Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Pink Ipe - ಮಧುರ ಮರ

Pink Ipe

Dried from root to tip
With looks like a dead tree
In the midst of cold windy winter
Has blossomed and flowered suddenly
Bunches of lovely pink flowers all over

Just to do the duty of flowering
To make sure windy days spread its seeds
It has flowered on time, like every time
Reminding us of our duties and timelines
Teaching us many lessons of life

It says it is natural to dry up
To look dead at some point in life
But all the looks dead may not be dead
The life inside would come out one beautiful morning
Time can bring back life, to a dead looking tree

It also says never lose hope in life
Life can blossom and flower at unpredicted times
It can get colorful at unexpected situations
It can bring up a smile in dark
The chirping birds can sing a new song

Truth is not always what one sees
It is also not only one can see
It is also not constant throughout
Life changes always, for better or for worse
Fun is in living life, attached still detached.


Same thought in Kannada below!
Which one you like the most? Please let me know.

ಮಧುರ ಮರ

ಬುಡದಿಂದ ತುದಿಯವರೆಗೂ ಒಣಗಿ
ಜೀವವೇ ಇಲ್ಲವೇನೂ ಎಂಬಂತೆ ನಿಂತು
ಛಳಿಗಾಲ ಶುರುವಿನಲಿ, ಮೈಬಿರಿದಿರುವಾಗ
ಮಧುರ ಬಣ್ಣದ ಹೂ ಗೊಂಚಲುಗಳ
ಒಣ ರೆಂಬೆಗಳ ತುದಿಯಲೇ ಬಿಡುತ್ತದೆ ಆ ಮರ

ಮರುವರ್ಷದ ಬೀಜ ಪ್ರಸಾರಣದ
ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿ ಹೊತ್ತ ಗಾಳಿಗೆ, ಸಮಯಕ್ಕೆ ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ
ಕೆಲಸ ಕೊಡುವ ಕಾರ್ಯ ಹೊತ್ತು ಹೂ ಬಿಟ್ಟಿದೆ
ಕಾಲಕ್ಕೆ ತಕ್ಕಂತೆ ತನ್ನ ಕಾರ್ಯ ನಿರ್ವಹಿಸುತ್ತಾ
ನೆನ್ನೆ, ಇಂದು, ನಾಳೆಗಳ ಯೋಚನೆ ಬಿಟ್ಟಂತಿದೆ

ಮಳೆ, ಛಳಿ, ಗಾಳಿ, ಬಿಸಿಲು, ಏನಾದರೂ ಹೂ ಬಿಟ್ಟು
ಹೇಳಿದೆ ಹಲವು ಜೀವನ ಪಾಠಗಳ
ಸತ್ತಂತೆ ಕಂಡಿದ್ದೆಲ್ಲವೂ ಸತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ, ಜೀವವಿರಬಹುದು
ಕಾಲನೇ ಅದರಲ್ಲಿ ಜೀವ ತುಂಬಬಹುದು ಒಂದುದಿನ
ಕರ್ತವ್ಯ ನಿರ್ವಹಿಸು, ಬದುಕು ಅಂಟಿಯೂ ಅಂಟದಂತೆ

ಹೂವೊಂದು ಆರಳಬಹುದು ನಿನಗೇ ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲದೆ
ನಗುವೊಂದು ನಲಿಯಬಹುದು, ನಿನ್ನ ಮನದಂಗಳದಲೇ
ಹಕ್ಕಿ ಹೊಸತೊಂದು ಹಾಡು ಹಾಡಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಗೂಡು ಕಟ್ಟಬಹುದು
ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಕಂಡಿದ್ದಷ್ಟೇ, ಕಂಡಿದ್ದೆಲ್ಲವೂ ಸತ್ಯವಲ್ಲ
ಸತ್ಯ ನಿಶ್ಚಿತವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ, ನೀನಾಗೇ ಇರು, ಬದಲಾಗುತಿರು ಬಾಳಲಿ.


Saturday, November 5, 2011


Sometimes I wake up dead
I wonder how could I get back to life
I think, think and fail, get out of bed
I start my day like usual, mechanical

Sometimes I lose my magic pen
That writes what I see from outside and inner eyes
I keep looking for it, my handy ventilator
I burn some lines inside, failing to write

I see so many new moon nights together
Suddenly moonlight fills up, life gets better
I wonder about the ups and downs of life
Try and fail in understanding the meaning of it

I look for the magic, I search inside me
Wait to hear that call, that’ll kick an emotion
That’ll wake up the dead me, inside me
I keep myself open to grasp from the world

Sometimes it’s a call, sometimes it’s hunger
That hunger which makes me and keeps me alive
The hunger to read and write
The hunger to be someone and make a difference

The brought back life stays for a while
For another round of ups and downs to pass
For another set of dark and lighted nights to go
I find it again, hidden, in the innermost parts of me.


