Monday, October 13, 2014



Freedom….


I just wonder when I hear some people boast that they are so called “self-made” or ferociously independent or never depend on anybody for anything at any point of time…..It is the highly improbable, irresponsible, insensitive and ignorant and an Idiotic statement……which is worth to be laughed at.
Freedom, free, independent or non-dependent these are just words…just spelt sounds that are away from the reality in its full form…This word is terribly misused by only one species of the large ecosystem which are dangerously sociable but self-centred….….fearfully and frighteningly destructive…….called humans or so called Man the thinker…..
Egos… taking different shape in the present society like personal, educational, cultural and religious superiority complexes with highly epidemic infection like EGO in the society of class system etc. result is restless society with hate, jealousy, wars, unsatisfied souls which have unending complains about the others of something or the other… 
Men are “born free”, a philosophical saying goes which Is which an abstract word of human society….it does not exist in nature…..you cannot exist without your so called unwanted or useless or harmful occupants like cockroach, mosquitoes, rats, snake, and the unwanted plants which we call weeds or any other living species or even non-living matter….are essential for your life...you snatch it directly or indirectly. It is the diversity mechanism that has operate constantly to keep the race to be in the race of time and space.
Anything that is free is, biologically unknown….it is limited and restricted to only and only to the human society….as you cannot just exist to live alone as you are helplessly dependent on so many things for your survival…..from the environment, where, even the so called the non-living state cannot exist purely or lonely or independently…..in a free state…even if it does in the form of compound, it is useless or at least limited in its presence in the crust of the earth to give an identity to other matter of the universe… So from atomic level to planetary or solar system the star and universe with its unimaginably huge participants….everything is interdependent absolutely in our cosmic existence.….
Freedom is permanently replaced by the human ego in all its splendor….in our society...the great people who taught us the concept of Freedom is not the EGO but purely the liberation from the self and to lead a simple but an essential component of the beautiful creation called the environment. Even, so called scientifically evolved positive thinking minds are no exceptions…
Nobody is ready to accept the reality with a natural humility that in this nature. You are just one species among all other components of the living or non-living ecosystem….
and that realization of identifying ourselves as one among the nature itself is the Free state of mind….with its rightful claim of the rule of the nature….and the simple living or life with the basic needs is the real freedom that we can try for… so that, this beautiful creation can survive in its natural majesty for time to come…..

Saturday, October 11, 2014


The Taciturn….
Majestically standing still in the open
Challenging the sun and the moon often
Erect and stillness frozen, rarely shows emotion 
With highly branched and shapeless arms points to the heaven
A unique canopy, vegetation green crown
Beads of multicoloured foliage of a topographical dimension
A diversified shape in required vertical position
In constant touch with the air
A latent unbroken kiss of the light
to stir The hydrated soil, a solution of ore and water
From its lethargic slumber to diffuse the matter
The tubular capillaries disobey the mother gravity
Carries in the tiny particles against the will of the magnetic austerity
Descends down the soil to search the soil
Microscopic hairs grope to gather in the darkness
Particle by particle search is taken and all arrested
To seize the earth fluid wealth molecule by molecule
To push and thrust to the photo space.
The plundered wealth smuggled in hush for ever
Highways and subways are all one way for smooth traffic
To the kingdom of foliage ruled by the green
An agreement is signed, an understanding reached
Between the sub terrain and the glittering space above
The pigment has signed a MOU with the emperor of light
A permanent import food package deal is reached by agreement
The solar furnace too philanthropic to reject the deal one-sided
An immortal union of light and matter processed and packed
An effective distribution is laid and maintained to satisfy
The hungry customers of this planet one and all…

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Germination….

Three fourth our somatic mass being water…!!!!
But still ...why?  
The seeds of love seldom germinate
From the sterile substrata of the cardiac field
The seeds of love not in the state of dormant
But in the state of a dead corpse,
The embryo inside the fort of fleshy selfish cotyledons
Replaced by the endosperm of lust and greed

All right....
Unseasoned, needed factors not in favour
But…at least
Why can’t it be a vegetative propagation?
To give itself a new formation,
 Into a selfless, sexless nonflowering generation?
By vegetative cell, to adopt to climatic extremes
That are unpredictable like nature itself….
 What about regeneration?
 Any organ, with its origin may result into a full being
But we are cursed and limited to only nails hairs….
Rarely replacement of skin but never a full scale moulting….

