La mar alcanzó a casa

This is my institute stadium. A 400mtr track completely submerged under waist deep water! Chennai rocks or not...it sure does flood!

The Serpentine Hallucinator

This is one poem that i wrote on a fine bangalore morning which came without the ending of the day...

This is no Dante, this is no Milton,
But the poetry i pen
is one, written in a hallucinating den!

No smoke rises, nor does it fall,
for my mind goes in a free for all!

Oh! The high you get,
of insomnia, is not one you forget!

At four in the morn or say should i night?
The mind goes in spin, ...I forget the lines!

Audrey Hepbern i see in Roman Holiday,
The next is the Scorpio in the sky so gay!

Soon it shall be twilight,
And i love the smell of night!

The Draco nor Pisces I can spot,
But I guess here I should put a dot!

So sleep well you drunk guy,
Good-night, sweet dreams, good-bye!

Nirvana Cafe

Time: 5:06 AM 24th October, Monday
Music: Karunesh + Raindrops in the jungle
Its raining outside and i am awake. Its not pouring and i am not asleep. I can hear the consistent, persistant, constant rain falling on the forest that my window overlooks. The mind is numb and surprisingly aware at the same time and following my recent tradition i write extempore. I understand that i am incoherent but thats conscious incoherence because silence begets the deepest philosophy and ambiguity makes clear the true path.

Enough!!!