You Are More Like God

You have left an impression on me
You left more ends untied
I am puzzled and I keep looking for right ends to join
More than knowing you, I have imagined about you

You will always be the same for me
Even though you are actually a changed person in reality
I will always look at you the way I did, and respect
In my case, ignorance has become a bliss in disguise

When those dreams break and hurt me
Or when they come true and thrill me
I think of you and bring your face in front of my eyes
Nothing is ever as lovely and as painful as you are

From a known person, you are more of an imaginary friend now
I get creative in bringing life to those conversations
As you know, all I need is somebody to listen
And rarely anybody to guide me or even reply

I think of you when I am happy or sad
You are my prescribed antidepressant
Those words I whisper in the air about things I wanted to say
Get the burden off me, without troubling you

You are almost like god now
Unknown, not seen, curiosity and controversy
I believe you are there, but not sure if you can hear me
Your silence does not bother me anymore

BhaShe

ಗಂಡಸರೇ

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಕೀರ್ತಿಯ ಬಸಿರ ಹೊರಲು ನಾವೇ ಬೇಕು
ಇಲ್ಲದ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ನಿಮ್ಮಲ್ಲಿ, ಬೀಗುವಿರಿ ದೊಡ್ಡದೇನೋ ಸಾಧಿಸಿದ ಖುಷಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿರುವ ಚಿಗುರಿನ ಬೇರು
ಯಾವತ್ತೂ ನಮ್ಮ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯ ಗುಟ್ಟು, ನಿಮಗೇನು ಗೊತ್ತು?

ಬೊಗಸೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಗಾಗಿ, ಗೆಳೆತನಕ್ಕಾಗಿ ಬೇಡುವ ನಾವು
ಅದಕ್ಕೇ ಹಿಗ್ಗಿ ಹೀರೆಕಾಯಿಯಾಗುವ ನೀವುಗಳು
ನಾವೇ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಕೊಟ್ಟ ರಾಜ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ಅಧಿಪತಿಯಾಗಿ
ನಮ್ಮ ಮೇಲೇ ದಬ್ಬಾಳಿಕೆ ಮಾಡುವ ಮೀಸೆ ಹೊತ್ತ ಜಿರಳೆಗಳು

ಎಂದಿಗೂ ತ್ಯಾಗ, ಬಲಿದಾನವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಹೆಣ್ಣಿನ ಜವಾಬ್ದಾರಿಯೇ
ಮೈ ಬೆಳೆದರೂ ಬುದ್ಧಿ ಬೆಳೆಯದ ಗಂಡುಕುಲಕ್ಕೆ
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಜಾತಿಯ ಅರ್ಥವಾಗದ ತಳಮಳಗಳ ತಿಳಿಸಬೇಕು
ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನು ಮನುಷ್ಯರಾಗಿಸುವಲ್ಲಿ, ನಮ್ಮ ಕೂದಲು ಹಣ್ಣು

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಹೆತ್ತಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ, ಪೊರೆದಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ, ಸಂತಾನ ಸುಖ ನೀಡಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ
ಪಿತೃಗಳೆಂದಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ, ನಿಮಗಾಗಿ ಅತ್ತಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ, ನಿಮ್ಮೊಡನೆ ನಕ್ಕಿದ್ದಕ್ಕಾಗಿ
ನಮ್ಮನ್ನೂ ಒಮ್ಮೊಮ್ಮೆ ಪರಿಗಣಿಸಿ, ನಿಮ್ಮ ಆದ್ಯತೆಗಳಲ್ಲಿ
ನಿಮಗೆ ನಾವಿತ್ತ ಸಂಭ್ರಮದಲ್ಲಿ, ನಮಗೂ ಒಂದು ಪಾಲಿರಲಿ.

ಭಾಶೆ

Goddess of Happiness

Some tunes go around in my heart
I feel happy and sad together
Some incomplete feeling raises strongly
Feels as if am intoxicated or in dream

I feel hot and cold, I like myself
I look at mirror so many times
Just to check if I look okay
Who says these things happen only at sixteen?

