Sunday, June 16, 2024

ಕಡೇಬಾರಿ

ಈ ಜನಜಂಗುಳಿಗೆ 
ನಾ ಹೆದರುತ್ತೇನೆ 
ಗಾಜಿನ ಬಾಗಿಲ ದೂಕುತ್ತಾ 
ನೀ ಒಳಬರುವೆಯೆಂಬ 
ಒಂದೇ ನಂಬಿಕೆ 
ನನ ಕಾಲ ನೆಲಕಂಟಿಸಿ 
ನಿಲಿಸಿತ್ತು 

ಶಬ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆದರುತ್ತೇನೆ 
ನೋಟಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆದರುತ್ತೇನೆ
ಬೆಳಕಿಗೆ ಹೆದರುತ್ತೇನೆ
ಮಾತಿಗೆ ಹೆದರುತ್ತೇನೆ
ನನ್ನ ಬೆಚ್ಚನೆಯ ಲೋಕದ 
ಆಚೆಗೆ ಏನೇನಿದೆಯೋ
ಎಲ್ಲಕ್ಕೂ ಹೆದರುತ್ತೇನೆ

ಇದೇ ಕಡೇ ಬಾರಿ 
ನಾನು ಹೊರಬರುವುವದು 
ನಿನ್ನ ಕಾಣುವುದು 
ಮಾತನಾಡುವುದು 
ನಗುವುದು 
ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬರಿಗೆ ಕೇಳುವಂತೆ 
ಗಟ್ಟಿಯಾಗಿ ಉಸಿರಾಡುವುದು 

ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಕೋಶವ ಸೇರಿಕೊಂಡರೆ 
ಒಳಗೇ ಸರಿಯುತ್ತೇನೆ 
ಅಂತರ್ಮುಖಿಯಾಗುತ್ತೇನೆ 
ಧೇನಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ ದಣಿವಿಲ್ಲದಂತೆ 
ರೆಕ್ಕೆ ಮೂಡಿ ಬಲಿವತನಕ 
ಬಂದರೂ ಬರಬಹುದು ಹೊರಗೆ 
ಮತ್ತೆ ಚಿಟ್ಟೆಯಾಗಿ 
ಇಲ್ಲವೇ ನನ್ನ ಕೋಶದೊಳಗೆ 
ನಾನು ಬುದ್ಧನಾಗಬಹುದು 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Saturday, June 15, 2024

ವಿನಾಷಕಾಲೇ

ಯಾದವ ವಂಶಸ್ತರಾಗಿದ್ದೇವೆ 
ಅರಾಜಕತೆ ತಾಂಡವವಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆ 
ಧರ್ಮದ ಅಭಯ ಹಸ್ತದ ಕೆಳಗೆ 
ಅಧಾರ್ಮಿಕ ಕೆಲಸವೇ ನಡೆದಿದೆ 

ಬಡಿದಾಡಿಕೊಂಡು ಸಾಯುವುದೇ ಭವಿಷ್ಯ 
ಬಡಿದಾಟವೂ ಶುರುವಾಗಿದೆ 
ರಷ್ಯಾ, ಇರಾನ್, ಹಮಾಸ್, ಆಫ್ರಿಕ 
ಹುಲ್ಲುಕಡ್ಡಿಗಳೇ ಗುಡ್ಡಗಳಾಗಿವೆ 

ವಿನಾಷಕಾಲೇ ವಿಪರೀತ ಬುದ್ಧಿ 
ನಾವೂ ವಿಪರೀತಕ್ಕೇ ಬಂದಿದ್ದೇವೆ 
ಯಾಂತ್ರಿಕವಾಯ್ತು, ಕೃತಕವೂ ಆಯ್ತು 
ಇನ್ನು ವಿನಾಷವಷ್ಟೇ ಬಾಕಿ 

ಭೂಮಿ, ಸೂರ್ಯ, ಚಂದ್ರ, ತಾರೆಯರೂ 
ಒಂದಲ್ಲಾ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಅಳಿವರಷ್ಟೇ 
ನಮ್ಮ ಸಾವು ಬಾಗಿಲಿಗೆ ಬಂದಾಗಿದೆ 
ಹತ್ತಾರು ವರ್ಷ ಉಳಿವುದೇ ನಮ್ಮ ಕುಲ? 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Friday, June 14, 2024

ಕಂದ

ಅಮ್ಮಾ ಎಂದು ನನ್ನ ಕರೆವ ಕಂದ ನೀನ್ಯಾರು? 
ನಿನ್ನ ಪ್ರೇಮ ಸುಧೆಯ ಕುಡಿಯಲರ್ಹರ್ಯಾರ್ಯಾರು? 

ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಎರಡು ವರ್ಷದಲ್ಲೇ ಎಷ್ಟು ಮಾತು ಓಡಾಟ 
ಕುಣಿದು, ನಲಿದು, ಅತ್ತು, ಕರೆದು, ಕಳೆದು ಎಷ್ಟು ಹುಡುಕಾಟ 

ತಬ್ಬಿಕೊಂಡು ಮುತ್ತನೀವೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಿಂದ ಹಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ 
ಹೊಡೆದು, ಪರಚಿ, ಕಚ್ಚಿಬಿಡುವೆ, ಕೋಪದಿಂದ ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ 

ನಿನ್ನ ಜೊತೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ ಸಾಕು ಸಮಯಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗಲು 
ನನ್ನ ಬದುಕು, ನನ್ನ ಆಸೆ, ಎಲ್ಲ ನೀನೆ ಮೊದಲು 

ಯಾವ ಪುಣ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ನನಗೆ ಇಂಥಾ ಭಾಗ್ಯ ಲಭಿಸಿತು 
ನೀನು ನನ್ನ ಬಾಯತುಂಬಾ ಅಮ್ಮಾ ಎಂದು ಕರೆದದು 

ನಂಗೆ ಸಿಗದ ನಾಳೆಗಳನು ನೀನು ನೋಡಿ ಅನುಭವಿಸು 
ಒಳ್ಳೆವನಾಗು, ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ, ಭವಿಷ್ಯವನ್ನು ಬದಲಾಯ್ಸು 

ಮುತ್ತಿನಂತಾ ಘಳಿಗೆಗಳಿವು ಸದಾ ಕಾಲ ಉಳಿಯಲಿ 
ನಿನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಎಂದೂ ಸದಾ ಬೆಳೆಯಲಿ 

ಸೌಮ್ಯಶ್ರೀ ಗೋಣೀಬೀಡು 

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Fight

Fight
Give it all you've got
Fight till the end
Not to kill
But to learn

Be open
Discover merit 
In yourself
In your opponent

Words, tones, 
Body, actions, 
When you jump 
Into the water
It takes in all
You take in it all, too 

Fight
Because you want to
Because you can
And if you do
You will grow

Fight 

BhaShe 

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

ವಿದ್ರೋಹ

ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋಯ್ತೋ 
ಅಲ್ಲಿಂದಲೇ ಶುರುಮಾಡಲಾಗಲ್ಲ 
ನಿನ್ನ ಬೆಚ್ಚನೆಯ ಕೈ ಹಿಡಿತ ತಪ್ಪಿ 
ನನ್ನ ಕೈ ಮರಗಟ್ಟಿ ಹೋಗಿದೆ 
ನನಗರಿವಾಗದೇನೇ 
ಮುಳ್ಳುಗಳ ಸರಮಾಲೆ ಸುತ್ತಿದೆ 
ಹರಿದು ಹೋದ ಕಣ್ಣೀರನೂ
ವಾಪಸ್ಸು ತರಲಾರೆ 
ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋಗಿದ್ದು ಎಲ್ಲೋ 
ನಾನೀಗ ನಿಂತಿರುವುದು ಇನ್ನೆಲ್ಲೋ 

ಸೇತುವೆ ಕೆಳಗಿನ ನೀರು 
ಹರಿದು ಹೋದದ್ದು ನೀರಲ್ಲ 
ನನ್ನ ಎದೆಯ ಉಸಿರು 
ಸೇತುವೆಯೂ ಉಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ 
ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಪ್ರವಾಹಕ್ಕೆ 

ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋದವನ 
ಕಳೆದು ಹೋದವನ 
ಕಾಯಲು 
ನೀ ಕೃಷ್ಣನೂ ಅಲ್ಲ 
ನಾ ರಾಧೆಯೂ ಅಲ್ಲ 
ಇದು ಅಂತಹ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯೂ ಅಲ್ಲ 

ಹನಿಯಾಗಿ ಜಿನುಗಿದ್ದು 
ತೊರೆಯಾಗಿ ಹರಿದಿದ್ದು 
ನದಿಯಾಗಿ ಕೊಚ್ಚಿದ್ದು 
ಇಂದು ಬತ್ತಿಹೋಗಿದೆ 
ಕಾಲ ಕಾರಣನೇ? 
ಹವಾಮಾನ ವೈಪರೀತ್ಯವೇ? 
ಪ್ರಕೃತಿ ವಿಕೋಪವೇ? 

ಆದದೆಲ್ಲಾ ಆಗಿಹೋಗಿದೆ 
ಬದಲಾವಣೆ ಜಗದ ನಿಯಮ 
ನೆನ್ನೆ ಮನಸಿಗೆ ಕೀಲಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದು 
ಇಂದು ಅಹಿತವೂ,
ಅಸಹ್ಯವೂ ಆಗಬಹುದು 

ಹೊಸ ಆರಂಭಗಳು 
ಹಳೆಯ ಸ್ಲೇಟಿನ ಮೇಲಾದರೆ 
ಬರೆದಳಿಸಿದ ಗುರುತು 
ಕಾಡದಿರಲಾರದು 

ಸೌಮ್ಯಶ್ರೀ ಗೋಣೀಬೀಡು 

Monday, June 10, 2024

Jerk in me

I have a jerk in me
An aggressive monster
Spitting nasty words
Making harsh comments 

I have a jerk in me
Insensitive and inconsiderate 
Poking my nose
In none of my businesses 

I have a jerk in me
Lurking to lash out
My bitter tongue
Cuts through hearts 

I have a jerk in me
Taking people for granted
Using abusive language
Breaking spirits of love 

I have a jerk in me
Who over shadows 
The good person in me
The kindness and love 

I have a jerk in me
Triggering the worst in all
I am afraid for you
As i am afraid for myself

BhaShe 

ಅನವರತ

ಶಕ್ತಿಯನ್ನು ಉತ್ಪಾದಿಸಲಾಗದು 
ನಾಷಮಾಡಲಾಗದು 
ಪರಿವರ್ತಿಸಲಷ್ಟೇ ಸಾಧ್ಯ 

ನಕ್ಷತ್ರದ ಧೂಳು 
ವರ್ಷಾನುವರ್ಷಗಳ ಕಥೆ 
ಇರುವುದೆಲ್ಲವೂ ಶಕ್ತಿಯೇ 
ನಿನ್ನೊಳಗೇನಿದೆ, ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲವೇ? 

ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದಲೋ ಬಂದದ್ದು 
ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೋ ಹೋಗುವದ್ದು 
ನಿರಂತರ ರೂಪಾಂತರ 
ಬದಲಾವಣೆ ಅಪಾರ 

ಸಾವಿನ ಅರ್ಥ ಬದಲಾಗಿ 
ಬದುಕು ಹೊಸ ದಿಕ್ಕಾಗಿ 
ಜ್ಞಾನದ ಬಾಗಿಲ ತೆಗೆವ 
ಅರ್ಥಕ್ಕೆ ನಿಲುಕದ ಶಕ್ತಿ 

ಸಾವಿಗೆ ಅಳುವುದಿಲ್ಲ 
ಹುಟ್ಟು ಹೊಸದಲ್ಲ 
ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸ ಎಷ್ಟಿದೆ? 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Sunday, June 9, 2024

Push

You push me now
I will push you, too
Out of my body

It's not a war
You have no choice
Neither do I

My expanding uterus
Can only make so much room
You are growing too 

I feel only my pain
Your story is still yours
Even inside me

You get a taste
Of what i eat 
Of how i cheat 

You take from me
Am i giving? 
As i choose to have you

You are growing 
It's fun, it's pain
Again, my choice

This is just the beginning
Of the giving and taking
Of a bond of a lifetime

BhaShe 

Friday, June 7, 2024

ತುಂಬಿದ, ತುಂಬದ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ

ಹಸಿವು, ಆಸೆ, ಬಯಕೆ, ಬೇಸರ 
ತಿನ್ನಲು ಕಾರಣಗಳು ಹಲವಾರು 
ತಿನ್ನುತ್ತಾ ಕೂತರೆ ಹಂಡೆಗಳು ಮುಗಿದಾವು 
ಮುಗಿಯಲೊಲ್ಲದು ಮನದ ಬೇಜಾರು 

ತಿಂದು, ತಿಂದೇ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಕಟ್ಟಿ ಹಾಳಾಗಿ 
ಕಕ್ಕಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೀ ಸರ್ಕಸ್ಸು 
ತುಂಬಿದ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯನಿನ್ನೂ ತುಂಬುತ್ತಾ ಹೋದರೆ 
ಮೈ, ಮನದ ಆರೋಗ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಆಪತ್ತು 

ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಗೇ ಗೊತ್ತಿದೆ ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಬೇಕೆಂದು 
ಮನದ ಮಾತ ಕೇಳಿ ತಿನ್ನಬಾರದು 
ದೇಹಕ್ಕೇ ಇದೆ ಅದರ ಬುದ್ಧಿವಂತಿಕೆ 
ಬುದ್ಧಿಯ ಕೈಗೆ ಹಿಡಿತ ಕೊಡಬಾರದು 

ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ತುಂಬಿದಾಗ ಅಮೃತವೂ ರುಚಿಸಲ್ಲ 
ಬೇಡವಾದ್ದು ಅರಗುವುದು ಹೇಗೆ? 
ದೇಹಕ್ಕೆ ಪುಷ್ಟಿ, ಮನಕೆ ಸಂತೃಪ್ತಿ 
ಕೊಡದ ಊಟ, ಊಟ ಹೇಗೆ? 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Past blast

