You arose in the monsoon sky at Malshej
And shared the room with my wife and me,
Was in Delhi at IETF, but not in Khajuraho;
We have been more than friends
But less than what others thought.
Travelling transmuted express and email
Desires probed restrained overpowered
And truth-and-peace
Sought from Igatpuri to Krishnamurti
To Osho.
Divorced and free, tough and radical
You held me - middle-class, square and prudish -
I am brought up
To avoid 'sin' at all costs:
Neither money nor woman ever made me
Lose track.
But under your moon-lit sky,
I stagger, almost had lost my way....
Did I fall in love?
Let me blow a Happy Birthday towards you,
In advance for the next Birthday in March 2010.
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