I know there is a person composed of my parts,

from the corner of my eyes to  corner of my lips , Experimental Photography 15-3-2012

I know there is a person
Who looks for me in her hand, day and night,
finding me, every minute, in her shoes.
Doesn’t she know that the night is buried
with spurs behind the kitchen?

I know there is a person composed of my parts,
to whom I fuse when my waist goes
galloping in its exact pebble.
Doesn’t she know that the coin that appeared
with her portrait won’t return to her coffer?

I know the day,
but the sun has escaped me;
I know the universal act she did in her bed
with another’s courage and that warm water, whose
superficial frequency is a mine.
Is this person, perhaps, so small
that even her own feet step on her?

A cat forms the boundary between her and me,
right next to her share of water.
I see her on the corners, she opens and closes
her robe, earlier a questioning palm tree. . .
What can she do but change weeping?

But she looks and looks for me. It’s a story!

Poem to Be Read and Sung

~  César Vallejo

there was no difference between life and death in love ~ Mirza Ghalib

Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bahut niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle

Nikalna khuld se aadam ka sunte aaye hain lekin
Bahut be-aabru hokar tere kuuche se hum nikle

Mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeenay aur marnay ka (2)
Usi ko dekh kar jeetay hain, jis kaafir pe dam nikle

Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bahut niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle

Khuda ke vaaste parda na kaabe se uthaa zaalim (2)
Kaheen aisa na ho yaan bhi wahi kaafir sanam nikle

Kahaan maikhaane ka darwaaza Ghalib aur kahaan vaaiz (2)
Par itna jaantay hain kal voh jaata thaa ke ham nikle

Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bahut niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle…