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I feel happy,
just by thinking of you -
and start dancing -
in circles -
around you -
with closed eyes -
raised hands -
rhythmic footwork -
to the music,
I made up that instant.
Knowing you -
are cheering -
I dance, until tired.
and fall asleep -
like a baby -
you created that morning.
I sleep -
in void.
in full bliss.
Knowing you -
are watching over me -
in spite of what they say of you.
A Rat,
Could go up or down,
the hill.
You could still eat it -
When you are ahead of it,
Either at peak or at dike.
There is nothing more I can say -
That which is not said across the eons -
By the poets in multitude of languages -
After you were created by humans -
And got all the inspiration,
For evolution at civilizaiton scale.
Yet, I have a lot to say -
Yet, I keep quite -
As I know, nothing will change your mind.
You are already made,
You are already at the last page,
Of reading my judgement.
All the Pillars are falling,
Only a couple left.
After them -
I won't have any to lean on.
You are the only one
I ever loved —
after him.
You are the only one
I ever could love
Forever now on.
You don’t make it easy.
I keep putting on same face
without any masks.
I am nobody
But here with you,
I am a rider
Thank you Dragon.
The Amaravati University cohort of five friends settled into Madhapur the way young tech-savvy tourists settle into a city that is, in 2010, still in the noisy middle of becoming itself. Half the buildings were beautifully constructed as iconic buildings — especially Cyber Towers, Cyber Gateway, and Vanenburg Park. The other half were sites with buildings under construction at various heights. The roads were torn at the edges as roads get torn when fiber-optic cable is being laid by three different telecommunications companies on the same Tuesday, none of whom have told the other two. The new buildings — Cyber Towers and Mindspace and several glass cubes along the road in front of them, and the half-finished tower across from the Westin Hyderabad Mindspace where Tirumala had taken, for the cohort, five connected-room serviced suites with a common area on the eighteenth floor — were so new that the developers had not, in some of them, yet decided what the lobby chandeliers would look like, and the lifts moved randomly between floors trying to figure out the optimum resting floor from which to reach customers fastest. The old buildings on the same streets were so old, and sat so low against the newly constructed and reconstructed roads — one road laid on top of the other, elevating the whole street and probably enriching the well-connected pockets along the way — that they remembered, in their stone, when this stretch of Hyderabad had been a stretch of nothing at all.
Hyderabad was, in January 2010, a city out of breath in a very particular way. The country had spent the previous eighteen months being told that the world was, in 2008, on fire.
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Reading a book - you like,
Is almost like meditation.
You touch the pages,
You smell the pages,
You focus your eyes,
You block everything else,
From reaching your ears.
It’s a state prior to Samadhi.
The cauldron is never resting,
For decades - it’s simmering,
Over magical warm everlasting crystals.
The witch, with her
Inherited magical hat,
And dusty broom,
Goes everywhere-
Bringing back ingredients-
And dropping into cauldron.
Magical spoon goes merry,
Stirs gain and again.
The witch never followed a recipe,
Never read a book
Always allowing intuition to guide
Surprised to see bubbles-
Cauldron never did it.
What’s coming out now?
I felt happy,
Looking at that number -
An absolute "Zero"
The foot falls into my garden.
The garden I built for myself -
With great planning and effort.
I know -
I built it for myself,
Yet I put -
"All are welcome" sign in front.
I am not looking for masses,
I am looking for that one soul,
who walks closer to me.
I only need one set of steps,
to find their way in.
But think about it -
a perpetual sadness arrives.
Though I felt happy
that nobody walked into my garden.