Beds of Kamaathi

those ginger shaded lights,

and saris hauled as shades.

smell of puke and cheap perfume,

yet those lips spur them beam.


all the way the kids giggle

all the chimes from her bangle

those eyes spark no spirit,

yet those lips fork with pretend lust.


the slimy backyard bubbled with come,

their sweat and her talcum.

no doors, four walls teal and pink,

yet them masked with a drape that stink.


stood there a man of skin thick,

gained from the pain of these flock.

flesh rubbed, humped and bruised,

yet they smiled to make them glad.


as they arise to the sounds of noon ‘salah’,

they hear the buzz of their borough.

never like before, glaring into the harsh sun,

yet she rose from that bed, wearing a helpless grin.



Big hair and a loud mouth

Stay wild
You gypsy child

All the smiles  you sprinkle
May that bring a ripple
Of joy to the people
You make a bundle

Sway all the while , copiously
Twirling the big hair of yours
And laugh ceaselessly
With that loud mouth of yours

Stay wild
You gypsy child
From all the dawn you perform
Till the final state has come.




Dear angel, dear self

In an uneventful day , with my mundane happenings

Saw across the hall, leaning onto the wall ,an angel with wings .

Smiling at one and all, without flouting a glimpse

Thought , and rifled for a reason , a purpose

Why that winged thing ,nevertheless a beautiful one

Waiting for none , but yearning like a love prone .


Wrinkles from the yesteryear

The days were just black and blue ,
And I would walk till my feet turn blue.

Thoughts of the man, I once loved
Dreams of the future we once paved .

Never did I see the wrinkles then and
Never did I cringe for the coming end.

He’s come a long way,
I came a long way .

A long way was all we had
A long way with no hue we had
A long way of dreading anguish we had
And all along we never saw the wrinkles, we made.


my very own watchwords !!

Stand up with your raised hands everyday for two minutes !!

Smile a lot, because it makes you happy no matter what  !!

Never compare , because its never the same !!!

Always know that  the experiences are individualistic !!

Whats gone is gone, let it go and do not chase it !!

Listen to the rhythm of your heart and follow it !!

And Finally ……….

Love yourself a lot, because no one can match the way you do it …



bewitched land of ruins !!

Its been long since i wrote something about an expedition..Guess the word expedition would be undermining the four days we had .early morning, misty weather , an express way , what  better way can you ask for ,to  start a perfect ride?? Only that you starved for almost 2 hours without finding a restaurant. before the sun hits our head , we reached chitradurga,the enchanted fort remains, which are said to be the once habitat of the infamous rakshas “Hidumba” .. the first time i ever experienced the feel of actual rock climbing than the dummy ones that we see at malls and every nook and corner walls (scorning ).feeling sad that i got tanned for free…I can see my partner scorning me for saying that  ;). after our lunch and a light refreshment we head to the secret cave under the rocks..with out the aid of a guide we lead ourselves into the dungeon..ooohlala..there it was , the unfolded mystery of luxury from the BCs.later on we hoist ourselves to the land of ruins , the empire vijayanagara aka Hampi.

It would be really good and great if i publish the memoir via few pics….so here it goes..

to be  too lazy to write the whole thing, coz it takes a lot of brain refresh, since this travel  took place in august 2015, and i lost almost three quarter of a year behind  due to my laziness to complete i guess whomsoever is reading will surely visit hampi for i hope these pictures sure can lure you there ..