HE & HIS FRIENDS

Heavy blanket of gray,
Pardoned only by the frantic flutter
Of park pigeons,
Can you spare the time
To sit a while with me?

Mop up the rays of the sun.
Cover the blue sky
With billowing steam.
You bring luminescence
In your wet gift.

Alone we sit,
With absolute white to the east.
Does this mean
You will leave me now?

Instant lacquer! Transforming
Every grimy city gully
Into zen garden,
In which modern philosophers,
Armed with brown bag brains,
Write a beam of sunlight
Through the shadowy wool
Of a cobblestone fog.

You can always find me.
Please come sit with me again.

All music composed by Asif R Naqvi
except '02','12'.