Lack of tubular body restricts perfect copulation….
 If we were to be hermaphrodite…???
 Opposite Sex cells take a polar position ever stationary
To grow into a caricature of genetic makeup,
To bloom into sum total of a craved humanity
Transgender where new ones are never born
Looked as if they are dangerous cactus thorn

Clowning produces exact Clowns or jokers or puppets
Whatever you call… just they are non-applicable lab products
Siblings need no biological sex parents,
Where amniotic fluid has no place
Only in demand breeds of needed specific hybrid
To end the beautiful biodiversity is very clear
Like reflection in the mirror…

Yes.
Seed of kindness, love for humans will never germinate
As it needs a suitable warmth of heart
The enzyme to enhance the division of concerns
Along with the complex social values not being too turgid….
Then we may hope one fine day
A miracle would happen and a cactus may germinate

Even in the great desert of aristocratic xeric heart!!!!!

Friday, September 12, 2014

ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ಬಂದದ್ ಬರೆದಾಗ!!! 

ಅರೆನಿದ್ರೆಯ ಅಮಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸೆರೆಯಾದ ನಿಶ್ಚಲ ಕಾಯಕ್ಕೆ
ತಾಳೆಯಾಗದ ದೃಷ್ಯ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳ ನಿಶ್ಭದ್ದ ನರ್ತನ
ದುರ್ಗದ ದುರ್ಗಮ ಕೋಟೆಯ ಯಾವುದೋ 
ವಸ್ತುಸಂಗ್ರಹಾಲಯದಲ್ಲಿ,ದೊಡ್ಡಮ್ಮನ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಬೊಜ್ಜದ ಭೂರಿಭೋಜನ.
ಅಲ್ಲಿಗೆ ನಾನೇ ಅಲಂಕಾರ ಬ್ರಾಹ್ಮಣ

ಬಾಳೆಲೆ ಹಸಿರಿನ ಎರಡು ಬದಿ ಅಲಂಕಿರಿಸಿದ ಮೇವು
ರಾಶಿ,ರಾಶಿ....ವ್ಯಂಜನ, ಖಾರ, ಸಿಹಿ,
ಹಸಿರಿನ ಊಟದ ಬಣಿವೆಯ ಇಕ್ಕಟ್ಟಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂತಿರುವ ರವೆಉಂಡೆ
ತೂತಿನ ವಡೆಯ ಜೊತೆಗೆ, ಗಹ,ಗಹಿಸಿ ನಕ್ಕವು ಗಾರಿಗೆಯ ಕೂಡಿ.....

ಜೋಕಾಲಿ ತೂಗಾಟಕ್ಕೆ ತೆಂಗಿನಮರದ ಮೇಲೆ ನಾನು
ಹೆದರಿ ಕಂಪಿಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ ಬೀಳುವ ಭಯದಲ್ಲಿ
ಯಾವಾಗ ಸೇರಿದೆನೋ ಊರ ಮಧ್ಯ ಮಾರುಕಟ್ಟೆ?
ಅಸಂಖ್ಯಾತ ಜನ ಕ್ರೂರ ಹಾಸ್ಯದ ನೋಟ
ಜೋರಾಗಿ ನಡೆದಿರು ವಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ವಹಿವಾಟು...

