‘After the ups and downs of the day
Manufactured alone in this small room,
Aching in more than one way, I press
Seven buttons, and am at last in heaven.
Who is to be praised like Graham Bell
For the greatest, kindest imagining,
For knowing that no song can please so well,
So heal , as one voice saying two syllables
in a tone not reproducible ?
Thanks to an era that may blow us both
Up any minute, my heart is lifted,
I see the stars again , bless a world
That has you in it, and that makes you mine
Along a line so tenuous, vibrant, fine.’

Effluence, by Ruth Vanita, from The Bloodaxe Book of Contemporary Indian Poets , ed Jeet Thayil, 2008. Reviewed at , Post III 

Congratulations to Jeet who made the 2012 Man Booker list with Narcopolis