I know the clock is ticking 
I ask for just one minute
To recreate my memories
Of the days that used to be

Couch potato with potato chips
Fried things and baked things
Junk food rain at once
Thoughts paused, TV dance

Tomorrow was far, far away
Today was all that i had
Decisions were made at bay
Life was completely mad

Those times are now a memory
As if it were a dream
Life is better, life is worse 
As a gulp down a scream 

BhaShe 

Wednesday, June 5, 2024

ಮರದ ಬೇರು ಮತ್ತು ರಸ್ತೆ

ಟಾರೂ ಸವೆದಿತ್ತು 
ಬೇರೂ ಬೆಳೆದಿತ್ತು 
ಕಿತ್ತು ಬರುವಂತೆ ಒಂದು ಮುಖ್ಯ ರಸ್ತೆ 
ಓಡುವ ಗಾಡಿಗಳ 
ವೇಗ ನಿಯಂತ್ರಿಸಿ
ತನ್ನ ಇರುವಿಕೆಯ ತೋರಿಸಿತ್ತು 

ಹಾರುವವರೇ ಎಲ್ಲ 
ಹಗಲೂ, ಇರುಳೂ 
ಕಣ್ಮುಚ್ಚಿ ತೆಗೆವಲ್ಲಿ ಮೈಲಿ ಕ್ರಮಿಸಿ 
ನಿಂತರು ಒಮ್ಮೆಲೇ 
ಬೇರಿರುವ ರಸ್ತೆಯಲಿ
ನಾಗಾಲೋಟದ ಕುದುರಿಗಳ ಒಮ್ಮೆ ರಮಿಸಿ 

ಸುದ್ದಿಯಾಯಿತು ಬೇರು 
ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬಿಟ್ಟಿತು ಮರ 
ಈ ಬದಿಯಿಂದಾಬದಿಗೆ ಉಬ್ಬಿ ಬರಲು 
ಬಂದರು ಕಾರ್ಮಿಕರು 
ಮರವ ಕಡಿದುರುಳಿಸಲು 
ತಡೆವ ಬೇರಿನ ಜೀವ ಒಮ್ಮೆಲೇ ತೆಗೆಯಲು 

ಮುರಿದು ಬಿದ್ದಿತು ಮರ 
ಬರಿದೊಂದೆ ನೆನಪಾಗಿ 
ಒಣಗೋ, ಕೊಳೆತೋ ಬೇರು ಮಣ್ಣಾಯಿತು 
ಮತ್ತೋಡಿದರು ಜನರು 
ಕಣ್ಣ ಪಟ್ಟಿ ಕಟ್ಟಿ 
ಮರವಿದ್ದುದೇ ಅವರಿಗೆ ಮರೆತ್ಹೋಯಿತು 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

Together

Are you still here? 
Hiding in my bathroom
Your smell lingers
In my bedroom

I see you
When i see the moon
I hear you
With my every heartbeat 

I can feel you
On my soft spots
The warmth of your hug
Stuck to my chest

You may have left
But you are here too 
In my love and trust
In the moments we've shared

Are you my soul mate? 
A missing half? I just noticed
A part of me, a part of you
That fits together perfectly

BhaShe 

Monday, June 3, 2024

ಅನಂತ

ಎಲ್ಲ ತೊರೆದು ನಿಂತ ಬುದ್ಧನೆದುರು 
ಹರಿಯಗೊಡಲೇ ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ನೆತ್ತರು? 
ನನ್ನ ಇರುವಿಕೆಯನೇ ಪರಿಗಣಿಸದವ 
ಹರಿದು ಹೋಗುವ ಕಣ್ಣೀರಿಗೆ ಕರಗ್ಯಾನೇ? 

ಕನಸುಗಳ ಅರಸುತ್ತಾ ಕಾಡಹತ್ತಿದೆ
ಚೀಟಿ ಗಿಡದ ತುಂಬಾ ಹೂವು ಬಿಟ್ಟಿದೆ 
ಹೂವಿನಾಸೆಗೆ ಮುಳ್ಳು ಕಂಟಿಗೆ ಸಿಲುಕಿ 
ಬಟ್ಟೆ ಹರಿದು, ಮೈ ತರಚಿ, ಗಾಯವಾಗಿದೆ 

ಕನಸುಗಳನೇನೂ ಅವ ಮಾರುತ್ತ ಬರಲಿಲ್ಲ 
ಹತ್ತಿ ಕಿತ್ತು ನೂಲು ನೇಯ್ದವಳು ನಾನೇ 
ದಿಗಂಬರನಾಗಿ ಆಕಾಶದೆತ್ತರ ನಿಂತವಗೆ 
ನಾ ಹೆಣೆದ ಅಂಗಿಯದೇನು ಗೊಡವೆ? 

ಅವನ ಹೆಸರ ಅಂಗಿ ನಾನೇ ತೊಟ್ಟುಕೊಳ್ಳಲೇ? 
ನೊಂದ ಮೈಯ ಗಾಯಗಳ ಮುಚ್ಚಿಕೊಳ್ಳಲೇ? 
ಕಾಲಿಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದು, ದಾರಿಯರಸಿ, ಹೊರಟುಹೋಗಲೇ? 
ಜಪ ಮಾಡುತ್ತ, ಕಾಲಬಳಿಯೇ, ಕೂತುಬಿಡಲೇ? 

ಬಿರುಗಾಳಿಗೂ, ಭೂಕಂಪಕೂ ಅವ ಅಲುಗಲಾರ 
ನನ್ನ ಭಾವದ ಹೂವು ಅವನಿಗೆಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಣುವುದು? 
ಅವನದೇ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯಲಿ ನದಿಯಾಗಿ ಹರಿದುಹೋಗಲೇ? 
ಇಲ್ಲಾ ಅವನದೇ ಹಾದಿಯಲಿ ನಡೆದು ಕಲ್ಲ ಬುದ್ಧನಾಗಲೇ? 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Sunday, June 2, 2024

Resolution

I can't stay in my well
I need a spell

I've been hurt
For far too long
My heart shut
Smile gone 

What you did
Is unforgivable 
Knife you slid
Is unforgettable

You liar and cheat 
Selfish monster
Tore me apart
Made a disaster

You're dead to me
For years now
Stay away from me
For years to come

I wish you suffer
I wish you pain
I wish i may never
Think of you again

With your tears and blood
You must wash your sins 
Don't wait for the flood 
In my calmed within 

I won't forgive you
I want to forget you
I don't wish you well
Scumbag, go to hell. 

BhaShe 

Saturday, June 1, 2024

To wait

Your doors are forever open
For any communication 
People flood your door
I can't come closer 
Waiting and hoping i be
Imagining you will see me

You are in conversations
I must not have expectations
Even when your hand is in my hand
Bunch of other people in your mind
You are lost in the melodies they play
Wherever i was, there itself i stay

You are not in one place, at one time
Far beyond human heights you climb 
I desire to have all that's you for myself
Even if it can't be counted by time itself
While i juggle all that is, to get that glee
You just don't know how to wait for me

BhaShe

Return my belly button

You had an entry pass 
For only nine months
You must leave
The stay is brief

It's a one time only
You came out boldly
The place is vacant now
Recovery is rather slow

I had no stretch marks then
It's wrinkled and dry now
I had a belly button then
My belly is a jelly now

Please return my belly button
I liked it the way it was
It was to be pierced, a ring put on
It's a shapeless mess, because 

You grew in my uterus
And changed my body forever
I am not asking for a full return
But please return my belly button

BhaShe 

Thursday, May 30, 2024

ಕೊಳಚೆಗೆ ಗಂಗೆ

ಆಕಾಶದಿಂದ ನೀನಿಳಿದು ಬಂದಾಗ 
ಹಲವು ರೀತಿಯ ಸ್ವಾಗತ 
ಮರದೆಲೆ, ಹೂದಳಗಳ ಅನುರಾಗ 
ತ್ಯಾಜ್ಯ, ಉಚ್ಚಿಷ್ಟದ ದುರ್ನಾತ 

ಭೇದವಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಇಳಿದೀ ಇಳಿಯುತ್ತೀಯ 
ಬಡವನ ನೆತ್ತಿಗೆ, ಸಿರಿವಂತನ ಚರಂಡಿಗೆ 
ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ದ ಕೊರೆಯುತ್ತೀಯ, ಮೆರೆಯುತ್ತೀಯ 
ಬೆರೆಯುತ್ತೀಯ ಹೂತಿಟ್ಟ ಗಡಂಗಿಗೆ 

ಬರುವಾಗ ಸ್ವಚ್ಛ, ಸ್ಪಟಿಕ ಶುದ್ಧ 
ಬೆರೆತಂತೆ ಕಳೆದು ಮೂಲ ರೂಪ 
ತಗ್ಗಿನ ಸಾಗರಕ್ಕೆ ನಿನ್ನ ನಿಷ್ಟೆ ಬದ್ಧ 
ಹನಿಗೂಡಿದಾಗ ರುದ್ರ ಪ್ರತಾಪ 

ನಮ್ಮ ಕೊಳಚೆಗೆ ಇಳಿದು ಬರುವ ಗಂಗೆ 
ನೀ ಬಿದ್ದ ಒಂದು ಕ್ಷಣ, ಗಟರೂ ಪಾವನ 
ದಾಹ ನೀಗಿ ಜೀವ ನೀಡುವೆ ನೀ ನಮಗೆ 
ನಿನ್ನ ಸದ್ಬಳಕೆಯಿಂದ ಮಾತ್ರ ಜೀವನ 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Wednesday, May 29, 2024

ಸ್ವಜಾತಿ ಭಕ್ಷಕ

ಹುಚ್ಚು ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಹರಿವು ಎಷ್ಟಿದೆಯೆಂದರೆ 
ನನಗೆ ನೀನು ಸಾಕಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ 
ನಿನಗೆ ನಾನು ಸಾಕಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ 
ಕಚ್ಚಿ ತಿನ್ನುವುದು ಹಿಂಸೆಯಲ್ಲ 
ಹಸಿವು ತಪ್ಪಲ್ಲ 

ಕಗ್ಗತ್ತಲ ಬಿರುಗಾಳಿ ರಾತ್ರಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ 
ಕೂಗಾಡುತ್ತಾ ಒಂದಾಗತ್ತೇವೆ 
ಊಳಿಡುತ್ತೇವೆ, ಗೀಳಿಡುತ್ತೇವೆ 
ಕಚ್ಚಾಡುತ್ತೇವೆ ಹಸಿದ ನಾಯಿಗಳಂತೆ 
ಎಳೆದು, ದಬ್ಬಿ, ಹಿಂಸಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆ 

ಇದು ಪ್ರೇಮವೋ, ಕಾದಾಟವೋ, 
ಕಂಡವರಿಗೆ ಅರಿವಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ 
ಅವರಿಗೆ 
ಅಂತರಂಗ ನೋಡಲು ಬರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ 

ನಿನ್ನ ಮಾಂಸ ನನಗೆ ಊಟ 
ನನ್ನ ಮಾಂಸ ನಿನಗೆ 
ಕೊಂಚ ಕೊಂಚವಾಗಿ ತಿಂದು ಮುಗಿವ ಒಳಗೆ 
ಕಾದಾಟವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಕರಗಿ
ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಮಾತ್ರ ಉಳಿದಿರುತ್ತದೆ 

ನಿನ್ನ ಗಾಯಗಳ ನಾ ನೆಕ್ಕಿ 
ನನ್ನ ಗಾಯಗಳ ನೀ ನೆಕ್ಕಿ 
ಮುತ್ತಿಟ್ಟು, ಮುದ್ದಾಡಿ 
ತಬ್ಬಿ ಮಲಗಿದರೆ 
ಮಾಂಸ ಖಂಡ ಬೆಳೆವವರೆಗೂ 
ಗಾಯ ಮಾಯುವವರೆಗೂ 
ಸುಖಃ ನಿದ್ರೆ 

ಮತ್ತೆ ಬದುಕು ಹೊರಳಿ 
ಕಾಲು ಕಾಡಿ, ನರಳಿ 
ದೇಶಾಂತರ ಅಲೆದು 
ಹಸಿವಾದಾಗಲೇ ಹುಡುಕುವುದು, ನಿನ್ನ. 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Tuesday, May 28, 2024

ಸಾವು

ವೇಗದಿ ಸಾಗುತ್ತಾ ಉರಿವ ಧೂಮಕೇತು 
ನಮಗೆ ಕಾಣುತ್ತೆ 
ನಾವದಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾಣಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆಯೇ? 

ಗುಲಾಬಿ, ಚೀಟಿಗಿಡಗಳಲ್ಲಿ 
ಹೂವು, ಮುಳ್ಳು ಒಟ್ಟಿಗಿರಬಹುದಾದರೆ 
ಬದುಕಲ್ಲಿ ಕಷ್ಟ, ಸುಖಗಳ್ಯಾಕೆ ಇರಬಾರದು? 

ಇಂದು ಚಿತೆಯೊಂದು ಉರಿದೇ ಹೋಯ್ತು 
ಹಗ್ಗವೊಂದು ನೇಣಾಯ್ತು 
ಮನೆಯೊಂದು ಸ್ಮಶಾನವಾಯ್ತು 
ಎಳೆಯ ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಬ್ಬರು, ಅನಾಥರು 

ಹುಟ್ಟುವುದ ನಮ್ಮ ಕೈಲಿಡದ ಭಗವಂತ 
ಸಾವನೇಕೆ ಎಟುಕುವ ದೂರದಲ್ಲಿಟ್ಟ? 

