Perfectly Competitive

In every perfectly competitive market
MR will always come down to MC
and yet my profit maximisation
only and only happens in your proximity.
My mood lingers and loiters like 
the values of elasticity along the demand graph
but with you by my side the opportunity cost
of almost everything else just reduces by half
externalities come and go
pushing the graph left, right, up and down
and yet your supply always meets my demand
in our small, solitary little town.
All I wish, all I wish
is for the profit maximisation to be
for the unique points wherein MR=MC
only only belongs to your galaxy.

Facade

To the stars
that glisten my demeanor 
with their exuberance 
each night I dream,

To the sun
that scintillates my existence
with its vivacity
each morning I rise,

To the mountain
that motivates my poise
with its strength
every time I exist,

To the tree
that engenders my courage
with its magnificent magnanimity
every time I breathe,

I think I am in love
all over again
with the facade of being in love. 

Choices

Sauntering on a manicured carpet,
I feel the needles beneath my feet.
Seeing the thread of love slip off my hand,
letting go seems easy and convenient,
holding on so difficult,
almost a strength of my tenacity.

But the closed doors matter,
only when someone is knocking;
and privacy becomes a concern,
only when someone is sneaking;
and battles can be won,
when the conquerors are left alive.

In this chaotic jungle of uncertainty,
taking ourselves too seriously;
in this capricious world of variables
constantly looking for constants;
in the days of crowded loneliness,
I emphasize on making the love win.

The Golapalli Gatha

Like a dewdrop on a leaf at the wake of dawn,

like a bud waiting to blossom

just beginning to disseminate it's fragrance,

like a streak of water aimlessly flowing around,

you overwhelm me. 

I did not choose my privilege

or my femininity,

not even my family or my foes.

But, but I chose you

and the best part, you chose me.

And, 

like a ray of sun in a room

that has been dark for ages.

like a vaccine in a pandemic,

like a bubble wrap covering brittle glassware,

like a plastic tape around a live wire,

You have saved me.

Amitha Shree Golapalli

We have grown up to believe in

princes and saviours,

 and knights in shining armours;

and flowers and forevers and fixations.

But today, as I gleefully rest in this fortress

of our friendship, 

protected by the sturdy walls of support,

your support,

I want you,

to believe in you and us.

For, I have seen you move mountains

and build castles;

cross hurdles and create rainbows;

And still, glisten like the flames of half-burnt coal.

If you could do all that,

you can definitely do this!

you can definitely do this!

 

The Deletion Paradigm

On the verge of opening my door,
to your mute knock;
after writing books, placards, and memes
on my arms, thighs, lips and cheeks
in cinema halls, cafeterias, and roads
trying to recreate the lost essence.
Today, you stand deleted.
I breathe.
I have given up on my skin,
to make space for some new imprints.
I have evaporated your colossal countenance
to be just left with memories and drawbacks,
in a bottle in my phone,
and, sent them to my bin of regrets.
Today, you stand deleted.
I breathe.
As I walk down the road,
following in the footsteps of that crazy streak of water,
trying to blur the lines of loneliness,
synchronising parts of my phone, with parts of my mind;
I realise,
there are places, I can’t delete you from.
For, no more is it just you, me and the prying eyes,
It is also you, me and a matrix of recording eyes,
in the world of virtuality.
And, just like you,
its broken promises, and disagreed terms of agreement;
indelibly present in a matrix,
where I met you.
Our encrypted memories are scattered in bits and bytes,
across my mind, and the matrix alike;
that once created,
are there to exist,
perhaps forever.   

The last night

Tonight I won’t say, I love you
neither would I tell you about those infinite bubbles of thoughts,
I had hid beneath the sand dune of time,
all this while,
nor about those countless cravings I’ve had to be near you.
Tonight, I wouldn’t waste time in telling you things, you already know.
(You do, right??)
Tonight, I’ll show you something you don’t.
Tonight I will dig each infinity,
unearthing the album of pictures we lost on the fossil of time.
Tonight, I will take you back to recreating the footprints
that washed away with the wave of years.
Tonight, we’ll just sit inside this hut of love, making love.
When our bodies will forget the mistakes they never made,
actions will start speaking
and
words will go for a walk,
somewhere far off.
But tonight, only tonight.
When there is nothing wrong, nothing right.
That is tonight, only tonight.

बड़ी बात, छोटी चीज़ें

मुझे छोटी छोटी चीज़ों पर ध्यान देने की आदत है,
जैसे वो गोल-गोल फ़ुल स्टॉप,
जो बीच मे आ गया है हमारे.
और अपने भीतर ही समेट ली हैं उसने वो सारी बातें, 
जो अब बिना बोले जाए ही  बेहरा कर देंगी इस रिश्ते को.

मुझे छोटी छोटी चीज़ों पर ध्यान देने की आदत है,
जैसे वो घुमावदार कोमा,
रोक कर खड़ा है उन शब्दों के बहाव को,
जिनसे सबकुछ साफ़ हो सकता है,
इंतज़ार कर रहा है किसी के उसको सुलझाने का.
जानता नही कि सही जगह लगकर,
 वो खुद ही अपनी समस्याओं का समाधान बन जाएग. 

मुझे छोटी छोटी चीज़ों पर ध्यान देने की आदत है,
जैसे वो इनवरटेड कोमा की जोड़ी
जो फुदक फुदक कर वही बात चिल्लाए जा रही है.
बस कोई सुनता नहीं,
शायद समय की भूल भुलैया में खोकर,
वो शब्द अपना अस्तित्व गवा चुकें हैं. 

मुझे छोटी छोटी चीज़ों पर ध्यान देने की आदत है,
पर आज यह कोमा, यह फुल स्टॉप को,
 एक पोटली में बाँध कर फेंक आई हूँ मैं. 
उसी मन के भंवर मे, 
जिससे लड़ के, छीन के लाई थी तुम्हे,
क्योंकि इनके पीछे पड़ी रही तो खो जयोगे तुम,
कभी ना मिलने के लिए.