ಅರಿವಳಿಕೆಯ ನಶೆ ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣ ಇಳಿದು
ಪ್ರಜ್ಞೆ ಬಂದಾಗ ಪೂರ್ಣ ನಗ್ನಊರ ಮಧ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ
ನಡು ಹಗಲಲ್ಲಿ, ನಾಚಿಕೆಗೆ ನೀರಾಗಿ,
ನಡುಗಿ ಹಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲಾ ಉದುರಿ
ಬೊಚ್ಚುಬಾಯಿಯ ಮುದುಕ ನಾಗಿದ್ದೆ

ನಿಲ್ದಾಣತಿಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ, ವಿಮಾನದಲಿ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದೆ
ಕಂಡದ್ದು ಯಾವುದೋ ಹೆಸರಿರದ ಪರಕೀಯ ನಗರ?
ಖಂಡವೋ,ದೇಶವೋ ದ್ವೀಪವೋ? ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಕೇಳಿದ್ದೆ.
ಮೆಟ್ಟಿಲು ಸದ್ದಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಮೇಲೇರುತಿತ್ತುಎಸ್ಕಲೇಟರ್
ಅರಿವಾದದ್ದು ಮಾತ್ರ, ನನಗೆ ಮುಚ್ಚಿದ ಮುಕ್ತ ವೆಂಟಿಲೇಟರ್

ವಿಶಾಲ ಸಿಮೆಂಟ್ ಕ್ಯಾನ್ವಾಸ್
ಅರ್ಧವೃತ್ತದ ನೂರಾರು ಅಪೂರ್ಣ ಚಕ್ರಗಳು ಮೂಡುತ್ತಲೇ ಇವೆ
ಬಣ್ಣ ಮಾತ್ರತುಂಬುವರಿಲ್ಲ ಮೂಡುವ ಚಿತ್ರಗಳಿಗೆ
ಈ ಅಪೂರ್ವ ನವ್ಯಕಲೆ ಸೆರೆಯಾಗಿದೆ ಚೌಕಟ್ಟಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಹರಿದು ಚಿಂದಿಯಾಗಿ, ಕೋರಿಯಾದ ಹಸಿರುಕಾಡು
ಅಭಿಮನ್ಯು ಇಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಈ ಚಕ್ರವ್ಯೂಹ ಭೇದಿಸಲು
ಒಳಗೆ ಇರಬಹುದೇನೋ ಕೌರವ ಅಥಿರಥರು

ಕಾಡಿನಲಿ ಕಂಡ ಮೆಟ್ರೋ ರೈಲು, ಅಳಿಯಲು ಹೊರಟ
ಮಾಪಕ, ಪರ್ವತದ ವಿಸ್ತಾರ, ವೈಶಾಲ್ಯದೆತ್ತರ
ತಲುಪಿದೆ ಸುಬ್ರಮಣ್ಯ ಸುರಂಗಳ ಹಾವು ಹಳಿ
ಕತ್ತಲು ಬೆಳಕುಗಳ ಸತತ ಪಿಳಿ,ಪಿಳಿ
ಆಳ ಕಂದರಗಳಲಿ ಆಯತಪ್ಪಿ ಹರಿಯುವ
ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ಮಾನ್ಸೂನ್ ಪ್ರವಾಹ
ಪ್ರವಹಿಸಿದೆ ದಿಕ್ಕಿಲ್ಲದ ಇಳಿಜಾರಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಗುರುತ್ವಕ್ಕೆ ಸಹಜವಾಗಿ ತನ್ನಿಛ್ಚೆಯಂತೆ

ಅಸಮಂಜಸ, ಅಸಂಭದ್ಧ,ಅಸಹಜ
ಅಯಸ್ಕಾಂತ ಸೆಳೆತಕ್ಕೆ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಧೂಳಿಪಟ
ಕನಸು ಕವನವಾಗುವ ವಾಸ್ತವ,
ಕಪ್ಪು,ಬಿಳುಪೋ, ವರ್ಣಮಯ ಛಾಯೆಯೋ,
ಹಗಲು ಕನಸು ಇರಬಹುದು....
ಕನಸಿಗೂ ಅಷ್ಟೇಕೇ ಗಂಭೀರ ಚರ್ಚೆ?

