I often met him
At Harris
Always alone.

Before that
He had taught me
To balance equations
I learnt to balance life instead.

Now he roughly calculates
His debts.

And once he said
"Life is a number game,
Complex,
I was odd and out."

I knew what he meant,
Probable can't be predicted.

HUNTED

Moving slowly through the darkness
Sniffing the smell of blood
The beast snarls behind.

Dripping and down
I leave trace all around
Silence creeps as I crawl.

The war is lost
Not the kingdom
Within
Spirit moves on.

Renegade!
The call!
Legs leap
The gates are opened.

LOST

I remember that day
When we parted at the gate
The gate we crossed together every day
For those long years at Victoria
Hoping to meet again.

You came for me that day
To say good-bye
I wished to stay
But for the tour I hurried.

And how can I forget
The day you left for the training
With 'Futility' and that note of 'paradox'
I gave you.

You enjoyed reading both
I thought you might realize
And come back.

So you came back
Cold
'Covered up'
They fired
Fuming futile salutes
I stood lost.

( Dedicated to my dearest friend anand )