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Blissful time Crickets twitter Bats fly Stars twinkle Moonbeams drape. He slumbers Keypad ticks Eerie shadows! Grooming myself Preening so Ah its bliss....

Blissful time Crickets twitter Bats fly Stars twinkle Moonbeams drape. He slumbers Keypad ticks Eerie shadows! Grooming myself Preening so Ah its bliss....

Mangoes are edging out the melons Fresh Juice screams the banner.. Sun beams speckle my wall Wryly she carries the load On her muscled shoulder.. He wipes his brow! Droplets down my spine Parched earth steams Not a wisp of cloud Red ants poke around A lone lizard hides Cobwebs stand still Droplets drench me...

Language is to communicate So many 'tongues' Yet no understanding He says, she cries.. She says, he turns cold! They say, we fear.. We say, they turn deaf.. So twisted is even The language of love Tell me O Khudha Tell me so I understand He and She We and They....

This morning i stopped reading The paper at page three No not because it was all glamour It told the story of A farmer's son studying at Chennai's prestigious IIT!! Fun loving and amicable was he But without a moment's thought For his parents, for his future He hung dead and limp. He tightened the noose Unable to face life. A life nurtured for nine months within the womb And for twenty odd years outside by Sweat and blood of parents.. Why oh why ???

An apt time Open the book To stare ahead At the web Cobwebs so silky.. At the site Of the table top Dust mites hide Dolls stare past The curtain looms Water depreciates Pencil flies furious Clock ticks on Stories and dreams Weave into my head The phone never buzzes The mails troop in Food is so inviting Outside air is warm Ah.. study time indeed!!!

Jesus died for He loved us.. Love makes the world go round Uncomplicated love Adolescent fiery love Hot love, cold love Manipulative love Adulterated love Love for power Love for money Love for the sake of lust Love all in the game Love to hate, love to kill Love is what makes the world go round....

To my surprise I had company On my night prowl.. Metro sexual clique Playing, chatting Leisure walk and Most of all lop sided.. I wondered if they had a crick In the jugular.. Oh it was that wee piece of technology Connecting them to the world.. Amused I looked around To find one playing badminton while on the phone A lady cooking with the phone A teenager with it and the idiot box A man steering the car while talking Aahh how much we love to talk To hear our own voice.. Well what else would you not find In an 'IT colony'?