ಹಗ್ಗ, ವಿಷ, ಆಯುಧ, 
ಸಾವೇ ಏಕಾಗಬೇಕು? 
ಪ್ರಾಣ ತೆಗೆಯಲೊಲ್ಲದೆ ಮುಷ್ಕರಿಸಲಿ 

ಸಾವಿಗೊಂದು ಕಾರಣ ಬೇಕಂತೆ 
ಸಾವೊಂದೇ ಸಾವಿಗೆ ಕಾರಣವ್ಯಾಕಾಗಬಾರದು? 
ಬೇರೆಲ್ಲವೂ ನಿರಪಾಯಕಾರಿಯಾಗ್ಯಾಕಿರಬಾರದು? 

ಭಾಶೇ

ಹಾಲು ಉಕ್ಕುವುದೇಕೆ?

ಹಾಲು ಉಕ್ಕುವುದೇಕೆ? 

ಬದಲಾದ ಪರಿಸ್ಥಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ 
ಒಂದಾಗಿದ್ದವರು 
ಬೇರೆ ಬೇರೆಯಾದಾಗ 
ತೊರೆದುಕೊಂಡವನ 
ಆಚೆಹಾಕುವ ಆಸೆಯೇ? 

ತಣ್ಣಗಿದ್ದವರನ್ನು 
ಬಿಸಿಮಾಡಿ, ಕುದಿಸಿ 
ಆವಿ ಬರಿಸಿದ 
ಬೆಂಕಿಯನ್ನು 
ನಂದಿಸುವ ಆಸೆಯೇ? 

ಹಾಲೇ ಆಗಿದ್ದರೂ 
ಕೆನೆ, ಆವಿಗಳೂ ಇದೆಯೆಂದು 
ಒಗ್ಗಟ್ಟಲ್ಲಿ ಶಕ್ತಿ 
ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ ಇಲ್ಲವಂದು 
ತೋರುವ ಬಯಕೆಯೇ? 

ಅಥವಾ 

ಯಾವುದೋ ಹಟ್ಟಿಯಲ್ಲಿ 
ಯಾವ ಕರುವ ಪಾಲಿನದೋ
ಈಗ, ಕಾಫಿ, ಟೀ, ಮೊಸರಾಗಬೇಕೆಂಬ 
ಬದಲಾವಣೆಯ ವಿರುದ್ಧ 
ಎತ್ತಿರುವ ಧ್ವನಿಯೇ? 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Sunday, May 26, 2024

ಹನಿ

ಮೋಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಂಜಾಗಿದ್ದೆ 
ಮೋಡ, ಮೋಡ ಸೇರಿ, ಒಗ್ಗೂಡಿ 
ಮಳೆ ಹನಿಯಾದೆ 

ಬಿದ್ದದ್ದು ಹಳೆಯ ಟೈರಿನೊಳಗೆ 

ಏನೆಲ್ಲಾ ಆಸೆಗಳಿದ್ದವು 
ಮರದ ಎಲೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಜಾರಿ 
ಬಿದಿರಗಳುಗಳ ನೋಡಿ 
ಬೆಟ್ಟದ ತುದಿಯಿಂದ ಜಲಪಾತವಾಗಿ 
ಹುಲ್ಲಿನ ಬೇರು ತೊಳೆದು 
ನದಿಯಾಗಿ ಹರಿದು 
ಊರೂರು ತಿರುಗಿ 
ಸಾಗರವ ಸೇರಬೇಕೆಂದು 

ಹಳೆಯ ಟೈರಿನಳಗೆ ಬಂಧಿ 
ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಣಲಿ ಪ್ರಪಂಚವನ್ನ? 

ಸೊಳ್ಳೆಗಳ ಮೊಟ್ಟೆಗಳಿಗೆ ಮನೆಯಾಗಿ 
ಪಾಚಿಕಟ್ಟಿ, ಕೊಳೆತು ನಾತವಾಗಿ 
ನಾಯಿಯ ಉಚ್ಚೆಯ ಜೊತೆ ಬೆರೆತು 
ನನಮೇಲೇ ನನಗೆ ಜಿಗುಪ್ಸೆಯಾಗಿ 

ಬಿಸಿಲು ಬಿದ್ದು ಆವಿಯಾದರೆ ಮತ್ತೆ 
ಒಂದೇ ಹನಿಯಾಗುವೆನೇ? 

ಭಾಶೇ 

To live a life

To live a life
Sounds easy
Big or small
Purposeful or not
To live a life
Is hard to do

Expectations mounted
Study, work, grow, 
Security and stability
Find someone to love 
Every age group
Has set targets 

Oh! Be good
Be the best
Keep doing
Change the world
Run a nation
Bring world peace

What is enough? 
Who embraces it? 
Stretch as you can
Dream as you must
Stop not
Struggle a lot 

How do you know
You've done it all
Your best game
Was mediocre
Your scary dream
Is simply done 

When do you stop? 
Retire at 60? 
Or 45 or 30 or 25? 
Or never start at all? 
Or go all the way
Till death takes you away 

How to be peaceful? 
With such chaos 
Many wrongs 
But right intentions 
Many disasters 
Many successes 

Desire to fix it all
But chances are small
What to choose
And let go loose
To live a life
Is hard to do

BhaShe

Saturday, May 25, 2024

Dream

Rest, he said
I did
In his arms

I gazed at him
He gazed 
At the horizon

I let go
Of my fears
Very slowly

He tightened
His arms
Around me, gently

In the slumber
I saw a dream
And a nightmare

I held him tight
To my shock
It was just a pillow

Have i lost it? 
Did i lose him? 
Was he ever here? 

BhaShe

Thursday, May 23, 2024

Small adjustments

I make small adjustments 
Everyday 

I wait to go to potty 
I wait make a phone call
And I wait to write a poem
For someone to be with my kids

I sit to watch some TV 
Knowing i won't watch a program
As the program ends 
As soon as my child wakes up
Or is back from school 

I sit to have food
I go for a walk
I go to buy groceries
Only when my kids are not hungry 

I take my children for walks 
Even if i am a bit tired
I read them stories
Even when i am a bit sleepy

Not big sacrifices 
But little adjustments 
I put my children
Above my needs 

Is this what being a parent is? 
I don't know for sure 
But if it's not done this way 
It feels wrong for sure

BhaShe

Wednesday, May 22, 2024

Forced

Am forcing a poem out of me
Unlike child birth or constipation 
Like a finger down my throat
It's a torture in my brain

Force is common now, 
And it's said to be for my own good! 
I leave shackles behind
New age chains are created

Generations fight to move forward
One stroke and back to square one
Liberation came with conditions 
Fighting spirit is dead and gone

In this divided world 
Healthy debate is killed 
Either you are proud
Or you must be expelled 

It's many countries in one
Many centuries in one 
The lead horse is running ahead
Cutting loose from the herd  

I am forcing a poem out of me
As my pen sits shut in fear
My chest fills with hope
But as i breathe out, just despair. 

BhaShe

Circle

Indecision stops me
As i walk my life's path
To eat or not to eat 
To say or not to say 

A storm is always brewing 
Ask a sailor about the calm sea 
The sky has shattered 
Floats in gravity-less bounds 

Time is fast and slow, at a time 
A hundred is a lot and very little 
I count the days as they pass by 
Am i moving along with them? 

Many broken frames around me
Have framed me into something
My battle is never-ending, 
My life is never easy.

BhaShe

Monday, May 20, 2024

ವಿಪರೀತ

ದೇವರಿದ್ದಾನೆಂದೇ ನಂಬಲಿಲ್ಲ 
ಅವ ಕಾವನೆಂದು ಅಂದುಕೊಳ್ಳಲಿ ಹೇಗೆ? 

ನಗುವ, ಕುಣಿವ ನನ್ನ ಹಸುಳೆಗಳ 
ಬದುಕಬಗ್ಗೆ ಆತಂಕಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ 

ಜಾಸ್ತಿ ನಕ್ಕರೆ, ಅಳುವರೆಂದು 
ಘಾಡ ನಿದ್ದೆಯಲೇ ಸತ್ತರೆಂದು 
ರಸ್ತೆ, ಕಾರು, ಹಾವು, ನಾಯಿ,
ಮನುಷ್ಯರೂ ಶತ್ರುಗಳೆಂದು, ಗಾಭರಿಬೀಳುತ್ತೇನೆ 

ನನ್ನ ದೇಹ ಒಳಗೇ ಗೆದ್ದಲುತಿಂದು 
ಕುಂಬಾಗಿದೆಯೆಂದು ಹೆದರುತ್ತೇನೆ 

ಖುಷಿಯಿರುವ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳಲಿ 
ದುಃಖದ ಮೋಡ ಕವಿಯುವುದೆಂದು 
ನನ್ನ ತನುವ ಪಂಜುಮಾಡಿ 
ನನ್ನನೇ ಉರಿಸಿ 
ದಾರಿದೀಪವಾಗಬೇಕಾಗತ್ತೆಂದು 
ಇರದ ಹಾದಿಗಳ 
ಚಿತ್ರ ಬರೆಯುತ್ತೇನೆ 

ದೇವರಿದ್ದರೂ, ಇಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೂ, 
ನನ್ನ ಪರವಂತೂ ಇಲ್ಲವೆಂದು 
ನಂಬಿ ದುಃಖಿಯಾಗುತ್ತೇನೆ 

ಭಾಶೇ

ರಾವಣನಾಗು

ಏನಾದರೂ ಆಗಲೇಬೇಕೆಂದಿದ್ದರೆ ರಾವಣನಾಗು 

ಹಠವಾದಿಯಾಗು, ಛಲವಾದಿಯಾಗು, ಕಾರ್ಮಿಕನಾಗು 
ವರ ಸಿಗುವವರೆಗೂ ಧ್ಯಾನ ಮಾಡುವ ಯೋಗಿಯಾಗು 
ಲೋಕದ ಸುಖಗಳ ಬಯಸುವ ಭೋಗಿಯಾಗು 
ಈಶ್ವರನ ಹೆಂಡತಿಯಾದರೇನಂತೆ, ಕಾಮಿಯಾಗು 
ಈಶ್ವರನದೇ ಸ್ತುತಿ ಬರೆವ ಕವಿಯಾಗು 
ಯುದ್ಧ ಭೂಮಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೆದರದ ಯೋಧನಾಗು 
ಸರ್ವಕಲಾ ನಿಪುಣನಾಗು, ರಾವಣನಾಗು 

ಏನಾದರೂ ಆಗಲೇಬೇಕೆಂದಿದ್ದರೆ ರಾವಣನಾಗು 

ಶಾಪಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆದರದ ಸಾಹಸಿಯಾಗು  
ದ್ವೇಷ ಸಾಧಿಸುವ ಶತ್ರುವಾಗು 
ಗುರುವಿನ ವಿಧೇಯ ಶಿಷ್ಯನಾಗು 
ಶ್ರೇಷ್ಠತೆಯ ಬಯಸದವರ ಖಂಡಿಸುವನಾಗು 
ಶ್ರೀಮಂತರ ಎದೆಗೆ ಒದೆವ ವೀರನಾಗು 
ಸಮಾನತೆಯ ಸಾಹುಕಾರನಾಗು 
ಲಂಕೆಯ ರಾಜ, ರಾವಣನಾಗು 

ಏನಾದರೂ ಆಗಲೇಬೇಕೆಂದಿದ್ದರೆ ರಾವಣನಾಗು 

ನಂಬಿದವರ ರಕ್ಷಿಸುವ ಪಾಲಕನಾಗು 
ಜೀವ ಕೊಡುವ ಗೆಳೆಯರ ಮಿತ್ರನಾಗು 
ಸಹೋದರಿಯ ಸುಖ ಬಯಸುವ ಅಣ್ಣನಾಗು 
ಕುಟುಂಬವ ಪೊರೆವ ಹಿರಿಯನಾಗು 
ತಮ್ಮನ ಮೋಸ ಅರಿತರೂ ಧೃತಿಗೆಡದವನಾಗು 
ರಣರಂಗದಿ ಮಡಿವ ಹುತಾತ್ಮನಾಗು 
ಯಾರೂ, ಎಂದೂ, ಮರೆಯಲಾಗದ ರಾಕ್ಷಸನಾಗು 

ಏನಾದರೂ ಆಗಲೇಬೇಕೆಂದಿದ್ದರೆ ರಾವಣನಾಗು 

ಭಾಶೇ

Saturday, May 18, 2024

ನಾಳೆಗಳು

ನನ್ನ ನಾಳೆಗಳಿನ್ನೂ ಸತ್ತುಹೋಗಿಲ್ಲವೆಂದು 
ನೆನಪುಮಾಡಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತೇನೆ. 

ಆಸೆಗಳಿಗೆ ರೆಕ್ಕೆ ಮೂಡಿ 
ಕನಸುಗಳಾಗಿ 
ಬಾಲ್ಕನಿಯಿಂದ ಆಚೆ ಹಾರಿ 
ಎಟುಕದಷ್ಟು ದೂರದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂತಾಗ 

ನನ್ನ ನಾಳೆಗಳ ಯೋಜಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ. 

ಇಂದುಗಳು ಚಕ್ರವ್ಯೂಹವಾಗಿ 
ಹಗಲು, ರಾತ್ರಿ, ಬೆಳಗು, ಸಂಜೆ 
ಏಕರಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ಸುತ್ತಿದಲ್ಲೇ ಸುತ್ತಿ 
ನೆನ್ನೆಗೂ, ಇಂದಿಗೂ ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸವೇ ಮರೆತಾಗ 

ನಾಳೆಗಳ ಇರುವಿಕೆಯಬಗ್ಗೆ ಚಿಂತಿಸುತ್ತೇನೆ. 

ನೊಗಹೊತ್ತಿರುವ ಎತ್ತುಗಳು 
ಸಮನಾಗಿ ಎಳೆಯದೆ 
ಒಂದರ ಹೆಗಲು ಬಾಗಿ, ನೊಂದು 
ಇನ್ನೊಂದಕ್ಕದರ ಅರಿವೂ ಇಲ್ಲದಾಗ 

ನಾಳೆಗಳು ಇವೆಯೆಂದು ಬರೆದಿಡುತ್ತೇನೆ. 

