Part 4 anavarana
poetry collectionLselective
translation):
Opening(anavarana):
Photo of gandhiji
ceremony of openin
Was done(carried out) in this town ,trick (chodya) of this
news
On seing in news paper
I stood wondered
Amrutha hand of minister done all these!
Ceremony of opening of photo of gandhiji!
To one who has no avarana(covering) why is this opening!
Putting non existing screen to gandhiji’s face
Later removal play to
our land people!
Opening carried out
to gandhiji’s photo!
Speeches were done
,stage collapsed
flower garlands rolled to spoken necks
gandhijhi’s photo
hjoinhed shadow of spider’s net!
Gandhhiji’s photo were opened
Dead gandhi might have cried to this peculearity !
First opening should be done to our hheart
After opening ceremony
be ready for punishment
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This poetry:
This poetry is is not
reboud of
Some female’s eye light rays
Not creeped by
embracing
False creeper of
love tune.
Not youth
intoxicated (excited) ugly illusions
Putting dress of monkey
tying dancing
Missed step around on
hill bh accident
Not pouring waterfalls.
Since many days pouring
rain downing (getting down)
Hhor inner heat moderately
softly sleeping
Digging wall ,running couple(yatha)
Brought this raga
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Beware of dogs:
;beware of dogs’
to whose caution this board !
house standing in
middle is beautiful
fine is this garden
is attracting eye
in lime and colour
this surrounding compound.
But suddenly pecking eye
near door only this
board
‘there are dogs beware’
To whose cautiousness
this board
Is it for thieves or
for liers
Or for coming disturbing
people
Attention of world is
towards this house
Is it for technique
of publicity!
To those who come for begging
Is there any letters knowledge?
by reading
understanding that ,following
are not that forward
our pople
really if there are dogs
will anybody tell
these matters!
Towards those who
come,sympathy or fear
what might be it’s
meaning?
May be both inention of this board;
Really these people are great
May be dogs in everybody’s house
How many people will tell this!
……………………………..end…………………………
My umbrella:
This umbrella is mine to this and me long time relation
In rain summer this is continuous friend
Not only umbrella but
question mark!
Holding this question there are
No days which I have not tread.
Life without question
is it life?
I have no desire for searching for complete rest
Folded under that question
opening shadow of
doubt is my like!
Ladies umbrella is sign of exclamation
By that only for
those that much of colour-show off
From question to exclamation
Has spread life
between two umbrellas
For male female is a
wonder
suitable for that is umbrellas shape
in this also might be plan of doer
……………………………….end…………………….
Night of eight
planets union:(astagraha kuta)
Bhajans through out
night
When eight planets have united
What how thinking
Bhaians through out night!
Suddenly earth quaking ,house-matas
Becoming will be powdered
The sky will fall ‘rup’
And will be very risky(troublesome)
roaring storm all will fly away like dry leaf
mass of clouds
calling thunder –lightning
will burn off
by seing various forms of fears
now they are doing bhajans-sathvikas
daily as we have seen these are
first class belonging thieves!
Does god yield to
japa(chanting) of jeeva thieves?
On completion of this
one day next morning
Their kind of devotion
Like a bamboo removed
tail!
Tomorrow when they
know that earth is safe
Till next astagraha kuta returns
who will control (catch)them?
………………………..end………………………….
Wishes:
Don’t be dirt(jondu) as the bottom of valley child
By imbibing hills become teak
Without bowing(bending) head stretching branches
Become cradle of
rain-sun-air
Chest responding towards sea ,flowing intoten directions
Don’t make to absorb in any sahara
You settle at one place ,build dams
Make barren land around
green
Don’t become a pond with green algae(pachi)
Become pleasant pure
water’s lake
sun ray responding fishes-flowers-birds
Become archestra of
humming of bee
For time being no no leave distant hill top
Standing beyond snow calling star
first give oil and wick to existing lamp
Don’t disturb grains of old grain store(panatha,kanaja)
Don’t rise and see
littleness of big people
Leave them aside that side
From spoiled bricks don’t
build new house
peak of tomorrow’s desire you are to us
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On poet ravindra(from poetry collection ‘open way’)
Below star eye silver cloud of beard
from there to here
wearing
long gown of lights standing
in chest offire morning evening
dipping air brush writing
thousands of figures
to many feels of dumb heart
making to wear colour shirts
made to dance tying leg chains
from twinkling dew drop to burning star
playing all strings of wonder existing
o poet supreme
tou are son of talent
…………………………end……………………..
