By S Srinivasan
ENTWINED PLACES Standing on the Juhu beach, I heard, more than a decade ago, The winds from the Marina, In a smattering of Marathi and Tamil, Accompanying birdsongs. Blame that on a bout of homesickness But what about last year, when The Sealdah station, its turf Pounded by the waves of human feet, Seemed to me to reverberate With the weighty steps of the rush hour, Also felt in Mylapore and Nariman Point? Perhaps, the crowds stirred me then But that cannot be all, for Often on cool Hyderabadi afternoons, I have worn, in silence, the unease Of Bangalore's woolen evenings; And sensed in Delhi's nippy nights The cold grip of other Indian winters... Extremes sometimes addle the brain And lull the heart, but… Even when I take a leisurely stroll On a summer dusk, around the lake That girdles my neck of the woods, I am greeted by the lush sights, of The long winding ways yonder... To Darjeeling and Kodaikkanal, To Yercaud and Dehradun, To Kashmir and Kanyakumari, And to all that lies beyond.
Srinivas S teaches English at the Rishi Valley School, India. He spends his free time taking long walks, watching cricket and writing poetry in short-form (mostly haiku).
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