I wanna stretch my hand to reach to people I want
It feels as if the world is revolving around me
It’s like a deep routed desire, grows as you cut
A desire which runs in my veins

I feel it’s not me, inside me, anymore
Its somebody else, formed of rain drops
Formed of hailstones, of river water
Formed of bird chirping, and evening breeze

Formed of crystals of love and happiness
Formed of spilled wine from the glass
Formed of a scent, of a sweet dream, of desire
Formed of that unknown, unseen angel

I am all feathers and flying around
I am all music, submerged in air
I am all dance, in every step, part of life,
I am the bliss, smile of god, happiness of earth

Spreading naughtiness and cheer all around
Multiplying smile and happiness, many folds
I feel supreme, unique, on top of the world
I drive strength from the love I have in my heart and in my arms

Some unknown tune runs in my mind all the time
Making me a different person constantly
I love all the love I get and I give
I am the goddess of happiness.

BhaShe

Positivity

When in dark, scared to death
Don’t lose hope, darkness has to end
Have faith and knock all the doors
One or the other shall definitely open up

Sometimes people say it’s useless
To knock a closed door
If it were to be closed all the time
It would have been wall and not door

Doors have the possibility to get open
To shed light, to show new directions
It’s like silver lining in clouds
It’s like the saying ‘everything happens for good’

Give yourself out to life, be open
For adventures, experiences, lessons
Be brave enough to take things and move on
It’s just one life, live it with positivity.

BhaShe

After you have gone

Now that, I know that, you have gone
I try to find you in everybody else

I attempt to fit the names I gave you
I try and talk the way I used to talk to you
I recall those jokes and crack them again
I try and fix those loosened ends

I seek for fresh faces to speak to
Look out for fresh ideas to write
Some time ago, it was all about you
Now I want to make it about me again

Am opening the happiness doors I had closed
My hands are welcome for a friendship shake hand
Having you as a friend and losing you is tough
It is part of life; I hope to find better ones

I can see you in pieces every where
Some of your qualities here and there
Somebody has a similar voice, gesture and laugh
Somebody else cares like you and makes me feel safe

Now that, am sure, that you are no more there
Am trying not to be like you
Am more myself and losing your influence now
Am being a new me, after you have gone

BhaShe

ರಕ್ತ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು

ಇದೇ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ನಿನಗೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿದ್ದು?
ನನ್ನ ರಕ್ತ ಕಣ್ಣೀರು

ತಣ್ಣಗೆ ನದಿಯಂತೆ ಸಾಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳಿಗೆ
ಕಲ್ಲೆಸೆದವನು ನೀನೇ
ನನ್ನ ಪಾಡಿಗೆ ನಾನಿದ್ದವಳಿಗೆ
ಇಲ್ಲದ ಆಸೆ ತೋರಿಸಿದವ ನೀನೇ

ನನ್ನದು ಅಂತ ಒಂದು ಗೂಡಿತ್ತು, ಗುರಿಯಿತ್ತು
ತನ್ನದೇ ರೀತಿಯಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳು ಚೆಂದಿತ್ತು
ಅಳುವೋ, ನಗುವೋ, ಬಾಳಲು ಛಲವಿತ್ತು
ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗಳ ನಾನು ನಿಧಾನವಾಗಿ ಕೀಳುತ್ತಿದ್ದರೂ
ಇಡಲು ಕಾಲಡಿ ನೆಲವಿತ್ತು

ನೀನಿತ್ತ ಕನಸುಗಳಲಿ ಬರೀ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಗಳು
ಭೂಮಿಯಿಂದೆತ್ತರದಿ ಹಾರಾಟ, ಮರಗಳ ತುದಿ ಒಡನಾಟ
ನದಿಯ ಜಲಪಾತವಾಗಿಸಿದವನೇ
ಹುಚ್ಚು ಹೆಬ್ಬಂಡೆಗಳ ತಂದುರುಳಿಸಿ ಗಲಗುಟ್ಟಿಸಿದವನೇ
ನಾನೇನು ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ ಹೇಳು ಇದ ಅನುಭವಿಸಲು?

