Life, a merciless demon.
For her have we prayed,
To her have we been fed.
In her realm do we live.

In her we move,
One behind the other,
Into the others footprint
Around and around

Moving in circles
Forgetting where we started
Forgetting how to stop.
Unknown and unheard.

Our eyes on the centre
Of this dreary circle
There lies our happiness,
Our lost hope and faith

Not knowing how to stop.

In circles, in circles.
Not any nearer, Not any farther.
Not knowing when to stop

- Indhu Rebecca Varghese

Indhu doesnt know when she started writing poems or when she even started calling what she jotted down as poems. She just knows that it happens naturally when she is deeply moved. Indhu is a technical writer by profession.