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Two days to the South I looked myself in the path It seems the winds had swept A mixed thought I thought the sand had kept Warm rays beat the ground Words around Lighting glows I found Boy, in this, can I drown Why had I walked from this rivers Of the pleasure it givers The jot of hot sun delivers With moans too, that grievers Stacks of words in a year For the work I can hold dear Seen by flickerness of the wind it may all be an unfulfilled dream Packaged thoughts Pain and worry Use the line All these game I sight I wonder where I can light Admist the blight Yet yearning The excitement forthcoming In this seemingly homecoming How can I be receiving With the balance lie untipping -- 09/04/09 Commentary

I went back to Melbourne in April 2009 to give my final PhD seminar and to finish up the last chapter of my the-sis. This poem was penned on the second day when I visited Kevin in Deakin University and sat in for his lab meeting – after a year. Looking at the scrib-bling on the whiteboard and all the discussions flows, I realized that I missed all of these. And I thought that I had made the decision not to do full time research. Little did I know, the winds blowing outside the glass panel had just unearthed all of these again. For all the grant chasing I had seen so far, I thought I had convinced myself not to go for it again. I remembered telling myself that for all the efforts I can put into grant writing, how many am I going to get? It is quite bleak. But yet, at this very moment, at this most unsuspecting time, it got un-leashed in me again. Will this be the start of another un-tipping?