Little Secrets

Of You and Your heavenly Kingdom,
I dont know why I prefer the foliage
that shades me from the sun,
but its in the darkness I belong.

I sleep in light and work the nights alone,
some say thats why Im so forlorn.
I say the days are too bright to look
and see at the same time. But the books

I read, like this Iqbal from the Urdu,
rouse my mind and cure my blues.
He reminds me of Ralph Waldo
in another time, disguised. If he

returned and took a different form
could it please be in my dreams?
Im not jesting, the chaos of the dual
increases my passion for the real.