ಹೌದು ಬೇಕೇ ಬೇಕು ಕನಸಸುಗಳ ಕವನಗಳು
ತಾಳೆಯಾಗದ ಕನಸುಗಳು, ತಾಳಬದ್ಧ ರಾಗಕ್ಕೆ ಧ್ವನಿಯಾಗಬೇಕು
ನಮ್ಮ ಘಾಡನಿದ್ರೆಗೆ ಬೇಕೇ ಬೇಕು
ಅಸ್ಪಷ್ಟ, ಅಸಂಗತ ಕನಸುಗಳು ನಮ್ಮ ವಿಶ್ರಾಂತಿಗೆ
ಕೊಂಡಿಕಳಚಿದ ಅಮೂರ್ತ ಅಸಹಜ ಬದುಕಿಗೆ
ನೈಜವಲ್ಲದ, ನನಸೇ ಆಗದ, ಕನಸಸುಗಳೇ,
ಇರಬಹುದು..... ಆದರೂ ಬೇಕು
ಬರಲಿರುವ ನಾಳೆಗಳಿಗೆ.....
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Thursday, September 4, 2014

The Misty hill called Maandalpatty….

Is it the pull of the peak that seduces you?
Or is it the experience of the climb of a challenge?
That stimulates your exploration 
Is this the height I thought I conquered?
Heavenly abode no sky above 
Nor earth below
Nor any soil green gravity can be traced
Mercilessly splashing rain drops pounded like thousand maces
The spectacles disappeared in the air like a whiz 
The mysterious mystical mist, a blind ally
The gushing wind taunts your bipedal posture
Half bent for the ascent of the steep step less slope

With my heart pounding, lungs gasping for the breath 
Felt awkwardly baseless, drifting in a hollow state
Descending like a cascade of rivulets 
Flooding down the ravaged boulders 
In the ravine aimless tributaries of the mist of the doom
The time stood still and the world dissolved
You are not there, for ever lost in the space 
Search for yourself
In the mighty unbeaten nature of cosmic beauty

For a second I feared the fatal blow of death,
Surrounded by all the elements of the universe
Unfolded in its naturally unbounded splendor
A feeling still unfelt for a long time
The fear filtered and trickled down to calmness 
At the peak of my deeper soul
Humbly with all humility,
I surrendered……..
An inner voice whispered and echoed
And reverberated in the misty valley 
Yes.
I am nonexistent….inconsequential….
In the infinity of the universe…..

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

ಸೀರಿಯಸ್ ಆಗಿ ತಗೋಬೇಡಿ.... ತಮಾಷೆಗೆ...

ಅಹಂ ಅನ್ನು ಜೋಪಾನದಿ ಪೋಷಿಸಿ,
ಕಾವುಕೊಟ್ಟು ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಿಡುವ ಹೊಚ್ಚಹೊಸ ಮಂತ್ರ, 
ಅತ್ಯಾಧುನಿಕ ಈ ಅದ್ಭುತ ತಂತ್ರ 
ಎಲ್ಲರ ಆಕರ್ಷಿಸಿ, ಗಮನಸೆಳೆದು ಜೀವಂತಿಕೆಯ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನ
ಹವಣಿಸುವ ಈ ಕುತಂತ್ರಕ್ಕೆ ಸಿಲುಕಿದವರು ಮಾತ್ರ ಅತಂತ್ರ
ಪ್ರಸಂಶೆಯ ಬೇಟೆ,ಯವ್ವನದ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಕಾಡಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಈ ಫೇಸ್ ಬುಕ್ ನ ಮೆಚ್ಚುಗೆಯ ಸಂಗೀತದಲ್ಲಿ ರಣಿಸುತ್ತದೆ 
ಸುಪ್ರಭಾತ ಯುವಕರ ಬೆಳಗಿನಲ್ಲಿ...

