ನಾಂದಿ

ಶಶಿಯಿಲ್ಲದ ಆಗಸದಿ

ಕಾರ್ಮೋಡವು ಒಗ್ಗೂಡಲು |

ಬಿರುಗಾಳಿಯ ಆರ್ಭಟದಿ

ಬಹುತೆರೆಗಳು ಮೇಲೇರಲು |

ಅಪ್ಪಳಿಸಿತು ಉದ್ರೇಕದಿ

ಅವಳ ನೋವ ಅಲೆಗಳು ||

ಅರಸಿಹಳೊ೦ದು ಆಶ್ರಯ

ದೂರದಡದಿ ಕುಳಿತಿರಲು |

ಜೀವನದ ಅನಿಶ್ಚಯ

ಮನಸೆಲ್ಲವ ಕಾಡಿರಲು |

ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ಅಭಿನಯ

ತನ್ನಾತ್ಮವ ಕೊಂದಿರಲು ||

ಆಶಾಛವಿಯ ಕಿರಣಗಳು

ತಾಮಸವ ಕಳೆದಿರಲು |

ಭರವಸೆಯ ತಂಗಾಳಿಯು

ನೆಮ್ಮದಿಯ ತಂದಿರಲು |

ಹಳೆ ದುಃಖವ ಮರೆತಿಹಳು

ಸಬಲೆಯಾಗಿ ನಗುತಿರಲು ||

Question

The problem is known;

known is the solution.

Why is it that I frown,

to battle the situation?

Shy away from thee;

would sure yield salvation.

Should I risk to see,

the play with emotion?

To see one evolve;

is the supreme ambition.

Should I just dissolve,

in the expanse of the creation?

ಕಲ್ಮಶ

ಕಲ್ಮಶದೊಳ್ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದರೂ ಕಮಲ

ಹೊಂದಿಪುದು ಶುಭ್ರತೆಯ ಅಮಲ...

ನಿನ್ನಲ್ಲಿಯ ಕಳಂಕಗಳ ತಳಮಳ

ಸೃಜಿಸುವುದು ಪ್ರೀತಿ-ವಿಶ್ವಾಸದ ಯಮಳ...

ಸ್ಫೂರ್ತಿ---ಕಾಣಿಕೆ

ನಾನಾಗಿದ್ದೆ ದುರ್ಬಲ ಚೀತ್ಕಾರ

ಧ್ವನಿಯಾಗಿ ಮಾರ್ಪಡಿಸಿದುದು ನೀನೆ....

ನನ್ನಿಂದಲೇ ಆಗಿದ್ದೆ ನಾ ದೂರ

ಆತ್ಮಸಂದರ್ಶನ ಮಾಡಿಸಿದುದು ನೀನೆ....

ಬಡವನಿಗೆ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿಹುದು ರಾಜಸತ್ಕಾರ

ಅಮೂಲ್ಯರತ್ನವ ಒದಗಿಸಿದುದು ನೀನೆ....

ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ದೋಣಿ

ದೋಣಿಯೊಂದ ನಾ ನಿರ್ಮಿಸುವೆ

ಸ್ತರಿಸಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಹಾಳೆಯನು....

ತಾರೆಗಳಿಂದ ಆದ ಸಜ್ಜಿಸುವೆ

ಬಣ್ಣ-ಕಾಗದದ ದೋಣಿಯನು....

ನಿಶೆ-ಹಗಲು ಬಳಿ ನಿಂತಿರುವೆ

ಕನಸಿನಿಂದ ನೀ ಹೊರಬರಲು....

ದಿನಾಂತ ಸಮಯಕೆ ಕಾದಿರುವೆ

ಕಲ್ಪನೆಯ ತಾರೆ ಹೊಳೆದಿರಲು....

ಹಾಳೆಯ ನಾವಿಯ ತೇಲಿ ಬಿಡೋಣ

ಸಾಗಲಿ ಅರಸುತ ತೀರವನು....