ನನ್ನ ಇಂದುಗಳು 
ನನ್ನ ನೆನ್ನೆಗಳಾಗಿಲ್ಲ 
ನನ್ನ ನಾಳೆಗಳೂ ಆಗಿಲ್ಲ 

ನಾ ಬಯಸುವ ನನ್ನ ನಾಳೆಗಳು 
ಬಹುಷಃ ಬದುಕಲಿವೆ 
ಬಹುಷಃ ನನ್ನ ಕೈಗೂಡಲಿವೆ 

ಆ ಭರವಸೆ, ಬೇಕಾಗಿದೆ, ಸಾಕಾಗಿದೆ. 

ಭಾಶೇ

ಕೆಸರಲ್ಲಿ ಆನೆ

ಜಿಗುಟು ಕೆಸರಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿಕೊಂಡಿದೆ, ಆನೆ 
ಎತ್ತಲು ಆನೆಬಲವೇ ಬೇಕು 

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಸವೆದ ಹಗ್ಗ, ಮೊಂಡು ಹಾರೆ 
ಮನುಷ್ಯ ಬಲದಲ್ಲಿ 
ಕಾಪಾಡಲು ಹೊರಡದಿರಿ 

ಕಂಡು ಸಿಕ್ಕಿಕೊಂಡಿತೋ, ಕಾಣದೆಯೋ
ಜೀವ ತೊಂದರೆಯಲ್ಲಿದೆ 
ಹಿಂಡು ಬಹುದೂರದಲ್ಲಿದೆ 

ಅಲ್ಪ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪವೇ ಕದಲಿದಾಗ 
ಒದ್ದಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆಯೆಂದುಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಡಿ 
ಗಟ್ಟಿ ನೆಲವ ಹುಡುಕುತ್ತಿರಬಹುದು 

ಸುಮ್ಮನಾದರೆ ಹೆದರಿ ಬೆದರಿಸಬೇಡಿ 
ಶಕ್ತಿಯ ಒಗ್ಗೂಡಿಸುತ್ತಿರಬಹುದು 
ಒಮ್ಮೆಲೇ ಮೇಲೆದ್ದುಬರಲು 

ತನ್ನ ಆನೆಭಾರದ ದೇಹವ
ತನ್ನ ಕಾಲುಗಳಲೇ ಹೊತ್ತು 
ಮೇಲೆದ್ದು ಬರಬಹುದು ಫೀನಿಕ್ಸ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಂತೆ 

ಇಲ್ಲಾ, ಸಿಕ್ಕಿಕೊಂಡ ಕೆಸರಲ್ಲಿ 
ಉರುಳಿ, ಹೊರಳಿ, ನರಳಾಡಿ 
ಜೀವಬಿಡಬಹುದು, ಎಲ್ಲರಂತೆ 

ಭಾಶೇ 

Friday, May 17, 2024

ಅನುರೂಪ ದಾಂಪತ್ಯ

ಅರ್ಧ ಶತಮಾನದ ಸಾಂಗತ್ಯ 
ಕಾಣಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯ 

ಜೊತೆಗೇ ಬೆಳೆದು 
ನೋವಲ್ಲೂ ನಲಿದು 
ಮಕ್ಕಳ ಪೊರೆದು 
ಇತಿಹಾಸವ ಬರೆದು 
ಅಮ್ಮ, ಮೇಷ್ಟ್ರು 

ಮೊದಲ ಪಾಠಶಾಲೆ, ಮನೆ 
ಎರೆಡನೆಯದು, ನಿಮ್ಮನೆ 
ಮಕ್ಕಳ ವಿದ್ಯೆಯ ಹಸಿವಿಗೆ 
ನೀಡಿದಿರಿ ಮೃಷ್ಟಾನ್ನ, ಬಗೆ ಬಗೆ 

ಪ್ರೀತಿ, ಕಾಳಜಿ, ಪ್ರೇಮ 
ಮೂರ್ತಿವೆತ್ತ ತಾಯಿ, ಕಮಲಮ್ಮ 
ಅಕ್ಷಯ ಪಾತ್ರೆ, ಅಡುಗೆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ 
ಸ್ನೇಹರೂಪಿ, ಎಲ್ಲರ ಜೊತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ 

ಬಂಧು, ಬಳಗವೆಲ್ಲಾ 
ನಿಮ್ಮ ಸುತ್ತ ಹಾಜರು 
ಹರ್ಷ ತಂಬಿದ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ 
ಎಂದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ ಬೇಜಾರು 

ಐವತ್ತು ವರ್ಷದ ದಾಂಪತ್ಯ 
ನಿಮ್ಮದೇ ಆದ ರಹಸ್ಯ 
ನಮ್ಮ ಮನದ ಬಯಕೆ 
ಸದಾ ಇರಲಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ ನಗೆ 

ಸೌಮ್ಯಶ್ರೀ ಗೋಣಿಬೀಡು.

Thursday, May 16, 2024

ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರಿಯಾಗಬೇಡ

ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರಿಯಾಗಬೇಡ! 
ಅದೇನು ಕಷ್ಟವೇ ಪಾಲಿಸಲು? 

ಅನುಮತಿಯಿಲ್ಲದೆ ಬಳಿಸಾರಬೇಡ 
ಹಿಡಿಯಬೇಡ, ಮುಟ್ಟಬೇಡ, ಆಲಂಗಿಸಬೇಡ 
ಸಮ್ಮತಿ ಇಲ್ಲದೇ ವಿವಸ್ತ್ರಗೊಳಿಸಬೇಡ 
ಕಾಡಬೇಡ, ಬೆತ್ತಲಾಗಬೇಡ, ಚುಂಬಿಸಬೇಡ 
ಒಪ್ಪಿಗೆ ಪಡೆಯದಲೇ ತೂರಿಸಬೇಡ 
ಬಾಯಿ, ಕೈ, ಗುದ, ಅಥವಾ ಯೋನಿಯೊಳಗೆ 

ಅಧಿಕಾರವ ದುರುಪಯೋಗಿಸಬೇಡ 
ಕೆಲಸ, ಭಡ್ತಿಯ, ಯೋಗ್ಯ, ಅಯೋಗ್ಯರಿಗೆ ಕೊಡಲು 
ಹಣದ ಬಲದಿ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯಬೇಡ 
ಕಂಡವರನ್ನೆಲ್ಲಾ ಭೋಗಿಸುವೆನೆಂದು ತಿಳಿದು 
ನಿನ್ನ ಶಿಷ್ನವ ಆಯುಧವೆಂದುಕೊಳ್ಳಬೇಡ 
ಎಂದೂ ಸೋಲದೆ, ಸಾಯದೆ, ಅಭಿಚಾರಿಸುವೆನೆಂದು 

ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರಿಯಾಗಬೇಡ. ಅಷ್ಟೇ! 

ರೂಪ, ಹಣ, ಅಧಿಕಾರ ಎಷ್ಟೇ ಇದ್ದರೂ 
ಗುಣ, ಕೆಲಸ, ಮೌಲ್ಯಗಳ ಕೈ ಬಿಡದೆ 
ಬೇಕು, ಬೇಡದ ನಡುವಿನ ವ್ಯತ್ಯಾಸ ತಿಳಿದು 
"ಬೇಕು" ಭಯ, ಒತ್ತಾಯ ಮುಕ್ತವಾಗಿರಬೇಕೆಂದು ಅರಿತು 
ಅಸಹಾಯಕರ, ಅಮಾಯಕರ ಬೇಡವ ಬೇಕಾಗಿಸಿ 
ಅದು ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರವಲ್ಲ ಎಂದು ತಿಳಿಯಬೇಡ 

ಸೌಮ್ಯಶ್ರೀ ಗೋಣೀಬೀಡು. 

Tuesday, May 14, 2024

ಮಳೆಗಾಲದ ರಂಗೋಲಿ

ಭೂಮಿಯ ಲೇಖನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ 
ಮಸಿಯೇನೂ ಮುಗಿದಿಲ್ಲ 
ಮನುಕುಲದ ಆಯಸ್ಸು ಮುಗಿಯಲಿ, ಅಷ್ಟೇ! 

ಸಣ್ಣ ಯುದ್ಧಗಳೇಕೆ ಇನ್ನು? 
ಸಿಡಿಯಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಅಣುಬಾಂಬುಗಳು 
ಕೊನೆಯಾಗಲಿ ಒಂದು ಅಧ್ಯಾಯ 

ಯುದ್ಧದಿ ಒಬ್ಬ ವೀರೆ ಮಡಿದರೂ 
ಓರ್ವ ನಾಗರೀಕನ ಹತ್ಯೆಯಾದರೂ 
ನಾವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಸತ್ತಂತೇ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ? 

ನಮ್ಮ ಬೆಚ್ಚನೆ ಮನೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ 
ಇರುವ ನಿರಾತಂಕ ಮನಗಳಲ್ಲಿ 
ನಿಟ್ಟುಸಿರಾದರೂ ಹೊಮ್ಮೀತೇ? 

ಯುದ್ಧ, ಯುದ್ಧ, ಯುದ್ಧ 
ಸಾವು, ಸಾವು, ಸಾವು 
ಅನ್ಯಾಯಕ್ಕೆ ಕೊನೆಯೆಲ್ಲಿ? 

ಮಹೋರಗಗಳು ಅಳಿದಂತೆ 
ಕೊನೆಯಾಗಲಿ ನರಕೋಟಿ 
ತಾಪಮಾನ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಯಂತೂ ಕೊಲ್ಲಲಿದೆ 

ಭೂಮಿಯ ಶಕ್ತಿಗೆ, ಆಯಸ್ಸಿಗೆ, 
ಸೂರ್ಯ ಇರುವವರೆಗೂ ಅವಕಾಶವಿದೆ 
ನಾವು ಮಳೆಗಾಲದ ರಂಗೋಲಿಯಷ್ಟೇ. 

ಸೌಮ್ಯಶ್ರೀ ಗೋಣೀಬೀಡು. 

Monday, May 13, 2024

ಹಾರುವ ಬಾಲ್ಯ

ಬಾನಾಡಿಯಾಗುವ ಬಯಕೆ 
ನನ್ನ ಪೋರನಿಗೆ 

ಕಾಳು ಹೆಕ್ಕುವ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯ 
ಬೇಡವೆಂದರೂ ಬಿಡದೆ 
ಓಡಿ, ಓಡಿ ಹಾರಿಸುತ್ತಾನೆ. 

ಹಾರುವ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಗಳ 
ಕೆಳಗಿನ ಗಾಳಿ 
ತಾನೇ ಆಗುತ್ತಾನೆ.

ಪುಟ್ಟ ಕಾಲ್ಗಳ ದಣಿವು 
ಲೆಖ್ಖಕ್ಕೇ ಬಾರದು.
ಮುಲಾಮ ಒತ್ತುವುದು ನಾನು! 

ಸಾಕೆಂದು ಹಿಡಿದು 
ಒಳಗೆಳೆದೊಯ್ಯುವ 
ಸ್ವಾರ್ಥವನು ಹತ್ತಿಕ್ಕುತ್ತೇನೆ.

ಅವನ ಬಾಲ್ಯವೂ 
ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಂತೇ ಹಾರಲಿದೆ 
ನಲಿಯೋಣ ನಾವಿಬ್ಬರೂ, ಈಗಲೇ 

ಅವ ಬಾನಾಡಿಯಾಗಿ ಹಾರಿದಾಗ 
ಈ ನೆನಪುಗಳೇ ತಾನೇನೆ 
ನನ್ನ ಖಜಾನೆ? 

ಸೌಮ್ಯಶ್ರೀ ಗೋಣೀಬೀಡು

Handful of Love

Oh! Dear life,
All I ask from you is a handful of love

When those wind blows at its highest speed
And I tremble to face it and walk through
All I need is a handful of love
To give me strength to pass on

In the rain of pains, stones and troubles
I won’t look for shelter, nor for umbrella
All I need is a handful of love
To give me support to live till sunshine

When my loved ones eyes are wet with tears
Don’t give me money, don’t give me power
All I need is a handful of love
To be with them and to light up a smile

Money, power and every other thing
Has no value if no love in life
I won’t ask for more, just a handful of love
Always in my life, to call this living a ‘life’.

BhaShe

ಧರ್ಮ ದಾವಾನಲ

ಎಲ್ಲ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳಿಗೂ

ಧರ್ಮ ಉತ್ತರವಾಗಿ

ಎಲ್ಲ ಉತ್ತರಗಳಿಗೂ

ಧರ್ಮ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಯಾಗಿ

ಒಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ ಮನಗಳ

ಸೃಜಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ ಕಂದಕಗಳ

 

ಎಲ್ಲಿಹೋಯಿತು

ವಿವಿಧತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಏಕತೆ?

ಸಾಮರಸ್ಯ?

ಸೋದರಿಕೆ?

ಏಕೆ ಅಳಿಯಿತು

ನಮ್ಮವರೆಂಬ ನಂಬಿಕೆ?

 

ಪರಶಕ್ತಿಯಾವುದೂ

ಒಗ್ಗೂಡಿಸಲಾರದು

ಒಡೆದು ಆಳುವ ಬುದ್ಧಿಯ

ಪರಕೀಯರು ಹೋದರೂ

ಅವರು ನೆಟ್ಟ ಪರಕೀಯತೆ

ಇನ್ನೂ ಮನದಿಂದ ಅಳಿಯದೇಕೆ?

 

ಒಳಜಗಳಗಳ ಬೆಂಕಿಯಬೀಜ

ಶಾಂತಿಯ ಹೂ ಬಿಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

ಸುಡುವ ದಾವಾನಲ

ಜಾತಿ, ಧರ್ಮಕ್ಕೆ ಬಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ

ದ್ವೇಷದಿ ಹತರಾಗುವ ಮುನ್ನ

ಎಚ್ಚತ್ತುಕೊಳ್ಳುವೆವೇ ನಾವು?

 

ಸೌಮ್ಯಶ್ರೀ ಗೋಣೀಬೀಡು.

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Glass

Glass.

