Dr.G.S.Shivarudrappa part 5(last part):
Poetry
collection’without love’
Without
love:
Without
love
How
can flower blosom?
How
can cloud form?
Drop
breaking down
How
can garden bud out on earth?
Without
love
How
can talk join talk?
How
can meaning take birth? Only if word is paired with word
how poetry becomes?
Without
love
To
dense park of afrika
can
light appear?
In
midst of bars of jail
Degrading (drying up)dream bud out?
To
deep dark heart of white people
How
can be kindness of Christ understood?
Without
love
Along
border of doubts
How
can war of explosive bombs Stop
In
between caste –creed- language-colours wall
How
can suffering avoided?
Our
and your mind
Without becoming desert
How to prevent?
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Which
song shall I sing?:
Which
song shall I sing
by
which song shall I
give
you peace of mind?
Surrounding
houses and matas
Burning
with flame
Failing
dumb lifefloating in sigh
Which
song shall I sing?
By
mere nature of speech
In weapon(shula) of exploitation
In
trick (plan) of of cunning
Hungry stomach paining
Which
song shall I sing?
In
burning eye of dead bodies
In
roasting (over heating) of existing dream
Volcano of chest and chest
Emiting
fire and smoke
Which
song shall I sing?
In
path without light
In
line of destroyed temple
Residence
of storm
moving of
blind journey
which song shall I sing?
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Progress(pragathi)
To where to where further?
by
walking so many days
Where
did we come and stop.
Past
grandures of history
Pushing
memory to corner
Rooting
in realism
When
we will grow?
Series
of lines of hungry stomachs
Tongue
without letters
On
shoulder of development
bag
of begging
is
this our progress
shall
we illuse coolly.?
In
wetland of innocent
Seed
of caste and ignorance
Sowing
always growing crop
Grandure
of intellects.
In
midst of these can we read(chant)
manthra of sarvodaya?
In
temple of janaganamana
To
statue of humanity
Not
submitting front (top,first)worship
Is
there any meaning for progress?
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I
write:
I
write about tones which come and
Knock
the door in dark night
I
write
About
boats which swing
On
sea in
storm
I
write
About
bones sleeping
At
depth of earth
I
write
About
breathing the dark of centuries
Slowly
rising head buds
I
write
About
bright days melting
In
evening daek
I
write
About
those who fight for
Fame
on endless streets
Regarding
blosoming dreams
About
rolling wheels
I
write. About I
Becoming
bald with withering
Leaves
one by one.
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For
example:
No
boredom to this nature
To
emit as new green always
In
our house field(angala,front yard) plant
Flowers let us take
For
example if needed
Each
flower has different beauty
For
each one different bondage
Sculpture,rhythm,metre design
In
the same way countless speciality.
Flower
opening cup eye
To see something
Flower
opening lip, standing
To
kiss somebody else
Depressed
by losing something present
Flower
with withered petals.
Just
like describing hundreds
Of
feelings,it’s beauty
On
seing so many flowers
Why
did my heart bounces with joy?
Like
sunrise coming from dark?
This
nature has no boredom
To
emit always as new green
No
boredom to this mind
To
mix with all these
No
end for joy pouring(emiting)
From
union of objective and abstract.
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Controversy(sandigdha):
Though
seen in front
Of
eye can’t keep quiet
If
we get into fight
All
energies get emptied
Makes
to remember abhimanyu
What
to do now?
Orvalient
like me
To
fight with these is a waste
Surrendering
to dry vedantha
Shall
I get into corner and keepquiet?
By
keeping quiet ,submitting
Both
here and there
Samanvaya(coordinate)
siddha
Shall
I become
Lamp
on the cross wall?
To
peaceful face of such people
And
for their cleverness
Shall
I say ‘jai’.
………………………………………..end…………………….
Once
in a year:
some
where some one has pressed switch
in
this bald field
suddenly
in body of tree and tree
madness
of yellow flower
or
like burning of coloured spark
in
mid afternoon.
Under this fireburning coolly
Are
getting their body heated up
Boys-girls
Doing
conversation .
Pity,theydoes
not know
The
superficial colour
Withering
in few days
Again
tree becomes bald
Jumping
from root to branch
This
enthusiasm flying flying for few days
Falling
down ,gets dried up.
Drying up like this ,dissolving
Becoming
small and soil
Being
washed away in forceful rain
They
don’t know.
Wheather
they know or not
Like
this once in a year,though somebody
Had
put switch,
Burns
enlighting suddenly
In
body of tree and tree
Madness
of yellow flower.
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Line:
In
silence of graveyard
I
alone
From
standing trees around
leaves are falling
one
by one
as
the wind blows
slept
inside yesterday’s day
before
yester day’s and beyond that
steping
the land.
Becoming
breath ,fame,
Together
with each other
Lived,
Who
fought with their time
Alept
silently ,melting at
Depth
of land digested
Again
in these green trees
Standing
around ,as green
Flower,birds,tone
Grass
embracing floar (land) as stone
Still
some other
Without
recognition.
I
am sitting,in this middle
As
shapeful
Breathing,seing
all these
Thinking
what is the difference
Them
and me
Recognizing the line
Between
in and out
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Come
to my heart:
In
lampless path
Searching
words
At
bottom of tears
Putting
off sparks
Keep breath
Give
name
Come to my
heart
In blue(sky) without body
Floating
drops
In
mouthless silence
Wandering
tones
Keep
breath
Give
name
Come to my heart.
In
lands without water
Degenerating
buds
In
severe hot son’s tread
Dried
(shriveled)up small nuts
Keep
branch
Give
name
Come to my heart.
In instrument without shruthi(note,tune)
Baseless
tones
Due
to storm fallen leaves
Kids
of golden dream
Give
breath
Give
name
Come to my heart
………………………..end…………………
Written:
Came
one night full of house yard(angala)
Fixed
tent
I
said ‘no’ you did not listen
Making shruthi(tune)
Played thamburi
Like cooled
forehead eye
Moon floating above
Like
a flower arrow thrown by kama(lust)
Spilling
ragamala.
In clean pond of thar raga rasa
Blossoming
hundreds of lotus
In
each one apsaras playing
When
golden curl opened
i
was afraid,by seing
writing
in curl
“I
want you you need me”
We
are boyh pair
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Talent-scholarship:
Seing
weak horses tied
Laughed
rutuparna
Nala
became handicapped
By
poison of karkataka.
Conducted
(ran)chariot as driver(sarathi)
Is
it possible to reach nishsdha
By
the time of swayamvara(self selection)
As
repley to question ,with smile
Twinkled
talented eyes.
Splitting
air path moving chariot
King noded head with wonder.
Appreciated
bahuka; you know
Subject
of horse heart.i am
Also
a scholar in something other
Also,rising
head below
In
branches branches of stretched tree
Will
tell me number of leaves.
Suddenly downed chariot from sky
Within
seconds ruthuparna counted
number
of leaves in tree
above
eighty thousand lakhs
four
hundred ninety
tree
swibging to cool air (breeze)
smiled
and noded!
bahuka
liked
scholarship
of rutuparna
again
chariot rised silently
as
though wings appearing to horse.
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Fear
song:
In
morning sky opening everyday
There
is shadow of blood stains
Daily
closing in evening dark
There
ssound of painful tones
In
dense dark night
Wisher
of inner plans(triks)
Knocking
doors of peaceful house
Devils of fear and doubts
In daily morning mass killing
Of shaking
bad newses.
To
the height of three colours flag
Creeping
flames of fear.
Getting
into pieces life of innocents
In attack of
mean selfishness
Baked
is flower garden
In
dance of blind fires
Elders
taught manthras of
Truth,
non violence are wasted
In
breath holding dense smokes
steps
are searching.
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See,
full of sky:
See
full of sky
Jasmine
of white light
Shall
I fly pluking bringing
Make
it wear in knot?
