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Circle of Life

It was a roller coaster life
Until it was not fun anymore

Whirlwind tours
Large, life changing projects
Lots of love
Lots of attention
Until it was a party no more.
When it rained
And the grass was green again
When it was springtime
And the Vishu flowers
Bloomed again
I could sense her call
In the increased longing
Of my lines now gradually filling
With pathos and loss
I looked at the work-bay
So antiseptically clean!
The computer screen
With a background
That now had no new stories to tell! And I looked out of the window
And saw a million cars
Being driven
To now meaningless places
For now meaningless reasons.
I closed my eyes and she spoke to me... Through the pollen and the petrichor Through the call of the fisherman And the song of the paddy field worker I could hear the evening drums from my village temple Now beat closer home than ever before The deity would visit me in my dream And ordain: Follow me home, follow me home, follow me home!

It is only a little tract of land

Dark nights and howling trees

You appear more often in my dreams these days 
Some really strange and some most inexplicable.

Today, I saw you crossing
A dark and lonesome wood Filled with translucent creepers  And monstrous trees with fangs
And then the woods, they morphed And took on strange forms
Of shapes I could not comprehend.

And then there were other dreams. Here, I am holding you close, and there I find myself crying for you, as you suddenly turn into the wind and the rustling of the leaves and the fire from fireflies turning into dragons.
Here I drown in your dark broody eyes, and there you look at me, from behind ancient ruins of broken homes and stairs that run into dungeons and mazes...
And starless skies 
And empty white spaces.
I don't sleep well these days
In me, you don't sleep well these days.