Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Spoon
Many a times, I think I need nothing,
But a SPOON to set things right :-)
With a spoon, I can, spot a dead fly in a 250 worth soup !!
Sshh, adjust my smudged lipstick before he turns up
Pound the table to seek my husband's attention
Cast it as a weapon accusing him or her,
Play with it to say "I love you"
Spoon a better spectacle where in I can close one eye and make the rest of the world disappear..
ನೋವು ಎಂಬ ರಹಸ್ಯ
ಮಾತೊಂದು ಬಂದು, ತುಟಿಯಂಚಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತು ಇಣುಕಿತು,
ಆ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳ ಸಂದಿನಲ್ಲೇ ನಿಂತು ಮಿಂಚಿತು.
ಆ ನೂಕು ನುಗ್ಗಲ ಸಂಭ್ರಮವಿಲ್ಲದ ಮಡಿದ ಭಾವನೆಗಳು..
ನಿನ್ನೊಡನೆ ಯಾವಾಗಲಾದರೂ ,
ನನ್ನೊಡನೆ ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ,ಮಿಂಚಿ ಕಣ್ಮರೆ ಆಯಿತು.
ಇರುವ ಕೆಲವೊಂದು ಅಕ್ಷರಗಳು, ಶಬ್ದಗಳ ವಸ್ತ್ರವನ್ನು ತೊಟ್ಟು,
ತುಟಿಗಳ ಅಂಗಳದಲ್ಲಿ ಆಡುತ್ತಿವೆ.
ಧ್ವನಿಗಳೇ ಇಲ್ಲದ ಧ್ವನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಮರೆತಿವೆ
ಇರುವ ಆ ಒಂದು ಮಾತು ಮಾತ್ರ ಅಲ್ಲೇ ಗುಪ್ತ ಹೆಣವಾಗಿ ಉಳಿದಿದೆ.
ಇರಲಾರದ, ಬದುಕಲಾರದ ಆ ಗೊತ್ತು ನಿನಗೂ ಇದೆ,
ಯಾವುದರ ಅರಿವು ನನಗೂ ಇದೆ..
ಮೌನ ಮಾತನಾಡದೆ, ಪ್ರೇಮ ಗುಪ್ತಗಾಮಿನಿಯಾಗಿಯೇ ಉಳಿಯಿತು.
After all, why does the little heart wail
When clouds of pain spreads,
When shadows of melancholy swing,
When tears fail to cup the eyes,
When the lonely heart wails shivers,
I console it..
After all, why do you wail ?
A daily act of life it is, where you are walked upon,
Where you are bisected even before you desire to open.
With these undisturbed silences,
The needles of time distributes its share of sorrow;
With no one to borrow it
Friday, January 18, 2013
I THE ROBOT
What is it to be a Robot ?
A pride ?
A honour ?
A Rajnikant movie flick with an unusual movie title
I dont know, becoz here I am
Programmed with limited goals and least responses ( Husbands, hear it, you belong to my fraternity)
Crafted to spend time doing menial tasks,
Liable to be shut down without any reason & far too difficult to fix.
And yet, I hear people say, Oh man, you have a robot that takes care of all
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
AGE -GROWING OLD
AGE- GROWING OLD
With summers and springs,
jogging away,
Marooned winters are not far way….
Seeking pleasures to martyring needs,
A journey with no ends,
But only jumbled means.
Left are all the days in my grip less fist,
Where my belongingness and loneliness lie
Peacefully in a mist.
Lying within my terrestrial ties,
Are all dispatched connections and
Disconnected connections….
Where my connection to be with them is
“WORK IN PROGRESS” with
“NEVER TO BIND”
“AND DO NOT TRY TO FIND”
With summers and springs,
jogging away,
Marooned winters are not far way….
Seeking pleasures to martyring needs,
A journey with no ends,
But only jumbled means.
Left are all the days in my grip less fist,
Where my belongingness and loneliness lie
Peacefully in a mist.
Lying within my terrestrial ties,
Are all dispatched connections and
Disconnected connections….
Where my connection to be with them is
“WORK IN PROGRESS” with
“NEVER TO BIND”
“AND DO NOT TRY TO FIND”
Harohalliya aa mule degula
ಹಾರೋಹಳ್ಳಿಯ ಆ ಮೂಲೆ ದೇಗುಲ
ನದಾಸ್ವರಗಳ ನಾದಾವಿಲ್ಲ,
ವೇದ ಘೋಷಗಳ ಮೊಳಗಿಲ್ಲ,
ಆಸೆಬುರುಕ ಭಕ್ತರ ಸಾಲಿಲ್ಲ,
ದಕ್ಷಿಣೆಯ ದಾಕ್ಷಿಣ್ಯ ಇಲ್ಲ
ಹಾರೋಹಳ್ಳಿಯ ಆ ಮೂಲೆ ದೇಗುಲ !
