dhoka hai tamam bahr e duniya
dekhega ki hont tar na hoga
–Mir Taqi Mir 

               Set yourself on fire
                                     so you know it’s real.
Die lit. 

      I don’t care what the Sufis say. If the heart is a mirror,
shatter it to pieces. 
                     You’re the sound
of your own breaking,
a violin string snapping
mid performance.
Jigar ke tukre.
You’re too good
to be true.
You’re a joy ride
         thru a ruined city.
You need a hit
& god is a lighter
      you keep losing.
Here’s a match
& pure, organic
skins. The heart is trouble
& you asked for it.
Red phosphorous 
                       in a dark room. 

Dear jugnu…