Lust

Those nerves of strength running through his hand,
those muscles pulling hard,
like metal over rubber they complement,
like water and oil they rarely blend,
those limbs of a man and that speed of an animal,
those hard stares and fierce attitudes,
that strength and the power,
that silent demeanor which makes one hover,
they pull apart and command;
they call unto and demand;
like a rabbit in its burrow: just stuck but not scared,
like a horse in a race with a handsome face,
all these and many more, noticed but yet untold,
all of it relished in thoughts: seemingly quite bold,
Some like it, but not bare,
Some fear it, but fear is thrill,
Its hidden, if under a hood,
If its lust its quitely understood.........

Primates

One of the best spiritual entourages I ve been to has been to a hill temple at Shollingur...Its marvellous and scenic.Both peaceful and exciting at the same time.The story goes that inorder to cool down after killing Hiranyakashyap, Lord Narasimha came to the main hill and rested in yogic posture at its peak.Alongside there is another smaller hill where Lord Hanuman is in a similar posture.It is proved that the line of sight between the two idols match perfectly as if one were teaching the other....!

I climbed a total of 1308 steps up the first hill, and 805 steps up the second hill : all in a matter of hours :P...I guess some divine force was at work ;)

But the best part of this journey were the monkeys all around...I ve captured some exciting clicks: some of which I treasure the most...Check them out :)

My destination!!

Now my journey:

Chalo lets have breakfast !

We two ours one :P!!

Oh...please wake up for the family pic atleast :P!!

I wont share... :/

Down the rocky hill!!

Introspection: life is long and tough!

Wake up dad!!

Should I say 'Cheese' or 'banana'??

Planning...

Now he escapes... 

Still a long way!

Part of nature...

Oh this breeze :) and that monkey :P!

Is it a movie?

Back down...a panoramic view!

The path....... :)

Have a nice day!

My Grandpa

There he was,teasing me every time I made a silly mistake.
He was always around to pull my sister's legs.
He was an ocean of sporting knowledge: be it cricket, football, tennis or anything in the world.
He was my first Mathematics teacher.
He helped me with the most critical times of my life : admissions, decisions and all...
He took immense pride in me and my achievements, however trivial....

He held my head when my ears were pierced as a child,his shoulder was my pillow and his words my command....

He had a funny way of expressing love, like all men; he never admitted his love but showed immense care...

I love him and would miss him dearly...Now,I am left with memories of long hours of playing non-stop Monopoly with him, his smiling face and his endearing personality and so much more,

My grandpa has lived his life, a full circle of struggle and success, of sorrow and surprise, of joy and jest......

This poem is for him.......

As tear drops silently trickle they wipe off the scars of unsaid words and unexpressed love,

The light wind and the bright azure sky brings with it a message of love and care,

Unveiling the flavours of a life, lived upto its brim and with only joy to share,

You lie there and right here in my heart as a part of my existence,

Those evenings of pleasant rendevous and chess matches,

Those afternoons of heavy lunch and non-stop games,

Those early morning walks in the company of birds, 

You have given me those and many more,

To you and to all those who love me I truly belong and through me you shall live long.......