Woman(stree)
In sky blue
In moon star cradle
balanced by keeping
light
in green wearing hills
flowing river of breast milk
made to laugh
(open)field green
curly hairs of tree,plant ,flowers
smearing figure of cool air
made to hold bird toy(gilaki)
wearing lamp in house and house
feeding rice from time to time
embracing father child
do you want other name
is it enough if called ‘stree’(woman)
……………………………end………………………
(From poetry collection ‘wall’)
Wall:at times between you and me
Suddenly wall rises
From somewhere brick
coming on brick
Sits burns us
Building wall around
Full of rised wall red eye ,red mush(mustache)
Below mush bent
lip bad mouth
Spits fire.
Then
I and you grown flower garden
Pouring water by you and me gets heated (over heated)
And smoke appears
In smoke blocking breath
I and you
On both sides of wall
Roll and suffer.
Intense air sounds around house
Black night sitting suddenly
Opening teeth of stars sounds
Hearing shout(cry) of hen
You un thhhhat side
of wall
Me on this side
Waiting forthhe wall to dissolve
Sit.
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My lamp:
I also light lamp
Not withhhh chhhhallenhge of winning over this dark;
Countless boats of
deepavali
Drowning melting in it
The lamp which I lit is permanent
No illusion of this kihd.
I also light lamp
Not with desire of walking from dark to light
From dark to dark hhhhhave comesteps-searching
Since centuries
In the middle wanting some light
Now and then striked
match stick
Weared lamp(deepa mudisiddeve)
Veda,scripture,epics,history,,poetry,sciences
match
stick-explosives(crackers)-suru
suru wick- flower arrow
we have burnt
telling from dark to light
found only asjes at end
I also know to this dark
Endless thirst.
Hhow ever hmuch light it dresses,wears.
Eats ,drinks it still requires more
Desire of needing still.
Still I also light lamp
Not with illusion of going beyond dark
Till we stay,my face you ,your face me,
Can be seen only one
desire
After lamp is put off ,who you are
And who I am
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Waste:
No we and you do not join
face to face ,chest to chest bringing closer
did never talk
between us always air,rain,mud;
falling rolling wire
poles
existing bridge breaking
vehicles on that side
thay side only
this side vehicles this side only
closed window
,under smoke hit roof
Seing face in broken mirror
Hitting ,felling buds blossoming in plants
Covering in shell of tortoise sounding
Making head sounding
spoiled temple
putting off burning lamps
searching in dark stretching hand
dialing to wrong number
wait for answer
sitting.
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Consciousness:
What pot plant knows
Living consciousness of motherland water
Daily recurring driped
Tap water.
Manure brought from
shop and put
In that onlyopening one or two leaves
Giving four six flowers only is celebration
In cage of zoo spreading feather
Dancing peacock’s
illusion.
Rain came day and
night
Embracing around house,,leg fixed
Green tree tree
plants
From head hair to root
Storm-thunder-lightning,all driping
In nerves and nerves some group son
By embrace of sky ground
becoming soft
New experience of bath-drink.
Rain-lightning-storms procession
Moving in ups and downs sky steps
But still this pot plant of house field(angala)
Has no consciousness
of great experience of sorrounding
Floars experience.this in one orphan home of pot
Compulsively brought lively innocent child.
Some how breaking pot
keep it’s root on ground
keep it’s lip to mothers breast milk.
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Thi.num.sri:if seen like as much as you see
Limited talk,sure,
firm.
Symbol of clean discipline
Appearing each art work is blessed
Unsatisfied researcher of totality
Desirable combination of
talent-scholarship
In sea of doubt lamp of tower
To soundless
achievement lively form
How can other grow
upto your height?
Garland in neck of
kannada.
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Nacked:
From epochs and epochseven
Light is worn(made to wear)
on light
At last onlydark.
Even tearing cloth overanother
Cloth,nacked uncoverabl.
To this nackedness of darkwho
Will make to wear and finish!
