adorable experience

I reach there, crossing the people, pollution, traffic and tension to touch the road that leads to that temple... the road with trees all along, bending over the silent path, shedding their flowers as if smiling at you... the sun setting quickly, doping the white clouds with pink and orange... the full moon just getting prepared to tour for the rest of the night... the chill breeze ruffling your hair playfully as you walk your way... so beautiful is this 10 minutes pilgrimage!

The temple just behind one of the busiest roads of bangalore, so easily vulnerable to the pollution and noise, yet so untouched by these! The asbestos roof, the shrine, the bell, the narrow corridor, the huge hall - every part of it so vividly stick to one's mind... The silver metal, the silk garb and the stone jewellery covering the idol, glittering in gay adding to the elegance and royalty of the divine... The soothing voice of MS played back by the audioset, immersing every soul in devotion... The fragrance of karpoora and agarbathis, calming the restless mind with peace... The flowers covering every inch of the idol, so beautifully decorated - filling the eyes and heart! The tulasi thirtham... the flowers... the chimes... beauty in various forms bringing with them a sense of depth, leaving me with gratitude to cherish! The innocent smile so gracefully and vibrantly flashing on the face of the idol... as that of a child that is delighted to receive you at it's house... And I sit down closing my eyes to lose myself in His beauty personified, wondering everytime, what to ask for from this child! Truly His house is one of the loveliest I ever knew!

A tear in silence

The flower, so beautifully fragile...
The flower in the bouquet, brightest of the lot...
The flower withering with the wind...
To offer, there is nothing that I have got!
The wind so powerful, so abstract
to even think of offering a fight.




















I stand still, my hands heavily idle...
my legs stubbornly lame...
my eyes sorely blind...
my ears depressingly deaf...
my heart racing to void...
my presence so painfully meaningless...
All that I could offer is an hidden tear and a silent prayer...
for hope and strength to face the hopeless!

Sand Dreams & Tide Games

There I am, playing with the sands -
Collecting shells and dirtying hands
There are a few like me, back on the shores
while many others surfing to the core.


I feel the soft breeze -
heavy with droplets from the sea
droplets stolen skillfully
or just acquired for free?

I draw patterns on sand
lines reflecting my dreams
I draw flowers and houses
doves, trees and faces...



I stand up and look at my creations
My heart brimming with preen
A huge tide beats the sands
washing my foot and my dreams

My eyes well up
I chide the naughty tide
till it retreats to the ocean's lap
and not to be seen any soon

I sit down again building castles this time
big and beautiful, to be cherished for a lifetime!
Once again the tide soars;
and in a moment everything is devoured.

I sit down broken and weep
For I was just robbed of my dreams and hope..
I lift my head to see you standing beside
holding your surfboard and staring at me wide!


"Whats are you doing here?" you ask
I tell my sorrow and you laugh...
"May be the tide wants to play with you" you say
"I'll take you along... Jump in, this way!"

I smile at you and take your hand
The tides roar; we laugh and scream
There we are, set out to tame the tide
Leaving behind the sand and the dreams!