ಸುಪ್ತ ಮನಗಳ ಇಂಗಿತ ಅರಿತಂತಿದೆ ಆ ದೇಗುಲ
ನಿರ್ಲಿಪ್ತೆಯ ವಸ್ತ್ರ ಧರಿಸಿದ್ದಾನೆ ಆ ದೇಗುಲದ ಒಡೆಯ
ಶಾಂತ ಪ್ರಶಂತತ್ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬದುಕು ಉಳಿದಿದ್ದಾನೆ ಆ ದೇಗುಲದ ಒಡೆಯ
ನಮ್ಮೆಲರನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು, ಸ್ವಾರ್ಥದ ಹಾಡಿಗೆ ಮುಖಗೊಟ್ಟು ಮಲಗಿದ್ದಾನೆ…
ದೇವರು: "ನಿಮ್ಮ ತಪ್ಪುಗಳ ಸರೆಮಾಲೆಗಳ ಬೇತಾಳ ಬೇಡ
ಸಾಕಪ್ಪ ಸಾಕು, ನೊಂದ ಕಣ್ಣಿರಿನ ಹೊಳೆ ಒರಸಿ,
ಬೀಳುವ, ಏಳಲಾಗದಿರುವ ಮೌಲ್ಯ ತಕ್ಕಡಿಯ ಅಳತೆ ಬೇಡ,
ಹರಕೆ ತಿರಿಸಲಾಗದ ಹೊಣೆಗಾರಿಕೆಯು ಬೇಡ,
ಮುಖವಾಡ ಹೊತ್ತ ತೆನಾಲಿ ರಾಮಾರೂ ಬೇಡ,
ನರಭಕ್ಷಕರ ರಕ್ತ ಕೊಡಿ ಬೇಡ,
ಕಾವೇರಿಯ "ಕಾ" ವೇರುವ ವಾಗ್ವಾದ ಬೇಡ,
"ತಾಜ್" ವಿನ ಭಯ ವೈಭವೂ ಬೇಡ,
ಮುಘ್ಧತೆಯ ಹತ್ಯೆಯೂ ಬೇಡ,
ನಾನು ನಿಮ್ಮಂತೆ ಬದುಕು ಉಳಿಯುತ್ತೇನೆ ,
ನಾನು ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನ ಮನೆ "ಇವಿಷ್ಟೇ ಸಾಕು"
ನದಾಸ್ವರಗಳ ನಾದಾವಿಲ್ಲ,
ವೇದ ಘೋಷಗಳ ಮೊಳಗಿಲ್ಲ,
ಆಸೆಬುರುಕ ಭಕ್ತರ ಸಾಲಿಲ್ಲ,
ದಕ್ಷಿಣೆಯ ದಾಕ್ಷಿಣ್ಯ ಇಲ್ಲ
ಹಾರೋಹಳ್ಳಿಯ ಆ ಮೂಲೆ ದೇಗುಲ !
ಸುಪ್ತ ಮನಗಳ ಇಂಗಿತ ಅರಿತಂತಿದೆ ಆ ದೇಗುಲ
ನಿರ್ಲಿಪ್ತೆಯ ವಸ್ತ್ರ ಧರಿಸಿದ್ದಾನೆ ಆ ದೇಗುಲದ ಒಡೆಯ
ಶಾಂತ ಪ್ರಶಂತತ್ಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬದುಕು ಉಳಿದಿದ್ದಾನೆ ಆ ದೇಗುಲದ ಒಡೆಯ
ನಮ್ಮೆಲರನ್ನು ಬಿಟ್ಟು, ಸ್ವಾರ್ಥದ ಹಾಡಿಗೆ ಮುಖಗೊಟ್ಟು ಮಲಗಿದ್ದಾನೆ…
ದೇವರು: "ನಿಮ್ಮ ತಪ್ಪುಗಳ ಸರೆಮಾಲೆಗಳ ಬೇತಾಳ ಬೇಡ
ಸಾಕಪ್ಪ ಸಾಕು, ನೊಂದ ಕಣ್ಣಿರಿನ ಹೊಳೆ ಒರಸಿ,
ಬೀಳುವ, ಏಳಲಾಗದಿರುವ ಮೌಲ್ಯ ತಕ್ಕಡಿಯ ಅಳತೆ ಬೇಡ,
ಹರಕೆ ತಿರಿಸಲಾಗದ ಹೊಣೆಗಾರಿಕೆಯು ಬೇಡ,
ಮುಖವಾಡ ಹೊತ್ತ ತೆನಾಲಿ ರಾಮಾರೂ ಬೇಡ,
ನರಭಕ್ಷಕರ ರಕ್ತ ಕೊಡಿ ಬೇಡ,
ಕಾವೇರಿಯ "ಕಾ" ವೇರುವ ವಾಗ್ವಾದ ಬೇಡ,
"ತಾಜ್" ವಿನ ಭಯ ವೈಭವೂ ಬೇಡ,
ಮುಘ್ಧತೆಯ ಹತ್ಯೆಯೂ ಬೇಡ,
ನಾನು ನಿಮ್ಮಂತೆ ಬದುಕು ಉಳಿಯುತ್ತೇನೆ ,
ನಾನು ಮತ್ತು ನನ್ನ ಮನೆ "ಇವಿಷ್ಟೇ ಸಾಕು"
Give love to my wings
"Take away love, & our earth's a tomb". When we say or express "I LOVE YOU", it means, giving you totally minus ego, minus 'I'. Love's a flower & a river that needs to spread its fragrance & waters to all barren hearts. Holding love too tight makes it lose its sanctity & freedom. This story is about me.
