Sunday, 17 January 2021

part 4 translation of poetries of dr.k.v.thirumalesh,famous poet by dr raveendra hosadurga from poetry collectioon ‘arabbi’ published by abhinava prakashana17/18-2,ist main,marenahalli,vijayanagara,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.

 

 

 

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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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)

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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?

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Note: dead man walking a film

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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

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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

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Note: omerose is greek name of homer nobel laureate derek valcat

Is poet

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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

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note: shakespeare’s”king lear”drama:part 4 view 6

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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

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Note: astria –british philosopher ludvig vitgenstain  was profesor

In cambridge..denying his beginning philosophy promoted another

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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Note: k. means  here franz kafka and his  same  name’s  story role

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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

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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

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Note: k. means  here franz kafka and his  same  name’s  story role

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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

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