Monalistic........

-1-


halogen storm


receding streets beneath the moon,


ancient Persian tunes
flash across the mind
like threads of painted glass


I stare into the naked silence
of your eyes
and watch the world
change colour


-2-


mirrors on the ice,


and a palace dressed in smoke,


the lady in Louvre
always speaks in metaphors


reading the confessions
beneath her smile,
I knew every girl
loves secrets


I wish I knew yours,
when I met you
that blue evening
in Paris

-3-


lonely in silence,
call me by my name


soft blush on your cheeks
when you hear my voice,
someone calls you
a poet’s first love


what thoughts assail you then,
my little girl,
when you sit alone
in an empty room?


what griefs chase you
that make you weep in silence?


-4-


hour-glass in my dreams,


wild flowers in your hair,


my thoughts travel backwards
in time


that evening when we cried
as we held hands
in the metro


or when we together
got drenched in the Maidan
last summer


-5-


sad songs of the winter;
I miss you


couples at the Victoria;
I miss you


the crowded bus at Shyambazaar;
I miss you


party-time on the ledge,
when people smoke
over art and politics;


I miss you


-6-


tonight,
I offer you my words
like a white necklace


burn my poems
if they make you cry


someday,
you might have to write
an elegy…………