Question for the Sleeping City
October 31, 2008 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
The city sleeps
Below this rooftop where I sit.
How peaceful she lays there.
I wonder
How swiftly she has forgotten
The struggles she’s faced during the day,
The troubles brought about by the sun’s glare.
Now, in the darkness
She lays beneath me, in the deepest sleep, unmoved.
I so want to rouse her
So she can join me
In my solitude.
Then, I’d ask her,
Amidst life’s difficulties,
How could you sleep?
|June 2004|
Romancing the Bean
October 13, 2008 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Conversations over coffee and cigarettes
Minutes stretch into hours
Shorts talks are not allowed
Oh how you both adore Paolo Coehlo
And hate Bush and his cohorts
Blue skies makes one blue
The other just blissfully basks on it, azure
John Malkovich is your favorite villain
You had to squabble over Russell Crowe and Tom Hanks
They’re two different characters altogether, you both decide
Like Harry and Frodo
Provincial Italy just enamors the other
One prefers to differ
Greece is, by far, the most enchanting destination-to-be
You argue for a few
Your points are both logical, resolute
So the debate lingers
Such conversations perk you up
Three cups of coffee
A pack of Marlboro Lights
And a whole boxful of talking points
These nights leaves one with a
Smile in his dreams
The other with a longing gaze
At the cup
Now empty and cold
With yearning for the bitter-sweet
Scent of the white-misted words
Craving for a whole new round
Of a feisty exchange of oral intellect
A fresh set of coffee and cigarettes
Over a crisp round of tall tales
|May 2004|