing a requiem
why should anyone come to offer four flowers
why should anyone come to light a candle
I am the tomb of that destitution