In
our house yard(field)
than
blossoming laughing
are
they big?
blosoming
on green land
instead
of laughing so much above
why
did they went ?
if
I were god
all
stars blossoming in
each
house of our town
would
have created
does
not he know this much
the
god who made world
is
really dullard.
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In
new house:
Out
of town single house.those who come
Tell
what beautiful is sorounding view
At
some distance , hill of magnet coloured
That
side is down rising head green leaf
Shining
coconut garden
On
left side is shining pond
In
evening colourful cloud at sky border
At night
often “sea moon light”
Enjoying
for their appreciation celebration
For
one or two days.night’gum’ sounding dark
No
further sound.beyond glass windows
At
some distance some where laugh of lamps.
Outside
even a sound of dry leaf
Heart
beat.even on seing wall colour
directly
sweating to her,even if
there
is little delay starts mill.
Rented
house in the middle of town
So
far,memory of spent days in
Congestion
troubles favourably(moderately)
In
this new house built at
Distant
area no happiness.
In
empty sites around house
If
houses arise ,till speech of
Neighbor
falls on ear
Even
this new house is hell to her.
……………………….end………………………….
A
love song like this:
I
embraced you
Just
like night jumping on earth
And
covering.upside down
moon
light of full moon day
filtering
forests chest coming down
like
snow of winter(magi) filling
up
full in valley.
You embraced me
Boiling
of sea kissing up as clouds
Noise
of world rising up
Mixing with open field
Festival
of village climbing up
Into temple on the hill
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One
night:
Some
one in fast phase(gathi)
Playing
sitar’s note is sprinkling
This
sitar congested sky
Sparks
exploding in grandure
Deepaka
raga in mansion of sky
Echoing
(reflecting sound)
Has
earth slept with dissatisfaction
In
silence seing dream.
……………end………………………
Song
of union:
One
one we are all one
Where
ever may be in this country
Bharatha
is one for us.
Though
many branches stretched out
Only
one stem for tree
Thousand
rivers however they floe
Joining
sea is one.
Though
thousands of stars at night
Only
one sun in day
For
countless moovment of planet systems
Only
one sky
Though hundreds of worships
god
is one for all
cows
of various colours giving
milk is only white
though
many differences in walk and talk
living
people are one
opening
wings of shadow and light
hoisting (flying) flag is one.
……………….end……………………………….
House
building people:
Building
house for these and those
Wear
and tearing this people
Won’t
they feel,for them also
One
small house is not there
While
building house these also
Are
also along with cements,iron
Only
building materials?
Will
not get mixed in building
Their
body sweat,tears,sigh
Again
pain of not having house for ever?
To
build house is their work forthese people
In
rain,sun,wind
Carrying
soil from day to day
The
building which they are building
Seing,rising
upstairs by stairs
Worrying
in huts by it’s side
Tearing
these people,won’t they
Feel
,we also does mot have house?
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Fear-fearless:
I
had no fearwhile wandering
Alone
without any front and back
Now
I have fear,when I am living as family holder
between me and our people.
I
had no fear walking alone
In
between stars
Now
I am afraid in midst of
Hundreds
of vehicles while
Travelling
in high way
I
had no fear when wandering
Without aim in midst of jwalamala kula(garland of flames)
Now
I have fear while searching
In
dark of late evening.
I
had no fear,while waiting for
Shape,sleeping
in womb of temple(uterus)
Now
shape has fear of vikara (change,ugliness)
Broken
in history.
……………………….end…………………
Song
of ugadi:
What
is if dusk(dark) covers
Spread
night path
Go
forward with courage
To
bank of sun rise(arunodaya)
Let
old thoughts wither leave
To
blowingwinter wind
Let
grave of dry leaves born
To
flame of rise of chaithra.
New
hope is budding
Leaves
have fallen in branch
In
blossoming laughing flowers
Faith
is bouncing.
Chariot
tied with horses
Of
day and night is running
In
path of epochs and epochs
Season wheels are rollings
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