Poems lay scattered in the city landscape—
lifeless bodies strewn after a blast.
I went picking them one by one—
faceless, headless, decaying trunks.
The ambulance sirens howled on the roads …
Poetry
A Guest
I had come to the kitchen to fix a bracket fan
When I noticed a grey, ponderous chap,
sitting smug and unseen near the tea-whitener can.
He was nibbling a slice of cinnamon bread …
An Instant Portrait Artist in a Chaikhana
Dear, with your sketchbook and a pencil box,
neatly placed beside your trendy cigarette case;
and the book that you read with so much grace,
you look as if …
Liberty Nights, Lahore
There is an awami mela at Liberty Market.
Every evening I walk there
along tree-lined streets
the full moon to the left, …
Wagah
here’s an image of indigenised hippieness:
perhaps I should wear flowers in the lapel of
my achkan/ kurta (what would you prefer?)
drag my charpai out to Wagah where the gate to India is …