How does it feel?

How does it feel?


When you treat
Someone
Like god
And you
find
That he’s not even
A
good human being
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

When you
Endlessly end
From where
You started off
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

When moments
Melt in the heat of time
And memories don’t
When you
Start thinking
Death would
Be beautiful
than this dead living
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

I don't Miss you.

The frankies
we had
The moments
we shared
The shopkeeper
His eyes
misses
me with thine
But I don’t
I really don’t!

The morning walks
we took
The green garden
The grey roads
The blue brook
The roadside “chai’
in rupees three
The warmth of
the ‘chai’
The warmth
Of the early sun
Misses you dear
But I don’t
I really don’t

The local trips
We boarded in
Local trains
The fight
for the seat
at the window pane
The blue empty seat
Misses you dear,
But I don’t
I really don’t

Often
I went
To the hanuman temple
You know
Waited for the ‘prasad’
Your favorite to show
The deep orange bundi’s
Misses you dear,
But I Don’t
I really don’t

The Mac Donalds burger
We always liked
Mine with extra cheese
Yours was light
For the French fries
The frivolous fight
we had
The last French fry
Misses you dear
But I don’t
I really don’t

With you
I flied
in the bike ride
The gushing wind
filled with
your fragrance delight
The yellow evening light
was always mine
The yellow light
melts in my eyes dear
The air misses your aroma dear
But I don’t
I really don’t

My purple diary
That you read
Contained you
Each time it was fed
The blank pages
Misses your name dear
But I don’t
I really don’t

The talaab where we met
When the clock strucked nine
The stars
The temple
The moon
Sublime
The water misses
Your reflection with mine dear
The clock still misses you
When it strikes nine dear
But I don’t
I really don’t
Do you hear me say?
NO
I DON’T
I REALLY DON’T!!!