Though authors are a dreadful clan
To be avoided if you can,
I'd like to meet the Indian,
M. Anantanarayanan.

I picture him as short and tan.
We'd meet, perhaps, in Hindustan.
I'd say, with admirable elan ,
"Ah, Anantanarayanan --

I've heard of you. The Times once ran
A notice on your novel, an
Unusual tale of God and Man."
And Anantanarayanan

Would seat me on a lush divan
And read his name -- that sumptuous span
Of 'a's and 'n's more lovely than
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan" --

Aloud to me all day. I plan
Henceforth to be an ardent fan
of Anantanarayanan --
M. Anantanarayanan.

I try to write
But my words
Stumble and trip
Drunk within my brain
The stairway to my pen
So steep and treacherous
That they dare not tumble down them
Lest they be broken and ruined by the fall
So they stay deep within the den of my brain
In inebriated silence
While my muse
Drinks a bottle of wine

Sometimes I wonder.
I wonder about how things could have been, might have been
Sometimes I stop.
I stop to think about whether or not I had done the right or wrong thing.
Sometimes I fall.
I fall whether or not if it's love or failure.
But there is something that I ALWAYS do
I live life.
The One life that I have been given and I embrace every single moment of joy, sorrow, and the opportunities that it gives as experience.

When all the world shall fall on you
Your steadfast faith will see you through
And when the skies give naught but rain
The friends by your side will help ease the pain
When dragons and demons and enemies shall shout
It will be my endless love that will find you out.

The worries that have troubled me
Are completely meaningless.
They are no comparison to the beauty that has been made all around me.
Forgive my doubt, may my transgressions be forgotten, my Lord.

I have forgotten how to look at the beautiful blue sky,
As my clouds filled of my misery has prevented my full sight.
I have forgotten how to count the daisies,
And focused on the weeds consuming them.
I have forgotten how to soar with the wings of eagles,
And spent my days believing my flight is incomparable to others.

Forgive me, my Lord, as I have forgotten your truth, your peaceful words that have brought me out of the dungeon I have placed myself in.
I have found myself caring about worthless things.

Unlock my chains, break and destroy the dungeon that has consumed me.
Destroy the evil and vile things in my heart.
Teach me how to walk in Your path.
Teach me how to love again.

Fix the clouds in my sight so that I may see the beautiful blue sky again that has entranced my eyes.
Fix my daisy garden and cast away all the weeds of destruction in my path.
Fix my wings; bond them to yours. Let me soar to the melodies of your love and grace.
Fix me, oh Lord, I am in need of fixing.
Your love is inimitable and endures through all ages.
Here is my surrender, fix me.