part 4 translation of poetries of dr.k.v. thirumalesh famous poet by dr raveendra hosadurga selected from poetry collection'arabbi'

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. Thirumalesh dr.poetries part 4 : 76)beket model: Tar road.rain.sun light.heat.bus.car.face to face.scree…………ch Sudenly broken noise,trafic jam.horn.horn.horn. Quarell.glass pieces. Spread.curiosity- Fill people.police van.police. moovments of vehiches begin.tar road.sun light.rain.dense steam.sweating.evening sun. shining road.as though long sentence broken. Death before birth.small words.their journeyone behind one. In force of overtaking front one upon one rising Will be coming like that olyno talk.no story.no silence also Figure on paper ,criss cross. Straight- Line path.next cross road.let turn.right turn. No question of choise not to turn to right here.indicating direction air hen as though like missing direction. We know.it’s hand legs are of iron Getting rusted much duration.anachronism. No hurry to us.we are neutral. Beket model ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 77)avaguntana(screen,purdha ?) is needed ,for beauty: Nothing is becoming clear-in front of direction end(digantha) Black shapes are mooving-probably In tharasi (terrace)of oppsite house folding cloth late women fearheld covering black are those who have given mind to some dance asa though coming forward ,receding backward one hand on waist another in sky to not yet arising moon to submit their complaints in this middle sudenly mooving her screen(avaguntana) young girl (youth)why did she moov screen (avaguntana)likr that From her face flashed light Pushing all metaphysics below leg is sending To dark ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 78)beauty of ocean: Beauty of ocean exists not in their contineous waves They come again again is really boredom and fear producing Ocean’s beauty- Exists in it’s banks In waves bringing sand and Foams appearing disappearing lines In pals rising standing And sea burds not considering this vast water distance flying in same way beauty of a mountain is not in it’s height sheeps grazing in hill base men mooving like stars path covering fallen detachments water streams covering sleeping clouds though sun sets remaining shining-in such ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 79)condolence: Some how entering to unaquainted yard Something not to be happened happening Being not able to correct it Or to correct that also may result in such Another unexpecting happening Those who have stood this talk becomes understood There is no aquaintence of anybody yet No indication of happening alsoyou seing shandeliers and wall maps ,standing mirrors to us fear as thugh coming to court of vikramadithya running from men to men one waiter’s unnatural behavior also condolencing for not becoming ours waiting for this to finish are existing like dolls had thought all will have attention towards us nobody gave attention to us-afterwards came to know we were not visible to them as we had come there recently ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 80)lines: Riner mariya rilkey When you came to mind? Your godess and my poetry spirit are one only? Every line is beginning of another poetry? People are different and their thoughts are different only? Life is like one local train On rails spread on some day everyday Mooves between two terminals many times I have walked thinking that no events have happened severe accident of missing rail as though I am waiting every moment my poetries are now paper pieces torn to storm in which ever method joined one only readers only write -here and there few have gone to distance Therefore nothing is completed will not finish Who found out type of mistakes When proper imagination was not there? At the age of seventy rodin throwing to air his great live achievements was caught in fascination of young girls- for that reason had undergone very much depressed rilkey some how – not adjusting he thought-still to not to get adjusted this great carver’s(sculpturist’s) determination power was also not there on one day it flashed to him also –he became free in same way old toystal is opposite leavinf all luxiries died in railway station-accepting this how rejection is possible?man’s deep(vast) choises are like keeping leg in air-felt ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 81) hyderabadi: Where you are now hyderabadi-you and your blanket It is easy to say so I searching you escaping from me myself in yard you in street I in street you in banyan tree That banyan tree to it Roots and prop roots becoming one generations have Swinged here there bushes here and there inner paths Like like non eerable fortn that childern play Play tree moki the time which mooves very fast There lingering for some time then only mooves Along with Cattles goat sheep dog beggers Orphan sense mass sense with all you appearing as though not appearing tells mayavadi(advaithi) ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 82)fire insect: Fire insect is one fine Fire insect thousand fine Like lamps allowd to float in river one as reflection(image) of another throught out night lightnings without thnders in morning if again searched their burnt remains also not available to hand what is witness of their burning throught night is it not mental make up? ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 83)in jail: Have made convents jail There ladies are collected Hospitals have been done jails There they have pushed mads Colleges and universities have become jails All youths are made to join there How did they all came here from there How they will depart? They only are music singers back ground music players They are only light people screen holders All they only who rub seats and clean ground -they are seers they are adminisrtaters also There ends matter One automata circle rotates around whom whose rotation Is also not sure ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 84) falling from outer border of cloud: On that evening a charn never existing till now on my face you saw wrote and kept and went evening every evening which was different which time it is- from outer border of cloudslater rain fallen reflecting light it is again may not come in this middle I have gone beyond many prohibitions my dried up face due to mole(stain mark?) which ever light is able to protect-you also should not reurn ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 85)by small dirts and sticks: By small dirts and sticks sparrow builds nest Jackbeete teak woods not needed Dirts and sticks are big log of woods to it It sees forest trees And gets wondered Water from well somebody in vessel Filled kept water is enough to drink Big lakes channels Are not needed Seing big lakes it wnoders what is the use But sparrow wndersto nest Lakes seas hills trees ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 86) in railway cross: “this spider this moon’s lightbetween trees And this I also”(fredic neetse) I was in seetha fruit shop Sleep through out night In sleep only I was jumping falling Dreaming soundinf Later sudenly had rised and went Be be sheep’s cry in anesthesia also what an anesthesia! O jnani of jnanies (knoledgebles of knowledges) Who came to my mind unexpected -philosopher you also silent you here by side of railway station have sudenly come to not talking you stretched hand only talkyou stretch that only later wll withdraw in blanket which you weared all beauty of earth globe is hiden to blanket of thousand patches there is beauty of thousand flowers knit I stand and see How mant sheeps in it to café owner if you are seen that much only he tells to others: in youth there are no sinful works which he has not done rejected god now falling to street is acting like saint(santha) his leg ulcer will never heal it is fruit of sin god won’t excuse saitan will not excuse what about talk of humans-still is waiting that humans will excuse he is waiting in railway cross great optimist not for money not for tifin- but for kindful vision or is seen so not for that also for nothing like railway signal his hand rises and falls ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 87) firmness: Beauty of one old woman Siting near window her white sparse Head hairs fjying to air falling on forehead blur vision not seing anything not seing distant reduced hearing organ not listening anything giving ear to something one flying insect from then runing here and there is troubling her she does not try to make it run away such firmness is like as though preventing stoping sun trying to(about to) set somebody’s mother some body’s wife somebody’s daughter citizen of one naton ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 87) wave-ant-bee: Has only one wave ever come.if one ant means that is dead only Only one bee is also like that only Have told many times Still loneliness is not like that iwill be present everywhere always While sudenly when we are laughing chating loneliness means Few times memory, desire of doing something,some secret, Pocket in pocket zip spoiled or being caught in riddle Loneliness is character of cat why became lonely is not known Have seen town cats of kasaragodu,have found in seeme (regional) cats of hyderabad sana’s Arabbi cats are famous,they unite only to union and motherhood In chills kids fall one upon other becoming balls As they grow becoming big different Different still I have seen dependence requesting cats they come And scratch closed doors When people are seing dead man walking ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Note: dead man walking a film ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 88)holi: On day of holi all sound(word) forms diping in colour Face nose head body rain bow Only eyes openibg pilipili Called me also What called Against my likes holding hand pulling to road threw colours on my body- who are these who are these? Tried to identify might be girls whom I loved in hiden form? Did n’t identify afterwards though washed for many days shadow of colours stood here and there why lie?they completely fading and disappearing was not liking to me also ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 89)droupadi: Searching fpr beauty mass will you go to which world? Neighbour basthi(jain temple) girlyour menaka monika Homer also did the same by small quarell of small town Twisted his great poetry Tells poet kavenag-there is nothing which is not known to him We shall tell Like that only derek valkat