Since centuries coming out from
Within myselfto standind nackeds
Made to wear shirt of words
Even while making to wear each shirt
Appears different
type
Still coming standing nackeds
Again again who will make to wear
Shirt of words(speech)and finish!
………………………….end………………………….
To moon:
O moon now you are
faded duplicate coin
Your that prosperity got by epics
Greatness of sixteen
kalas(marks)
Now you are breathless
greenless
Barren field .this truth after coming out is not feasible.
No poet can next compare you to face of beloved
Can live happily
Next coming children calling you as chandamama
Is also doubtful.
Till now found along
with mark of animal(deer)
Boot mark of America
is seen on your cheek
Devotees will get you down from head knot of shiva
Priests will send you
awayduring worship of navagraha(nine planets)
Still the respect I
had towards you doubled
First to our baked chest joy of moonlight pouring
There is obstacle by this.
second anyway rather
than you our this earth is beautiful
for giving this experience.
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Towards empty site:
Towards empty site without anything
One day come and fall
Jelly stones,sand,cement,bricks
Iron materials .
Torn cloth dry
fixedstick legged
Labours day and night
Carry.
Slowly rise wall,window,roof,-completed house
Swing to door green thorana.
Labours building house ,on finishing
Standing beyond sick
sarees
Begging,wait for feast of house
Opening ceremony ,for little
On built up house sunlight-rain-moon lights playing
From kitchen funnel smoke boils
swinging cradle
people coming and going
chaddi(nikers),skirts, become dhothi-pant- sarees
syraight backs
becoming bent
elderly people with walking stick
oneday will be carried away-outside
without anything towards
distant empty site
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One night:
Just now five minutes
back
Rain pouring whole
ground wet
What came stoping like that only
In the sky above if
seen
Not even a single cloud!
In curved lip of naughty moon
some what stammering.in all sky
below this
whatever had happened
so far ,and itself no
reaction
such pose of goodness
after pissing(passing) urine on mother’s saree
this child is laughing
as though not
knowing anything
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Wanted:
Tearing lagamu(control)
Grazing any where
Holding all these
horses,taming
Putting control,tying to this bigchariot
Easily conductable (drivable)
Horse rider is very much needed
Holding all these chamelians
Changing colour every
minute
Never changing
permanent colour bringing
Injection giving
Doctor gentleman
Is urgently needed.
Always hiding in big words
in hole(bila)
Their little sizes
Transferring in side secretly
Whatever is grown by
others
Between lip-food
Becoming a tragedy fattened in between
Catching big ratsand rodents
Cage constructing
Skillful worker needed
Without rooting any where
Windind around whatever got
Yielding peculiar
flower-fruit—nuts
Cutting all these
bandalike(…………) plants
Rooting in our land
Making to drink juice of this soil
cross breeding
gardener
is needed essentially
establishing industrial centres of fake coins
making genuine coins not to rise their head
bringing over
economic values to mismanagement
shining in in
claps-garland-procession
bringing out high
intellects into public
high investigative leaders
are needed.
Put application:what is wanted is
sincerity and strength.
Ours:
Standing at distance only,laughing with curved smile
Will disappear behind burning cigarets
By cutting others pocket
Crediting to their own account
Will wander in nooks and corners in silence
Among ten
members gathered in middle of sqare
Will chik-chat
in front of their pudaries(……………….)
Blowing pipes in
hands of peechus(little ones)
Thhhey clap.
Gathering in meeting secretly on attic(atta)
Eating international newses
By keeping in plate
Often they will
taste one one line
Of Vedas,Upanishads
By pressing him and them
Making pan chew and spit
By searching in darkness
thinking that
All lights will glow(enlight) by their own switch
Stepping up steps in midnight
Knocking the house door
Spoil sleep.
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Everyday(daily routine):
Bird nests upon branche branches
On ground houses along street
congested towns,by rising up
stairs on stairs.
Soon after evening people
Come back to house
and family runs
With noise of wheels
hiding bright lamps
Burn –through out night
changelessly.(nirvikara)
In nest and nests ,birds
Sounding ,flying their wings pata pata
Wait for morning.
Early morning egg of dark
breaking
Light sitting with it’swings spread
Wings,legs,wheels
Start moving again and again
…………………..end………………………..
Four words:
For rope of hundreds of lights
Without threads
Becoming horse pulling
front and back
Don’t search.
