Posted: September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

End of times as we see it and a new beginning far away in the distant hills, one with nature where nothing gets distorted and everything is as it seems; where love with nature is uncomplicated with unlimited boundaries. No picket fences holding the sublime thoughts.
The stillness in that quietude is in harmony with the distant skies and the sea in its turquoise blue, beckoning the soul. How can I wish upon you those beauteous thoughts that will carry you through your moments in harmony, hoping the gentleness of life holds you in its embrace.
Let there be no more anonymous influence as you find yourself yet again while you wait patiently for tides to crash and retreat. If i could be just that one wave that could crash- engulfing and sweeping you away into a destiny that could be cherished then I would. I would sprinkle stars in your way. But since it is written in the sky that there is no wishing star and that it cannot be expunged as easily I smile and say farewell to those dreams and to you…


Posted: September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

Nestling, among the cotton fields; their white wispy strands floating around caressing her gentle soul, she lay down to rest- her sun kissed face looking above at the brilliance of a magic spreading eastward; its red streaks leaving their imprints on the sky. It was how they found her the next day at cotton harvesting. The smile hadn’t left her face they said. She was one with the place she sought. Hers was a story she took along with her into the red earth. That is how she wanted it in the end, they said…


Posted: August 30, 2014 in Poetry

In your eyes I see distant skies
swallowing pain and the tempest too,
behold a clinging leaf on your stern
hanging in vain for sunny skies
buds in waiting, sensing a storm
shadowy clouds masking them all
how long does the journey last?
searching you, soothing with words
the quest is over and am laying down
hanging my pen and walking away
in your silence, is my end

A woman at peace and so be it …



Posted: August 29, 2014 in Uncategorized
The closed room, a whirring fan spinning tepid air in a circle first, then into a whirlwind as the hot air rises up from haranguing humans. I am zoning in and out, the mind processing some- letting go few notes which seemed to collide with the solid walls that has boxed us in. I watch in lazy fascination the boomerang of syllables falling in a pile on the table in front of us. So many words, so many thoughts exploding like projectiles, then gathering on the floor like hail stones, a few feathers here and there among them.Throwing back my thoughts I was taken gently by hand, leading me away from the cacophony; they opened the windows to that effulgent being who had stoked my imagination, cavorting dangerously with my mind, guiding me on to the path that few have walked- before me.

Forces beyond me draped them lovingly around me, warming my soul and smiling blithely in its shade. I knew it was transient and as all spells are they would get wiped out by reality. Such is the power of a thought; it takes one through the journey, engulfing one in its simplicity and assuring one that matters of the heart are as light as a feather when allowed to settle in, while unsettling the equanimity. It was the most beautiful feeling- one that can be wished upon the living in all its brilliance. Those too eventually fall in a heap without diminishing their essence. They make me smile even when the air is rancid and have distanced me from the rest who are there in body- making a sound that I see but don’t hear.

The room had fallen quiet and I hadn’t noticed. They were looking at me and waiting for an answer. I don’t seem to have one. I was re-living my cherished moments in the wrong place, at odd times.



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Posted: August 29, 2014 in Poetry

Wringing out her rainbows
colors dripping on the floor
she mopped and tossed them
back into the river…

Drying out her silken sheets
dreams wafting up to the sun
she folded and wrapped them
in the closets of life…

Chanting aloud wedding vows
leap of faith, in a bed for two
she smiled and embraced
then left him pining…

She sings alone; so they say.


Finished reading Gilliam Flynn’s Gone Girl. Phew! What a book. Well written. Held my interest till the end. . Takes the fact “There are two sides to every story’ to the edge, taking the reader into the nitty gritty of their life, as a voyeuristic journey ensues, and
it all unravels….Recommend it to book lovers

On to SL Bhyrappas new book ‘Yaana’ released recently. It’s the first Kannada novel of which 15,000 copies in two editions were sold on the first day. Reading a Kannada book after ages in its original brushing up my Kannada in the process