Winter will soon slip into
spring, all dressed in 
green; bouquet nights and
the rebirth of love.
Snakes gliding through
the grass.
But for now, we deal
with ice and snow,
slick roads and cold
hearts.

I was on the bus the
other day.
The driver had a
slippery scowl pasted
on her chubby face.
My mask had inched
down on my nose, and she
yelled, "put your mask
on or you will be off the bus."


I was having a terrible day already.
My asthma was acting up,
I could hardly breathe, and I had
just had to put my beloved
dog to sleep.
I miss her, but she slipped
away peacefully.


I rang the bell to get off at
my stop, as I chewed my
gum in passive anger.
I stood up and walked toward
the front of the bus.
The aisle was slick from
the snow and ice.
As I neared the exit door,
I took the gum out of my
mouth, so that I could throw
it away, but things went
horribly awry. 


I slipped on a wet
spot, and to catch
myself, I firmly planted 
my gum hand on the back
of the driver's head.
She had short hair, but still,
the *** of gum was now 
embedded in her golden 
locks.
I'm sure a haircut is
her near future.


Since then, I intend
to tread softly and cautiously,
and just maybe,
she does too.

You loved me like a flower
The ones you leave to die
Instead of loving me wild
You kept me locked inside
You let me slowly wilt
Until there was only a piece of who I was
And keeping something wild, locked
You should see what it does
If you meet a girl like me
I ask you to let her go
So you can see what happens
When you let a flower grow
And I didn’t get that choice
But I don’t blame it all on you
And I let you take me away
Because thought you were beautiful too
It is true that you broke me
But I still wish you well
And I hope I was beautiful
Before my petals fell…!

तू गया

तू गया, गया संग, मेरे दिलका करार

तू गया, तो गए तुझ संग सब साजसिंगार

तू गया तो रूठे मुझसे मेरे गीत संगीत

यह तूने क्या किया, ओ मेरे मनमीत ???

जानेवाले के संग कोई जा नहीं सकता

मौत के साथ कोई लड़ नहीं सकता

इंसान भगवानके सामने हो जाता है मजबूर

लोक भी बदल जाते है; हो जाते है दूर

रोने के लिए अब कंधा भी नहीं मिलता

रिश्तेदार कतराते हैं; सच्चा रंग अब है खिलता

फितरत बदलने लगती है, अब हम लगते हैं बोझ

इतने सारे लोगों में, मिल जाते है एक दो दिलसोज़

यही है जमानेकी रीत, जिंदा रहनेवाला मरता है तिल तिल

बस अब यही है तुम्हारी नई मंज़िल

Armin Dutia Motashaw