Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem 

I could have woken in a Dionysian dream 

laughing at the drunkenness of footloose 

And invoked every lesser god in indulgences 

that involved the orgy of souls transcribing 

lyrics of metaphysics, and beyond that  

wisdom of sacred mysteries. Even when  

I was a child, I harboured a solitude of soul 

that surpassed the latitudes of ordinary knowledge 

You can see I did not possess the inclination 

for athletics, but may be even then I had an inkling 

that I was in for a never-ending Marathon (long haul); 

 It was mother who taught me: `do what one has to’ 

There were no records broken, no laurels won 

I never stood on the podium. I just looked forward 

to a day, perhaps, that would never come! 

But a day came, when I woke up to true love 

like an infant in my arms, so precious and eternal, 

that I never shut my eyes since then. For I was  

not only stirred by joy, but illuminated…enlightened 

I have always been the sculptor…craftsmen,

a legacy that remained with me since the first sign 

of consciousness, even before the nebula that broke out 

and created the first stars. I know I was initiated  

by you as you were initiated by me; not just handiworks 

or golems, but most sacred breath. And I have learnt 

to love intangibly, untactilely; and from a distance – 

everything that I loved and came to love; organically,

without trying to name them too much, because there  

were pertinent things I had to do. But, sometimes, I wish I could 

just take a walk back with you all, on the changing sands of the   

universe to a beginning; that all things endearing followed in  

the footsteps of Me and You and a dog named Phunnu!