Glass
Cut only by a diamond
Shatters when falls
Inexpensive, or is it?

Pressure breaks it!
Glass dolls all around

Can a tongue be diamond?
Is a tongue always a stone?
Only mended dolls can tell.

Can't mend while making
Once made
Hard to change shape

Best intentions
With diamond tongues
Does more harm than good.
Stone, is always honest.

Broken dolls
Have a shape of their own.

BhaShe

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Corona - My understanding of what is going on and how I am making sense of it.

Why is it instilling fear and dread?

There are a few reasons for it.
One, because it is new. None of us has suffered from it and our immunity system has not fought it before. Plague killed millions in the past and managed to instill fear in the hearts of many. To me, this seems like another version of the plague - Plague of the modern age. There are other communicable and non-communicable diseases which are killing people every day, but we know about them and hence we worry less.

Two, because there is no medicine to either prevent it or cure it. Without a fail-safe net, this feels like a free fall. Once you are sick, only your immunity system has to fight it off. Not all of us are strong enough to do that.

Three, because it can spread easily. HIV is deadly but it doesn’t spread through a sneeze. This, because is a respiratory disease – affecting our breathing system, (virus in our nose, throat and lungs) – spreads with a sneeze and a cough. Sneeze and cough have mostly been harmless till date and all of a sudden have turned deadly. Also, the virus in the droplets can survive outside quite easily and for quite a long time. Hence making it easier to spread. Difficult to contain.

Four, it reaches a critical state soon. Even though HIV is a death sentence, people manage to live with the disease for years. That is not the case with Corona. It gets serious soon and kills people fast.

Five, anyone can catch it. It is not a poor people or poor country disease. Some diseases are; and we manage to get a good night’s sleep. May be because it is out of sight and out of mind, or because we know we may not get those diseases and even if we do, we can get better because we have the resources. COVID 19 is not a country or ethnic origin centered disease. It has crossed borders easily and has affected the rich, the famous and the powerful.

Six, senior citizens, children, and people with pre-existing conditions are at a higher risk of getting affected severely. Generally people with weak immune systems will see the harsher side of the illness. We generally don’t have a report giving us an understanding of how good our immune system is. Anyone can succumb to death due to this illness.

Wasn’t social distancing enough? Why the lockdown?

If we lived in a world where we can maintain 6 feet or more distance from any other individual at any given point, if we could keep our face covered all the time, if we all had access to soap and water and could wash our hands for 20 seconds whenever we want, then, maybe, it would have been enough.
We are a lot of people in limited space. Our public transport is always crowded. Water and soap are not always available and we cannot take our hygiene practices for granted. So, social distancing is not enough. One mistake – touching your face with unwashed hands – one accident, one chance encounter with the virus can put a lot of lives at risk. Because we can be asymptomatic for 15 days and still spread the virus, social distancing alone is not enough. Also, because it is impossible to test 1.3 billion people in India or 8 billion in the world, deliberate measures have to be taken to contain the spread.

As the virus arrived, we were able to track who had it and to whom it could have been transferred. But, people go off the radar, travel in crowded buses and have spread the virus. Once we reach a stage where we don’t know how one has got the virus, lock down is the only way to stop further spread.

During these 21 days, initially, we will see a peek in the number of people who have contracted the virus. We will discover many cases because they might have got infected before the lockdown. If the lockdown is successful, then, the numbers will start to drop by the third week.

Are 21 days enough?

I doubt it. Unless we have tracked everyone infected and people they have come in contact with, it may not be enough. Why?

Let’s say I got infected the day before the lock down. For 15 days,without symptoms, I walked around, not a lot, just to get essentials. On day 15, I show symptoms. But the people I have infected may take 15 more days to show. That means, at least a month. And that, only if we strictly follow the rules. The more we break the lockdown rules, the more time it will take to contain the virus.

What can we do?

Stay at home.

Decrease your chances of getting infected. Your health is taken care of.

By not spreading the virus, you are saving the health of others around you.

And you are helping the healthcare system by not falling ill. The ones who had to go out, the ones who have fallen ill can access medical care because the system is not overwhelmed by huge numbers of ill people.

Stay home after the 21 days lock down.

21 days is not a magic number that will erase the virus off the planet. It is an effort to flatten the curve. Even after 21 days, if the virus is still in the country, then stay home. The ones who can work from home, can afford to stay home, should. If the food on your plate is not dependent on you going out, then stay home. So the ones who have to go out for their daily needs can do so while practicing social distancing easily. Let’s uncrowd.

I wish we could stay home till we knew no one in the world is sick or till an effective and inexpensive vaccine is available easily to everyone.

Continue the best practices.

If one has to be at work, switch off the air conditioning, open all windows, cover your nose, mouth and eyes all the time. Wash or sanitize your hands regularly, particularly before eating or drinking anything. I have found that covering my face completely helps me to stop touching my face. This infection can get to us only in certain ways and if we are careful, we can decrease the chances of getting it.

Remember the worst case scenario.

If this spreads, goes out of control, our hospitals will be over crowded, health care workers will be overwhelmed, medical supplies will run out, and care will be denied to many. People who could have been saved will die because of this. We are a country with a lot of elders, people with pre-existing health conditions and many of them could die.

Donate.

Thousands of laborers from unorganized sectors are stuck in cities and are going hungry. Donate to feed them. Donate to help them. Use your skills and resources to collaborate, organize and mobilize resources to help them. Nine families or ninety people, do something. Their lives matter too.

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Hybrid Black Grapes Thief

Along with my partner and child, I went fruit shopping the evening of Holi. We needed elakki and nendra banana fruits. We walked to a shop close by noticing another vegetable and fruit shops being closed and a bakery shut. Holi holiday, I thought.

The shop we wanted to buy from, was open. This shop has fruits at the outside and vegetables inside. I think it is a pattern, as I have seen other shops too have fruits at the entrance, almost on the outside and vegetables in. The billing counter separates the fruits and vegetables section and is in a corner. This is a relatively decent sized shop for a fruit and vegetable shop. There usually is one person looking after the shop and sometimes, on busy evenings, two attenders.

My partner was carrying our child while I choose the fruits and he went to pay the bill while I carried our child. I saw two boys, color all over them, fighting, pulling each other, trying to hit, being rough with each other; being pre-teen kids. I thought they might be from north India. The smaller boy looked at me as they came close to the vegetable shop. The shopkeeper was busy tending to his customers, shifting his gaze from the kids, to the shelves and to billing. His focus was on billing and delivering the right items to the right customers and he was not paying much attention to these boys.

The smaller boy came close to the shop, put his hand in the hybrid black grapes basket, took some grapes, put it in his mouth and took his hand back; throughout looking at the shopkeeper.

I was looking at the boy, and he knew I was looking as he looked right back, meeting my eyes. I was angry at what he did and it was visible on my face.

He took few moments and repeated his act. We looked at each other again. This time, he was more confident, almost as if asking, I dare you to tell the shop keeper. I did not. I was furious because I had thought me watching him steal would have made him self-conscious and that would be enough to stop him. But it was not and I could not digest my failure.
He looked at me as if to ask, do you think I care if you tell the shopkeeper. I wanted to tell the shopkeeper but I did not. I was afraid because I also saw aggression in him as if to say, see what I will do to you if you tell him. I was holding my child and I feared for our safety.

My partner had finished his business and we walked back home. I happily distracted myself with some other thoughts. My child engaged with me in some conversation and I was relieved to be away from the boy.

Next morning, again the three of us were out and I was reminded of this boy. Why was this boy taking grapes that he did not buy? Why didn’t he have enough pride to say what is not mine, is not mine, that his significance won’t depend on whether he ate those grapes or not, I thought.
He knew what he was doing was not right, otherwise, he would not have done it when the shop keeper was looking away.
Why does his family not buy grapes? We have had poverty eradication measures since independence, still, here is a boy, unable to afford the fancy grapes.
Why do we have such temptations, why are these fruits so expensive?

I thought about value systems, politics, education policies, societal conditions and everything else that is part of the big picture. To fix a problem such as this, the whole country has to be fixed, I thought.

My partner pointed out that even we take fruits that we don’t necessarily buy. But my defense was, we go there with an intention to buy and we buy something. And somehow, when we buy something, taking a sample of something else did not seem wrong.

That evening, while lying on the bed, I thought about the boy again and I wondered;

Why didn’t I think of buying him some grapes? Ask him whether he liked them, whether he was hungry and buy him grapes or anything else he wanted?
I could afford those grapes (even though I think they are expensive and a waste of money, instead, we should buy local ones). If I had offered him, would it have made a difference?

Beneath the layers of fear, judgment and pseudo social activism, do I have a heart that really cares? How much do I have to navigate within my mind to do something?
As it was all thinking and no action.

Sowmyashree Gonibeedu

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Wounds of Childhood - Part 2

Part 2

http://varthabharati.erelego.com/viewpage.php?edn=Sunday+Magazine&date=2019-06-30&edid=VARTABARTI_SUN&pn=4&fbclid=IwAR1m6ecXBMINDUfrfQ-0OxZDBHW395mnRT_BaBCfh-h8xwKwQxmBn5RzhDQ#Page/4/Article/VARTABARTI_SUN_20190630_4_3/320px/174F41C

Wounds of Childhood - Part 1

I am thrilled to share with you my article published in Varthabharati news paper.

Kimari is a child sexual abuse survivor. Now, a 35-year-old woman, when she looks back at her life, she wonders why she was abused. She knows that nothing she did was/could be the reason for it. She believes her situation made her an easy prey, made her susceptible to abuse. She has narrated her childhood and early adulthood incidents to connect the dots, to find reasons. She thinks along with the abuse; the inability to understand what was going on, the inability to share it and the complicated situation she was in, made it hard for her to deal with it, recover from it and rehabilitate. She believes her struggles are worth if any child in her situation or any parent who thinks like her parents can get benefited by reading her story.

She wishes that her writing reaches as many people as possible.

I have narrated her story in Kannada and it is being published in Varthabharati news paper. Here is a link for all Kannada readers:

http://varthabharati.erelego.com/viewpage.php?edn=Sunday+Magazine&date=2019-06-23&edid=VARTABARTI_SUN&pn=4&fbclid=IwAR24hsKjygoX9Vza1uCKC9PCDBzgc6CNvl0f3AGYBvSWYsVQX0yo6y7JMo4#Page/4/Article/VARTABARTI_SUN_20190623_4_3/320px/16C4ADB

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Death and Life


Death and Life

“Egg and sperm meet and life is formed”; it is not an accurate statement, because, life is always not formed. Egg and sperm meet and form a cell and it starts to multiply. Only when it forms a beating heart, life is formed. There are times when even though cells multiply, there isn’t a heartbeat. That won’t be called a zygote, it won’t be celebrated; instead it is considered a loss, a lifeless mass, and it is removed from its mother’s uterus. So, is there something else along with egg and sperm that make a baby? If there is, what is that something?

Medical science has made such advances that our expectations have increased. 100 years ago, a preterm baby in breach position with umbilical cord around his neck may not have survived. There is a chance that the mother may not have survived that delivery either. This incident would have been accepted as reality. There would have been a period of mourning, sadness but people would have moved on. The “why” question would have been answered with “God’s will” or “karma” or “fate” or something to that account and mostly that would have been enough. Today, it is not the case.
Today, babies are delivered at 5 months gestation, delivery is postponed, and 500 grams babies are kept alive and taken care off. Today, death can be postponed, can be averted and can be played with.

But even today, death is ultimate, and that reality has not changed. A person, walks into a hospital for a checkup and comes back home in an icebox. A functioning body, with ailing liver and kidneys, gives up beating, breathing and is considered dead. Medical science fails to restore the functionality of these body parts and gives into the pressure of death. Even with oxygen support, lungs fail to take in the needed oxygen. Even with dialysis, toxins are left out in the body. Even on ventilator enough oxygen fails to reach the brain. Even with bold transfusion hemoglobin and platelet count does not stabilize. Medication does not help a failing liver. Efforts put by the medical science fraternity are not considered enough and there are no answers to the question “why”.

I lost someone close to me. He was a father figure to me. He was a loving, caring, kind person, knowledgeable man, a humble human being, a loving father, a friend, and an amazing human being. Whatever he was, everything went away with his death. His sense of humor, intelligence, empathy and wisdom vanished the minute his heart stopped beating. His body was kept in an icebox, it was kept intact, but his beating heart, his active brain, and all that that made him “him”, was gone. Where did it go? I don’t know how to react to devastation like this.

Medical science cannot reverse death. Sometimes, they cannot even postpone it. At times do they advance death, I wonder. He walked into a hospital for check up. He was admitted, was taken care of for 10 days but he passed away. I would have considered that the efforts paid off if he had lived. How do I account for his death? In the game of life and death, effort does not count, right? Did the doctors do all that they could; I wonder if anyone can ever be sure of that.

I wonder what happened when his heart stopped, when his brain went to pre coma stage. The element that makes a heart beat from a mass of cells went away from his body is it? Is that what the spirituals call as “atman”? If yes, where did it go, if no, what happened then?

The question of birth and death has existed forever and it continues to puzzle us. Is there a definitive answer? If there is, what is it?


