Comments about Desikan Srinivasan
Will This Swing Ever Stop?
I get down from the train and begin to walk towards those rails.
The confused and colorful evening sky welcomes with the lone bright star.
The thin net of darkness is descending all over.
You surround me like a thread and chain me.
Should I be bound or cut across? Am I capable or not?
The train speeds past me, echoing the siren in my ear.
People, people … Scattered all over are people!
The old man who wanted to know the time, is quite baffled by my answer!
My shoulder now pains with your sweet little punches…
Yet, thinking of you itself is a pleasurable ...