Removing sapat helen made one fisherman’s female He is also a hiself one omerose! To listen sound of ocean shell of ocean is enough Even shell is not needed-making hand shell if ears are closed over We know from childhood only Next what about droupadi!open body open hair’s female I found her yesterday in station Shakespeare was very intelligent Keeping name globe to his small theatre only Bringing unheard unseen from here and there Allowing in that saw fun Every drama is drama within drama In same way each story is story in story Some hoe we were caufgt without playing without telling No other way ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Note: omerose is greek name of homer nobel laureate derek valcat Is poet ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 90) glaster to his son: Make me to stand where you stand For those who have noeyes tone itself is eye (to those who have glass eyes) By tone only to me bird flying is seen If we were there when earth was flatstanding n it’s border wanted to see below Then I would have known what is vast(boundless)? When peeped into well with unseen bottom Will not body shake ‘jhum’ ?in same way my eyes also without sins let nobody see ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, note: shakespeare’s”king lear”drama:part 4 view 6 ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 91)ludvig vitgenstain: Whatever to be told is possible it is possible to tell simple(way) It is better to keep silent what can’t be talked Told vitgenstain Good? Vitgenstain who was free No house wife childern nothing present Had distributed existing money Attaching black pack to back was appearing in cambridge now and then as though coming now only always or as though ready to return it’s duality does not flash to him was like beyond dual,therefore only wrote two books one against other probably his mind on some day was like broken mirror-as though standing betweentwo pieces was reflecting infinity ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,s Note: astria –british philosopher ludvig vitgenstain was profesor In cambridge..denying his beginning philosophy promoted another ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 92) history and art: Big tragidy of art is that by which history value is to be got Remaining it’s outside only tells milankundera-czek writer If remained outside poetry is it imitation,cycling or really new is not known italian thinker anthonio granyi can be believed he tells by changing history only we can create history history means creative process-therefore for art work to get value is history in which it exists to chane a littles when like this real artwork always in margin of previous history only appears in margin only meanibgful notes are possible this margin only becoming prominent story becomes history is it tragedy or not is left to discusion-we have sit in arrow fast train for some view yielding mind fixing vision there inspite of train mooving forward in such place who gets down is artist ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 93)something will happen: Every day Something happens in life Without closing door door stoper We have put,will keep window slghtly open A letter to editor bbc world discusion in today canteen In terrace walking inattic books of important poets and bible upanishath,kuran Granth sahib and dharmapadastagnant in railway gate straininghumanities sighonly along path My firmless walk In jay bharath shop daily purchase,in eveningdoctor bidkirar clinic visit This much of tablets at this this time Electricity filierdeep dark later waiting something will happen Cry of a bird on tree ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 94) bee which has lost it’s nest: There are thousands of people who havw seen raindrops hiting on Wjndow glasses-but But bee which has lot it’s nest Wanders with wonder- It doesnot know what has happened to it Natural disasteror social killing? Foe some time will be hiting to window glass Has that view has been photo flashed so far Till now Have put forth in front of god Have they kept in mind ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 95)silence of mile stones: Heat of road Watchman in gate-his drowsiness Thorn of jali tree –it’s shadow One cow Why thhis afternoon is little long As though pulled and stretched While pocket is searched will come to know Lost key Will remember all wandered places One by one On which bench On which table on which counter In which wash basin By side of which tap? Was not tollerating silence of mile stones For walking this much this one reason is enough ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 96)unreality prabhavali(aura……………?): Shirts butons were not Fixed to proper place Even head hairs were not set properly Even in talk also suitable words were not coming knocks door like new comer wife sees with wonder childerns see with wonder a prabhavali(aura…………) of unreality appears it was not possible for him to ask excuse lips only are shaking searches for cat which he wanted to rear searches for dogwhich he wants to bring up seaches for flower plants not seen how will bear (tollerate) freeness of full night earth I can’t open anything which is closed Without breaking When all are sleeping he really Searhes