Tuesday, October 18, 2011


I was standing alone in the bus stop
It had rained and the roads were wet
It was still drizzling and I was attempting not get wet
Waiting for a bus, in the broken bus shelter

Few buses passed, some with lights on and some without
Street lights were not switched on yet
It was tough to read the boards with low light
I was attempting to see, if the bus go to my destination
Yes! Some did! But did not stop, though I waved my hand

I was scared of getting stuck in rain again
There were no other vehicles in the road
It was a festival evening with heavy rains
Who would come out? Lonely, scary road
I was alone in the bus stop, waiting for a bus to stop

Suddenly there appeared that road Romeo
Who used to tease me whenever he had a chance
I was alone, wet and scared to death
Afraid that he would not limit himself to a tease
Wishing for a bus to stop and get moving from there

Did he not notice me? I wonder
He is not coming close or whistling or teasing
I looked at him many times, no response
Oh! I totally forgot, yesterday’s accident
I died due to electric shock, he cannot see me anymore
Shall I threaten him? I decided otherwise and flied off


Wednesday, October 12, 2011


In order to be a friend
One need not hangout everyday
Need not chat up every event
Need not talk every moment

It’s just that
Your presence should be felt in your absence
Your absence identified even in your presence
Read the directions of your thought process

To be a great friend
You need not tell all the events happened
Just convey only the feeling and emotions
Understand it through heart and soul

It feels heavenly to have a friend
Who cares more than parents
Loves more than beloved
Shares more than one’s own soul

Am so lucky to have a friend
With whom I laugh to the content of my heart
Whom I trust more than myself
Whom I believe more than god
Thank God for giving him as my friend
Thank you for being my friend



Tuesday, October 4, 2011

At Work:

Girls die to see your face everyday
You are a charmer, deserve that waiting
You bring out star’s sparkles in those waited eyes
You drive those ladies crazy

You are so unpredictable
The jokes you crack are not funny at times
No one can say, when and on what you laugh
We laugh with you forcefully sometimes

When you laugh, you make it so great
Light up all those eyes around you
Make them feel ah! You are so sweet
Make them feel oh! You are so smart

Your small twinkling eyes
Have the capacity to show thousand emotions
They tell your anger and show your smile
They grasp the whole place at a glance

Your catchy face catches ladies attention
So does your soft dressing sense
You look just right in everything you wear
Perfect clothing for your size zero figure

You walk like a cheetah, fast and soft
Talk like a musician, detailed and sweet
Eat like a bird, quick and clean
Oh! You are such a perfect man

Non-comprehendible yet sweet,
You make all hearts beat fast
Amazingly smart but difficult sometimes
Unique person, undoubtedly a sweetheart

Guess you know how to attract women
Guess you know about that advantage of yours
You use it very carefully, no one can notice
Play yourself very safe, just right

You are sun but make yourself look like moon
Bright and shiny every time
Only the ones close to you see and feel your heat, get burnt
For the rest, you are a glow in their heart.


(Dedicated to "Him" and all those girls who spoke so much about him and have inspired me to write this) I Love My Office ;)

Monday, September 26, 2011


You have made me your poppet
You play me very bad
Hurt me always and make me cry
When your magic fades away and
I start to turn back to my human form
You wave your magic wand
Filled with lies and false love
To turn me into your poppet

You know me very well from deep inside
You are smart enough to know my heart
You smell my feelings even before they are born
You make a plan to cheat in advance
You play different dice every time
Make me fall to your cunning trap
Fool me to be in your control always
Take advantage of my simplicity and innocence

You know my likes and dislikes very well
Know my strong and weak points
You play your cards, best for the moment
Make me believe to your lies trumpet
Tie me to yourself with your falsified love
Make me hold tight, when I want to go
Use me whenever and however you can
Convince me whatever you do is for my best

You have made me into a poppet in your hands
I dance to your tunes, act as you want
Buried all my emotions and real me inside
Faking happiness and love outside
A breathing dead body, a soulless life
Dancing on the edge of a sharp knife
Am no more human, no darling, just poppet
I don’t have a story of mine, no love, no rest.


