First Day in New York

Impromptu, inspired, my fingers flow
As I see, across a silver window
A red cardinal fluffing in white snow
Amidst a novel, alien, frosty glow.

I shall wish soon, of a long lost dream
Upon the first snowflake kissing my brow.
Then unwrap my folded hopes in honey cream
And let them soak the sweet, albeit slow.

I am no Anglophile,
I am no pro-american,
I am no BCP,
I am no ABCD...

A dreamy dreamer
Just a dreamer...
In an alien land
Of alien dreams,
I seek to define,
I seek to divine,
The will of my heart
The heart of my will...
In the soft snow,
In the crunching leaves,
I shall find fluttering
My few dreams,
they might find wings to fly...
I shall set them free.

Jan 18th, '09.

Unseen

Walk beside me, stranger
Close, Closer...
So as time goes by, our drooping shouders,
Kiss - in the hazy streetlights.
I will show you laughter
In the twinkle of an eye.

When the quarter moon rides, stranger
High, Higher...
And in our flimsy muslin pajamas, cold creeps up,
Recondite - in late January nights.
I will show you misery
In the stealing of a gaze.

I might walk on clicking heels, stranger
Loud, Louder...
When our speckled thoughts rise, stealthily mingle,
Quiet - in Orion's blinking starlights.
I will show you hope
In the flicker of a matchstick.

Walk within me, stranger
Deep, Deeper...
When our lonely selves assimilate into a superior, singular, terrible
Solitude - with its self-constructed rights.
I will show you fear
In the hollow of my hand.

For the night, tonight, is bleak... and long.

January 7th, 2009.
23:30 PST

When the lights are out…

On dark December nights
A pale, demure, waxing moon
Sits like a patiently begging bowl
On the western roofs of Mayo hospital.

Eastwards, Orion leans awkwardly
Over the shallow gothic arches
Of the weather-beaten, crumbling facade
Of the centennial “Gharri wali building.”

Dark, within and without…
Candles – flickering here, there.
Little ones, throwing light – far…
An imago of the starlit skies above.

Frost, like a baby bamboo shoot
Grows up – through my heels,
As I stand – Dreaming…
Wishing upon a lone, esoteric
Shooting star -
Winking secretly
Just at me.

For a brief lasting moment –
Peace – within me,
Pervades.

Jan 1st, ‘09.