Samaan-o-Sukhan

Mera kuchh samaan wapis aaya hai aur uske saath, kaam ke kuch kagzath, hisaab ke kuch panne aur beech mein daba ye adhjanma sa sukhan.

One last Pome

It’s quite strange
Of all the range
Of feelings I’ve felt
This one sits right above the belt
They all have their places in my body
These emotions sublime and bawdy
A scratchy throat, a swollen heart,
A tightened groin, sweet, bitter, tart
But loss I feel in that specific place,
This hollow above a hollow, which I trace
With fragile fingers…
Yet, it lingers
After all is gone
It must be borne,
This nothingness must be borne