Saturday, September 17, 2011


It was such a beautiful dream
Left a lightening smile on my face
I woke up and opened my eyes
But my mind was still thinking of the dream

I wish it becomes real very soon
No pain, if it does not become one
I had that dream, that’s enough for now
I know the dream shall fade away somehow

Whom should I thank for making me get that dream?
The half an hour talks with a dear friend
My punching bag, my loving husband
Or the intoxication and thoughts in my mind

Am so happy, I had that beautiful dream
I know I wish so much for it to come true
Happy having a bright beginning of the day
Waiting to retain the smile and joy


Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Don't Blame Me!

Don't blame me for what you are today!
Who asked you to trust me or love me?
I live my life as per my fancies
You can’t blame me for what you are today

I agree, I broke promises, aren’t they meant for?
I missed your birthdays, our dinner plans
Am I not supposed to have a life without you in it?
You can’t blame me for you being sad all the time

Yes, I broke your trust, went around with other guys
Made a fool of you and laughed when you cried
Am not your possession and you cannot rule my mind
You cannot blame me for you going into depression

Yes, I broke your heart, I never loved you, but played
Made you fall in love with me, made you my puppet
Where was your brain? Why you deal through heart?
You can’t blame me for ruining your life

You can only blame me for my madness and attitude
Blame me for all the wrong things I did to myself
Blame me for not understanding how precious true love is
Blame me for losing a real loving heart, like yours.


Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Birth Festival (Huttu Habba)

It is not birthday, not just another ‘day’
It is called ‘birth festival’ in Kannada
It’s somebody’s day, their festival
People around them celebrate it
Celebrate the person that was born

It is celebrating that life, like they want
As everybody is unique and different
That day and time is special for that person
To cherish the presence of that person
And to thank god, for a unique gift

It is mine today, my birthday
I recall some memories of this special day
That I have spent with my parents, friends and family
All those years, that no longer comes back
The journey of my life, till date

I am happy today, celebrating my festival
This day is mine, and people remember to wish
They make me feel special today, I thank them
It is not another anniversary or festival
It is my birth festival, my happy day!


Monday, July 25, 2011

Him V/S Me

Love fight.


What do you want from me?

I don’t want to be there for you anymore
If we had anything, that is already over
Leave me alone to lead my life
I have changed, you are not my type

Yesterday is lost, and doesn’t come back
No hard feelings on the walked track
You are now a detached wagon
Why can’t you realize? Why can’t you move on?

There are no reasons and answers to your questions
I have all rights to choose my own foes and friends
If my decisions have bothered you, I have nothing to say
I can’t help it, if you still feel you were a prey

What do you want from me, when I am not up to give
Stay away, please follow “live and let live”
My life is on my terms, you are not welcome anymore
Go out, have fun, fill your life, don’t be a bore.


You say it’s your life
Same applies to me
You say you want me no more
These words I hate, why should I care

Your feelings are priority to you
So is the case with me
If you are asking me to get out of your life
Why should I do when I want you back

You hide behind silence, I’ll keep calling your name
You don’t react, don’t bother, I’ll make my game
I’ll play on behalf of both of us, like they do in chess
Oh! You may say, I am such a mess

As you want your life in your terms, so do I
If silence is your weapon, dreams are mine
Our worlds may never collide, never become one
But with myself, with you in my dreams, am having fun.


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

I hate you

All I want to tell you is I hate you
For igniting positive thoughts in my mind
For making me smile all the while
For forcing me to get addicted to you

Any effort to be angry on you
Any intentions to fight and shout
Fail inside, just so easily
What have you made me in to?

That spring of love inside my heart
That you found, can never get dried
I always land up smiling
Whenever I think of you

It feels like rain drops, like flowers
Like sun set, moon light and cold wind
Like river, like mist and like infant
Bring a smile, whenever thought about

I fail to understand the craziness inside
I just open my arms wide
Wanting and waiting to give you a hug
And tell you how much I hate you


Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Closed Doors

I knock repeatedly on those closed doors
Sometimes a window gets open
A glimpse of my beloved’s face is seen
Then the window is shut again
Sometime I hear some voices
They guide me and disappear

I leave the door
Telling myself that I won’t return
Nobody invites me there and
No reciprocation when I go
I find myself in front of the door often
Ignoring my words, not minding the negligence, insult

I don’t know what’s behind those closed doors
I want those doors open once
To see what is inside
I don’t intend to steal or break
I won’t touch anything inside, I promise
Am just curious to know

In my dreams I see
Those closed doors open for me
Some beautiful colors and voices inside
Mesmerizing stories and tales
Remaining of yesterday and plans of tomorrow
I wake up and wonder is that what it is?


