Sitting in a corner
a metro in Manhattan
heading up Penn-Station
lapping his bag lightly
against the exit of the cabin
a rush hour metro
no empty seat but two
next to this guy
as the commuters grew

three seats from him
a wrinkled old lady sitting
clutching her stuff and the rest
as others stand shaking
and no one says
but those two seats
go empty all the way

i sit next to the guy
with my bag and trolley
and one seat goes empty
between this lady and me
the guy leaves in a few stops
with the corner seat mine
but the two seat barrier
exists like a sign

and then a young women
replaces the old lady
and the two seats stay empty
as the stops go by
while i was the another guy.

Caught in the strings
in the magic of the night
of what is, what is not
sitting through the moments
as if totally bound
at a few feet away
perfection flows around
beauty in all its meaning
turning, twisting leaning
i could just be dreaming.

you slaved of the free
you found of the lost
peek in your cape
light a fire for the frost
let it burn you inside
burning all your idols
and look for what you sought

for me i am senseless
like a halo
all is just perception
notion of a mess
look for my eternal garden
where roses' perfume sing
under moon lit shadows
magic, nightingales bring

an amber in my dust
crack me open
shatter my crooked crust
so your breath may
wind my true lust.

It has not pounced yet
but i am afraid
i think it feeds
every now and then
or then just feeds
as i look away
and i am afraid

some time in conversation
or glances of passion
from table of emotions
i think it feeds
and i am afraid
i have not seen it
or felt it growl and paw
but its eerie presence
in my very essence
and i am afraid

afraid to look in
afraid to face my sin
afraid to light the fire
hidden, it grows in desire
open and let me free
says amidst me
on serene life's stage
the caged beast of rage.

In this darkness, life
I see not
I feel not, but you
As time passes silently
Minutes per minutes
Days per days
I sense not, but you
To helplessness I submit
In this pitch intoxication
I am not, but you

With the desert singers
I am back, with you
Reclining us all on darkness
By the fire, in submission
pupils’ burning in eyes closed
This tavern serves only
Without, within with you
To the ones with cups
Or no cups at all
I smile giddily, with you
They sing feverishly
Drumming just a plate
Strumming just two stings
To the universes’ rhythm
I drink all, with you
Aged in lovers’ veins
And they sing
Of clay pots and rivers
Of birds and prays
Of dervishes and kings
Of me and you
On the desert sand
Wine flows like the soul
I desire all is more
I desire all is you

In this darkness, life
Open me to enter you
Take me from me
To vanish me in
Darkness and me
Life and you

Oh my beloved
being of heavens
i am all but a speck
in your splendor
my love though,
has no bounds.
with you
i lose me,to find me
with-out
i lose hope and life
seize to exist.
my love
my struggle persists

when every night
i envy the moon
as she follows you
ever so precisely
i ignore in my longing
until she reflects  
your glory, so completely
mesmerised
i move at her whim
with all my being.
i envy the clouds
as they hover
blocking my view
closer to you
than i will ever be
until they share your love
from oceans afar
intoxicated
i dance with mystic tunes
with all my heart.

when you arrive
over the trees
i just absorb
as much of you
perhaps to hold for ever
and for those moments
i forget
the mischievous clouds
the flirting moon
for those moments
my love
i exist, i live, i shine
for those moments
i feel, i perish
to become you
with all my soul.

They tickle my senses
and intrigue me.
with you my love,
there is no me.

When you have your company
couple of years its already been
working now with your best team
successes, failures you already seen
i will find you eventually
Facebook, linked in or via Lee
asking you a bit of your time
food or drinks will be on me
easy going preferably
over time we coordinate
in a bar, after eight
striving just to co create
worrying we are already late
looking for the perfect date
launching project collaborate.
----February 29, 2012