To words of hundreds of mikes
By giving your ears
don’t become
Deaf to your inner voice.
By carrying on
shoulder tails of those and these as club
Don’t make part of bandalike(………………..) bhima.
By digging ,recovering, yourself by yourself
Holding to furnace fire of workshop
Till welding according to your wish
Don’t keep quiet.
…………………………….end……………………………
Openion(niluvu):
I don’t want to live
hiding
That does not mean I will open and keep
All mine for
tender.(bid)
Thinking big words
To insult to
daily simple ordinary life
I don’t like such people.
According to swinging crowns
Changing shape of head
I have no practice of
wandering.
Some how I will live by myself
By pouring water to existing land and
phloughing ,seeding
will make sleeping seeds to open eyes
tomorrow these flowers becoming banyan trees
though not with great
dream of
giving light to thousands of people
believe and
wait for fruits that
they give one or two
seeds
………………………….end…………………………
Sunday:
Today is Sunday
Flowing river
standing still as pit
The plants,trees,creepers, on my bank
Reflecting
Some what consolation.
No such hurry
Extention can be given
To morning sleep
Grown up beared can
wait for
An hour or two.
At least this one day
Hurry steps of coming going
Growing tails of queues
rolling wfeels
Phones,files,without
problems
Falling there only I can be myself.
This eye
Having reserved ticket to
other world
Not waiting for train
In waiting room of
this world(iha)
For my growh(development,progress)
I need not bribe any
god
as much as possible on these roads
I have weared and
teared my wheels rubbing
This one day pour some oil
To stagnant
wheels joints.
How much fine beyond
window
Thin floating cloud in blue(sky)
Below is only one
hill,on hill top
Only one tree with it’s head (hair)spread
Looking as though all havetakenleaves(holidays)
this relaxation.
One such onemomentof
Sunday
Might have done eternal (nityha)
mminds of saints-siddhas
if seen like that in this onemoment
I am also a siddha
Or Buddha little below.
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To sri feet of siddhaganga:
At the time of opening of morningLike rise of kindness of
hara
Divine mood of veda ghosha
washing mind slowly
The sound of coming of
paduka of guru echoing in silence
Land-water of
siddhaganga bows and stands simply.
In mibble of hill –rock plants and treeas have risen (lifted) for worship
Worshiping arathi of
temple bell sound touching sky
Dhupa scent
(fragrance)slow air along with mind
Rising celebration
morning downs(gets down) to siddhaganga piligrimage.
Here there is no wonder of magics or noise of procession
Risen head is simple ordinary power of life
Above that is flag of
renunciation Calls waving hands
the trvellers.
In supreme unwantedness daily service of all.
Bag of jangama has gone for
bhiksha(begging) protecting lakhs
of people
Has become holy (thirtha) to devoteeshas become even spirit
to intellect
Has donated light to coning lamp with oil and wicks
Has brcome protection to
so many wings arisen to sky
The achievement
without noise and soung has risen to
gadduge(stage) here
The words ‘work is worship’ has appeared in deeds
Wearing saffron(kavi) sky has stretched rayful hand
The feeling’all are ours’ has opened eyes of kindness(grace)
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I(nanu):
I am centre of dark
Through this song of light
Is spreads some one
Moon whom I have not seen
Sthis song where ever touched,sudden lamp (panju)of light
In front of
Searching walking step
Opening road will
make to walk
Praised many people.
But still no light to me
I am only publicity
centre
The moon ,I have not seen
Through this
passes ray of song
I in dark covered light often
heard it’s
echo(repletion)
………………………..end…………………………
Search:
Searched some where non existing god
In temple of stones
and soil
Could not recognize love-friendship
Existing here in ourself
Where is garden where
is bondage
All are in ourselves
If inner clarity is not disturbed
Tongue has taste of
amrutha
Though near stand apart(far)
In fort of our ego
How difficult is
adjustment
In this life of four days.
………………………….end……………………..
Which is this flood?:
Which is this flood ?
Drinking washing away houses
and mind
Running hissing
Which is this flood?
Temple towers are rolling(down)
Old statues are floating
Light off torn strings(wires)
Archestra is paining(suffering)
The bridges between chests
and chests
Have broken down
Valleys of fear –doubt-tumults
Valleys are open.
