Tuesday, 12 January 2021

part 1 translation of poetries of dr.k.v.thirumalesh,famous poet by dr.raveendra hosadurga selected from poetry collection'arabbi' published by abhinava prakashana bengaluru

Selective translation of poetries of dr.k.v.thirumalesh,famous poet from poetry collectioon ‘arabbi’ published by abhinava prakashana17/18-2,ist main,marenahalli,vijayanagara,bengaluru-560040.mobile no9448804905. I am grateful to poet and his family members and publishers.translated by dr raveendra hosadurga.translation is my hobby.please excuse and correct if there are any mistakes. k.v. thirumalesh dr poetries part 1 : 1)night found dreams: No brushes to draw dreams found at night Bringing brushes mixing paints when siting in front of canvas Dreams will not be in memory Where they will be?probably behind windows or in crevices of roofs In door frame scent behind bamboo wall(thatti) Will they come in today night?they are not coming kind if called ‘come’ Should have walked many paths,should have many nights spoiled sleepless Instead of pillow there should be hand A delayed path moover should be walking tup tup Reality should get down slowly in sleep With enough change To open door slowly as man enters door Without knowing wheather heacon or herr No brushes to draw dreams found at night Bringing brushes mixing paints when siting in front of canvas Dreams will not be in memory Where they will be?probably behind windows or in crevices of roofs In door square scent behind bamboo wall Will they come in today night?they are not coming kind if called ‘come’ Should have walked many paths,should have many nights spoiled sleepless Instead of pillow there should be hand A delayed path moover should be walking tup tup Reality should get down slowly in sleep With enough change To open door slowly as man enters door Without knowing wheather heavon or hell ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 2)cloud and poetry: Will write in air will write in water Eternal truths While writing only if they are wiped out Witness to permanence Those writen stone became crores of walls Those writen in wood became baajara(reading…………?) pillars Told dheerghathamas To keep men this world(marthya) keeps in clouds Rain water and keeps poetry in letters cloud is a bridge to this and other world(marthya and amarthya) likewise poetry clouds by raining to men shows god poetry doesnot show anything, except this news water in cloud is thoughtful it thinks about earth and ocean poetry will not about anything except this kind ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 3)leave to forget: Control mind As you comtrol it’s power increases This is one principle Like tied horse jumps Forward forward Still what runs is horse And not you Only experience of running is to you Field hills slope valley Horse passed through all Dense forest vast valley As each scenes started to open that much quick only receded back first horse of run itself is running horse? No doubt Has come to border of forest and stood Leave I to breath Has forgoten why where Allow to forfet There one artist has held all these in his mind what kind of mind is his’s is unimaginable ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 4)five paras to need of time: Roar,do humkara, trump,put keke Cruelly laugh,neigh,scream neigh,tell bebe Do whatever but still Often talk in human tone Otherwise you will forget Fully. Was poison of resputin was in his teeth In nails ,had spread through body Difficult to tell But those thamas dark eyes were Not without seing eyes ofthose who have seen Like chasm Bodyless shadows walking through out day If they join together becomes night Holding them like own skulls lamp(laandra) What to search in fort doom? Not us not us we tell But still should read and know Divine comedy Fear of fear is real fear Than knocking door To wait for when it is knocked is fear We are ready to give neck to complete it at once Rising on hill to allow to fly Sky basket Keeping playing piano on bank of sea All these are plans of rejection No this is not anybody’s but mothers day To leave without celebration Reason for tat fear of becoming soft Again fear of becoming child ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 5)Detach : Rising and Standing on eart globe Tilts that and this side Like few modern toys Though collapses and false again rises stands earth is quiet however long distance you go he rises up steps he comes from from height place sees below from lower place sees aboverom low level place sees bove he is subjected to(subordinate) cycle all roles have come and gone last role what you have brought t means what you have brought new all facial expressions are over all situations have completed people have turned their face anf sit they are thiryak (lower creatures) faced . detach detach this is eye this is ear this is nose this only is lip this only is talk those who have detached are in feelless(state) this is also one kind to detach we were not knowing before this epochs ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 6) friend or enemy: For his one talk people are waiting He does not talk Wall faced Very silent talk is not talk completed for this much time there are nobody who have reached end bt talking in between talks emptiness(shunya) only meaningful vastness of silent valley many people have disappeared therestayed here and there few people in middle of parh by side grass meadows or in towns developed communication of females became innocent to their names only afterwards even on seing their people in sandy enquiry of wellness is matter of hesitation face of ejra is one’degeneration’(alive, hading) face of ejra is one broken wetland they say it is true that there are many lines in it what he sees in wall we donot see anything probably it is a prakrutha poetry writen in secret script probably he also won’t understand, even if understood distance is more between us the direction which he sees,the direction which we see are noe onlymuch difference in seing. First only came ejra Our friend or enemy Forgoten to us,he also Does not makes to remember ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ???7) to it’s fate(condition,situation): Dreamer’s dreaming poetry here and there Sentence broken grammer itself by itself Bound otherwise all absurd To search effect is cause Earth slept at night is wonder Filled up dense populated guesture reflecting Like that on pillow image side Changed prideful sense Closing door threw key Between words much distance,myself Who crossed ,myself who collapsed Near small door Undertaken by lazy fellow long Without any previous preparation From where I came to where I will go One who has forgoten where I am Few crosses river and went Some seing sunset stood Few melted in rutals Few got up and went few were there where they were,all opposites sarigamain same one line fire and snowin snow forest tiger,in field cattles afternoon fragrance of tar,in evening fragrance of jasmine owl awo ken throujh out nightwill swing sleep during day very delicate seed of mushroom(anabe)wating for rain was in banabe(mada,ottalu…?) through out summer what if one house is built ,rain water below cloud which acount,sweating of summer which count ,cloud to it’s land house to it’s own sake(condition)-is ne old poem ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 8)beauty of this time: Steping down wables comes this time beauty For time being creating decoration When all were waiting in front of stage She will be dancing as though whole world’s head feeling giddy One day That is lost daythabala person waits Sitar artist waits What intollerence to audience? This day only her leg has spraineds Few people tell: you have built mansion in sand and will hit and go afterwards we in it’s memory ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 9)musk melon: Roling cart arranged win musk melons Is like pyramid For little time in beginning of road Some more time in avyaya(…………?) of end of road Remaining time in lanes lanes Must milan ride Who pushes and mooves is anamika As business runs shape of pyramid only Becomes small,but renmain as pyramid only is peculear From this much of distance appears shape but bargaining is not heard whom bargainingwith whom compromise panchayath has given to little childern musk milan kiss free wheel of history is roling carrying cargoto power which pushes back and front how much economy and paramartha(trancendentalism,adhyathma?) in each one how much seed! Each time when she builds pyramid Those eyes brightness feels enough to whole town What is peculear in this She is of pyramid’s land Probably in service of ghero Probably in service of ghers Or in their bed What is difference? To few people putting to net of fascination Few others by putting poison in meals Still few people burrying alive by her own hand This pyramid thief Fragrance through out street till she exists. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s 10)snow cover: Snow covered morning today I know aeroplanes won’t fly Won’t fly won’t land(get down) Even birds are keeping quiet Why sky has sent these balls? Getting feels as per mindbehind magic net Sun is also there doing his own kayaka like maya lamp(lantern) Through out night I did not sleep Headache head heaviness in condition like this mind Also can’t think whatever naturally logically Body is somewhere mind some where Was it in body on ant day bohimian Shakespeare mens shakeseare Pampa means pampa Even donte and virgil Became wondered It imagined hell and was in it It imagined heaven and moove there Where ever it had never resided Sees stars among these which is it’s Not possible for it to reside anywhere When all are existing so much How shall I attach to one placeor time One drew drop was in thoppa(cow dung ball) grazing in the midst of sheeps in another street was there Shining with girls And melting ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 11) wheather my thirst –your thirst: Write about opposites About highness and fall of man,how they Happen together Salomi! Cycling is itself dancing Afterwards cutting whose head kept in whivh plate In blood okuli(colour water) who played holi Had known to dancer magic(maya) of dance She is unknown(anamika) appearing in least dress On cycle on rolling drumin domba play On horse in war On lion in calender In pair swing of sky Samaasa(non fadinf?) like breastfrom one pole to another pole line drawing valcano Swinging time In middle krishna vivara(………………..?) Always watching pimp bafun He imitater of all processes Base becoming up upside down To smoke beedi(cigaret) is his adventure Often comes piching butoks Animals to animal cages Men to men’s tents Afer returning ,in remainig shunya(bayalu,zeroness) Is it possible for another world to get created One who has forgoten has come to search Like this he has kept leg to another world also wheather dhrutharastra jarathustra wheather cries or laughs crually(gahagahisu) with vomiting sense is coming storm of ocean covering dark to sky and earth o salomi still also will you danceneglecting my enotional excutements without even little piece of cloth,no sense of body who you ere who l am single or different thirst to you thisrt to me both drinking from one vessel ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Note:salomi.mathew 14:8of bible.for her mother sake,her lover cruel king In front of hidona dancing nakedly making mind to love mother’s ctiticiser(blamer)jan the baptist’s head she chaped off. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 12)Smell of murder: All were existing as it were town All were existing as they were time Then if one philosopher comes how? Tells what are all these what is this what is meaning of all from whereto where when why who you are he asks like this how mhch daya they will take? One day all will jiin and murder him Town sighs later all Before only Still one day In tea shop one ordinary man sudenly shouts:what is this all? have you thought have you worried?or keeping quiet? To this talk all other talks will be suspended all will see towards him turning neck he was of that place only till now he were like all in shop smell of murder was coming that will he not know because he was partner in thatalso in first murder only second murder had hiden. ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 13)shall I tell selection(choise): eye ear nose tone Body colour ,posture(stand) Place and time No selection at all But katten tea sugar less With malaay va bina(…………….) Hot hot selection(choise) is there Those who do not have this also Without being seen by anybody are like grass of path Without rising head ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 14) sin of this town: How you came to this town?was this town Your purpose?no not You were not knowing path still became traveller No way stillthough tjis is there Whole town was seing Seing like this for that sake only It had shying also than shy Was curiositywhat is your next(further) step Will become valient hero or Another begger by side of street Like sin will you wash brougt feet dust In pond then Colour of water will be which colour? What did you search what did you talk what did you learn what did you teach still you apeared on one day how is begininghow when did you disappear only rumours were spread those who spoke also were not able to believe not me is consolation of each where are you now? Sin of this town where will you wash or spread? ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 15)oh!: How many steps to throne of vikramadithya? I don’t know How much water in achchoda lake? I don’t know Where does silk route go from where? I don’t know Wheather huyen-tsang first or phahiyan first? Oh! History has died becoming coal Time for me also to go Untollerable tiredness has covered world Still how much distance how much Question coming to mouth will not become words ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 16)till street lights came: Till street lights came Thieves were walking freely Melting in dark-aha to that talk also There was one show Suh had a meaning Moon also had that much meaning Like that to stars also Till measuring machaines came Planets were very near Himalaya was in our mind We were picking ice from it When ever needed And with forest bears our relation in our stories also in sorrows also more than that works(moovments) of ants we build house they also build house we one behind another wheather hill or hill climb and go they will amso make line(queue) and go among us few will disappear they also become like that ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 17)in this path before us only: In this path before us only One high(supreme) person had mooved is clear He has not left anything Other than burnt ash what did he save? Now earth useless to anybody Ash has sit in branches of burnt into ash in branches of thorn trees Birds will also not come Better than this is real desert There are still possibility of experiences Chances are there sounds withou coming back Where they ought to reach reach there-or feels so With new earth face we can talk what we want Palm tree itself is kalpavriksha To settle here onlyis lake of thoughts(enquiries) Nobody knows future No desire(intension) of catching any clouds to us Here air always blowing lifting mass (hoyge,pourings………?) No questionof leaving step marks Merely dreams will be siting on drowsy stones In early morning they will wear snow As soon as sun light appears snow disappears rock disappears They will boil to heat dance in maya(magic) mirage For cycling of which man has to njoy or fear? That is also not decided This was not in any film story Came to light only after completion of all Then every statue was broken Still fascinaters pecking pieces Brought and kept after some time Threw outside ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 18) o he only he only: How much you run by whom to where Where do you disappear every where dense population From lamp posts drops fall My tone only makes you to fear In unexpected roads Daily will search hiding places cave dweller of traveller will weave new dresses daily at end to hide head among people only will learn your creativity lost in this only stop see keeping eye in eye once face in neutral pond or in mirror in glasses in front of shops in ponds where rain water has stagnated o he only he only you will shout then to him also you are unaquainted ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 19)loneli girl: My heart is sqeezing for you You are not there I knowyou are glassyou are fish you are fisferwoman of fish market cement statue siting on on dek left bank and humans you see many waves are beating always there in waste still I can’t near you between a screen is across though glass screen is transparent hard I simply hit head I have not done any such trial Front and back are getting exchanged Snow on glass Your figure becomes blur you are one blur painting like Later glass gets folds becomes non transparent Nothing will be seen Still till I remain in port(revu) time Will come surely With challenge that I will break this glass on one day Will wait siting near this window in this coffee house All this is real how shall I prove to history? No sign has remained now ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 20)mind lake(manasa sarovara): As direct talk is impossible metapher was created if creation of metapher were also not possible even thinking was not possible if thinkng was not possible mind would have become shunya(zero) if mind was becoming shunya mind would not have appeared talk had never attached to world will be bent word will not be even parallel toworld also for ever will be slant(tilted) therefore only desire of meaning is this much and anxiety of will not get also desire of meaningand in anxiety all others are dependent as though wearing two different chappals(footwears) of meaningful and meaningless are always in angle to talk therefore only as though in heaven for few moments as though in hell for few moments for few moments not present anywhere earning all as though loosing all that itself is golden deer-polished magic deer showing impossinle as possible in that moment what takes birth is history? Those who went calling mirage Where did they go what they became? Not failure