My Last Poem On You

Will have no words.
For I find myself unworthy
Of such luxury.


Damn You

We expected

Not to miss you

But damn you!

We do.

Maybe causeĀ 

‘Matkas’ have taken over

The canteen.

It now reeks of emptiness.

Or maybe cause

A DJ once sang ‘Kung Fu Panda’,

Oh! Her beloved Shah Jahan.

While a famous flirt boy

Was all setĀ 

To become the ‘Shell Boy’.

Or maybe just because

Our king of sarcasm

Is no more at ISM.