ಒಮ್ಮಿಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಮರೆಯಾಗಲಿಲ್ಲ ನೀನು
ದಿನಾ ಕರಗುವ ಚಂದ್ರಮನಂತೆ
ಆಗೊಮ್ಮೆ ಈಗೊಮ್ಮೆ ನೆನಪಾದರೆ ಸುರಿವ ಅಡ್ಡ ಮಳೆಯಂತೆ
ಆಲಿಕಲ್ಲುಗಳ ಏಟುಗಳ ಕಲೆ, ಮೈಯೆಲ್ಲಾ ತುಂಬಿದೆ

ನದಿಯ ನೀರೊಣಗಿ, ಕನಸುಗಳ ರೆಕ್ಕೆ ಮುರಿದು
ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮಣ್ಣಿಗೆ, ಶರಣಾಗಿರುವೆ
ಎತ್ತರದಿಂದ ಬಂದು ಬಂಡೆಗಪ್ಪಳಿಸಿದ ರಭಸಕ್ಕೆ
ಬಂಡೆಗೇ ನೋವಾಗಿದೆ, ನಾನುಳಿದಿರುವೆನೆ?

ಮೋಸದ ಮುಗ್ಧ ಮುಖ ನಿನ್ನದು
ಕೃಷ್ಣನಂತದೆ ಒಂದು ಹೆಸರು, ಹಾಳಾಯ್ತು ಇಂದು
ಕಲೆಗಳು ಮಾಸಲು, ಕೊಳೆ ತೊಳೆಯಲು ಕಾಯುವೆ ಮಳೆಗೆ
ಕಣ್ಣಿಂದ ಹರಿದ ರಕ್ತ ಕಿವಿ, ಮೂಗು, ಬಾಯ ಸಂದಿಗಳಲಿ ಹೆಪ್ಪುಗಟ್ಟಿದೆ
ಮುತ್ತುವ ನೊಣಗಳ ಹಾರಿಸುವ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಜಾರಿಯಿದೆ

ಭಾಶೆ

Pappa

My hero, my friend and my companion

Melted for my stubbornness
Going an extra mile
Just to stop me cry
And see me smile

I was so afraid that afternoon
When the bus was crowded and dad on top
Putting luggage and bus moved
Could not think a day without you

Being spirited and enthusiastic
Climbing mountains, stunts on bike
Those fast rides leaving tears in my eyes
All the adventure I always wanted

Be it teaching me swimming or climbing trees
Solving my math problems or oiling my hair
Hunt for forest fruits or game of cards
Trek with cousins or feeding me when am angry

I can’t believe you can get old
Get angry and cranky and get tired
Your heart is young but body speaks
Those passing days are leaving an effect on you

I am still a kid, not ready to grow up
Not ready to accept realities of life
If the reality is to make me know you are old
I would rather always believe you are forty

I wanna be with you, see you grow old
And realizes the shift of responsibilities
Be strong like you were and look after
And make you feel special like you always did to me

BhaShe

Going Back to Childhood

I went back to my childhood last week
Just few hours, but bliss and joy
Came back refilled with liveliness

Playing in the river Hemavathi
Splashing water on dad, laughing loud
Walking all over the house soaked, wet

Mom made rotti and sambar
Her little palm all over my hair
Amazing oil massage and good night kiss

Granny’s shaking hands holding mine
Her pink lips on my cheeks, gentle kiss
Her desire to hear me sing the songs she taught

I feel more energy in every nerve of mine
I feel refilled, energized and lively
I went and came back from my native

BhaShe

Suicide

After a hectic week
I hit home on a Friday night
Open the door with my key and enter
I scream my lungs out
Somebody is hanging to the fan with a rope
Attempt to suicide

Only we two live here,
Who is this third person hanging?
With my heart pounding I go and see
It’s a known face, it resembles both of us
Oh my god, it’s our love
Trying to kill itself, neglected by both of us

I release it from the rope, bring it down
Pump in some love, attempting to bring back to life
Take good care of it over the weekend,
Hoping to keep it alive
It gets lonely when we both go for work
It gets sad, when we both ignore it

The love that brought us together
Is now eroding, creating a gap
It has become weak and it barely breaths
Am hiding all dangerous things away
We both are afraid to lose it but
We both just don’t try to hold it on

BhaShe

Key To Happiness

We handover our key to happiness
to somebody else just like that
thinking that they will take care of it
forgetting how precious it is

some do take care of it
keeping that smile on our face always
some throw the key to some unknown corner
ignoring out happiness, forgetting what it means to us

from our own hands we bring emotions to life
by loving some and by hating some
we give out the responsibility of handling us
thinking and believing that it is worth it

every drop of tear and every moment of smile
come out having somebody's name on them
the key to our happiness is never in our hands
we keep making false attempts to be happy.