of false words that is anxiety of further expanding earth (kshithija?) Where where who collapsed and fell For which reason probably no belief to them In desert bones Shine at night Those who went further reached their mind lake(manasa sarovara) here people’s residence objective form on both sides of street house and shops fried items smelland celebration has sit in usual place only cobler nammavva she sees feet of people only not faces sun light hit’s on everybody’s head as she is poor cobler it will not become moon light later searching chances foot wears go she knows next comes evening afterwards shadow later night afterwards she also rises and goes to street life no deep sleep for ever road has fallen as mind witness of all it’s awakenness waits for infinity half awakenness half drowsyness ox cart of distant journeyrising downing ups and downs without sense of time merely moovments ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 21) few countries are like russia: Few countries are like russia vert great Few are brief(small) like owner(maali) People of big country are unaquainted to each other From one end to another end To reach days weeks months are needed Each journey is one great journey Or punishment From masco to siberia Poets went revolutionists went In small countries all know all News means it is in well stage(katte) neighbours wishper To moov no begining and end It is like rounding wetland(gadde) in our village daily In big countries falls snow at a time on oneside On othersidesunlight heat At base of hill flock of sheep Mob of fisherman in coastal line Their languages are different understood little little In small countries one weather onelanguage Dressing method is same meals same History was not kept cut like fruit cuting Human race in only one plate neatly Ivers did not flow in straightlines,even mountains Existed in their joy All trials of correction are shaking falling what is wrong what is right will be known migrating coming birds what will you say who have seen many countries are not talking ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, From poetry collection ‘yemen kalyani’: ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 22)places: In rivers in which we swim safety feel’s Places to swim there is joy Water birds float with face upwards in supine position Seing sky Acting as though dead-dead also then knowing vastness of skysystem it’s wonder is enough keeping leg at bottom of of river relation of each part can be got keeping mouthful of waterthrowing(making to fly) to water is also fun later ssiting on bank to reducing sun light to dry up body in each river fearful places for us to go,there people dieing floating in same way in our actions where dense population and loneliness where doubt and hurry without forgeting possibilities there still only by fear how many days to sit where we are by fear only for how many days tohide for talks of world become goal,that is first step to understand power of arm and to putting hand to that which can’t be lifted then muscles will get awokened sleeping time will be there it does not need any preparation like that I came to desert ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 23) air: air of one lake suficient for how many people First send to mine workers gunny of cement to those who carry to road,to those who pour to residents of slum areas again to their match box like hutschildern like burnt sticks to those who blow by siting in front of oven to women who tie beedies to those who have sit during menses to those who can’t answer questions with tied up mouth to whom breath is needed to all such people for patient heated by fever to cried and slept child to female who got scolded to hit eaten arrested(khydi) beyond these is from mind to our daily house yard small fish kidwhere do you go in your eye also if seen skyformtwinkling lighting street light this is enough to night traveller also to cover as memory head cover.s ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 24) features: Comes in spring(vasantha) spring’s sun We who see and enjoy in greeshma season won’t Go in search of different places only noisy horse steps not leaving marks to each summer our well’s drying upand in this village dries up pond watershowing it’s bottom frogs and fishes dieingland gets hardened breaking in various designs bear foot jumps back as touching burning coal(kenda) afterwards one day thunder rain lightning will it not come at least after some delay coming hope is expected every year while coming from land to house how many faces ee sky those who do not no letters also will read lightning writings before reading onlythough features of each face are fading by this time will become one only,it is like one town it is a wonder ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 25) one more pair of eyes: Up to this like soread cotton clouds of artist Have become stone rocks now Till now which were like lovely kids only Now yaks winkling to their horn Thunder to neck in inner street Shoulder touching tyre wheel running boys Sounding poy poy Sin sky red yellow each time Giving new meaning Picture what is that marakatha what gomedhaka indra neela we have never understoodonly stusied in text book through our blood already prepared to to appear one suden star,no frontand back to it no delay nohurry artist who went to hold it will he not slip and fall on wet paint he only getting knrr scratched ahould get up he will get up in womb of time this is how nany times in dark he himself is rupadarshi(beauty shower……….?) line feature colourdark light place time one to searching man enough if one piece of dream is got ataching to it there creeper flower,there bird from that song from that tone his forgetfulness itself is punishment to him when figure writer himself becoming figure wonder is seen who is seen in another pair of eyes without putting his signature is dead though alive worrying about urvashi of other town years have spent and will be spending still ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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