Face and face are
wearing
Mask and standing
In spoken words
Heart is not seen.
…………………….end………………………
Yours only is land:
Yours is land yours is water
Your’s sky
No space for even
A little doubt.
These rivers for centuries
Grown dream is yours
These people shedding sweat
Earned reality is your’s
Across border to explosive bomb
Given chest is yours
In peace of Himalaya
Risen head is yours
Rising on shoulder
hundreds of desires
The path walked is your’s
Hopes of coming days
Responsibility
of growth is yours.
…………………………….end…………………….
Jasmine:
Here grew jasmine
Surrounding all ten
directions creeped slowly
The net of fragrance has spread
Now from where to where!
Here grew jasmine
Water of hundred feelings
Mixed to pit aroundroot(plant)
To plan made by all five elements holding hand in hand
From ten directions
have come from requests of hundred bees!
Have grew jasmine here;
built fence around
waited
for our beautiful garden
ours is garden;fence is ours;
will fence prevent fragrance?
Flied and gone ,spread
To wind blown directions
somewhere some body
say ‘aha’
satisfaction to mind.
…………………….end……………………..
To sri scientist:
Namo namo to sri scientist||
Piercing secret of universe
Searching for latent truths
Achieving goodness
to life
Namo namo to sri
scientist
Diging sacs of time and place
Treading path of planet
systems
Fixing(hoisting) flag of adventure siddhi
Namo namo to sri scientist
Knocking the doors of
questions always
Opening the ray of
new wonders
Dedicating life for realization
Namo namo to sri scientist
Pachi(………………..) removing ignorance
bringing flood of power of enquiry
extending the circumference of knowledge
namo namo to sri scientist.
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To sri aravinda:
Blossoming o
pening thousands
of petals aravinda
spread in ten directions
your this fragrance
first explosive spirit
of Indian independence
to green light of nation
form giving sculpturist
super mind peak’s lake
divine swan
in poetry sky spreading feathers
potency of vainatheya
to ray of decision of
new human form
we bow( do
sharanu).mahayogi
to your divine feet.
……………………………….end………………………….
From poetry collection ‘in dark of forest’(kadina
katthalalli):
Ear talks:
Always walking on strings
Having seen you,to me wonder
Fear and pity
I walking on ground
Can’t compete with you
Instead,I wish you not o fall
Even if fallen let
there be
No much pain.i wish
Above this ,I am helpless
…………………………….end……………………
To few:to few desire of
Becoming huthathmas;
For that they blow
To whatever seen
Still life does not go
Some reduction will be
In body energy!
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In mouth:
Who has kept in his mouth
Industry of footwearHe lives by treading all
Who has grown in his hmohuth
A flower garden
Is unavoidable for
him always
Disturbance of naughty cattles.
……………………end……………………
Murder:to kill somebody else
No easy other than that
It is very difficult
to get oneself killed
To kill others is every body’s desire
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For these few:
For these few
Sound of coins is bells ringing
Sweet which others
have poured
For this same is
holy water(thirtha)
By seing the interest
growing in banb
Romantic
To rise principal to
worry
Chanting- penance-yoga
Money desease.
In this nation:
In this nation
All should change
Thoroughly
But chair which I have
sit ,some ground below
Should remain as it is.
To this nation
Caste-creed-religion
Should all go away
But there should be some seat reservation
for our forward class.
In this nation
Person worship family
pride
Should all stop.
But
The income (inamathi)
For gadduge of house
god
Should not be canceled
In this nation
All should stop talking
And keep quiet.
But
To words I speak always
Open ears and nod.
…………………….end…………………..
Bad dream:
Found
So many kind of people
becoming whatever
Great statue of gommata
standing
Melting as mud flowing I found.
Iravatha of indra
attacked by tonacha(insect)
Rolling in ashes as street dog ,found
Brightly burning speeches
Converting into mere
ashes quietly,found
Rising of seven hoods to ordinharh snhake
Plaing in water of
manasa lake,found
Gun(rifle)arising in
safron(kavi)
To kill himself by himself
found
Some white fans of Saraswathi temple
Becoming broomstick of minister’s house,found
Standing nacked
around snake house(hutta)
Found serpent worshippers pouring milk and hee
Found writers who built matas
And becoming jagadguru for stubbornness only
On great seats small
people
Ound running as rats
and rodents
Found and awoke
Awareness is burning
as ball of burning coal.
