My Friend Suresh Reddy Aerolla “Lost” in the Hills

My friend Archana Sabba says
Look Sir, how Suresh is enjoying
And we are stuck here in Hyderabad.
I tell her or should have told her
Abba Sabba, who knows what is going
In the mind of Suresh on those hills
After all, wherever we go for respite
No respite there is until mind rests.

Maybe Suresh is hearing on those hills
The daunting voice of his wife and her daants
Ok, ok, so he is still a bachelor
Maybe then he is straining to hear
A voice calling out to him
From beyond those hills
Or maybe he misses our friendship
Oh well, maybe he does not remember us
So, is that then the purpose
To forget all our ties to this world
And the cares they bring in their train
Who knows, right, why we love nature.

What is another substitute for nature
I who cannot afford those expensive vacations
Nor am I someone who loves nature
I who love more the neon lights and smooth roads
Maybe words are my friends, my loves
In whose curves I lose myself for a moment
And despite the commotion they cause in mind
I seem to land in a place of silence at the end
Which also feels like a mountain top of sorts.