Tuesday, May 28, 2024

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