………………………………….end……………………
News livers:
Few are afraid of
being lost
That is why always sit
In front seat chair
Or position (stage) of
presidentship.
Halahalisuttare(………………) ,in front of others
As smiling
Shaking hands,a gentleman
of courtesy(politeness)
Becoming a news daily
They are news makers
Won’t get sleep to all these
Without discussing about themselves
If there is no news which they have
Spoken in news papers.
By knocking
doors by themselves rush in
To various forums(institutions)
For to make,for claps,poking jirafe neck
To garland which they
may get
Those who are slent get rusted
Worry slightly
Sweat in fear of being forgotten
Embracing whatever is
got
Float along flood.
…………………..end……………………
Communism:
Wicked heros lose
In dramas or poetry
In reality their’s is grand
Main roll
It is waste to talk
of
Regarding values
And principles
When they have held
all control(formula)
Swhere environment is
corruptiveThere
Where is value for
innocence,reality
And goodness
Though presentonly pupil rarely
Holding,beating him
Painting black to face
Playing pipe,doing procession
To push him into roppa (stable)
Always ready
Like this is firming(fixing)
War of communism.
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My words:
People around me
And near by
Don’t listen to words
Which I speak
Even if heard won’t understand
Even if understood
What they understand
is not what I told
This is situation!
If I talk in front
Of others,will it be understood tell?
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Man-animal:
Now a days I feel often
Animals are better than men(humans)
Dogs don’t bark
behind
After eating in front
Tigers with full stomach
Won’t eat another
Snakes unless irritated
won’t bite
Cows won’t struggle (try) for any position(status)
Donkey’s remember
And does not kick.
…………………………….end…………………
When will vasantha appear(rise):
When will vasantha rise?
To this bald life of
crores of people
When will vasantha come?
From centuries centuries of
silence of magha(winter)
Peeling attacks of hundreds of winds
To life with fallen leaves
giving chest
When will vasantha rise?
Enlighting new desire to dried up chests(heart)
Fountaining faith in
branch and branch
Holding spirit
in nonliving(jada)
When will vasantha rise?
In dark making
missing directions
In crores of eyes of put off (withering)desires
Of feeling of light,
love success
Wnen will vasantha
appear?
………………………….end……………………..
In kerala:
Dense countless single legged coconut
Spreading feathers in between banks
Boats have responded.cool,melodious to eye,
wet lands have slept
in golden sun light
on streets of towns rising downing
ribben road(curved) ,side,behind
eyes of women of kerala
black knot.
Spreading full black magic of light and shadow
Here and there on series of lines of dense forest
Play of clouds-some kind of magic.
………………………….end……………………….
Why I write?:
Why I write
As I can’t keep quiet
To record my
Pains and sensations.
Actions and reactions
To flow forward
Without becoming stagnant
To mix with all.
I write to
Find myself by myself
Again to reappear
To converse with you
I write
For joy,pain
For anger and madness
Or for the spark which can’t be put off
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Your smile:
Your smile
Writes rangoli to early morning
Downing (getting down) as sun beam in middle of dense forest
Plays on the waves of sleeping pond
Opening eye of bud,in cradle of tree and tree
Pating the throat of
sleeping birds becomes
Gold to knot of hill.
Your smile
Sows,grows wonders
full of childerns
Opened many eye.
Thrusting udders milk drinking calves
Body becomes enthusiastic.
Flowing julu julu along water of river-pond
Dashes to sea bank
Full bank of coconut play opening feather.
Your smile
Becomes rain bow in chest of male
In evening face of
old people spreads
Shadow of clouds.swing above
Burning dead bodies
in graveyards.
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To sri kuvempu:
I stand and rememberin silence
New births ,secrets which I got from you
You taught me to stand straight rising head
To walk fearlessly
without giving way to troubles
To live silently.
How many keys you have donated
With kindness.have opened many
Doors within me ;
Tied kankana (………………….)of kannada
To my hand hand and blessed.
Standing beyond sound
of noisy pipe
Remember in silence with honour.
Have embraced me around
As firm starry sky
I have sit in boat,opening map(chart)
Putting new rows
which you have given.
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