ನಾಲ್ಕಕ್ಷರದ ಈ ಸರಳ ಪದ ಆತ್ಮವಿಶ್ವಾಸವರ್ಧಕ ಸಾಧನ
ಕೆಳೆದ ವೇಳಾಪಟ್ಟಿಯ ಅನುಭವದ ಆಭಿವ್ಯಕ್ತಿ ಹಂಚಿಕೆ
ಸ್ವೀಕೃತಿಗೆ ರಸೀದಿ ಪಡೆಯಲು 
ಹವಣಿಸುವ ನೂರಾರು ಕಾತುರದ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳ ರೆಪ್ಪೆ ಮುಚ್ಚುವುದು ವಿರಳ 
ಮುಖಪುಸ್ತಕದ ಪರದೆಗೆ ಅಂಟಿಕೊಂಡೇ ಇರುತ್ತದೆ ಅಸ್ವಸ್ಠಮನ
ಯಾರಾದರೇನು, ಏನಾದರೇನು, ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದಲಾದರೂ ಓ.ಕೆ

ಮೆಚ್ಚುಗೆಯ ಪೆಟ್ಟಿಗೆಗೆ ನೆಟ್ಟಿರುವಕಣ್ಣು 
ಕಾಯುತ್ತವೆ ಮೆಚ್ಚುಗೆಮಾಪಕ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ 
ಏರುಪೇರಾದ ಹೃದಯ ಬಡಿತಕ್ಕೆ ಅವ್ಯಕ್ತ ಆನಂದ ಪಡೆಯುವ ಸ್ವೀಕೃತಿದಾರ
ಕಾಯುತ್ತಾನೆ ಎಣಿಕೆಗಾಗಿ, ಅಭಿಪ್ರಾಯಕ್ಕಾಗಿ
ತನ್ನೆಲ್ಲಾ ಚಂದಾದಾರ ಬಳಗದಿಂದ

ಬಾಜಿಕಟ್ಟಿದ ಜೂಜುಗಾರನಂತೆ ಕನಸಲ್ಲೇ ವಿಹ್ವಲ ವ್ಯಸನಿ
ಫಲಿತಾಂಶದ ನಿರೀಕ್ಷಣೆಯಲ್ಲಿ,
ಯಾವುದೋ ಹೊಸ ಕಂಪನಿಗೆ ಹಣಹೂಡಿದ ಶೇರುದಾರ
ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಪ್ರಕಟಿಸಿ ವಿಮರ್ಷೆಗೆ ಹವಣಿಸುವ ಯುವ ಲೇಖಕನ ಹಾಗೆ
ವೃತ್ತಿಬಳಗದ ಗ್ರಾಹಕರ ವಿಳಾಸ ಹುಡುಕುವ ಈ ಪ್ರಕಾಶಕ
ತಕ್ಷಣ ನೋಡಬೇಕಿದೆ ತನ್ನ ಪ್ರಕಟಣೆಗೆ ಹರಿಯುವ ಪ್ರತಿಕ್ರಿಯ
ಸಂವಾದ, ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದ, ಓದಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳಬಹುದೇ?

ಲೇಖಕನು ನೀನೇ,,, ಪ್ರಕಾಶಕ, ವಿಮರ್ಶಕನೂ ನೀನೇ
ಓದುಗನು ನೀನೇ....ಇನ್ಯಾಕೆ ನಿನಗೆ ಮಾರಾಟದ ಗೊಡವೆ? 
ಚಿಂತಿಸಬೇಡ....ಸಹೃದಯ ಕೂಟದಲಿ ನೂರಾರು ಉದಾರಿಗಳು,
ಓದದೆ ಒತ್ತುವ ಹವ್ಯಾಸಿ ಓದುಗರು...ಅವರೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಅಭಿಮಾನಿಗಳು
ನಾನೂ ಈ ಬಳಗದ ಆಜೀವ ಸದಸ್ಯ, ಅತಿ ಹಿರಿಯ.....
The dream....

The sedimentary rock 
An accretion and deposition of suspended incidents 
At the bottom of the cranial ocean
Weathered and layered in the course of time 
Of unforgettable interactions of the 
Receptors to pile up them in the stratosphere, systematically,
Of the space of ego, never forgotten

Often tectonic plates of desires, drifts and shifts to the extreme 
To the left and right 
Hemispheres of unsatisfied crave of social metabolism, 
Sins and virtues, guilt and greed
Of the cerebrum, due to intense tremors of interactions
Often overlaps in a wild wave of vile fallacy 

Unstoppable vibrations, haunts you in your subconscious
From North Pole to South Pole… in the form of film
On the screen of senseless existence 
Eyes closed, ear shut, nose indifferent and the skin ever non receptive
In deep slumber where body lies in state
And we moan in pain and mourn in joy.
We abruptly awaken to the absurdity of your SELF…

Thursday, August 21, 2014

ಈರುಳ್ಳಿ...




