mere bhitar ki

mere bhitar ki trishna ko tum miljulkar door karo,
khwab jo maine dekhe they wo mujhse milkar poor karo

yeh baat nai wo baat sahi, kya lena par in baaton ka,
akash yadi hai gyat mujhe, akash se lekar door chalo

beete baaton ke saye jo unki yaad dilate hain,
unko jo kabhi na bhool sake to unko bhi barbad karo

teevrgativikritpratidinmeraman tumse milkar hota hai,
apne seene ki dhadkan ko mujhse milkar vyapt karo

kal raat jo tumne sochi thi wo baat jo mujhse kehne ki,
wo baat kabhi bhi keh na sake tum, us baat ko antarlaap karo

ek prani ke do pehlu hain jo jeevanbhar sang rehte hain,
ek tumko pyara lagta hai, tum duje ko swikar karo

main apne aap ke bheetar hoon tum apne andar rehti ho,
is band kamre ke jeevan ko mujhse milkar azad karo

-Kunal Goel

Spinach wrote a poem

Spinach wrote a poem,
She wrote a pantomime.
A long wordless monologue,
A lengthy heartful rime.
Everyone who read it,
Was in splits of laughter,
Everyone who read it,
Died the morning after.

-Kunal Goel