The night of thoughts

Not on dope, not on wine, but I am on a high that is more intense than any other, ever. The violin and the saxophone. I feel lost in the darkness of tonight.

The curtains swing and seduce me like a lady in red.

The mystery with highlights of the moon on its hair. This beauty by my side, I will never forget, not the way it looks tonight.

There is some thing about this night. A spell cast around.

Weeps and tears whisper in the corners of my room and if you can be silent to hear them, you discover a new self.  

The smoke filled room reminds of time gone by. Like a memory that wants to fade out. Yet can never go. The fragrance remains with you.

This night brings it all to you.

I am a dreamer and will always be.

Its only time that you can take from me, not my dreams. I feel immortal because I can dream.

I couldn’t sleep at all tonight. Just to let you know, every night remind me of you.

I still love you.

Chunchi Falls with William

Nice road Bangalore, one of the best roads you could drive on.
My Alto was tearing the wind apart and i reached the highest yet, on my car. 146 Km/hr.

Once you reach Kanakpura Village on NH209, the traffic goes weak and you drive through the canopies. The trees from the opposite sides of the road reach out to hug and kiss. You often get so engrossed looking at them that you forget you are driving.


There is a left turn and you reach the lush green fields and far away the blue mountains.
Drive 25 Kms through and you are on the top of a hill, and down below you lies the water fall.









A short trek and you have the brown old earth smiling at you. You can hear the water flow.
Climb through the boulders and you will be in front of  it.




She exalts and splash down making a rumble that will numb your ears.
Yet there is a music, that you know for sure, but cant find the tunes.
I kept wondering as i herd her.


Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?



 The sun up in the sky kept smiling at my soliloquies and my vain attempts to understand her.
The beauty that frenzied in front of me.
Probably he sees it every day and finds pleasure in this dazed astonishment of every man who treks down here.



As I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more....

Chunchi Falls Bangalore

MG Road with Alfred and Rudyard

The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas

The darkness had grasped the city. The clock ticked 1 A.M..
I was witness to the dark beauty of this sinful night.
In the shadows and in the low lights was poverty hidden behind brushes of lipstick and eye liner.

MG Road Bangalore.

The glitters of the malls, fade out before midnight, the street lights keeps staring at the empty roads.
The only thing open is a bunch of cursed human, who has themselves in offer, and nothing else to fight their curse of poverty.  


The highway man comes riding riding riding. 

But there isn't any landlord's black eyed daughter 
The dark red knot isn't of any love.
Yet there waits a Bess 

The highway man whistles a tune to the darkness.. and out comes poverty hidden behind shades of cheap colours. 

"One kiss o my bonny sweet heart, and you shall get your prize for tonight." says the highway man.


With eyes of hollow madness and hairs like mouldy hay appears from the corner a person who has come to sell another.
A whisper and the man counts the notes. He has earned his living for the night. 


Off they go breaking the silence. Tlot Tlot Tlot Tlot breaks the frosty silence and off they go. 


I remain a dumb witness to this and say to myself: 

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son! 


I regret knowing those lines of Rudyard. I wish i knew not, how to run. I would have stopped a sin. 

Nandi Hills and Pete

The dawn was yet to break in. The street lights tried their best to keep the darkness away. The sky was cloudy and the moon playing hide and seek amidst the clouds.

It was 4 o clock in the morning and a roar of the engine broke the silence of the sleepy night. The head lights beamed and off we go to reach the clouds.

Nandi hills, only 80 Kms away from the rumble of the city. The clouds kiss the mountain and you can see the valleys below.

You wait till you cross the international airport of Bangalore and then you can test the might of your car. The road, like a ribbon of moonlight, lies ahead of you with not much surprises in offer.
We reached 120 Km/hr on my  Maruti Suzuki Alto.

The Nandi village is a small village amidst the grape vines. This is the last village where you can sip caffeine and nicotine before you begin your 7 Kms ascent on to the hill. 

 The meandering road pulls you away 1448 meters away from the worries of your time crunched life.

I had Pete Seager telling me ballads of how the big rock candy mountains had bull dogs with rubber teeth and trees that grew cigarettes and how did alcohol came trickling down the streams. I wonder if Pete ever came to this place to write those lines.
The mist, the trees, the mountain and the ballads of Pete take you to a world you have never been before.

There is a ticket if you have to go beyond this pleasure. Costs you Rs. 80.
Pay that money, if you want to know what cloud no 9 is.


At the top when your reach ---

Down in the valleys..
Valleys so low..
Hang your head over ..
Hear the wind blow ..
Hear the wind blow love.. hear the wind blow.




The only thing that happens to you is "happyness".You realize happiness is not a pursuit.