ALSphere Foundation
The sequence- concierge, front desk, lobby, rooms,
Room no.- 818, there! My familiar alma mater,
Where walls echoing with a controversial monologue,
A pause and then – the voice of the electric kettle,
A puzzled me ‘awakened’ from ‘overthinking’.
At evening the hotel- a dexterous socialite,
From Swarovski, to Chanel, cigarettes, tuxedos – flimsy romances,
At the casino, a glance from ‘her’,
Maybe jeopardizing his chances of winning,
The garden with Turkish lamps serving falafel kebabs.
It’s 20 floor -Adult, witness to history,
The view- an espionage during the wars perhaps,
The uniformed, chivalrous gentlemen adorning the ballroom,
The enemy maps, infiltration – all confidentially exchanged,
That lobby- signing of the ‘lateral ceasefire agreement’!
This hotel on regent street- a humanitarian extravaganza,
Lawns: ‘Marriage’- the electromagnetic human waves celebrated,
At the other a conference discussing – development aesthetics,
Somewhere in the coffee house- a stylish conversation,
Finally, room no. 818: a bibliophile ‘me’!
