Cynically Yours: A New Yorker


I see your tongue tremble
on caressing the snowflakes,     
I see my hands dust the crumbles
as if they were a sheet of dandruff.

I hear your breath sing to the stars
as if they were your lover from the twelfth grade,
I hear my voice spit disgust
at the night for breeding ambiguity.

I watch you prance around your mansion
with more windows than hearts,
I watch my steps shield my shadow
lest it gets lost along with the cobwebs.

Maybe I am unappreciative and cynical
and live in a box of rodent-infested hell,
but the quietude that’s music to your ears,
strangles my sleep, exacerbates my fears.

The neighbor’s dog, the community pool,
the informal people and the town’s fool
make me long for faces with no names—
the world where I can be alone in company: New York.

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About Sweta Srivastava Vikram


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Author Bio: Sweta Srivastava Vikram (www.swetavikram.com) is a Pushcart nominated-poet, novelist, author, essayist, columnist, blogger, wife, yoga-devotee, dancer, and oenophile whose musings have translated into four chapbooks of poetry, two collaborative collections of poetry, a fiction novel (upcoming in April...read more 2011), and a nonfiction book (upcoming April 2012). Her scribbles have also appeared in several anthologies, literary journals, and online publications. A graduate of Columbia University, she lives and writes in New York City and reads her work across the United States, Europe, and Asia. Sweta also teaches creative writing workshops. Follow her: On Twitter (@ssvik) or Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/Words.By.Sweta)
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