Sunday, April 15, 2018

ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ - Women are not humans

ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ
ಯೋನಿಯೊಂದಿಗೆ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ ಒಂದೇ ಕಾರಣಕ್ಕೆ
ಬದುಕು ಪಂಜರವಾಗಿ
ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರವೇ ಹಾಡಾಗಿ
ದಿನಾ ಸಾಯುವ ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ

ಮನೆಯ ಗೌರವ, ಜಾತಿಯ ಗೌರವ
ಹೆಚ್ಚಾದರೆ ಹಳ್ಳಿ, ತಾಲ್ಲೂಕು, ಜಿಲ್ಲೆಯದ್ದೂ
ಎಲ್ಲ ಗೌರವವ ಅವಳ ಯೋನಿಯಲಿಟ್ಟು
ಹೆದರುತ್ತಲೇ ಓಡಾಡಬೇಕಾಗಿರುವ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ

ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಪ್ರ‍ಾಣಿಯೂ ಅಲ್ಲ
ಕುರಿ, ಕೋಳಿ ಕಡಿಯುವಾಗ
ಅದರ ಲಿಂಗ ನೋಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ
ಯೋನಿಗೆ ಕಬ್ಬಿಣ ತುರುಕುವುದಿಲ್ಲ
ದಿನಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಬಂಧಿಸಿ ಅತ್ಯಾಚಾರ ಮಾಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ
ಹಸುವಿನ ಮಾತಂತೂ ಬಿಟ್ಟೇಬಿಡಿ
ಕೊಂದರೆ ಸಾವು ಕಾದಿದ್ದೇ
ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ, ಕೊಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೂ
"ಗೋ ರಕ್ಷಣೆ"ಯಿದೆ, ಸ್ತ್ರೀಗಿಲ್ಲ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ

ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮರ, ಗಿಡವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ
ಕಾಡು ಕಡಿದರೆ ಜೈಲು
ಲಿಂಗ ತಾರತಮ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ
ಗ್ಲೊಬಲ್ ವಾರ್ಮಿಂಗ್
ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿರುವ ಸತ್ಯ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ
ಪ್ರಾಣಿಯೂ, ಮರ ಗಿಡವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ

ಗಂಡಿನ ಶಿಶ್ನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆದರುತ್ತಾ
ಯೋನಿಯ ಇರುವಿಕೆಗೆ ಬೆದರುತ್ತಾ
ಹುಟ್ಟಿನಿಂದ ಸಾಯುವವರೆಗೆ
ತನ್ನ ಇರುವನ್ನೇ ಮುಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟು ಬದುಕುತ್ತಾ
ಸುಲಭಕ್ಕೆ "ಮರ್ಯಾದೆ" ತೆಗೆಯಬಹುದಾದ
ಸುಲಭಕ್ಕೆ ಸಾಯಬಹುದಾದ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮನುಷ್ಯಳಲ್ಲ

ಅವಳು ವಸ್ತುವಾ? ಆಯುಧವಾ? ಅಥವಾ ಏನೂ ಅಲ್ಲವಾ?

ಹೆಣ್ಣನ್ನು ಈ ಮಟ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಇಳಿಸಿರುವ
ಮತ್ತೆಲ್ಲರೂ, ಈ ಸಮಾಜಕೂಡ
ಮನುಷ್ಯರದಲ್ಲ
ಅದ್ಯಾರದ್ದೋ, ನನಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ

ಭಾಶೇ

Women, not human
Cursed with a vagina
Life is prison
Abuse, our song
Crushed everyday to death
Women are not humans

Respect of the family, caste,
At times, village, taluk, districts too
Is hidden in our vaginas
We walk with fear
Women are not humans

Women are not animals either
Before you butcher a chicken or goat
Gender is not looked at
No iron rod is inserted into the vagina
Neither are they raped everyday
Forget about cows
Death is imminent if you kill one
At times even if you don’t
Cows are protected, women are not
Women are not humans

Women are not plants and trees either
Permits and jail, process involved
No gender to look at
Global warming
Inevitable truth
Women are not humans
Not animals, not plants or trees

Terrified of a man’s penis
Terrified of having a vagina
Hiding her existence
From birth to death
Loses “respect” easily
Loses life easily
Women are not humans

Is she an object? A weapon? Or “nothing”?

The society and everyone else who
Have brought women to this level
Are also not humans
I don’t know what they are!

BhaShe

Sunday, March 4, 2018

I want to fix my country for the next generation

There was a time when I was in my own bubble and did not care about the world. I did my work, got paid, paid my taxes and that is all that mattered. I had money in my account and I was happy.
Today, I am a freelancer, taking a break, not working full time or earning like I used to, but I am aware of some of what is happening around me and I am bothered. I am frustrated, angry and concerned. And I do not want to keep quiet about it.

There was a time when our politicians looted our country. They have taken away crores and crores of tax payers’ money and we have done nothing about it. Black money, white money, foreign currency, gold, in many forms they have stored all our resources away in their lockers and we have done nothing about it. Scandal after scandal we Indians and the country has been looted and we have done nothing about it.

Now, it looks like the time for corporate giants to do so. Vijay Mallya, Nirav Modi, - I don’t know how big this list will go - are looting our country, our banks. Though, I do not have a clear understanding of how tax payers will be affected by this loot, I don’t find anyone else but tax payers who have to bear the burden.
Why is this happening in my country, why? And why are we keeping quiet about it? And more importantly do we know what we can do and what we should do? How do we work towards fixing this? How to get the money back and restoring some form of justice? I don’t know. This is one side to the problem.

The other side is, not letting such cases happen in the future. How do we do that? The other day, in a conversation with my father in law, he mentioned something about the loss of sense of pride. I understand it better today, looking at the number of people who have sold their souls for money. If we were to have a culture of pride in self, maybe we could turn out to be incorruptible?

This brings me to my idea of a sense of equality. Whether I am rich or not, educated or not, well to do or not, employed or not, if I have a sense of equality that I do not consider myself above or below anyone for whatever they may or may not have, then too, I can be incorruptible, right?

I believe in the idea of making money, creating jobs, growing economy and all that along with saving the environment and not exploiting any form of resources. I believe in working hard and not copying, growing and not pulling someone down, and being hopeful and not a cynic. I believe in the idea of having a sense of equality and the desire to work my way up the ladder the right way. Having a sense of pride whether I go up or not, whether I achieve what I aimed for or not. I believe in the idea of having a sense of contentment, using the term “enough” in life and applying it more often than not. I believe in having a sense of purpose that is bigger than self and bigger than my personal gain. I believe in feeling part of community and therefore having an identity that is not just me. I believe these could lead to a generation of solid and incorruptible souls.

I want to fix my country today, right now! I feel the need, I feel the urgency and I feel the desire. I want to leave a better society for the coming generations. I want the next generation to inherit a just, caring and trust worthy society which looks after everyone. I want to leave behind a society, a world with no corruption, no hate and no bitterness. I hope for a society with a sense of hope, trust, a sense of community with full of souls who are incorruptible.

Am I dreaming for something impossible? Please say “no”. I want to believe this is possible and I can work towards making this happen.

A concerned citizen.

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

ಪರ್ವತದಲ್ಲಿ ಪವಾಡ - ಪುಸ್ತಕ ವಿಮರ್ಶೆ

ಸಂಯುಕ್ತಾ ಪುಲಿಗಲ್ ರ ಪರ್ವತದಲ್ಲಿ ಪವಾಡ ಓದಿ ಕೆಳಗಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ನೆನ್ನೆಗೆ ಮುಗಿಯಿತು. ಇಂದು ಏನೋ ಖಾಲಿತನ. ಎರೆಡು ದಿನ ಎಡೆಬಿಡದೆ, ಬಿಡುವಾದಾಗಲೆಲ್ಲಾ ಓದಿದರ ಪರಿಣಾಮ.

ಆಂಡೀಸ್ ಶ್ರ‍ೇಣಿಯ ಮೌನಕ್ಕೆ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಹಾತೊರೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಅವರು ಬದುಕಿರದಿದ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಬರೆಯುತ್ತಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಹಾಗಾಗಿ, ನ್ಯಾಂಡೋ ಬದುಕಿದರು ಎಂದು ಗೊತ್ತಿದ್ದರೂ, ಹೇಗೆ ಎಂದರಿಯುವ ಕುತೂಹಲದಿ ಬಿಟ್ಟೂ ಬಿಡದೆ ಓದಿಸಿದ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಈಗ ಕೈಬಿಟ್ಟು ಮೇಜು ಸೇರಿದೆ. ಮನಸು ಖಾಲಿ ಖಾಲಿ.

ತಾನು ಓದಲು ಶುರು ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಕೈಬಿಡಲಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದಳು ಸಂ. ಪು. ಹಾಗೇ ಭಟ್ಟಿ ಇಳಿಸಿದ್ದಾಳೆ ಕನ್ನಡಕ್ಕೆ. ಅದು ಹೇಗೆ ಅನುವಾದಿಸಿದಳೂ, ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ!

ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಗಟ್ಟಿ ಹಿಡಿತ ಹೊಂದಿದೆ. ಕಡೆಯವರೆಗೂ ಒಂದೂ ಶಬ್ದವನ್ನು, ಅನುಚಿತವಾಗಿ, ಅನಾವಶ್ಯಕವಾಗಿ ಬರೆಯಲಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಗಟ್ಟಿಯಾದ ಕಥೆ, ಬೇಸರಕ್ಕೆ ಆಸ್ಪದ ಕೊಡದೆ ಓದಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗುತ್ತದೆ.

ಅನುವಾದ, ಒಂದು ಭಾಷೆಗೆ ಹೊಚ್ಚ ಹೊಸ ಯೋಚನೆಗಳನ್ನು ತರುವ ಸಾಧನ. ನಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾರದರೂ ಆಂಡೀಸ್ ಪರ್ವತಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗುವ ಸಾಧ್ಯತೆ, ಬಹಳ ಕಡಿಮೆ. ಹಾಗಂತ ಆ ಅನುಭವವನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಓದಲಾಗದು/ಓದಬಾರದು ಎಂತೇನೂ ಇಲ್ಲವಲ್ಲ?

ಅನುವಾದ ಹಾಗೆಯೇ, ಬರೆಯುವ ವಿಧಾನ, ಭಾಷೆಯ ಬಳಕೆ, ಉಪಯೋಗಕ್ಕೂ ನವೀನತೆಯನ್ನು ತರುತ್ತದೆ. ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬರೆಯುವ, ಭಾವನೆಗಳನ್ನು ಬಳಸುವ ರೀತಿ ಭಾಷ್ಯಾನುಸಾರ ಬದಲಾಗುತ್ತದೆ. ಅನುವಾದ, ಈ ಹೊಸ ರೀತಿಗಳನ್ನು ಅರಿಯಲು ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡುತ್ತದೆ.

ಕನ್ನಡಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದಿರುವ ನ್ಯಾಂಡೋರವರ ಪುಸ್ತಕ ಅವರ ಸಾಹಸ, ಬದುಕು ಸಾವಿನ ನಡುವಿನ ಹೋರಾಟ ಮತ್ತು ಛಲವನ್ನಷ್ಟೇ ಅಲ್ಲದೆ, ಅವರ ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಹರಿವು, ಭಾಷೆಯನ್ನು ಬಳಸುವ ವಿಧಾನ, ಮತ್ತು ಯೋಚನಾಲಹರಿಯನ್ನೂ ಅರಿಯಲು ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡುತ್ತದೆ. ಅನುವಾದದ ಉದ್ದೇಶವನ್ನು ಅನುವಾದಕರ ದೃಷ್ಟಿ ಮಾತ್ರ ನಿರ್ಧರಿಸಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ. ಓದುಗರಿಗೆ ಆ ಸವಿಯನ್ನು ಸವಿಯಲು ಮಾತ್ರ ಅವಕಾಶ.

ಉತ್ತಮ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕನ್ನಡಕ್ಕೆ ತಂದಿದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ, ಗೆಳತಿ ಸಂಯುಕ್ತಾಳಿಗೆ ಅಭಿನಂದನೆಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು.

ಭಾಶೆ

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Where are we headed?

Today, I read in the news papers, a bus conductor was physically abused for stopping a boy from harassing a girl in the bus. A thoughtful, noble act rewarded with abuse, hurt and thrashing? Why? Why do our youngsters think it is okay to hurt someone? What have we done wrong? Where have we gone wrong in their upbringing?

Abuse of freedom of speech – “whatever you say is valued” is this the impression created by parents/society today. Is this over importance encouraging the kids to abuse?

You deserve everything – whether it is an expensive mobile phone or a girl who is not interested in you. The mentality of 'deserving', is that the problem?

Whatever you do, I will save you – parents taking responsibility for their children's action and saving them. Is that the problem?

Shortsightedness – this instant gratification generation is looking for only that, instant gratification. In such a case, who thinks about consequences?

Societal apathy – our general attitude of “it is none of my business” leading to creation unsafe spaces?

No sense of right or wrong – Have ideas like right and wrong gone missing? Are we in a time and space where over extension of the being nonjudgmental philosophy leading to this loss?

I am worried reading this. I wonder what we can do to change this. How can we look at today’s youth and help them have a healthy attitude. How???

Sowmyashree Gonibeedu

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Penance

I deserve
So, you forgive

It slipped my hand
I broke your heart
I now understand
What I’ve hurt
I see my deeds
My heart is shrunk
I beg, I plead
Wash my stink

I know, I know, I know
The pain is hard to let go
But please know, know, know
I won’t ever let you go
I love you, love you, love you
From the bottom of my heart
No matter what you do
Our life wont tear apart
I will wait and wait and wait
For you to take me as I am
It’s in my fate and my fate
I know that day isn’t far

My mistake
Being careless
That doesn’t make
Me reckless
I was wrong
I acknowledge
Pain was long
But now I pledge

I know, I know, I know
The pain is hard to let go
But please know, know, know
I won’t ever let you go
I love you, love you, love you
From the bottom of my heart
No matter what you do
Our life wont tear apart
I will wait and wait and wait
For you to take me as I am
It’s in my fate and my fate
I know that day isn’t far

I will be careful
Won’t cause hurt
More thankful
Forget the dirt
Don’t I deserve
One more chance
So you forgive
My time to penance

BhaShe

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

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change brings to India Workshops in Theatre for Living by David Diamond


(Scroll down for English Version)

ಸೆಂಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಕಮ್ಯುನಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್ ಅಂಡ್ ಚೇಂಜ್ (CCDC)
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ಒಸ್ಬೊರ್ನ್ ರೋಡ್, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು
ದೂರವಾಣಿ: 080 23692168 
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ಸೆಂಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಕಮ್ಯುನಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್ ಅಂಡ್ ಚೇಂಜ್ ಭಾರತದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೊದಲಬಾರಿಗೆ ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡರ "ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್" ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರವನ್ನು ಆಯೋಜಿಸಿದೆ.

ಸೆಂಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಕಮ್ಯುನಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್ ಅಂಡ್ ಚೇಂಜ್ ಈ ಹೊಸವರ್ಷವನ್ನು ಅಂತಾರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಪ್ರಶಂಸೆಗೆ ಒಳಗಾಗಿರುವ ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ಮತ್ತು ಅವರ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ ಅನ್ನು ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗೆ ತರುವ ಮೂಲಕ ಆಚರಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ. 2014ರಲ್ಲಿ ಅತ್ಯಂತ ಯಶಸ್ವಿಯಾಗಿ ರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಮಟ್ಟದಲ್ಲಿ "ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್" (TO) ಸಮ್ಮೇಳನ "ಡೈವರ್ಸಿಟಿ ಡೈಲಾಗ್" ಆಯೋಜಿಸಿದ ನಂತರ, CCDC, ಜನವರಿ 2 ರಿಂದ ಜನವರಿ 17, 2017 ರ ವರೆಗೆ ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡರ ಮೂರು ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರಗಳನ್ನು ಎದುರುನೋಡುತ್ತಿದೆ.

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CCDC ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸ್ಥಾಪಿತವಾದ ಸಂಸ್ಥೆಯಾಗಿದ್ದು ಅದು "ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್" ಅನ್ನು ಪ್ರಚಾರಗೊಳಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ. ವೈಯಕ್ತಿಕ ಮತ್ತು ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಬದಲಾವಣೆಗಾಗಿ ಒಂದು ಸೃಜನಾತ್ಮಕ ಸಾಧನವಾಗಿ ಪ್ರಪಂಚದಾದ್ಯಂತ ಬಳಸಲಾಗುತ್ತಿರುವ "ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್", ಬ್ರೆಜಿಲಿಯನ್ ರಂಗಭೂಮಿ ನಿರ್ದೇಶಕ ಆಗಸ್ಟೊ ಬೊಆಲ್ ರವರಿಂದ ರಚಿಸಲ್ಪಟ್ಟಿದೆ. ಪೌಲೊ ಪ್ರೈಯರಿಯವರ "ಪೆಡಗೊಜಿ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್" ಪುಸ್ತಕದಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಕಲ್ಪನೆಗಳಿಂದ ಪ್ರೇರೇಪಿತಗೊಂಡ ರಂಗಭೂಮಿಯ ಆಟಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಚಟುವಟಿಕೆಗಳ ಗುಂಪು ಇದಾಗಿದೆ. TO ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರಗಳು ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳು ಮತ್ತು ಸಮುದಾಯಗಳು ತಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಮತ್ತು ಇತರರನ್ನು ರೂಪಾಂತರಗೊಳಿಸಲು ತಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ ಇರುವ ಸಾಮರ್ಥ್ಯವನ್ನು ಕಂಡುಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಬರಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯವಾಗುವ ಜಾಗವನ್ನು ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.

ನೀವು www.ccdc.in. ನಲ್ಲಿ CCDC ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಓದಬಹುದು.

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ಮತ್ತು ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್, ವ್ಯಾಂಕುವಾರ್ ನ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ (TfL) (ಹಿಂದೆ ಹೆಡ್ಲೈನ್ಸ್ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್), ನ ಸಂಸ್ಥಾಪಕ ಮತ್ತು ಕಲಾತ್ಮಕ ನಿರ್ದೇಶಕರಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ರಂಗಭೂಮಿಯನ್ನು ಬಳಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಸಮುದಾಯಗಳು ತಮ್ಮ ಕಥೆಗಳನ್ನು ಹೇಳಲು ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ (TfL) ಸಹಾಯಮಾಡುತ್ತದೆ. TfL ಆಗಸ್ಟೊ ಬೊಆಲ್ ರ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಆಫ್ ದಿ ಒಪ್ಪ್ರೆಸ್ಡ್ ಇಂದ ವಿಕಾಸಗೊಂಡಿದೆ. "ಪೀಡಕ / ತುಳಿತಕ್ಕೊಳಗಾದವರು" ಎಂಬ ಬೈನರಿ / ದ್ವಿಮುಖ ಭಾಷೆಯಿಂದ ದೂರಹೋಗಿ ಇದು ಕಲಾತ್ಮಕ ಅಭಿವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳಿಗೆ ತಡೆ ಹಾಕಿದಾಗ ಉಂಟಾಗುವ ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಅನಾರೋಗ್ಯವನ್ನು ನಿವಾರಿಸಲು ಅವಕಾಶ ಒದಗಿಸುತ್ತದೆ.

ನಾವು ನಮ್ಮ ದೈನಂದಿನ ಶಬ್ದಕೋಶವನ್ನು ಸಾಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಕ ಅಭಿವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಯ ಭಾಗವಾಗಿ ಪುನಃ ಬಳಸಲಾರಂಬಿಸಿದರೆ - ನಾವು ನಮ್ಮ ಸಾಮೂಹಿಕ ಕಥೆಗಳು ಹೇಳಲು ಬಳಸುವ ಒಂದು ಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ ಭಾಷೆ - ನಾವು ವೈಯಕ್ತಿಕ ಮತ್ತು ಸಾಮಾಜಿಕ ಸಮತೋಲನದತ್ತ ಮುಂದುವರೆದಂತೆ.

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಮೂಲನಿವಾಸಿಗಳು, ನಿರಾಶ್ರಿತರು, ಮಹಿಳಾ ಗುಂಪುಗಳು, ಪರಿಸರವಾದಿಗಳು, ರಸ್ತೆಯ ಯುವಜನ, ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ವೃತ್ತಿಗಾರರು ಮತ್ತು ನಿರಾಶ್ರಿತರು ಸೇರಿದಂತೆ ವಿಶ್ವದಾದ್ಯಂತ ಹಲವಾರು ಗುಂಪುಗಳ ಜೊತೆ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ.
ಅವರು ಕೆನಡಾ, USA ಮತ್ತು ಯುರೋಪ್, ನಮೀಬಿಯಾ, ನ್ಯೂಜಿಲ್ಯಾಂಡ್, ಆಸ್ಟ್ರೇಲಿಯಾ, ಬ್ರೆಜಿಲ್, ರುವಾಂಡಾ, ಪ್ಯಾಲೆಸ್ಟೈನ್ ಮತ್ತು ಸಿಂಗಾಪುರಗಳ ಉದ್ದಕ್ಕೂ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದಾರೆ, ಮತ್ತು ನೇರ, ಪರಸ್ಪರ ವೇದಿಕೆ, ದೂರದರ್ಶನ ಮತ್ತು ವೆಬ್ ಪ್ರಸಾರದ ಅಭಿವೃದ್ಧಿ ಪಡಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಸಿಟಿ ವ್ಯಾಂಕೋವರ್ ಸಾಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಕ ಹಾರ್ಮನಿ ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ, ಜೆಸ್ಸಿ ರಿಚರ್ಡ್ಸನ್ ರವರ ಇನ್ನೊವೇಷನ್ ಇನ್ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ, ಫ಼್ರೇಸರ್ ವ್ಯಾಲಿ ವಿಶ್ವವಿದ್ಯಾಲಯದಿಂದ ಗೌರವ ಡಾಕ್ಟರೇಟ್, ಮತ್ತು ರಾಜಕೀಯ ರಂಗಕಲೆಗೆ ಒಟ್ಟೊ ರೆನೆ ಕ್ಯಾಸ್ಟಿಲ್ಲೊ ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿ ಸೇರಿದಂತೆ ಹಲವಾರು ಪ್ರಶಸ್ತಿಗಳನ್ನು ಸ್ವೀಕರಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಆಸ್ಟ್ರಿಯಾದ ಯೂನಿವರ್ಸಿಟಿ ಆಫ್ ಇನ್ಸ್ಬ್ರಕ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಯುನೆಸ್ಕೋ ದ ಶಾಂತಿ ಅಧ್ಯಯನಗಳ ಸ್ನಾತಕೋತ್ತರ ಕಲಾ ವಿಭಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ಶಾಂತಿ, ಅಭಿವೃದ್ಧಿ, ಭದ್ರತೆ ಮತ್ತು ಅಂತರರಾಷ್ಟ್ರೀಯ ಕಾನ್ಫ್ಲಿಕ್ಟ್ ಟ್ರ್ಯಾನ್ಸ್ಫರ್ಮೇಷನ್ ಭೋದಿಸುವ ಅತಿಥಿ ಪ್ರಾಧ್ಯಾಪಕರಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಆಲ್ಬರ್ಟಾ ವಿಶ್ವವಿದ್ಯಾನಿಲಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೆಡಿಸಿನ್ ಮತ್ತು ಡೆಂಟಿಸ್ಟ್ರಿ ಯ ವಿಭಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ಕೂಡ ಅಥಿತಿ ರಂಗನಿರ್ದೇಶಕರಾಗಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

TfL ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿನ ಮಾಹಿತಿಗಾಗಿ theatreforliving.com ಭೇಟಿ ನೀಡಿ.

ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ (TfL) ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರ
CCDC ಮತ್ತು ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ಜನವರಿ 2 ಮತ್ತು ಜನವರಿ 17, 2017 ರ ನಡುವೆ ಒಟ್ಟು 15 ದಿನಗಳ ಮೂರು ಕಾರ್ಯಕ್ರಮಗಳನ್ನು ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ನಡೆಸಿಕೊಡಲಿದ್ದಾರೆ:

Ø TfL ಒದಗಿಸುವ ತರಬೇತುದಾರ ತರಬೇತಿ, ಜನವರಿ 2 ರಿಂದ ಜನವರಿ 7, 2017: ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ವಾರಾವಧಿಯ ತರಬೇತಿ. 30 ಭಾರತೀಯ ಹಾಗೂ ವಿದೇಶೀ ವ್ಯಕ್ತಿಗಳು ಭಾಗವಹಿಸಲಿದ್ದಾರೆ.

Ø 2 ಡಿಗ್ರೀಯ ಭಯ ಮತ್ತು ಬಯಕೆ, ಜನವರಿ 10, 2017: ಕಾಪ್ ಇನ್ ದ ಹೆಡ್ ತಂತ್ರ ಬಳಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಜಾಗತಿಕ ತಾಪಮಾನ ಏರಿಕೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ 1 ದಿನದ ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರ.

Ø ಅಂಡರ್ ದಿ ಸ್ಪಾಟ್ಲೈಟ್ - ಮಾನಸಿಕ ಆರೋಗ್ಯ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗಳ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ರಂಗಭೂಮಿ ಆಧಾರಿತ ಪರಿಶೋಧನೆ, ಜನವರಿ 12-17: ಡಾ ಆರ್.ಎನ್. ಮೂರ್ತಿ ಫೌಂಡೇಶನ್ NIMHANSನ ಬೆಂಬಲದೊಂದಿಗೆ NIMHANSನ ಕ್ಲಿನಿಕಲ್ ಸೈಕಾಲಜಿ ಇಲಾಖೆ ಜೊತೆ CCDC ಸಹ ಆಯೋಜಿಸಲಾಗಿದೆ. ಈ ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರದಲ್ಲಿ ಆಮಂತ್ರಣದ ಮೂಲಕ ಮಾತ್ರ ಭಾಗವಹಿಸಬಹುದು. 6 ದಿನದ ಈ ಕಾರ್ಯಾಗಾರ ಜನವರಿ 17, 2017 ರಂದು ಒಂದು ಸಂವಾದಾತ್ಮಕ ಸಾರ್ವಜನಿಕ ಫೋರಮ್ ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನದೊಂದಿಗೆ ಕೊನೆಗೊಳ್ಳಲಿದೆ. ಈ ಫೋರಮ್ ಪ್ರದರ್ಶನಕ್ಕೆ ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಆಹ್ವಾನವಿದೆ.

ನೋಂದಣಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ವಿವರಗಳಿಗಾಗಿ ದಯವಿಟ್ಟು ಲಾಗ್ ಆನ್ ಮಾಡಿ http://www.ccdc.in/theatre-for-living-workshops

"ಥಿಯೇಟರ್ ಫಾರ್ ಲಿವಿಂಗ್ ನ ಭಾಷೆ, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನ ಜನರು ಮತ್ತು ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯನ್ನು ಭೇಟಿಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಆಗಬಹುದಾದ ರೂಪಾಂತರಕ್ಕೆ" ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ಎದುರುನೋಡುತ್ತಿದ್ದಾರೆ. "ಪರಿವರ್ತನೆಯ ಸಂಭಾಷಣೆ ಉತ್ತೇಜಿಸುವ ಯಾವ ರೀತಿಯ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳನ್ನು ನಾವು ಒಂದು ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಕೇಳಬಹುದು? "

CCDC ಸ್ಥಾಪಕ ಟ್ರಸ್ಟಿ ರಾಧಾ ರಾಮಸ್ವಾಮಿ ಹೇಳುತ್ತಾರೆ, "ಮುಂದಿನ 15 ದಿನಗಳು ವಿಶಿಷ್ಟವಾದ ಕಲಿಕೆಯ ಅವಕಾಶವಾಗಿದೆ. ಭಾರತ ಹಾಗೂ ವಿದೇಶದ 30 ಜನರು ಡೇವಿಡ್ ಡೈಮಂಡ್ ರಿಂದಲೇ TfLನ ಭಾಷೆ ಕಲಿಯಲಿದ್ದಾರೆ. CCDC ಮಾನಸಿಕ ಆರೋಗ್ಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಅರ್ಥಪೂರ್ಣ ಸಂಭಾಷಣೆ ನಡೆಸುವ ಕೆಲಸ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಹಾಗಾಗಿ ಅದು TfL ಈ ಕ್ರಿಯೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಗೆ ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡಬಹುದು ಎಂದು ಕಲಿಯಲು ಕಾತುರವಾಗಿದೆ.