ರೂಪ ಬದಲಿಸಿ ಎಲ್ಲರ ಗ್ರಾಸವಾಗುವ ನೀನು
ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯ ಆಡುಗೆ ಕೋಣೆಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಆದರೂ,ಇತರರ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವವನ್ನೇ ನುಂಗುವ ಸರ್ವಾಧಿಕಾರಿ
ನೀನು, ನನ್ನ ಸಂಭಂದ ತಾಜ ಸಾವಯವ ಕರಳು ಬಳ್ಳಿ
ಅರಿತವಿರಿಗೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಇದರ ಅರಿವು,
ಇಲ್ಲವೇ, ಎಲ್ಲರನು ನೋಯಿಸಿ ಕಣ್ಣು ತೋಯಿಸುವ ನೀನು ಬಲು ಮಳ್ಳಿ.

ಬಹೀಷ್ಕೃತ ಅಸ್ಪೃಷ್ಯ...
ನಿನ್ನ ಅರಿತವರು ಬಹಳ ಕಡಿಮೆ
ಹೊರ ಹೊಳಪಿನ ಪಾರದರ್ಶಕ ಪದರ ಚಿನ್ನವೋ?
ಮಬ್ಬಾದ ಕೆಂಬಣ್ಣ ತಾಮ್ರವೋ? ಅಥವಾ ಎರಡೂ ಅಲ್ಲದ ಕುಗ್ಗುವ,
ಒಂದು ಅಲೋಹ, ತೆಳು ತಗಡು
ನಿರ್ಜೀವಾದ ಸಜೀವ ಪ್ಲಾಸ್ಮ ಪದರವೋ?
ನಿನ್ನ ಸರ್ವಾಂತರ್ರ್ಯಾಮಿ ಲೋಕಪ್ರಿಯತೆ, ಜನಮಾನ್ಯತೆ
ನಿನಗೊದಗುವ ಸನ್ಮಾನ ನನಗೆ ತರಿಸುವ ಅಶ್ರುಭಾಷ್ಪ,
ನಿರಂತರ...ಆನಂದವೋ? ಕಟ್ಟೆ ಒಡೆದ ದುಖವೋ?
ಕೇವಲ ಉರಿಯೋ, ಒಸರುವ ಸ್ರಾವಿಕೆಯೋ?

ನಿನ್ನ ಮಹಿಮೆ ನನಗೆ ದಿಗ್ಭ್ರಮೆ
ನಿನ್ನ ರೂಪ, ನಿಜ ಸ್ವರೂಪ,ರಚನೆ ಅತಿವಿಶಿಷ್ಟ
ಅಡ್ಡ ಕೊಯ್ದರೆ ಚಕ್ರ, ಉದ್ದ ಕೊಯ್ದರೆ ಶಂಖ...
ಪುಂಖಾನುಪುಂಕ ಸಮನಾಂತರ ಪದರ
ಜೀವನದ ಜಾಮಿತಿ, ವಿವರಣೆಗೆ ಇಲ್ಲ ಮಿತಿ
ಆದರೂ ನಿನಗ್ಯಾಕೆ ಬಹಿಷ್ಕಾರ ಮಡಿವಂತರಿಂದ
ನನಗಿದು ಬಿಡಿಸಲಾಗದ ಒಗಟು.