BhaShe

ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ದೇವತೆ

"ದೇವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ"
ಗರ್ಭಗುಡಿಯೊಳಗೆ ಬಂಧಿಯಾಗಿ
ಕೊಡುವ ಅಲ್ಪ ನೈವೇದ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ ತೃಪ್ತನಾಗಿ
ಮಲಗಲೂ ಆಗದೆ, ಕೂರಲೂ ಆಗದೆ
ನಿಲ್ಲುವ ದೇವರಿಗೆಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ

ನಾವು ಮಾಡಿದಾಗ ಪೂಜೆ ಮಂಗಳಾರತಿ
ಇಲ್ಲದಿದ್ದರೆ ಗರ್ಭಗುಡಿಯ ಅದೇ ಹಳೇ ಉಸಿರು
ಜಿರಳೆ, ಇಲಿ, ಕ್ರಿಮಿಗಳೊಡನೆ ವಾಸ
ಗರ್ಭಗುಡಿಗೊಂದು ಕಿಟಕಿಯೂ ಇಲ್ಲ

ಯೋಚಿಸಲು ಹಲವಾರು ಚಿಂತೆಗಳು
ಯಾವಾಗಲೂ ಕಿವಿಯಾಗಿರಬೇಕಾದ ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯತೆ
ತಮ್ಮ ಬವಣೆಗಳ ನಿನಗೊಪ್ಪಿಸಿ
ನಿಂತು ನೋಡುವ ಜನರು

ಸ್ತ್ರೀಯನ್ನು ಉಬ್ಬಿಸಿ ಏರಿಸಿಬಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದಾರೆ
"ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ದೇವತೆ"
ಅವಳಿಗೂ ಇಲ್ಲ ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರ
ಗಂಡನ ಅಡುಗೆ ಮನೆಯ ಬಂಧಿಯವಳು

ಕೊಡಿಸುವ ಮೂರು ಕಾಸಿನ ಸೀರೆ
ಹುಟ್ಟುವ ಹತ್ತು ಮಕ್ಕಳೊಡನೆ
ಮನೆಗೆಲಸದ ಹೊರೆ ಹೊತ್ತವಳಿಗೆ
ಅತ್ತೆ ಮನೆಯವರ ಪೂಜೆ, ಮಂಗಳಾರತಿ

ಹೆಣ್ಣೇ, ನೀ ದೇವರಾಗಬೇಡ
ಗಂಡು ಮನುಷ್ಯನ ಸಮಾಜಕ್ಕೆ ಬಾ
ನಿನಗಿರುವ ಪಟ್ಟಗಳ ಕಿತ್ತೆಸೆದು
ದೈವತ್ವದ ಬಂಧನ ದೇವರಿಗಷ್ಟೇ ಇರಲಿ

ಭಾಶೇ

I wrote this poem sometime in 2002. After coming to a bigger city like Bangalore and after 8 years, when I read it, I get a question is this still relevant? It may still be relevant and I might not have been looking at that part of the society anymore!
Hope you enjoy reading it.

Emotionally Challenged

I have forgotten to laugh out loud
Guess am emotionally challenged

Child of destiny, poppet of time
No hard feelings, no tears of joy
Inability to attach or detach
Living like a dead body

Fake faces and fake life
Acting every day in real life
Posing as if everything is fine
Dreaming of getting rid

It’s like heart is on a swing
Neither here, nor there
Inability to be what I want to be
Stuck with the past in present

Praying for this ice to break
To be able to lead a normal life
To be able to have my real face
And live the way I like and as I want

BhaShe

Blessed with short memory

Am blessed with short memory
Be it pain or pleasure, it gets erased
Every morning I get up afresh
Storage space gets emptied during my sleep

