Crafting Poems

Did I tell you that? It rained today Did I tell you that? It reminded me of you, of The pictures you sent me — of the weather there Of the dancing trees, Did I tell you that? I have a feeling you already know that Were you also thinking of me? Did the dancing trees there Remind you of the pictures I sent you? The sky here is Clear now. It's clear no more. You've become a gloomy distraction Which I need to get rid of. The earth is all soaked in the rain; It'll get dry soon, When I wake up tomorrow I don't want those prints of raindrops on the cars I want nothing which can remind me of you. I want it all gone. Did I tell you that?

I don't know this city Where did you sit and write Ghalib? Everyone talks about it I've heard poets go there For inspiration From the walls, you once must've stared at, From the noise which must've distracted you From the smell of the bread. I don't know where that is? They say there were seven cities before mine Where are they now? Lost somewhere in the ruins of their glory? I haven't seen them. I don't know this city. It's a capital now, They brought it here 88 years ago People say it has changed a lot I haven't seen anything though, I wasn't there. The red sandstone structure here Reminds people of our first rebellion A What did they fight for? This, what we have today? I can't but pity on those Who were once called the enemy It's not that city Is it? I don't know this city.

How do I write a political poem? How do I write a political poem? When I am scared  Of the consequences  My words can have On some people  On some thoughts Which are not yet developed To accept the lots'.

I am sitting in my room I am working on my laptop There it is in front of my eyes Dealing with the dust. I will go out  I will come back  There it will be on my table Dealing with the dust I should take it - I must. "did you finish it?" asked my mom the 100th time When I got a call from her  I lied, "it's almost finished" Did I break her trust? Wait. it's not like I don't want it I will finish it But first, I must start It's waiting there On my table, waiting  For me to stop Either I will start or I will write.

That One Day One day, to feel serene I had to push myself through the whole day That day, to reach A handsome me I had to push myself Through the whole day Yes, that day To reach a heavenly and delight I had to push myself Through the whole day Streams arose inside Couldn't contain the surprise After I had pushed Through the whole day The day became graceful It turned sublime When I had pushed myself Through the whole day I had to cross such a crisis I had seen the albatross I was drifting in the ordeal Flowing to the surreal. The sun was set The bright lights were floating I can recall the image As it was that day when I met you.