banjara hills

Tired minds.....ripples... in a lake
waves of the unending sea......new job....new places ....
new people.....new curves....and hills....
from malabar
to............ banjara.....me and mine .....travel...the day....and the night
people with fabulous hearts....
warmest hugs...
cute smiles....
touch .....firm and handshakes whispering
will i miss my cute lil creepers ......at the rail road
the silent local......
will it never pick me up....
will i miss the potbelly first class people....
their i pods....mobiles....and news papers..
i dont now...i dont want to know..
like the generational minds.....their understanding of relationships....
the young ...beautifull minds...
clear.....dogmatic...passionate...and confused...and ruthless.....
I stand alone....walk alone......cry alone...make love alone....
and deny my lonelyness
only in these lines.......i surrender ...to the sublime...
to the silence.....and ...feel
that sombody ...some where...is
worth
a cup of Chai!!!!!