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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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???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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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?
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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From poetry collection ‘yemen kalyani’:
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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
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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
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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
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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
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