Am I your Sahir or Imroz?

by Noorpriya Chawla

 i) our love is not
for this generation
or any generation
for that matter
it simply doesn’t
agree with the
laws of the land
so, every time you walk out
there is a force of a greater magnitude
that pulls me towards you
(we defy Newton’s sciences
love defies all)

ii) but when love plays stubborn
a part of me tears away with you
like that page of a book
that holds the darkest secrets of the world
(legends say –
it resides in the most powerful mind
but those who’ve tasted the sweeter
eccentricities know better)
i wonder, how often do we lose ourselves
while sustaining the idea of love,
we receive from others?

iii) our meetings have
always been
well timed with the
stock markets
so for every coincidence
we reignite
we break another
zenith (of love)
and people keep
wondering –
when will it
all come
crashing

iv) we are hopeless romantics
love finds us at every corner
but that doesn’t mean
it stays
it only means that
poetry never left

v) no matter what the theatrics of
astrology proclaim
the universe is a fine dramatist
enjoying his popcorn after another win
you call it free will and i, fate –
so is destiny really a place or a person?

vi) when two planets in love
collide
only to part ways
in shatters
what becomes of meteor showers
after one too many –
when they are no longer museum exhibits
or scientific researches

vii) i have a confession to make –
i like our love story tragic
any other ending just wouldn’t do
because happy love poems feel infinite
but only between fleeting moments
infinity is beautiful
but when the sense of finality
washes over this version of the poem
you submit to its melancholia
even before the line break(s)
piece by piece
like a lego house
as you finally meet on
the other side of the bridge –
a transposed rendition
of the person you were before
isn’t that more beautiful?
anyway, has happiness ever
outnumbered your sad days, love?
so if i want more of you
i’d choose those infinities
that’d linger on

viii) in a parallel multiverse
Amrita and Sahir
find their way to each other
here she never wrote
Mein Tenu Phir Milangi
but that’s impossible
you tell me-
because i have loved you
even before i knew of you
just like the strokes of colours
Imroz imprinted on his canvas
all in the name of Amrita
without ever knowing –
that it would be his love
in the end
immortalised in her words
perhaps, in this multiverse –
Imroz is the poet
who writes –
Mein Tenu Phir Mil Leya
when they finally meet again
as time realises –
love is the only constant
(am i your Sahir or Imroz?)

ix) you say i love you
and i say
i can’t
(anymore)

// list of things i tell the silences between us

Noorpriya Chawla
Noorpriya Chawla

Noorpriya is a writer/poet from Delhi

Read more of her poems here