ನೀನು ಕಲಿಸುವ ಪಾಠ ಯಾವ ಧರ್ಮಗುರುವೂ ಬಡಿಸದ
ಅಪರೂಪದ,ಆದ್ಯಾತ್ಮದ ರಸ ಕವಳ....
ಹೌದು ರುಚಿರಹಿತ ಕಾಲನ ವಾಸ್ತವಕೆ,
ಸಿಹಿಯ ಸಹಿಸಿ ಕರಗದ ನಿನ್ನಮಿಲನ, ಅಸಂಭದ್ದ ಸಂತುಲನ
ಖಾರದಲ್ಲಿ ಕರಗುವ ಕರುಣೆ ಸಪ್ಪೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸೋಲಬೇಕೆ?
ಮಸಾಲೆಯ ಮಂಥನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮನಸೂರೆ ಗೊಳ್ಳುವ ನೀನು
ನಿಜಕೂ ಅತಿ ಪ್ರಭುದ್ದ ಜನರ ಚಪ್ಪರಿಸುವ ನಾಲಿಗೆಯಲ್ಲಿ

ಭೂಮಿ ದುಂಡಾಗಿದೆ ನಿಜ! ಬದುಕು ವೃತ್ತವೋ?
ನೇರ ಸರಳರೇಖೆಯೋ, ಅಥವಾ ಲಂಬಕೋನವೋ?
ನಿನ್ನ ಉರುಟಾದ ದೇಹಕ್ಕೆ ಅಯಸ್ಕಾಂತ ಸೆಳೆತ
ಕುತೂಹಲ, ಮಡಚಿ ಸುಕ್ಕಾದ ನಿನ್ನ ತಗಡು ಬಾಹ್ಯಪದರ
ಪದರ,ಪದರವಾಗಿ ನಿರ್ವಸ್ತ್ರಮಾಡುವ ನನ್ನ ದುಶ್ಯಾಸನ ಜಿಜ್ಞಾಸೆ

ಸುಲಿಯುತ್ತಾ ಹೋದಂತೆ, ಬಿಚ್ಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳುವ ನಿನ್ನ ಬಹುಪದರ ತ್ವಚೆ
ಕಳಚಿದಂತೆಲ್ಲಾ ಬೆತ್ತಲಾಗುವ ಬಯಲಲ್ಲಿ
ಕಂಡದ್ದು ಮಾತ್ರ ಅದೇ ಶೂನ್ಯ ಖಾಲಿ ಆಕಾಶ
ನೀನು ಶಂಖವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ ಚಕ್ರವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ
ನೋಟಕ್ಕೆ ನಿಲುಕದ ಬಹುರೂಪಿ, ನಿರೂಪಿ
ನೀನು ಮಾಯಾವಿ....

 



 

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Journey….

Had been on in the train on the track and that never rests
With a jerk and jolting, and rocking like a sieve that stains  
It is a long journey to an undisclosed mysterious location,
On board for a while, yet station undecided and unknown

Hard to see anything around for the details of the light less place  
As it was an opaque tour, I had to push my way into the compartment
Faces never imprinted, surroundings were blindly blurred and hidden
Effortlessly I was pulled and pushed in the crowd’s muscular force

When I realized I had to hunt for my seat in my mega mansion
And I think, I got one or helped to get one by my organic connection
Though I don’t remember, but accepted without clear conviction
They are the closet one to me in my journey since I entered the cabin

I remember my cabin as I am still living along the inmates few
Always around me mocking and consoling and ever encouraging
Guided to sit tight, to look and talk straight...lighted the path in groping
Loaded with affection to the full, gently pushed to answer the ultimate

No need to name the relation with your constant companion kin
Under the same moving roof sharing the pleasure and pain
An unknown bondage of co travelers indeed, men or women
Co-passengers, cabin neighbors, faceless tourists ever on the run

Over loaded and jammed in the main chain with a strange feeling
Of oneness and loneliness without contact with no meaning
Among all commuters, pushing, squabbling and of course, cursing
Attacking in the ascend and defending the descend, but never stopping

The engine whistles to tear into the darkness through the hills,
Over the bridges, slopes in varying moods of agony and ecstasy
And along the green pastures and the blue ocean in a great passion
The engulfed tracks in the dim lights leave a trail on the speedy wall  
  
In a single track of the exploded rock, the journey continues to mock
Ignorant of the unavoidable final lap, none ready for even a short break
Unaware of the unseen derails, mails his joy through email memory
Fuming smoke disappears in the dead dark briefs you the summary

