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Dance is an Art, sometimes represented in tales performed by children
Pigeons were once Mesengers
The Beautiful City of Bengaluru (from a Terrace)
Pigeons Feed
The Curiosity of Innocence
Statues are built only of the Reverred
Blossoms at their Best

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Sunset and Music – Elated Feelings

Nature – At Coorg
My First Musical Instrument
For the Love of Music
The Dawn of War
The Dawn of War


The Dog’s Feast
Iridescent Wings
Getting Cozy in Winter
Vihan Damaris


The First Tirthankara in Jainism
Little moments of Joy
Spud In The Box

Not How Often You Fall

Like shards of a crystal, I once broke,
Is the peril that haunts me.
Oh, how the blood oozed across my skin;
‘Red’ was all I did see.

Suffocated by the sound of voices
That keep speaking from my mind,
I’m afraid I’d forget to breathe
Before any solace that I find.

“It won’t end like this!” I say
And subject me do penance.
“It won’t be long; I must!” I say,
Hoping to end all the nuisance.

Days pass by,
Each moment felt like a lifetime tenure
Like bitter medicine,
Necessary, but the only cure.

At last, I felt it;
My time was done.
The clouds had cleared
And I saw the sun.

Each breath, so forth
Drew me closer and closer
To all, I was made for.
I triumphed in all I did, over and over.

Then I said to all,
“It is not how often you fall,
But how often you push the earth
To make the world know your worth.”

Music Events

The Humming Tree – Open Mic


Music Events

At Open Sky Bangalore 17th Edition




The past is gone, the future’s here;
As I live this moment, another seems to appear.
Time is like the waters flowing downstream,
We drink only a portion of it at a time.

We don’t dwell in the waters that flow further down;
We do not dwell in the waters that approach us.
We focus on the water that can be cupped by our hands
As that is what that quenches thirst.

Why then do we dwell in our past?
Why are we anxious about our future?
When we know that the present will matter the most,
Why do we let go of our grasp?

Prose Poetry

Creative Minds

Let’s create something. Yes.
All you folks with a vivid imagination. I know you can create a world around you. You can create individuals, their characters and their looks. You have enough creativity to create things in your mind that don’t exist. It’s sheer brilliance.
I know you folks who can recall memories no matter how old, like YouTube videos that can be played at any time (but without internet or buffering). I know your photographic memory can recall the pages of your notebook in your own handwriting, during an exam. You know whether it was on the left page or the right; on the top, middle or at the bottom. I know you can even recall a word you scratched out.
And all those among you who are into music, I know how you can predict how each note would feel and sound, just before you play it. I know sometimes you play an entire piece of the guitar and can’t figure out how you did it ‘cause of muscle memory.
I know you have the perfect explanation for extremely complicated things in life. I know your memory is so strong that it links every word or image you hear or see to yet another image or memory. This instinctive linking ability within you makes you grasp things easily.
I know you have secrets. Not one or two, but so many that you selectively share them. You store them like “Horcruxes” (term by JK Rowling) in your close friends.
Your abilities are beyond your imagination, dear creative souls. Never stop. Never change.
Let’s create something. Yes.
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At Open Sky Bangalore 15th Edition



Thoughts of Despair

Life at this juncture,
Whispers in my ear;
Tells me a story I didn’t expect,
Fills me up with fear.

Little did I know,
Life would be this way.
Dark and cold, like Blizzard,
No sun, no ray, no hope.

But then I felt a tap
On my shoulder, it was.
Be gentle she told me.
This too shall pass, just because
It has to.

Destiny does not speak
But comes whenever unasked.
Your life’s not a tale of doom,
You just need it unmasked.

I lay there with my thoughts,
My mind alights like the stars.
It was an elixir, it was her-
She healed me from all my scars.


Just You


When we’re both ready,
Sufficiently, for each other,
Heavens would think it’s time
Like there couldn’t be another.
A time to let their story for us
Be declared complete;
A time they think it’s right
To watch it all happen;
Take a backseat.

A story I may not be able to enunciate,
But feel every moment like the last.
You are someone I never lost hope for,
Though terrifying in the past.
My fingers tuck the streaks of hair
That fall over your eyes, right behind your ears.
Your eyes would smile at me,
In a way that wasn’t meant just for your peers.

You understand me even before I say a word,
But you hear me out.
(It’s as if you could read my mind.)
Overwhelmed I am,
There’s nothing we couldn’t talk about.
I play your tunes on my strings;
How attentively you listen!
As if each song was your favourite;
You couldn’t think of another, then.

Your companionship sets me free
From all that I thought was once impossible.
It’s Just You I want,
I could never find anyone more loveable.
The Heavens are happy with what they created
When they see us looking up at the starlit sky.
It’s Just You I need,
Today, tomorrow and any day that could ever pass by.