Tuesday, June 14, 2011


I somehow suddenly start missing you
I visit those residual of our ruined relationship
To excavate, hoping to find a soothing memory

This happens when I am in trouble, mostly
I do remember you when I am happy, but
Like empty mind is, troubled mind is also devil’s workshop

I somehow feel you are a solution
May be solution of escape, but temporary relief
Probably what I want is change, a break from current life

Guess its habitual that I miss you when in pain
Don’t know how much time it will take
For me to lose this habit, to stop missing you

Healing time is long, as I was thrown out mercilessly
Otherwise, I would have recovered quickly I guess,
Still wonder, if I took anyone else as close as you were

Am I still seeking for answers? Searching in the scrap
Yes, sometimes no, depends on when I think about you
I am gradually losing the flavor, dreams are less colorful

I need to let go, let go those memories, feelings and thoughts
Let go the anger and pain I have, caused by you
Let go the silence created by you, let go the smile given by you

I need an alternate, who can replace you
A real friend who can make me forget you
These lines make something very obvious doesn’t it?

Should I tell you that I miss you and show you I am weak
Or keep it to myself, hiding it inside all outside layers
Attempt to ignore gets never successful as it start with reminding


Tuesday, May 31, 2011

You Are More Like God

You have left an impression on me
You left more ends untied
I am puzzled and I keep looking for right ends to join
More than knowing you, I have imagined about you

You will always be the same for me
Even though you are actually a changed person in reality
I will always look at you the way I did, and respect
In my case, ignorance has become a bliss in disguise

When those dreams break and hurt me
Or when they come true and thrill me
I think of you and bring your face in front of my eyes
Nothing is ever as lovely and as painful as you are

From a known person, you are more of an imaginary friend now
I get creative in bringing life to those conversations
As you know, all I need is somebody to listen
And rarely anybody to guide me or even reply

I think of you when I am happy or sad
You are my prescribed antidepressant
Those words I whisper in the air about things I wanted to say
Get the burden off me, without troubling you

You are almost like god now
Unknown, not seen, curiosity and controversy
I believe you are there, but not sure if you can hear me
Your silence does not bother me anymore


Tuesday, May 24, 2011


ನಿಮ್ಮ ಕೀರ್ತಿಯ ಬಸಿರ ಹೊರಲು ನಾವೇ ಬೇಕು
ಇಲ್ಲದ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ನಿಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ, ಬೀಗುವಿರಿ ದೊಡ್ಡದೇನೋ ಸಾಧಿಸಿದ ಖುಷಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಚಿಗುರಿನ ಬೇರು
ಯಾವತ್ತೂ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯ ಗುಟ್ಟು, ನಿಮಗೇನು ಗೊತ್ತು?

ಬೊಗಸೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಗಾಗಿ, ಗೆಳೆತನಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಬೇಡುವ ನಾವು
ಅದಕ್ಕೇ ಹಿಗ್ಗಿ ಹೀರೆಕಾಯಿಯಾಗುವ ನೀವುಗಳು
ನಾವೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಕೊಟ್ಟ ರಾಜ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಅಧಿಪತಿಯಾಗಿ
ನಮ್ಮ ಮೇಲೇ ದಬ್ಬಾಳಿಕೆ ಮಾಡುವ ಮೀಸೆ ಹೊತ್ತ ಜಿರಳೆಗಳು

ಎಂದಿಗೂ ತ್ಯಾಗ, ಬಲಿದಾನವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಹೆಣ್ಣಿನ ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿಯೇ
ಮೈ ಬೆಳೆದರೂ ಬುದ್ಧಿ ಬೆಳೆಯದ ಗಂಡುಕುಲಕ್ಕೆ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಜಾತಿಯ ಅರ್ಥವಾಗದ ತಳಮಳಗಳ ತಿಳಿಸಬೇಕು
ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಮನುಷ್ಯರಾಗಿಸುವಲ್ಲಿ, ನಮ್ಮ ಕೂದಲು ಹಣ್ಣು

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಹೆತ್ತಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ, ಪೊರೆದಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ, ಸಂತಾನ ಸುಖ ನೀಡಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ
ಪಿತೃಗಳೆಂದಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ, ನಿಮಗಾಗಿ ಅತ್ತಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ, ನಿಮ್ಮೊಡನೆ ನಕ್ಕಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ
ನಮ್ಮನ್ನೂ ಒಮ್ಮೊಮ್ಮೆ ಪರಿಗಣಿಸಿ, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಆದ್ಯತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ
ನಿಮಗೆ ನಾವಿತ್ತ ಸಂಭ್ರಮದಲ್ಲಿ, ನಮಗೂ ಒಂದು ಪಾಲಿರಲಿ.


