Through my window, an alien drops in
His single antenna buzzing, sharp as a pin.
Vibrations humming and lights beaming at me
I wake up, startled, rubbing eyes to see.
He speaks not a word—I cannot see his mouth
Gestures at his antenna, ‘Come with me, South.’
Though jittery and trembling, I jump on the sill,
Fear clutching my throat, like a large stuck pill.
Poised on the edge, we take a huge leap.
Into space I am flying, I am not asleep.
Twisting and turning, on a meteoric trail,
Suns, moons, and stars, new worlds we hail.
On and on, up and down, over and under,
Past comets and asteroids, we smoothly meander.
At last my eyelids,droop and ache
And I plunge into a soft, velvety lake.
When the day breaks, and I rise at dawn
My alien friend by then, has flown and gone.
But I am sure, it was he
As on my pillow I can see,
Glittery sparks of starry dust
To remember him; I know I must.
All rights reserved,@Sutapa Basu 2015
