Opposites

You live in limits
These many hours of work
This much spending on this thing
These many hours of sleep and these many kisses

I know no limits
I want to take the whole world in my arms
I want to buy the most precious pearls
I want the love to go on and on

You loved this passion in me
I loved how organized you were
You loved the madness and rush
I loved the peace and calm

We fell in love with each other
Now we attempt to live together
The passion you loved in me looks mess
The organized I loved in looks time table

We attempt to change each other like the other
And fail, fighting and falling apart
Our own qualities take priority over love
Leaving us hating the mess we create

It’s tough when two opposites meet
And tougher to get along with minimum fights
Toughest to keep increasing love for each other
And that’s how marriage stories grow.

BhaShe

Extra Marital Affair

You are still my desire
My teenage dream girl
My current wife and
Mom of my lovely kids
But I cannot resist
Dreaming about ‘her’

You are homely, perfect wife
I sill and will always love you
But I love ‘her’ too, the one I work with
She is an untamed animal
She is a mystery, an onion
Opens up layer by layer

Don’t you remember falling for him?
The perfect boss you had at work
Yours was a childlike crush,
But mine, a full time love
Till the time you know what I am doing,
You are not hurt, are you?

I am amazed, how I am convinced
That I am not cheating you by loving her
I love you both, she knows it
You are the one I have hidden it from
I am not afraid of you, but your tears
But the blame that you will put on me and hurt yourself

I don’t know how to explain this to you
I love you more but I love her too
It’s not something that you don’t have,
That I have found in her, that pulled me in,
But something you have, that she possesses
Attracts me to her more

To the outside world, I am a cheap cheater,
She is a cheap girl and you are cheated
But I know what I feel, how lovely it is
I find no harm in being loved or in loving someone
I know the never ending need to be loved
I am not sorry for pouring my love on to both of you

BhaShe

Just so you know!

The heart you stabbed
Still beats for you
After days and months
It still waits for you
It still lives for you
It still loves you a lot

I miss you when I breath
I miss your scent, I miss your smile
Though you played around
I feel honesty in those sweet nothings
I loved you from the bottom of my heart
You were not sure what it was

I fail to change, fail to move on
I question myself, how did it happen
How could you leave me and my love
How could you hurt me so much
When you cared, you cared too much
And now the lack of it, hurts too much

No matter what you did
I love you like I love God
I am happy I was ever loved by you
I was ever one with you
I still remain loyal to your memory
And stay awake always, waiting for you

BhaShe

Forbidden Scent

In just one touch
I was covered by his scent
I still smell the same, after hours

Whenever I need
I smell that dress I wore
I would never wear or wash it again

I cannot resist
The temptation to smell
Do I like the scent or him?

What I might want
Is already forbidden
How can I even desire for it?

I do not want to let go
The smell I have acquired
Wonder, how am I going to preserve?

BhaShe

Please let us live by our terms

When we were kids you introduced us to the society
Told us what is right and what is wrong
Told us how a family is built and how it works
Made us believe in love, marriage and things like that
We took your advice and walked our steps
Brought together by love, united by marriage

We are a family now, only we two
Though part of a your families, we are on our own
We make rules, as follow them or break
We live the life we wanted, the way we like
Still in line with the rules of the society

Why do you poke your nose into our house
Make us feel what you think is what is right
Make us into something what we are not
Follow your opinions and have differences
Spoil the peace of mind, that we otherwise have

Our life within those four walls is ours
No society, no relative, no friend is allowed
We know each other better than any of you know us
We know what we want and when we want
We have our terms to keep our life happy

Please let us live by our terms
Our happiness is the only thing that should matter
We know our life, or at least we’ll figure out on our own
Don’t overload us with your point of views
Too many advisers does not make a happy marriage.

BhaShe

Memories

As the sun sets, light dims, stars twinkle
As the full moon emerges from the other end
As the high tides wash away our sand castle
I look at the remaining ruins of our castle
And think, what good memories

Such enthusiasm I had this morning
Plan was to spend a whole day with you
On the beach, playing with the waves and rocks
It was a dream picnic spot for anybody
Plan was to just have some time for life

We built such beautiful and detailed castle
I was the Princess and you were the King
Our story went on and on for the whole day
With no watch, mobile or laptop around
We lost the count of time, we forgot the tick-tock

You left just before the sunset, time had passed
I stood watching you disappear in to darkness
Still wanting to know when can we do this again
Waves got rough and destroyed our castle
I am dragging myself home, carrying "memories"

BhaShe

Life Partner "Best Friend for Life"

If I remember right, there is a shloka which says wife is your best friend for life. Considering today’s lifestyle, I figured it may mean to say your life partner is your best friend for life.