Monday, May 16, 2011

Goddess of Happiness

Some tunes go around in my heart
I feel happy and sad together
Some incomplete feeling raises strongly
Feels as if am intoxicated or in dream

I feel hot and cold, I like myself
I look at mirror so many times
Just to check if I look okay
Who says these things happen only at sixteen?

I wanna stretch my hand to reach to people I want
It feels as if the world is revolving around me
It’s like a deep routed desire, grows as you cut
A desire which runs in my veins

I feel it’s not me, inside me, anymore
Its somebody else, formed of rain drops
Formed of hailstones, of river water
Formed of bird chirping, and evening breeze

Formed of crystals of love and happiness
Formed of spilled wine from the glass
Formed of a scent, of a sweet dream, of desire
Formed of that unknown, unseen angel

I am all feathers and flying around
I am all music, submerged in air
I am all dance, in every step, part of life,
I am the bliss, smile of god, happiness of earth

Spreading naughtiness and cheer all around
Multiplying smile and happiness, many folds
I feel supreme, unique, on top of the world
I drive strength from the love I have in my heart and in my arms

Some unknown tune runs in my mind all the time
Making me a different person constantly
I love all the love I get and I give
I am the goddess of happiness.


Tuesday, May 10, 2011


When in dark, scared to death
Don’t lose hope, darkness has to end
Have faith and knock all the doors
One or the other shall definitely open up

Sometimes people say it’s useless
To knock a closed door
If it were to be closed all the time
It would have been wall and not door

Doors have the possibility to get open
To shed light, to show new directions
It’s like silver lining in clouds
It’s like the saying ‘everything happens for good’

Give yourself out to life, be open
For adventures, experiences, lessons
Be brave enough to take things and move on
It’s just one life, live it with positivity.


Friday, April 15, 2011

After you have gone

Now that, I know that, you have gone
I try to find you in everybody else

I attempt to fit the names I gave you
I try and talk the way I used to talk to you
I recall those jokes and crack them again
I try and fix those loosened ends

I seek for fresh faces to speak to
Look out for fresh ideas to write
Some time ago, it was all about you
Now I want to make it about me again

Am opening the happiness doors I had closed
My hands are welcome for a friendship shake hand
Having you as a friend and losing you is tough
It is part of life; I hope to find better ones

I can see you in pieces every where
Some of your qualities here and there
Somebody has a similar voice, gesture and laugh
Somebody else cares like you and makes me feel safe

Now that, am sure, that you are no more there
Am trying not to be like you
Am more myself and losing your influence now
Am being a new me, after you have gone


Thursday, April 7, 2011

ರಕ್ತ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು

ಇದೇ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ನಿನಗೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿದ್ದು?
ನನ್ನ ರಕ್ತ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು

ತಣ್ಣಗೆ ನದಿಯಂತೆ ಸಾಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳಿಗೆ
ಕಲ್ಲೆಸೆದವನು ನೀನೇ
ನನ್ನ ಪಾಡಿಗೆ ನಾನಿದ್ದವಳಿಗೆ
ಇಲ್ಲದ ಆಸೆ ತೋರಿಸಿದವ ನೀನೇ

ನನ್ನದು ಅಂತ ಒಂದು ಗೂಡಿತ್ತು, ಗುರಿಯಿತ್ತು
ತನ್ನದೇ ರೀತಿಯಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳು ಚೆಂದಿತ್ತು
ಅಳುವೋ, ನಗುವೋ, ಬಾಳಲು ಛಲವಿತ್ತು
ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗಳ ನಾನು ನಿಧಾನವಾಗಿ ಕೀಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೂ
ಇಡಲು ಕಾಲಡಿ ನೆಲವಿತ್ತು

ನೀನಿತ್ತ ಕನಸುಗಳಲಿ ಬರೀ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಗಳು
ಭೂಮಿಯಿಂದೆತ್ತರದಿ ಹಾರಾಟ, ಮರಗಳ ತುದಿ ಒಡನಾಟ
ನದಿಯ ಜಲಪಾತವಾಗಿಸಿದವನೇ
ಹುಚ್ಚು ಹೆಬ್ಬಂಡೆಗಳ ತಂದುರುಳಿಸಿ ಗಲಗುಟ್ಟಿಸಿದವನೇ
ನಾನೇನು ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ ಹೇಳು ಇದ ಅನುಭವಿಸಲು?

