I did not realize it when infatuation for words seized me amidst incense clouds of experience
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Nor did it strike me when the whirling stream of charged words emitted streaks of lightning
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So was the state when mind wandered in every direction breaking through concrete structures.
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What a distress it is to a soulless body!
Will it glean pearls while returning? or hang its head in exhaustion?
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Well, If it turns up with pearls… fine. For, it clothes clouds in a fine Raga and conjures them up to rain that she might sign off boats of pleasure with dreams
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Only when it comes home drained out that life convulses for breath
Whose autobiography it listens way back home! What wakes of old-age it walks down its journey! Which ‘tear-dried’ childish cheek it caresses along!
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Long after Earth and Heaven Air, Water and Fire come together to distract does it care to look at me afresh…as if it has all begun anew!
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Mohanatulasi Ramineni
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Mohanatulasi is a System Analyst with SAP and now lives in Chicago. Apart from reading/ writing poetry, she loves photography and painting. She is an active blogger and is running her blog (http://vennela-vaana.blogspot.com) since January 2008.