In earlier days, men used to be the bread earner and women used to stay home and take care of the households. Men used to see the world and women used to make their home their world. Women used to use all that they have to do the roles of Mantri, Rambha, Mata and so on as it goes in another shloka. However, today, as both men and women do both the roles of earning bread and looking after the household, they both need to be each others best friend.

Why friend might be your question. In marriage the string that binds each other is not blood, but love, and sometimes the outcomes of a marriage. Two people who are married are expected to live together, help each other in daily life and share a whole lot of stuff. This emphasizes on the requirement to have a friendly relationship with each other. I know a lot of couples hate whom they are married to more often than they love, but that does not make the marriage broken. If that need to be taken seriously then all marriages would lead to divorce. It always is a love-hate relationship and a balance is what makes it work. That balance, a lot of times, is brought by the friendliness in the relationship.

So, coming back to the friendship part, which sounds as a necessity for a good marriage. How many of us can claim that their wife/husband is their best friend? I don’t know how many but I would be happy every time the count increases. How many of us are transparent with our life partners? It may be “I’ll smoke at office hours and she’ll not get to know” or “I’ll cheat on him at office hours and he’ll not get to know” or more. Hiding facts, hiding truth, from the person who we claim we love a lot and with whom we share out life. How right is that? If all these hidden facts come to light, the effects would rock the boat. However, more and more couples are hiding their life from their life partners.

Wouldn’t it be nice to be frank with the one person you love. Tell that you are doing something that they may not like. Take the truth on its face value and get over with. Wouldn’t it make life simpler, better and worth living?

Ego and taking for granted are other two important factors that can spoil a marriage. Why should I say sorry has the power to make many night and days silent. These issues dries out the love out of the relationship and makes it a burden. Why wait to say sorry? Why not forgive without a sorry? Every minute that is spent on these fights and talk less time had the potential to be a memorable time. Why turn it in to pain when it can be fun.

Trust on each other is also very important for a happy marriage. We believe whatever a friend says without much of discussion and debate, we ask friends for help when we are in trouble and look at issues from their point of view, then why not life partner? Aren't they the best people to help? They know our life as much as we know it and they can help us better. We trust a friend easily then why not partner? Is it because we own them? Is it because of the possessiveness they have on us that makes their view point invalid? I don't think it makes it invalid, rather it makes it more appropriate. Things might go wrong sometimes, but when it hasn't? There is no perfect way of doing things. So, trust your partner and hold their hands tight. It strengthens the bond.

We live a short life and we live only once. Keeping a different, rude attitude towards the world is okay, but not with life. As we all know life can get really short for all of us any time making it sweet and worth living is the best way to live.

Make friendship with your partner. Say that you love them, say that you did not like something, say that you do something that they do not like. But say it all. Do not hide it. Be transparent. Share you had a crush on the good looking girl and make sure that you get over with it. Share that you made a mistake, when it was done but make sure that you never do it again. Forgive accidents and forget those bad times and fights. Make that life that you wanted to live, yours.

There are a list of advantages for having your life partner as best friend:
1. First and foremost view point from the other sex is easily available and that gives any issue a 360 degree outlook
2. Impact of such thing on the family can be put to perspective easily
3. You’ll have a punching bag all the time
4. Poring work tension on family can be reduced
5. Issues are resolved as a talk and not fight
6. You both are in the same page all the time on anything that is happening in each of your lives

The only disadvantage I see is that frequency of fights might increase, however the duration and intensity of it will be far lesser than once a blue moon fight. Anger is not accumulated and there is a proper vent for it to go out. Secrets of a marriage can be kept between the two, and embarrassments reduced.

With requirement for both life partners to work, we get so less time with each other. Why not tap the advantage of having a friend all the time? Make the best of the person with whom life is shared. Keep it simple, clean and truthful. Life sounds so much easier that way.

I have a full time friend in my husband and I hope he thinks the same way too. I wish all marriages turn to a life time bound friendships and all married lives have a happy life.

BhaShe

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.

BhaShe

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.

ಭಾಶೆ

Hunger

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.

BhaShe

Yesterday

Dusk
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

BhaShe

Friend

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

BhaShe

(Dedicated)

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.

BhaShe

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

Poppet

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.

Bhashe

Dream

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

BhaShe

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.

BhaShe

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!

BhaShe

Him V/S Me

Love fight.

Him:

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.

Me:

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.

BhaShe

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

BhaShe

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?

BhaShe

Failure

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

BhaShe