ಒಮ್ಮಿಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಮರೆಯಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ ನೀನು
ದಿನಾ ಕರಗುವ ಚಂದ್ರಮನಂತೆ
ಆಗೊಮ್ಮೆ ಈಗೊಮ್ಮೆ ನೆನಪಾದರೆ ಸುರಿವ ಅಡ್ಡ ಮಳೆಯಂತೆ
ಆಲಿಕಲ್ಲುಗಳ ಏಟುಗಳ ಕಲೆ, ಮೈಯೆಲ್ಲಾ ತುಂಬಿದೆ

ನದಿಯ ನೀರೊಣಗಿ, ಕನಸುಗಳ ರೆಕ್ಕೆ ಮುರಿದು
ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮಣ್ಣಿಗೆ, ಶರಣಾಗಿರುವೆ
ಎತ್ತರದಿಂದ ಬಂದು ಬಂಡೆಗಪ್ಪಳಿಸಿದ ರಭಸಕ್ಕೆ
ಬಂಡೆಗೇ ನೋವಾಗಿದೆ, ನಾನುಳಿದಿರುವೆನೆ?

ಮೋಸದ ಮುಗ್ಧ ಮುಖ ನಿನ್ನದು
ಕೃಷ್ಣನಂತದೆ ಒಂದು ಹೆಸರು, ಹಾಳಾಯ್ತು ಇಂದು
ಕಲೆಗಳು ಮಾಸಲು, ಕೊಳೆ ತೊಳೆಯಲು ಕಾಯುವೆ ಮಳೆಗೆ
ಕಣ್ಣಿಂದ ಹರಿದ ರಕ್ತ ಕಿವಿ, ಮೂಗು, ಬಾಯ ಸಂದಿಗಳಲಿ ಹೆಪ್ಪುಗಟ್ಟಿದೆ
ಮುತ್ತುವ ನೊಣಗಳ ಹಾರಿಸುವ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಜಾರಿಯಿದೆ


Tuesday, March 29, 2011


My hero, my friend and my companion

Melted for my stubbornness
Going an extra mile
Just to stop me cry
And see me smile

I was so afraid that afternoon
When the bus was crowded and dad on top
Putting luggage and bus moved
Could not think a day without you

Being spirited and enthusiastic
Climbing mountains, stunts on bike
Those fast rides leaving tears in my eyes
All the adventure I always wanted

Be it teaching me swimming or climbing trees
Solving my math problems or oiling my hair
Hunt for forest fruits or game of cards
Trek with cousins or feeding me when am angry

I can’t believe you can get old
Get angry and cranky and get tired
Your heart is young but body speaks
Those passing days are leaving an effect on you

I am still a kid, not ready to grow up
Not ready to accept realities of life
If the reality is to make me know you are old
I would rather always believe you are forty

I wanna be with you, see you grow old
And realizes the shift of responsibilities
Be strong like you were and look after
And make you feel special like you always did to me


Saturday, March 19, 2011

Going Back to Childhood

I went back to my childhood last week
Just few hours, but bliss and joy
Came back refilled with liveliness

Playing in the river Hemavathi
Splashing water on dad, laughing loud
Walking all over the house soaked, wet

Mom made rotti and sambar
Her little palm all over my hair
Amazing oil massage and good night kiss

Granny’s shaking hands holding mine
Her pink lips on my cheeks, gentle kiss
Her desire to hear me sing the songs she taught

I feel more energy in every nerve of mine
I feel refilled, energized and lively
I went and came back from my native


Thursday, March 3, 2011


After a hectic week
I hit home on a Friday night
Open the door with my key and enter
I scream my lungs out
Somebody is hanging to the fan with a rope
Attempt to suicide

Only we two live here,
Who is this third person hanging?
With my heart pounding I go and see
It’s a known face, it resembles both of us
Oh my god, it’s our love
Trying to kill itself, neglected by both of us

I release it from the rope, bring it down
Pump in some love, attempting to bring back to life
Take good care of it over the weekend,
Hoping to keep it alive
It gets lonely when we both go for work
It gets sad, when we both ignore it

The love that brought us together
Is now eroding, creating a gap
It has become weak and it barely breaths
Am hiding all dangerous things away
We both are afraid to lose it but
We both just don’t try to hold it on


Thursday, February 17, 2011

Key To Happiness

We handover our key to happiness
to somebody else just like that
thinking that they will take care of it
forgetting how precious it is

some do take care of it
keeping that smile on our face always
some throw the key to some unknown corner
ignoring out happiness, forgetting what it means to us

from our own hands we bring emotions to life
by loving some and by hating some
we give out the responsibility of handling us
thinking and believing that it is worth it

every drop of tear and every moment of smile
come out having somebody's name on them
the key to our happiness is never in our hands
we keep making false attempts to be happy.


