"In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michaelangelo"
-T S Eliot
-1-
9:30 pm in Park Street,
goodnight
the shadows spy with furtive looks….
the shadows spin
beneath the street lights
and create a sonata in smoke
is this the way
it should all end?
is this the way
we should part
and promise to stay apart
till death brings us together again?
-2-
rain girl,
I’m walking away
all alone into the night
beneath the storm
and glass doors in the wind,
let’s travel the night
through stallion dreams
your dreams to my dreams
to our dreams……
and dice our destiny
on a board of chess
-3-
riding in a bus
that moves through sound
and time,
I discover
barren gypsy men
men who carry bombs
in their songs,
and songs
trapped inside glass coffins
in the rain
as the pendulum melts
at the refractive points
in my poem
-4-
rain girl,
you are sleeping in snow
beneath the September moon
rain girl,
where is your dream?
‘I have lost my dream
to my heart!’
rain girl,
where is your heart?
‘I have lost my heart
to a man!’
rain girl,
where is your man?
‘I have lost my man
to another girl!’
-5-
rain girl,
let’s hide the evening
in a kiss and sandpaper
together again,
let’s sail in moonshine
along the Ganges
on the banks of Kolkata
when the buildings rise
like stone serpents
or policemen walk in sleep
and the ash
of a few smoked cigars
builds a Romeo in silence
let’s drive all night again
along those yellow streets
of vapour
glancing
at the rain-stained windows
and remembering Eliot’s verses
-6-
a waiter comes to me
with a neck-tie
and a breakfast of bones
the necklace in blue
throbs in my wet coat pocket
rain girl,
I’m still standing alone
at the crossing tonight
waiting
for the lights to change
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