Thursday, November 19, 2015

Missing Periods

No! I haven’t missed one
I am not pregnant
It takes a month to come
And I am missing it

I dream of periods
Blood on my hands
Blood between my thighs
To feel “fresh again”

Unbearable pain
My only desire is to rest
It is uncomfortable
An excuse, at its best

But when it comes
It comes with peace
Hormones working
Settling mood swings

I miss my periods
It’s so much fun
It’s such a roller-coaster
Also, it’s a stress buster


Monday, May 25, 2015

High on Cheese

Unfit pumping machine
Clogged passages
A vicious circle
Loop, repeat
I get high on cheese

Hundred rules
More complications
Heart, mind fights
Pinches at wrong places
I get high on cheese

Know the pitfalls
Nature’s calls
Going large from small
Forgetting the stroll
I get high on cheese

Not a relief or medicine
Neither a solution
Harmful than known
But compulsion driven
I get high on cheese


Thursday, March 12, 2015

The Light will come

In the middle of the night
When it’s dark and sleepy
I sit up and make my living

No, it’s not the need
It’s not even the money
It’s only the desire

Satisfaction, silly thing
It’s a desert mirage
Almost there, but never

No enlightenment
Middle of the nights
Serve only the strivers

As every night passes
Am close to the end
But I remain there

The light I seek
Will come to me
When I am about to sleep


Sunday, March 8, 2015


His tongue is a sword, criminal mind
Words chosen wisely to play his games
He rules my world, the only area he is competent
Rest all, you will read below, he is impotent

Whatever he touches turns to dust
He always makes all wrong choices
He is the reverse of Midas touch
In these many years, he is financially impotent

He does not understand heart beats
Neither his heart, nor his mind works
Nothing that should, make an impact on him
Making it obvious, he is emotionally impotent

Sperm production has come to a halt
Smoke and booze has killed his capacity
His thing refuses to stand and do its work
I suffer, he is physically impotent

Intertwined and tangled are our lives
Troubles everywhere, no solutions
Stuck at a point, now I ponder
Has he turned me in to an incompetent?


Saturday, February 14, 2015

Two Cups of Joy

“Two Cups of Joy” it’s said
Two cups of poison too
Oozes milk out and
Poison in, sometimes

Genetics gift
Nature’s wrath
Sometimes a warning
Unknown path

Act, take a step
You matter
Make an informed choice
Part of the barter

Fight or flee
Surrender or kill
I did all I could
It was his will

My body
I will know
I will look after
I will show


Heartbreak Season

Am I shielded?
Or am I numb?

What are you seeking?
I infer, search signs
I dip my fingers in paint
Paintings happen

I walk same roads
Same lessons
Are you attempting my failure?
Hard nut

Breaking my hopes
By their tail
My middle finger talks
And I let it

Bleeding toe nails
Leave trail
Though I walk off
I remain


Tuesday, January 27, 2015


When I see you light up the world
I can’t resist but follow you
I punish myself for my acts with silence

The boundaries I set for myself
Are broken, I feel your pull
What magic have you done to me?

I try to chase you away from my mind
While I meditate, when I see you, I name you,
You resist to leave my mind, ever

I try to be angry, I try to hate you, punish you
But when I see your eyes go sad
I fail to stick to the promises made to self

I wonder what you are, who you are
Where have you come from and what’s your purpose
I am too shy to talk to you, question you

My heart runs around you like a lost puppy
My eyes smile when I see your face
What am I supposed to do?

You are too beautiful to resist
Your childlike smile and behavior
Makes me want to love you


Saturday, January 17, 2015

ಕಳೆದುಹೋಗಿದೆಯೊಂದು ಖಜಾನೆ

ಹೊಸರುಚಿ ಮಾಡುವ ಕಾತರ
ಹಲವು ಹಳೇ ರುಚಿಗಳ ಆಗರ
ಯಾವ ಖಾಯಿಲೆಗೂ ಇದೆ ಮದ್ದು
ಹಂಚೀಕಡ್ಡಿಯ ದೃಷ್ಟಿ, ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಮುತ್ತು

ಮಕ್ಕಳೆಂದರೆ ಅಪರಿಮಿತ ಪ್ರೀತಿ
"ಬಾರೋ ಬಂಗಾರ" ಅವರು ಕರೆವ ರೀತಿ
ಜೀವನದಿ ಎಂದೂ ಮುಗಿಯದ ಆಸಕ್ತಿ
ಹಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ತಂದಿಟ್ಟಿದೆ ಫಜೀತಿ

ಕ್ರೋಶಾದಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ವೆಟರ್ ನ ಕೌಶಲ್ಯ
ಅವರ ಮಾತು, ಅನುಭವ ಅಮೂಲ್ಯ
ಬರೆಯಲಾಗದ್ದು ಅವರ ಭಾಂದವ್ಯ
ಅವರಿದ್ದಿದ್ದಷ್ಟೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಸೌಭಾಗ್ಯ

ಕಿತ್ತಳೆ, ಸೀಬೆ, ಬೀನ್ಸ್, ಸೌತೆಕಾಯಿ,
ಸಪೋಟ, ತೆಂಗು, ಮಾವು, ಪಪ್ಪಾಯ
ಹಣ್ಣು, ತರಕಾರಿ, ತೋಟ ಅವರ ಆಶಯ
ಅಜ್ಜಿಯ ಶಕ್ತಿ, ಯುಕ್ತಿಯ ವಿಜಯ

ಮಲೆನಾಡಿಗೆ ಬಂದು ಮನೆ ದೀಪವಾದರು
ಅಜ್ಜನ ಮನೆಯ ಶಕ್ತಿ, ದೀಪ್ತಿಯಾದರು
ಬಂಧು ಬಳಗಕ್ಕೆಲ್ಲಾ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಹಂಚಿದರು
ಸಾವನ್ನು ಬೇಡಿ ಪಡೆದು ಮರೆಯಾದರು

ನಮ್ಮ ಹೃದಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಹಾಡಾಗಿರುವ ಪದ್ಮಮ್ಮ
ಕತೆ, ಎಣ್ಣೆ ನೀರು, ಕೆಲಸದ ಕೈ ಅಜ್ಜಮ್ಮ
ನಮ್ಮ ಕಣ್ಣಿಂದ ನೀವು ಹೀಗೆ ಮರೆಯಾದರೂ
ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಯಾರೂ ಮರೆಯಲಾರರು

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಬೆಳಕು


Thursday, January 8, 2015

Seed in Your Stomach

I am a seed in your stomach
You cannot digest me
You did not chew me on my way down
You saved your life and mine

The fruit that had me, was sweet
I guessed you were terribly hungry
You gobbled and swallowed
Like a hungry animal

Did you know I was poison?
Or you just randomly swallowed?
Now that I came untouched
I cannot kill you either

I will move out of your system
Not harmed, not harming
I will have enough fertilizer and moist
To make a life out of me

Are you just a lucky ass?
Or a learned know-it-all?
As you have managed
To save two lives at once.