Peep out of the cabin and get out of the mess for the danger
There…Countless commuters in our unending rail passage
Smiling carelessly with arrogance with their journey mates…
All, together, closely packed, brushing and squeezing one another

Difficult, it is to pass the time shielded by inescapable silence
Pressed to the thighs one by one blinking wildly into the dull roof
Unexpectedly gets up one and chased promptly by other hundred
Rush to the food counter in a stampede to get their dreamed menu

Like an army without a captain battles their way in a great rush
Where is the target? And what is the hit? Yet proclaimed victorious
Nailed to their seats, the special ones get all in remoteness first class
Never it occurs to them speed of the train is constant to everyone

The hunger is absolutely accurate and timely for all the creation
Seldom realize the volatile aliens, high collared men or women
Show off their pride like a just married bride, but cared by none
Sealed to their pedestal of ego and waits endlessly for someone

You may be a distant traveler or a local guy of a nearby mountain
My fellow traveler…freeze in the present, till the journey stops steaming
Be patient, till the doors are thrown opened for you to dissolve into the darkness
Be assured, I will never ask you about your destination…the tour is yet to end.




Thursday, July 31, 2014

The Misty hill called Maandalpatty….


Is it the pull of the peak that seduces you?
Or is it the experience of the climb of a challenge?
That stimulates your exploration 
Is this the height I thought I conquered?
Heavenly abode no sky above 
Nor earth below
Nor any soil green gravity can be traced
Mercilessly splashing rain drops pounded like thousand maces
The spectacles disappeared in the air like a whiz 
The mysterious mystical mist, a blind ally
The gushing wind taunts your bipedal posture
Half bent for the ascent of the steep step less slope

With my heart pounding, lungs gasping for the breath 
Felt awkwardly baseless, drifting in a hollow state
Descending like a cascade of rivulets 
Flooding down the ravaged boulders 
In the ravine aimless tributaries of the mist of the doom
The time stood still and the world dissolved
You are not there, for ever lost in the space 
Search for yourself
In the mighty unbeaten nature of cosmic beauty

For a second I feared the fatal blow of death,
Surrounded by all the elements of the universe
Unfolded in its naturally unbounded splendor
A feeling still unfelt for a long time
The fear filtered and trickled down to calmness 
At the peak of my deeper soul
Humbly with all humility,
I surrendered……..
An inner voice whispered and echoed
And reverberated in the misty valley 
Yes.
I am nonexistent….inconsequential….
In the infinity of the universe…

Tortoise....
Though a terrestrial lung breather 
Takes up the omnipresent state like an amphibian
Sometimes, with its adaptability takes the form of dual habitat
Carries a huge burden of tetra-pod, in the lane 
And out of the lake
An immortal with a longest life period among the mortals,

Funny indeed to hide its tapeworm like head 
In an awkward neck of elastic length
The crucified corpse lays facing the earth
Under the huge flattened boulder shell
Though a slow and sluggish slug 
But a supreme exponent of patience unknown
Never fond of acceleration and loves only gravitation,
By the way where is your tail?

As a sure winner the world over
His pace is never debated
A runner ever in all the case only to be chased
But never allowed to speed behind any athlete 
Yet honoured as a winner always in all the race, 

Listed, graded and underlined in the evolution calendar
Neither neglected nor glorified unwittingly 
So he thinks the earth and life follow him
He is life and his life right….

For ever lives in the impregnable fort in his own shell 
Rarely ventures to peep out for contact like an outcast
But comfortably contented in his dark hell
An aristocratic untouchable species unchanged
Naturally acclaimed in universal unison 
An addled stoic idiot fancies he is mirrored in the life
As negligent as an indifferent adolescent 

Oh…poor tortoise
Why don’t you realize 
no more the world of Mesozoic era
it is the dust of the milk age
You have been left far, far behind
Come out of your overprotective gear
And live in the crowded fair…and breathe the fresh air…
Or else …
You will be crushed
Under your own over shielded weight
Poor, poor tortoise…..
Can’t help… till you ease out your ego……

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