Sunday, February 6, 2011

ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ದೇವತೆ

"ದೇವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ"
ಗರ್ಭಗುಡಿಯೊಳಗೆ ಬಂಧಿಯಾಗಿ
ಕೊಡುವ ಅಲ್ಪ ನೈವೇದ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ತೃಪ್ತನಾಗಿ
ಮಲಗಲೂ ಆಗದೆ, ಕೂರಲೂ ಆಗದೆ
ನಿಲ್ಲುವ ದೇವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ

ನಾವು ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಪೂಜೆ ಮಂಗಳಾರತಿ
ಇಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೆ ಗರ್ಭಗುಡಿಯ ಅದೇ ಹಳೇ ಉಸಿರು
ಜಿರಳೆ, ಇಲಿ, ಕ್ರಿಮಿಗಳೊಡನೆ ವಾಸ
ಗರ್ಭಗುಡಿಗೊಂದು ಕಿಟಕಿಯೂ ಇಲ್ಲ

ಯೋಚಿಸಲು ಹಲವಾರು ಚಿಂತೆಗಳು
ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ ಕಿವಿಯಾಗಿರಬೇಕಾದ ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯತೆ
ತಮ್ಮ ಬವಣೆಗಳ ನಿನಗೊಪ್ಪಿಸಿ
ನಿಂತು ನೋಡುವ ಜನರು

ಸ್ತ್ರೀಯನ್ನು ಉಬ್ಬಿಸಿ ಏರಿಸಿಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾರೆ
"ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ದೇವತೆ"
ಅವಳಿಗೂ ಇಲ್ಲ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ
ಗಂಡನ ಅಡುಗೆ ಮನೆಯ ಬಂಧಿಯವಳು

ಕೊಡಿಸುವ ಮೂರು ಕಾಸಿನ ಸೀರೆ
ಹುಟ್ಟುವ ಹತ್ತು ಮಕ್ಕಳೊಡನೆ
ಮನೆಗೆಲಸದ ಹೊರೆ ಹೊತ್ತವಳಿಗೆ
ಅತ್ತೆ ಮನೆಯವರ ಪೂಜೆ, ಮಂಗಳಾರತಿ

ಹೆಣ್ಣೇ, ನೀ ದೇವರಾಗಬೇಡ
ಗಂಡು ಮನುಷ್ಯನ ಸಮಾಜಕ್ಕೆ ಬಾ
ನಿನಗಿರುವ ಪಟ್ಟಗಳ ಕಿತ್ತೆಸೆದು
ದೈವತ್ವದ ಬಂಧನ ದೇವರಿಗಷ್ಟೇ ಇರಲಿ


I wrote this poem sometime in 2002. After coming to a bigger city like Bangalore and after 8 years, when I read it, I get a question is this still relevant? It may still be relevant and I might not have been looking at that part of the society anymore!
Hope you enjoy reading it.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Emotionally Challenged

I have forgotten to laugh out loud
Guess am emotionally challenged

Child of destiny, poppet of time
No hard feelings, no tears of joy
Inability to attach or detach
Living like a dead body

Fake faces and fake life
Acting every day in real life
Posing as if everything is fine
Dreaming of getting rid

It’s like heart is on a swing
Neither here, nor there
Inability to be what I want to be
Stuck with the past in present

Praying for this ice to break
To be able to lead a normal life
To be able to have my real face
And live the way I like and as I want


Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Blessed with short memory

Am blessed with short memory
Be it pain or pleasure, it gets erased
Every morning I get up afresh
Storage space gets emptied during my sleep

Carry no revenge, no hatredness
Dreams fade, fights vanish, feelings disappear
Easy and fast, like in a snapshot
I don’t get stuck or get hooked on to

It’s like a paper boat on the water
Going by the water flow or wind direction
Making as less disturbance on the water
Leaving no paths of my movement

I don’t know if it’s a bliss or a bane
Being able to let go and forgive and forget
I happily open my arms for all new things
As the old ones shade away inside


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Seeking for God

I had always thought “tujme rab dikhta hai” statement is an exaggeration but now-a-days kind of started realizing that it can be true too. How do you define god? I would say, the one who takes care of you, the one always wants good for you, the one whom you can love, depend and be yourself with, the one you can blindly believe, and one you obey, the one who is an answer for all the questions you have. I mean, even if my definition is a little too much please bear with me, but that’s what/who is god right?.

I have always been wondering, how a mom could love her kid so much, or any person whom one loves. Have we not seen flaws and problems with all sorts of love we give and get. This concept of love has always been very confusing for me. Let me accept that I am a little too self centered and love myself so much that I have very little space to accommodate my loved ones. When anybody, for that matter anybody tells me that they love me so much, this that and everything, I keep wondering how do they have the ability to love somebody so much.