for hammer ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 97)eshteet: Love lovekindness pity Renunciation-all are right But why bending of eyebrows Why it is soand this wonder of eyelids Sharp on nose seperateness of laugh Without knowing why Sat for thousand years Without seing any oter thing ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 98)our esthetics: Full epoch is bored of full statues Is tired of words samyak dristi(good vision)etc To break statues is fate(situation) now Enough to break carving hammer Nose of one is eye of another Yet another’s hand leg or ear For example sondilu(trunk) torn ganapathi Saraswathi of broken veena or Shiva who has lost third eye The stone which has rised to godliness(divinity) What is needed to to become stone again If one hand fingure is broken To matters we want to give mattership To show art as atr Roughness beyond smoothness(delicacy) is needed Don’t be afraid Even stone statue is broken again it will not become stone completely Becomes broken art Once after reaching godliness (divinity) Will retain it at least a little-when it retains something It becomes real-what is complete is all it’s imitation now You don’t praise moon faced To us little narrow(kolu) faced are like You told an end is needed to story We will stop at middle only while listening story What you weave we here and there Open and stitch our denim pants We tear intentionally We remoov our thalas(beats,rythms) We will kep our feet on burning earth No other earth ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 99)k.: People ask where is k. Why they ask k.what if where ever he exists where ever he may be he will come surely by himself even if he does not come where he will go? Least he will go to office There he plungs (hides) in files Eats in hotel If bored he will bake something by himself and eats Will be holding paper to face As though reading something deep(great)-he will Not read it is known ,to us all postal letters are Like that only One day To carry him To kill is sure, is it known to him? Till that He will be wandering for few days His’s one photo?no Signature? That is also not needed Doodle done pictures?not necessary k.means enough in it all is there ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Note: k. means here franz kafka and his same name’s story role ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 100)philosophy: There are people who have left house,have left mata In fascination of philosophy Who have left country,who have taken poison Liquors like amrutha(elixer) Who have become addicted and embraced prostitutes like apsaras(divine dames) I will also walk and see What is this attraction For a little distanceexcept spread dusk(mabbu) Will not see anything To me near vision no path marks who have left though present they can’t be used I know this much Philosophy is like this only then and always Deshabhrasta(…………………?)! Poetry also half like that half like this poet walks in empty pocket like kings including all in hills and forests in weekly sandies(markets) though one only not one also devayani sharmiste extra who that apsarasi(divine dame) yavani lass also like to him on this side if to this philosopher body mind wound appears sstill aha what a fascination uncontroled for ever maya of mind not controlled(paravasha) not leaving ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 99)k.: People ask where is k. Why they ask k.what if where ever he exists where ever he may be he will come surely by himself even if he does not come where he will go? Least he will go to office There he plungs (hides) in files Eats in hotel If bored he will bake something by himself and eats Will be holding paper to face As though reading something deep(great)-he will Not read it is known ,to us all postal letters are Like that only One day To carry him To kill is sure, is it known to him? Till that He will be wandering for few days His’s one photo?no Signature? That is also not needed Doodle done pictures?not necessary k.means enough in it all is there ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Note: k. means here franz kafka and his same name’s story role ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, 100)philosophy: There are people who have left house,have left mata In fascination of philosophy Who have left country,who have taken poison Liquors like amrutha(elixer) Who have become addicted and embraced prostitutes like apsaras(divine dames) I will also walk and see What is this attraction For a little distanceexcept spread dusk(mabbu) Will not see anything To me near vision no path marks who have left though present they can’t be used I know this much Philosophy is like this only then and always Deshabhrasta(…………………?)! Poetry also half like that half like this poet walks in empty pocket like kings including all in hills and forests in weekly sandies(markets) though one only not one also devayani sharmiste extra who that apsarasi(divine dame) yavani lass also like to him on this side if to this philosopher body mind wound appears sstill aha what a fascination uncontroled for ever maya of mind not controlled(paravasha) not leaving ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,end,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,