As we walk to the top, Bonded by memories old, I ask the air around, Do you catch my drift. We indulge in conversations, As we watch blue seas crash ashore, I ask the melody in the water, Do you catch my drift. We feel the sun burn down, As we play in the shine it provides, I ask the intense heat upon us, Do you catch my drift. As we sit on top, Surrounded by warm summer breeze, A new chapter in our memory unfolds, Driven by our passion for music. We are brothers born of circumstance, Born from the experience we share, A cosmic connection between minds, Spins musical magic every time. Do you catch my drift, It is in the air we breathe, In the ground we stand, And the magic of music we share.

Photo by Anders Jildén A lot of me is because of a beautiful night I once saw on an evening in Coimbatore. There was a blackout as usual and to escape the mosquitoes I ran to the terrace. The terrace was lit. It didn't strike me at first. As I stand there wondering where the light was coming from, the red moon rises from the East. It was really late even for the moon and I sat there under it's mellow light for the night. At 3 am I had an epiphany. I wished to pen down my excitement. Now came my dilemma, my vocabulary was extremely poor, horrible spelling and a sense of grammar that made kinder garden students look like champions. But I penned it down non the less.  It's been 6 years, I am better off today. With a great deal of help from people I met across years I was able to bootstrap a decent amount of vocab, spelling and grammar. But every time I see a full moon I am immediately transported back to that dark moon lit night in Coimbatore and I am writing agai...

Photo by Turtle Photography I wonder about life in blues skies, I wonder about life in the depths of the seas, I wonder if they would trade places, Thinking the other is better. The sun glaces over the coral reefs, Like wind skimming over blades of grass, School of fish swim the wilderness, Like stallions sprinting across prairie grasslands. Yet I wonder,  Do they look for something new, Something that is fresh, Something with the promise of being better. But then, I see their collective dependence, They are serene because of it, Their ways of living off one another, Each helping the other live better. So, I lie beneath blue skies and wonder, Should I be looking for something new, I lie ashore blue seas and white sandy beaches and ponder, Maybe better, is right here!  I could never be sure, Then again, I don't think they were either, We had this thing in common, We were all searching for something better.

Photo by David deLeon Today I am listening to 'both sides now - Joni Mitchell' while having a conversation with a friend. Some times memories are wonderful. Some are ever lasting. I have known it for a while but I never thought of giving it a name. Something that survives as long as I am alive, no matter how long ago. Our life spans over decades, Our memories range in millions. Some are happy some in sorrow, Most fade as we move on. And then there are some, They touch you every time, The memory born true, With feelings you'd always remember I know them today, As one that forge character, As one that can take you back, Connect my today with yesterday They are the ones that shape my dreams, They are the ones that push me everyday, They are the ones that helps me decide, Where I wish to be in the glorious future Born through the true test of time, Etched in the core of your mind, A memory entwined with passion, Abs...

There is a goal at heart, Always strive to achieve. Try and try again, To fulfill its ambitions. Fall again and again, Morals down in the dump. Trying to bounce back, With earnest effort to push through. All odds seems to oppose, No door looks open. Yet knocking, one after the other, With hope, one will eventually. The heart is focused while the mind wavers, The will is strong while health holds steady, One lesson at a time in an ocean of chapters, Looking for success in a seemingly endless failure. The doors open up, The light at the end of the tunnel in sight, The promised success approaches, Victorious with flying colours, a warrior hero.

We paddle across time, Each stroke adding to our age Time waits for none, Yet we don't realise. Every memory forged in time, Never to come back. Every friend we meet, Time has amnesia, he remembers none. Tick tock tick tock, There goes our life. Tick tock tick tock, Time is a nomad, he walks on. People drift apart, Forgetting those lovely moments, Running farther and farther from each other, Time is a runner, he waits for none. Where did those emotions go, All are forgotten, What happened to our relationships, Time is stone cold, he is always alone. Memories are always created, She remembers all. the good, the bad and the ones we wish to forget, Memory is a time traveller, a doorway to our past.