Carry no revenge, no hatredness
Dreams fade, fights vanish, feelings disappear
Easy and fast, like in a snapshot
I don’t get stuck or get hooked on to

It’s like a paper boat on the water
Going by the water flow or wind direction
Making as less disturbance on the water
Leaving no paths of my movement

I don’t know if it’s a bliss or a bane
Being able to let go and forgive and forget
I happily open my arms for all new things
As the old ones shade away inside

BhaShe

Seeking for God

I had always thought “tujme rab dikhta hai” statement is an exaggeration but now-a-days kind of started realizing that it can be true too. How do you define god? I would say, the one who takes care of you, the one always wants good for you, the one whom you can love, depend and be yourself with, the one you can blindly believe, and one you obey, the one who is an answer for all the questions you have. I mean, even if my definition is a little too much please bear with me, but that’s what/who is god right?.

I have always been wondering, how a mom could love her kid so much, or any person whom one loves. Have we not seen flaws and problems with all sorts of love we give and get. This concept of love has always been very confusing for me. Let me accept that I am a little too self centered and love myself so much that I have very little space to accommodate my loved ones. When anybody, for that matter anybody tells me that they love me so much, this that and everything, I keep wondering how do they have the ability to love somebody so much.

Love somebody so much? there comes the condition part too. Ok! You are not supposed to do like this, talk like this to me, treat me like this… coz I love you. Expectations and demands and terms and conditions, I guess one’s life sees both the best and the worst parts of their lives only because of their loved ones. (do you accept this? Correct me if am wrong) Another set of complication is with the definition of love. If I tell my good friend that I love her, it is taken as friendship, if I just replace the her with him, then, am not sure if I am taken rightly or not. Is love means sharing the living space, or sharing some moments of life or just being there in one corner wishing and praying for the best things for the loved ones? Anyways, I don’t think there is a solid definition or the right or wrong answer to this. All this is just gray areas.

However, all these conditions do not come to picture only when somebody have an unconditional love to somebody else. The way they say, the only thing I want is you to be happy and stuff. Is it really possible to love somebody without any condition? Imagine a scene where you pour in love on somebody and that somebody just ignores you. Would you still be able to love them? That way you had felt or done it before? Or is it only on the books?

Coming back to God, the ability to love God and be unconditional with him would be such a pleasure. He won’t directly ask you to do something but get it done through you if he needs, and just let you be what you are or make you what he wants you to be. Realizing this and loving him sounds so peaceful and joyful. However, I fail to make a connect with him. I fail to associate him with somebody or something. I know I need to gain that peace of mind and have the feeling that everything is running as he wants it to be, but am failing to connect the dots.

If any of you know, can you please explain me how a human progresses towards making life simpler and better? What is the first step and what are the baby steps that help somebody move on? I just finished the 5th chapter of the Holy Geetha and it promises to talk about the baby steps from 6th chapter on. Reading is fine but if I don’t implement or practice then is it any good that I read it? Am looking for some help in bringing things to practice.

When I was a kid, I saw my grand pa do pooja every morning for at least one and a half hours, doing ‘abhisheka’ and ‘naivedya’ and arti, chanting the ‘sooktas’. I wonder if he actually understood the meaning of every ‘mantra’ he chanted. The ‘gayatri jap’ is done to bring peace of mind and it’s a powerful source/means to start meditation, but my grand pa was not peaceful. He was very aggressive and short tempered. I am bringing in all that I have seen, heard, read and showcasing where I stand. I can’t do pooja unless I understand it. The need for knowledge and the need for self identification is what I am wanting to fulfill.

The moment I say knowledge and the need t know more, does this cuts-off the possibility of having an unconditional love towards God be able to realize am his poppet? Please… suggest me books (better if they are available in Kannada) and tell me, where you stand. I seek for help.

Sometimes I wonder, am I doing it because I want to run away, I am afraid of failures, am I suffering from the Arjun syndrome? and I fail to understand where I stand. How can one get to know what do they want out of life?

BhaShe

Ragged!

