Friday, April 28, 2017

ಮುಗಿಯದ ಮಾತು

ಭೇಟಿ, ಒಳತೋಟಿ ತೆರೆದು
ಗುಡ್ಡೆ ಹಾಕಿದ್ದ ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಹರಡಿ
ಎಷ್ಟು ಹೇಳಿದರೂ ಮುಗಿಯದೆ
ಮುಂದಿನ ಭೇಟಿಗಷ್ಟು ಉಳಿಸಿ
ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು

ತೀರ ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯವಾದರೊಂದು ದೂರವಾಣಿ ಕರೆ
ಅಷ್ಟು ಮಾತು, ಮತ್ತೆ ತೆರೆ
ಹೇಳದೆ ಉಳಿದ ಮಾತುಗಳಿದ್ದವು
ಅದಕಷ್ಟು ಬೆಲೆಯಿತ್ತು
ಮಾತು ಉಳಿದರೂ ಮಾತು ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತಿತ್ತು

ಚಾಟ್ ರೂಮಿನ ಬಾಗಿಲ ಹಿಂದೆ
ಬೇರೆಯದೇ ವಿಶ್ವ ತೆರೆದರೂ
ಅದಕೂ ಇತಿ ಮಿತಿ ಇತ್ತು
ಬಾಗಿಲಾಚೆ ಬೇರೆ ಲೋಕವಿತ್ತು
ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು

ಅಂತರ್ಜಾಲ ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹಿಡಿದು
ಸಮಯ, ದೂರಗಳ ಎಲ್ಲೆ ಮೀರಿ
ಬೇಕು ಬೇಡದವರೆಲ್ಲಾ ಬದುಕಿಗಿಣಕುವಾಗ
ಸಂಬಂದಗಳ ಗೆರೆ ಮಸುಕಾದಾಗ
ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

ಇಂದು ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ
ಎರೆಡರ ಮಧ್ಯರಾತ್ರಿಯಲಿ ಗಿಣಿಗುಟ್ಟುವ ಫೋನು
ವಾಟ್ಸಾಪು, ಫೇಸ್ಬುಕ್ಕಿನಲಿ ಬರುವ ಮಾತು
ದಿನ, ವಾರ, ವರ್ಷಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಆಡಿದರೂ
ಇಂದು ಮಾತುಗಳು ಮುಗಿಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

ಭಾಶೇ

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Unasked Apology

He didn’t apologize
I HAVE to forgive

Walked on my broken heart
Did it pierce his feet?
Shattering sounds of my dreams
Broke his ear drums?

I know my suffering
He moved on without trying?
Something inside still hurts
Is he married, does he flirts?

Does he know my feelings?
Am I still a weakling?
Pull myself together
Realize, he doesn’t bother!

He won’t ever say sorry
And why is that my worry?
Whom and what to forgive!
Will my efforts ever be effective?

BhaShe

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Tr(i)ump(h)

“Build a wall”, he said
I tried
To save my heart from thunder and storms
To hide the source of light in my eyes from getting robbed
To revive the fountain of my feelings, not let it run dry
To lick my wounds in safety
I tried to build a wall

“Lock her up”, he said
I tried
Locking her up in a corner of my mind, my heart
So I know she is there
To figure
So I can know what is happening
To plan
“Keep your friends close, enemies closer”,

“Drain the swamp” he said
I tried
I brush, wash my mouth and scrub my tongue
I write to rid myself off the bitter taste
I pack suitcases of memories
Call them “luggage”
Try and throw at these dump yards:
Therapy, counselor, paint, clay, talk, hypnotize, dance
Drain the swamp in my mind

BhaShe

Disclaimer:
I don’t support the man who said these
I just picked the lines
Stitched it to my poem

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Looking through the wrong side

Looking through the wrong side

I acquired binoculars
To sort my issues
It wasn’t helpful
I looked through the wrong side

Problems were bigger
Solutions farther
Caused damage to hope
Distress and pain

I put them down
Took a break
Walked around
Gave a thorough look

Picked it again
The right way
When I looked through
Oh! What a view!

Smaller problems
Closer solutions
Life seemed easy
When my view is right

BhaShe

Friday, February 3, 2017

To be there

When I offer to share
But you are not there
Then the moment is gone

Then my story was new
But pink turned to blue
Feelings can’t be undone

Its choices we make
Split second it takes
Leads to pain or fun

But the choices we make
A life long it takes
To know what’s to be done

I open my heart
Wanna give you a part
My way to connect

If you keep it at bay
And ask me to stay
It has its effect

When I call out for you
Tell you I need you
It’s a moment of truth

If you don’t want to be
Then tell me so please
I can’t take your ruth

I want to share
Coz I think you care
Isn’t it true?

If I have to wait
And that’s your trait
Then it’s not cool!

When I offer to share
But you are not there
Then the moment is gone

When I offer to share
But you are not there
Then the moment is gone

BhsShe