Love somebody so much? there comes the condition part too. Ok! You are not supposed to do like this, talk like this to me, treat me like this… coz I love you. Expectations and demands and terms and conditions, I guess one’s life sees both the best and the worst parts of their lives only because of their loved ones. (do you accept this? Correct me if am wrong) Another set of complication is with the definition of love. If I tell my good friend that I love her, it is taken as friendship, if I just replace the her with him, then, am not sure if I am taken rightly or not. Is love means sharing the living space, or sharing some moments of life or just being there in one corner wishing and praying for the best things for the loved ones? Anyways, I don’t think there is a solid definition or the right or wrong answer to this. All this is just gray areas.

However, all these conditions do not come to picture only when somebody have an unconditional love to somebody else. The way they say, the only thing I want is you to be happy and stuff. Is it really possible to love somebody without any condition? Imagine a scene where you pour in love on somebody and that somebody just ignores you. Would you still be able to love them? That way you had felt or done it before? Or is it only on the books?

Coming back to God, the ability to love God and be unconditional with him would be such a pleasure. He won’t directly ask you to do something but get it done through you if he needs, and just let you be what you are or make you what he wants you to be. Realizing this and loving him sounds so peaceful and joyful. However, I fail to make a connect with him. I fail to associate him with somebody or something. I know I need to gain that peace of mind and have the feeling that everything is running as he wants it to be, but am failing to connect the dots.

If any of you know, can you please explain me how a human progresses towards making life simpler and better? What is the first step and what are the baby steps that help somebody move on? I just finished the 5th chapter of the Holy Geetha and it promises to talk about the baby steps from 6th chapter on. Reading is fine but if I don’t implement or practice then is it any good that I read it? Am looking for some help in bringing things to practice.

When I was a kid, I saw my grand pa do pooja every morning for at least one and a half hours, doing ‘abhisheka’ and ‘naivedya’ and arti, chanting the ‘sooktas’. I wonder if he actually understood the meaning of every ‘mantra’ he chanted. The ‘gayatri jap’ is done to bring peace of mind and it’s a powerful source/means to start meditation, but my grand pa was not peaceful. He was very aggressive and short tempered. I am bringing in all that I have seen, heard, read and showcasing where I stand. I can’t do pooja unless I understand it. The need for knowledge and the need for self identification is what I am wanting to fulfill.

The moment I say knowledge and the need t know more, does this cuts-off the possibility of having an unconditional love towards God be able to realize am his poppet? Please… suggest me books (better if they are available in Kannada) and tell me, where you stand. I seek for help.

Sometimes I wonder, am I doing it because I want to run away, I am afraid of failures, am I suffering from the Arjun syndrome? and I fail to understand where I stand. How can one get to know what do they want out of life?


Thursday, January 13, 2011


Tears all over, hurt in pain
People around me are laughing at me
I have become an element for fun
I got ragged

Torn and hurt, wounds and swelling showing up
Shivering me, dried throat, lost my mind
Humiliated, just wanting an escape
I got ragged

Life is ragging me every single day
Breaking my small and sweet dreams and wishes
Making me naked in public
Destroying my self-confidence and pride

I pray for strength to overcome this pain
To fight those hands and save myself
To earn the capacity to stop such situations
To have peace of mind about tomorrow.


Thursday, January 6, 2011

Dude! I will miss you

You were the window for the man’s world
Hearts were kept open for each other to read
The more we spoke, the stronger got our friendship
Many common things kept us attached

I don’t know why I am writing this poem for you
But I don’t want to stop it either
I wanna tell you, you were special to me and
I will miss you when you are gone

No great philosophy, no great showing off
We just had a lot of good moments and tons of smile
I know I will remember that all and laugh again
Whenever I feel the need of that warmth you gave me always
Dude! I will miss you badly when you are gone.


This poem is a special dedication to my colleague, friend, HIM!. When we worked as a team, we had great time, fight over decisions, pulling each other’s leg and sharing our poetry.
He left the company and moved on!
This is for you dear! J This was written the day when he told me he is looking for a new job.

Yes! I still miss him! It’s been so many days he is gone, but I miss him still. I feel, if I go back to his cubicle in 3rd floor I can still meet him, or in the cubicle in 2nd floor. He would ask me to wait to solve my issue till he finishes what he is doing, or show me a funny video clip or something n make me laugh or say something really funny or act something making me believe, what he said is true n tell me he was bluffing. It was good, gooooooood dear! And I guess I will miss u always!