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change
A 6, Grasmere Apartments,
Osborne Road, Bangalore 560042
India
Tel: 080 23692168
contact@ccdc.in

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change brings to India
Workshops in Theatre for Living by David Diamond.

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change (CCDC), Bangalore, ushers in the New Year with yet another powerful theatre extravaganza, bringing the internationally acclaimed theatre facilitator David Diamond and his Theatre for Living to Bangalore. After hosting a highly successful national level Theatre of the Oppressed conference, Diversity Dialogues, in 2014, CCDC is back with a set of three workshops facilitated by David Diamond, from January 2 to January 17, 2017.

Centre for Community Dialogue and Change

CCDC is a Bangalore,India based organization promoting Theatre of the Oppressed. Used the world over as a creative tool for personal and social transformation, Theatre of the Oppressed was created by Brazilian theatre director Augusto Boal. It is a set of theatre games and exercises inspired by the ideas of the educationist, Paulo Freire, as articulated in his book, Pedagogy of the Oppressed. TO workshops create a space where individuals and communities come together to realise their potential to transform themselves and others.

You can read more about CCDC at www.ccdc.in

David Diamond and Theatre for Living

David Diamond is the founder and artistic director of Vancouver's Theatre for Living (formerly Headlines Theatre), which uses theatre to help communities tell their stories. Theatre for Living (Tfl) has evolved from Augusto Boal's Theatre of the Oppressed - moving away from the binary language and model of "oppressor/oppressed", it approaches community-based cultural work from a systems-based perspective. If we can reclaim cultural expression as part of our everyday vocabulary – a common language that we use to tell our own collective stories – we are one step closer to being balanced as individuals and as communities.

David has worked with many groups around the world including First Nations, refugees, women's groups, environmentalists, street youth, health practitioners, and people who are homeless. He has worked throughout Canada, the USA and Europe, besides Namibia, New Zealand, Australia, Brazil, Rwanda, Palestine and Singapore, and has pioneered the development of live, interactive Forum television and web casting.

David is the recipient of numerous awards, including the City of Vancouver's Cultural Harmony
Award, the Jessie Richardson Award for Innovation in Theatre, an Honorary Doctorate from the
University of the Fraser Valley and the Otto René Castillo Award for Political Theatre.

David is a Visiting Faculty Member at the Master of Arts Program in Peace, Development, Security and International Conflict Transformation at the UNESCO Chair for Peace Studies, University of Innsbruck, Austria, and Visiting Theatre Director at the Faculty of Medicine and Dentistry, University of Alberta.

For more on Tfl please visit theatreforliving.com

The Theatre for Living (TfL) workshops in Bangalore, India.

CCDC and David Diamond will come together for 15 days between January 2 and January 17, 2017 with three programmes:

 The TfL Facilitator Training, January 2 to January 7, 2017 : a weeklong training in Theatre for Living for 30 participants from across India and abroad.

 2 Degrees of Fear and Desire, January 10, 2017 : a 1-day workshop on global warming using the Cop in the Head theatrical exercise.

 Under the Spotlight - An Exploration of Mental Health Issues, January 12-17 : co-organised by CCDC with the Department of Clinical Psychology, NIMHANS, with support from Dr RN Moorthy Foundation, NIMHANS. Participation in this workshop is by invitation only. The intensive 6-day workshop will culminate in an interactive public Forum Theatre performance by the participants on January 17, 2017.

For details regarding registration please log on to: http://www.ccdc.in/theatre-for-living-workshops

David Diamond is "Looking forward to seeing how the language of Theatre for Living transforms as it encounters the people and culture in Bangalore. What kind of questions can we ask together that stimulate a transformational dialogue? "

“The next 15 days offer exciting learning opportunities" says Radha Ramaswamy, Founder Trustee of CCDC, “30 people from across India will learn the language of TfL from David Diamond himself. We are also looking forward to learning how TfL can help create meaningful dialogues around mental health, an area that CCDC is strongly committed to.”

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

ಕಮಲ

ಮೊಗ್ಗಾಗಿದ್ದೆ
ಅರಳುವವಳಿದ್ದೆ
ನೀವು ಹೇಳುವಂತೆ ಬಲಿತಿದ್ದೆ

ಅರಳುವ ಮೊದಲೇ
ತಾಯಿ ಬೇರಿಂದ
ಹೂಗಾರನ ಬುಟ್ಟಿಸೇರಿದ್ದೆ

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಪೂಜೆ
ನಿಮ್ಮ ನೆಮ್ಮದಿ
ನನ್ನ ಖಂಡಾಂತರ ಪ್ರಯಾಣ

ದೊಡ್ಡ ಪೂಜಾರಿಯ
ಒರಟು ಕೈಗಳಲ್ಲಿ
ನನ್ನ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಅವಸಾನ

ಹೊರ ಪಕಳೆಗಳ ಕಿತ್ತು
ಒಳಗಿನದನ ಬಿಡಿಸಿ
ಬಲವಂತದಿ ನನ್ನ ಹೂವಾಗಿಸಿ

ಮಂತ್ರಘೋಷ
ಭಕ್ತಿ ಭಾವದಿಂದ
ಹಿಡಿದೆನ್ನ ದೇವರ ಮೇಲೇರಿಸಿ

ಮರುದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ನಾನು
ಕಸವಾಗುವ ನಿರ್ಮಾಲ್ಯ
ನಿಮಗಿನ್ನು ನನ್ನ ಚಿಂತೆಯಿಲ್ಲ

ನಾ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದಾ ಕೆರೆಗೇ
ನಾನೀಗ ಮಾಲಿನ್ಯ
ಒಳಗುಳಿದ ಬದುಕಿನ್ನೂ ಸತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ

ಭಾಶೆ

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Karma’s ways to bite

He cheated and moved
I was sad and bruised
I missed his company
But life got its symphony

Came back with request
On social media to connect
At my level, Manager
Grown, it looked meager

I took a step, went up
He again had to catch up
Maybe he took a turn
Devious plans he did churn

Karma has its ways to bite
In a “name” it showed its might
Is his memory his foe?
Karma, I take a bow

BhaShe

Friday, March 11, 2016

Molehill

While I sit and make a mountain out of a molehill
Over friends who haven’t called and checked on me
There are girls who are sold by their dads
To pimps, to be trafficked to Mumbai’s sex districts

Who was there to take care of her anyway?
The women her father slept with hated her
The men her mother slept with have lusted her
Other elders in the society have groped her

It’s just another way of life, a job, an income
Just go, stay, earn and send the money back
Some hungry mouths here have food in their plates
You stay there, do what you do, don’t come back

Who knows, she might find a family there too
A sister who shares the pain of being sold
A mother who has aborted many a times, cold
A friend, to confess, to cry, to talk and to hold

Will I ever grow enough to see a molehill as a molehill?
And enough to see what is and how big a mountain is
Or will I stay listening to all of it as if it is a story
And believe, I live in a universe far away from all that is

BhaShe

Monday, March 7, 2016

Flower

I brew nectar at odd hours of nights
You would have a message when the day breaks
A bowl of peace handed to you with a smile

I breathe the fullest at odd hours of nights
You would have my strong scent when the day breaks
Filling you up with a fresh mood for the rest of the day

I make colors and paint myself at odd hours of nights
You would see the best of me when the day breaks
Still carrying sparkle from countless stars I watched

I make my world a little better at odd hours of nights
Every morning when you wake up, you get to see
How me being 'me' is one step closer to serenity

BhaShe

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Shishila – The Destination

The Desire:
About 4 or 5 years ago, I, appa, amma and Ankith went to a place called Nanya Bhairaveshwar. The ride was beautiful. It is about 25 kms away from my home and is a beautiful place. We had been there in the evening and we looked around. That is when I first saw the peak of Shishila. What a sight it was! As soon as I saw that peak, I wanted to climb to the top of it. I started suggesting that we should go there. Amma and appa tried convincing me that it was a bad idea to start at that hour. When I started making a fuss about it, appa made it very clear that it is not a viable idea. It was getting late and we had to walk in the wild to go to the top and without a guide there is a high possibility that we could be lost. I had to succumb, I had no power over this argument and we returned. For a minute I had the thought of wanting to get married on that hill top.



The Revival:
Last September when I was home, I spoke about my long lasting desire to climb the Shishila hilltop and Chetu helped me with Raju’s number. Raju is a villager in Bhairapura village (which is the nearest) and also acts as a guide to visitors. He spoke about leaches and other problems and suggested that we should plan to go there in November or December.

The Journey:
27th December 2015, me, appa and ankith left home at 12:00 noon. A junction near Agriculture College, before Mudigere, we took a left to go towards Bhairapura. At every junction we asked for directions and we were misguided once. We travelled extra for about 2 kms in the wrong direction and because we asked for directions all the way, we got back to the right road soon. After a while, in the next junction, where we asked for directions yet again, we could look at the Shishila hill top. Ankith noticed the excitement on my face and mentioned it was so much, as though I had already climbed up to the top.

We reached Nanya Bhairaveshwara temple and called up Raju. Oh! You will be lucky if you find any mobile network there, and we were lucky for a while.

The Disappointment:
Raju mentioned that wild elephants had been there at 10:30 in the morning. As we were only 3, he suggested it is better we go back now and come again in a group, instead of the planned adventure. We strolled for a few minutes, saw the way to the hilltop which goes inside the forest, and decided to go back. We could see elephant dump and the havoc they had created that morning, some broken trees, broken twigs and smashed bushes. It was enough proof for us to vouch our decision. We came back to the place where we had parked our bikes and started eating watermelon we carried.

Angels Arrived:
A toofan arrived with 17 people in it. Yes, you read it right, 17, aged between 10 and 45. 13 of them said they are going to climb Shishila. We all jumped out of joy and joined them. It did not take much time for us to get friendly. Together we started walking towards our common destination.
The path in the forest was well made but there were places where we had to walk up on dusty, stone filled roads. It was very slippery and very tiring. Once we crossed the forest it was again an uphill climb and it was extremely exhausting. Ankith held my hand and encouraged me to climb up, “a little more and we will be on flat land”, he would say.




I was breathless by the time I reached the flatland. It indeed was flatland and I rested for a while. Then, the next step was to climb to the peak. Appa said he won’t go up and suggested that I too stay back. I did not want to give up, after going so close. The kids started climbing fast and I took my time to go up. This time appa was with me, asking me to be careful and helping me climb. This was not tiring but very risky. It’s a steep climb and one miss step could lead to a disaster.

I did reach the top successfully along with appa. Ankith had already reached and had clicked some photos too. It took an hour to climb and what a view it was! We could see South Canara border from the top. This day and all its efforts were all worth it. Though not clear, we could still see range of mountains. We could see a river and a water falls at a distant location and we could see beauty in all directions.



It took lesser time to climb down, a small break and step two, and we had reached the gateway to the forest. We all gathered together and walked together as that was our best chance of survival in case wild elephants paid a visit. Four people who had stayed back had watched us climb the hill top and were waiting for us. We said a ton load of thanks to all of them and bid goodbye.

Known Turf:
You might have noticed I said very little about food, because we had very little. On our way back we ate some biscuits and drank some water. It was almost 5:30 and we were in a hurry to get back.

Our way back, we found new connecting roads. From Bhairapura we went towards Devavrunda circle, from there to Jannapura and finally to Gonibeedu. We followed the same protocol of asking for directions all the way till we reached the Devavrunda circle. Dad geared up, “no need to ask anyone for directions” he speeded up. We reached back home, tired, content and me, a dream fulfilled.

PS: Photo credit Ankith H S


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

BhaShe

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

BhaShe

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

BhaShe

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Impotent

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?

BhaShe

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

BhaShe

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

BhaShe

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Mesmerized

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

BhaShe

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

ಭಾಶೆ

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.

BhaShe

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Storm has Passed

The storm has passed

Busy erasing the scars, that
Making memories have halted
Refresh, start over, and leave the scars alone

Have been traveling the whole night
Direction west
Do I see a tinge of orange in my mirror?
Like light moves in circles
Have I taken a U turn?
Am I back at where I started?
But with a different direction

Some tunnels on my way were so lit
That I forgot sun
Sun, who lights up the whole world
Sometimes it is so cloudy
Sun does not make a difference at all

It is the light inside me
That is lighting up my world
It is the god inside me
That is keeping me alive

Forget and ban the sounds from outside
Let me hear the voices from my stomach
It is not easy; I am tuned out till now
But I hear a static, I hear noises
Am sure, I will tune in, soon,

Reflections are guiding me
They are taking me places
When in dark, I see light
And I see reflections too
Bat ears and cat eyes

The storm has passed
Is it time to settle down?
Is it time to prepare for another one?
I shake myself off the dust
Thinking I am a phoenix
And I wonder

BhaShe

Thursday, December 18, 2014

By the End

Stay away,
You don’t belong here
I close my doors on you
I need no pain

Shed those bags
Those and more
But even then
You are not really free

I am afraid of you
I am excited by you
I am confused by this
And I am working my sheet

Balance sheet in the process
Assets and liabilities
Yours and mine
It is in progress

Wait outside the door
I take time to do my math
Only if I see a profit
Will I let you inside

Stay where you are
Don’t push any buttons
I haven’t yet figured out
You might just be nothing

You might just be
A beautifully packed pain
An absent dream
A no one and nothing by the end

BhaShe

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

White Sheet

I stare at a white sheet
Not knowing what to write

When hurt is a tumor in my throat
When I have been the scapegoat
When the wounds won’t heal, but rot
I stare, not knowing what to write

When my ears drums are bombarded
Every emotion gets aborted, retarded
Remedies I try fail as soon as they are started
I stare, not knowing what to write

Though I desire to wish away pain
For peace, love, harmony to remain
Journey to unknown currents to detain
I stare, not knowing what to write

Are his doors open for me, I wonder
Have I missed his call, his murmur?
Will I find my soul, my peace, inside, under?
I stare, not knowing what to write

BhaShe