Tears all over, hurt in pain
People around me are laughing at me
I have become an element for fun
I got ragged

Torn and hurt, wounds and swelling showing up
Shivering me, dried throat, lost my mind
Humiliated, just wanting an escape
I got ragged

Life is ragging me every single day
Breaking my small and sweet dreams and wishes
Making me naked in public
Destroying my self-confidence and pride

I pray for strength to overcome this pain
To fight those hands and save myself
To earn the capacity to stop such situations
To have peace of mind about tomorrow.

BhaShe

Dude! I will miss you

You were the window for the man’s world
Hearts were kept open for each other to read
The more we spoke, the stronger got our friendship
Many common things kept us attached

I don’t know why I am writing this poem for you
But I don’t want to stop it either
I wanna tell you, you were special to me and
I will miss you when you are gone

No great philosophy, no great showing off
We just had a lot of good moments and tons of smile
I know I will remember that all and laugh again
Whenever I feel the need of that warmth you gave me always
Dude! I will miss you badly when you are gone.

BhaShe

This poem is a special dedication to my colleague, friend, HIM!. When we worked as a team, we had great time, fight over decisions, pulling each other’s leg and sharing our poetry.
He left the company and moved on!
This is for you dear! J This was written the day when he told me he is looking for a new job.

Yes! I still miss him! It’s been so many days he is gone, but I miss him still. I feel, if I go back to his cubicle in 3rd floor I can still meet him, or in the cubicle in 2nd floor. He would ask me to wait to solve my issue till he finishes what he is doing, or show me a funny video clip or something n make me laugh or say something really funny or act something making me believe, what he said is true n tell me he was bluffing. It was good, gooooooood dear! And I guess I will miss u always!

You

We are two parts of the same soul
Having our journey directed towards different directions
We are walking together, staying apart
Those miles between us does not count here

It’s the link between hearts not hands
That holds our heart beats together
It’s the need we have for each other
That binds us despite all differences

We share dreams and think similar
Love life the way it deserves
Preserve every smile for each other and share
It’s a bliss to have someone like you in life

You pour positivity in to my life
Energy in to my mind and smile on my face
When with you, every cloud shows a silver lining
Life gets brighter and better in your presence

Its beyond definition and seamlessly vast
To share this life with you, is the best part
Whatever you are, whatever the relation is
It makes life happier and gives reasons to live.

BhaShe

Evolution

Journey from yesterday to tomorrow
Unveiling of new faces and new roles

Not what I was or what I am
Not being one, being many at once
Not knowing what I am going to be
Just knowing about the expansion

Losing the old skin, old face, old thoughts
Losing boundary limits and definitions
Losing oneness in creating oneness
Losing a lot to create and gain lot more

It’s the power, its identity, its real me
Going beyond and above, crossing borders
It’s about the inner sprout, the strength
The ability to make myself the way I want

It’s the journey started to end one day
But, to leave marks and set milestones
It’s not about the destiny but the journey in itself
That shows how I have evolved!

BhaShe

ಬಳ್ಳಿ

ಹುಟ್ಟುವಾಗ ನಾವೆಲ್ಲರೂ ಒಂದೇ ಥರ
ಕೊಂಚ ಕೊಂಚವೇ ಬೆಳೆದಾಗ ಅರಿವಾಗುತ್ತೆ
ನಾವು ಬಳ್ಳಿಗಳೆಂದು, ನೀವು ಮರಗಳೆಂದು

ಮೊದಲು ಅಪ್ಪ ಎಂಬ ಮರಕ್ಕೆ ಒರಗಿ ನಿಂತು
ಅಲ್ಲಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವು ಬಳ್ಳಿಗಳ ಬಿಟ್ಟು, ಅಂಟಿ
ಕಾಯುವುದು ನಮ್ಮದಾಗುವ ಮರಕ್ಕೆ

ಅಪ್ಪ ಮರದಿಂದ ಗಂಡ ಮರಕ್ಕೆ ಅಂಟಿದಂತೆ
ಶುರು ನಮ್ಮ ಬೆಳವಣಿಗೆ, ಹಬ್ಬುವಿಕೆ
ನಲವತ್ತೈವತ್ತು ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಒಡನಾಟಕ್ಕೆ ನಾಂದಿ