I longed desperately for love. As always, one evening when I was taking a stroll in the gardens, I found a two starving birds that were craving for love & attention just as me. I took them home & put them in a small gliding cage. Nurturing them with love, care, attention, which I had been craving for, I gave all to them & they grew strong. Every morning I was greeted with a good song. I wouldn't say, I was falling in love but love was making me rise. Though I had a full- fledged family, I still craved for love attention.
My husband,is busy in his world & he has hardly found time & given his love to our child & me. Yet I have been waiting like a barren land for his showers of love continuously for 3 long years. Absent mindedly, I left the cage open one day. The larger & the stronger of the 2 birds flew off. I was watching anxiously as it circled around my head.
Suddenly feeling that even this love would go away from me, I held it very tight. And then, it was I noticed that the bird had gone limp just like me. "Why did I do it?" I wondered. Wandering in my thoughts, I saw another bird twittering in the cage. And it was at this moment; I realized that the bird needed to fly. There was a great need for the bird to soar into the sky along with his loved ones. All that mattered to me now was freeing it.
Circling once, twice, thrice, the bird sang one of the melodiest songs of selfless love I had ever heard.
My heart was no longer concerned with its loss. I was giving my share of love. Watching all this mutely, my husband, He walked away even after seeing all this. I have learnt my lesson. The fastest way to lose love is too hold on too tight, & the best way to keep love alive is to Give Its Wings!! I have given wings to my beloved husband. Hope he gives me the "WINGS OF LOVE". Friends, in this techno - fast pacing world, we at some end or another phase tend to take each other for granted, claiming that we have ladders of success to climb; but fail down to see, that success follows you, I or Him only when we love, bear, share, care - the 4 ingredients of a happy life. So, the next times dear wives, your husbands fail to give attention relate them this story and make your life happy & lovable. I'm still trying to have his love and waiting.
I longed desperately for love. As always, one evening when I was taking a stroll in the gardens, I found a two starving birds that were craving for love & attention just as me. I took them home & put them in a small gliding cage. Nurturing them with love, care, attention, which I had been craving for, I gave all to them & they grew strong. Every morning I was greeted with a good song. I wouldn't say, I was falling in love but love was making me rise. Though I had a full- fledged family, I still craved for love attention.
My husband,is busy in his world & he has hardly found time & given his love to our child & me. Yet I have been waiting like a barren land for his showers of love continuously for 3 long years. Absent mindedly, I left the cage open one day. The larger & the stronger of the 2 birds flew off. I was watching anxiously as it circled around my head.
Suddenly feeling that even this love would go away from me, I held it very tight. And then, it was I noticed that the bird had gone limp just like me. "Why did I do it?" I wondered. Wandering in my thoughts, I saw another bird twittering in the cage. And it was at this moment; I realized that the bird needed to fly. There was a great need for the bird to soar into the sky along with his loved ones. All that mattered to me now was freeing it.
Circling once, twice, thrice, the bird sang one of the melodiest songs of selfless love I had ever heard.
My heart was no longer concerned with its loss. I was giving my share of love. Watching all this mutely, my husband, He walked away even after seeing all this. I have learnt my lesson. The fastest way to lose love is too hold on too tight, & the best way to keep love alive is to Give Its Wings!! I have given wings to my beloved husband. Hope he gives me the "WINGS OF LOVE". Friends, in this techno - fast pacing world, we at some end or another phase tend to take each other for granted, claiming that we have ladders of success to climb; but fail down to see, that success follows you, I or Him only when we love, bear, share, care - the 4 ingredients of a happy life. So, the next times dear wives, your husbands fail to give attention relate them this story and make your life happy & lovable. I'm still trying to have his love and waiting.
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