Again and again

I was killed in my last life.
And I distinctly remember it was
her, who put the final stroke
Of the dagger
Deep into my heart.
The last thing that I
Remembered
Just before I passed out,
Was her swaggering walk
After getting fully satisfied
That I was not breathing
Anymore, and no life
Was left in me.
But this life,
After resurrection,
I was cautious not to
Go too close, although
We were close enough to
Whisper into each other's
Ears and wet
Our entangled limbs, just
Like a dam, gushing out
Flood water after
A heavy rain.
This time, this life,
I had protected myself with
A bullet proof vest,
But barely I knew that the
Vest could be removed with
Her sweet nothing mummers,
And after that,
I died again.
Thus, life after life
I lived, for
Everytime to go back to her
Again, and be killed by my
love that was mine alone!

नशा

बहुत कौशिश के बाद भी
जब अमृत नहीं मिले,
तो तेरे ज़हर से ही नशा कर ली।

अब तेरे जहर से मर कर भी, 
तेरे नशे में जी रहा हूँ।