Hyderabad of My Life

This city spreads out before me

like a wet dame , watery and cloudy

like I am a young Krishna

and this city , My Radha.

From this 8th Floor
I see it face to face

place to place

its chastity at the brim of

my sight

almost falling

and almost coalescent

like mercury in the mercurial sense of life.

I see a white flag

and an orange flag.

Deranged Lines of other petty flags.

children.women.men.baroque facades.

pools of flesh and eyes.

I see a world right here.

And I ask if I am light years away

or light years close to life.

Both remain the same anyway.

O Radha

Tell me you will love me forever.

I know I can always come back to you.

I know your devotion surpasses my grace.

It always has.

And it will

forever.

Swati Tempta

24th Day of June 2010