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮೈಯೆಲ್ಲಾ ಹಬ್ಬಿ ತಬ್ಬಿ ಮುಚ್ಚಿಬಿಡುತ್ತೇವೆ
ಮೃದು ಕೈಗಳಿಂದ ಕಚಗುಳಿಯಿಟ್ಟು ತಟ್ಟಿ ಮುದ್ದಾಡುತ್ತೇವೆ
ಅಪ್ಪುತ್ತೇವೆ, ಆವರಿಸುತ್ತೇವೆ, ಆಧಾರವೂ ಆಗುತ್ತೇವೆ

ಈ ಬಳ್ಳಿ ಮರದ ಆಟದಲ್ಲಿ, ಬಳ್ಳಿಯೋ ಮರವೋ ಹುಟ್ಟಿ
ಕಣ್ಣೆದುರಿಗೇ ದೊಡ್ಡದಾಗುತ್ತದೆ, ಶುರು ಮತ್ತೆ ಸಂಸಾರ
ಇದೇ ಅಲ್ಲವೇ ಆ ದೇವನಾಡುವ ವ್ಯಾಪಾರ

ನಿಮ್ಮ ಒರಟು ಕೈ ಕಾಲುಗಳಿಗೆ, ಒರಟು ಮನಗಳಿಗೆ
ಕಚಗುಳಿಯಿಡುವ ಸೂಕ್ಷ್ಮತೆಯಿಲ್ಲ, ನಾವು ಒಪ್ಪಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತೇವೆ
ನಿಮ್ಮ ಅವಿರತ ಸ್ಪೂರ್ತಿಯಾಗಿ, ಅಮೃತ ಬಳ್ಳಿಗಳಾಗುತ್ತೇವೆ

ನಾವೇನಾದರೂ ಸತ್ತುಹೋದರೆ, ಬೆತ್ತಲಾಗುತ್ತೀರ ನೀವು ಜಗದೆದುರು
ನಾವು ಮುಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟ ಒಣ ಬೊಡ್ಡೆಗಳು ಗಾಯಗಳೆಲ್ಲ ಆಚೆಗೆ
ಆಧಾರ ತಪ್ಪಿದಂತಾಗಿ ಸೊರಗುತ್ತೀರ, ಕೊರಗುತ್ತೀರ, ನಲುಗುತ್ತೀರ

ನೀವೇನಾದರೂ ಸತ್ತುಹೋದರೆ, ಬೀಳಗೊಡುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ನಾವು
ನಮ್ಮ ಬಳ್ಳಿಗಳಲೇ ಸುತ್ತುಗಟ್ಟಿ, ಮನದೊಳಗೇ ಸ್ಥಾಪಿಸಿ ಮುಂದುವರಿಯುತ್ತೇವೆ
ಮಗನದೋ, ಮಗಳದೋ ಆಸರೆಗಂಟಿ

ಬಳ್ಳಿ, ಬದುಕು, ಕಾಯಿ, ಮರ, ನೆನ್ನೆ, ನಾಳೆಗಳ ಗೋಜಲು
ಈ ಸಂಸಾರ, ಸಮಾಜ, ನೆರೆ ಹೊರೆ, ಬಂಧು, ಬಳಗಗಳು
ಬಾಳ ಹಾದಿಯ ಅನಿವಾರ್ಯ ಪುಟಗಳು, ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಪರ್ವಗಳು

ಭಾಶೇ

Myself

I am not made of stone or metal
I am made of butter and have a melting heart
I scream out of joy and not anger
I want to hold hands and walk, not fight

You call me a coward, I normally deny
Why should I anymore? I accept, I am afraid
I am not meant to be a warrior, a fighter
I want colors on my fingertips and not blood

Only emotion I carry is love
Red color, roses, evening beach walks
Winter designs of clouds in the sky
Sunsets, birds, river, breeze and rain

I am simple, uncomplicated, and transparent
Get me a gogappa or a cup of sweet corn
A walk in the evening, a small ice candy, am happy
My heart melts for a cup of strong coffee too

My eyes are meant to dream, ears for music
My hands for colors and feet for dance
Don’t make me lose my innocence and sweetness
Without which I am just not myself

BhaShe