ಪ್ರೇಮ ತರಂಗವ ಸೃಜಿಸೋಣ

ತಲುಪಲಿ ನಮ್ಮಯ ನಿಲಯವನು....

This poem was inspired by this post. Thanks Indira... :)

ಜೀವನದ ತತ್ವ -- ಸತ್ವ?

ಎಲ್ಲರ ನೋವ ನಾ ಹಂಚಿಕೊಂಡೆ
ನನ್ನ ಆರೂ ಕೇಳುವರಿಲ್ಲ |
ಆದರೂ ಎಲ್ಲರ ನಾ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವೆ
ಎನಗಿಂತ ಮೂಢನು ಇನ್ನಿಲ್ಲ ||

ಪರರ ವರ್ತನೆಗೆ ದುಖಿಯಾಗದಿರು ಮನವೆ
ನಿನ್ನ ಕೆಲಸವ ನೀ ಮಾಡು ||
ನಿರಾಸೆ ಎಂಬುದು ಜೀವನದಲಿ ಸಹಜವೇ
ನಿಶ್ಕಾಮದ ದೃಶ್ಯವ ನೀ ನೋಡು ||
ಕಾಣುವುದು ಸಂಸಾರದಲಿ ಆನಂದದ ಸಾಗರವೇ
ನಿರೀಕ್ಷೆಯ ತೊರೆವ ವರವ ನೀ ಬೇಡು ||

ನಿನ್ನ ಗುಣ-ಲಕ್ಷಣಗಳನು
ಕಾಪಾಡಿಕೊ ಋತು-ಕಾಲಗಳಿ೦ದ |
ಮತ್ತೆ ಸವಿಯಲಾಗುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಕಂಪು
ಬಾಡಿ ಹೋದ ಹೂವಿನಿಂದ ||

ಮಾತು

ಹೇಳಬೇಕೆನೆಸುತಿದೆ ಸಾವಿರ ಮಾತು...
ನಿನ್ನ ನೋಡುತಲೆ ಆಗುತಿದೆ ಅವು ನಶ್ವರ ಧಾತು..
ನಂಬಿದ್ದೆ ನಾನು ನಿನ್ನ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡೆನೆಂದು....
ಸಂತಸದಿ ನಲಿದೆನು ನೀನು ಅರ್ಥೈಸಿಕೊಂಡೆ ಎಂದು...
ಮುಂದೆ ನೀನಾಡಿದ ಮಾತುಗಳು...
ಕೊಲ್ಲುವುವು ಇನ್ನು ಹಗಲು ಇರುಳು...

ನಿಯಮಾವಳಿ

ಸುಂದರ ಪುಷ್ಪವ ಅರಸುತ,

ಜೇನಿನ ಸ್ವಾದವ ನೆನೆಯುತ,

ಮಣ್ಣಿನ ಕಂಪನು ಸವಿಯುತ,

ದುಂಬಿಯು ಹಾರಿತು ಕಾಡಿನಲಿ

ಜಾವದ ಮಂಜಿಗೆ ನಡುಗುತ,

ತಣ್ಣನೆ ಗಾಳಿಗೆ ಬಳುಕುತ,

ಸೂರ್ಯನ ರಷ್ಮಿಗೆ ಒಲಿಯುತ,

ಲತೆಯು ಅರಳಿತು ತೋಟದಲಿ

ಹಸಿದಿಹ ದುಂಬಿಯು ಬಂದಾಗ,

ಹೂವಿನ ಕಾಂತಿಯ ಕಂಡಾಗ,

ಮನಸಲಿ ಕಾತರ ನಲಿದಾಗ,

ಸುಮವನು ಅಪ್ಪಿತು ಮೋಡಿಯಲಿ.

ಕುಸುಮದಿ ತುಟಿಯನು ಇರಿಸುತ,

ವೇಗದಿ ರೆಕ್ಕೆಯ ಬಡಿಸುತ,

ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಚುಂಬನ ನೀಡುತ,

ಮಧುವನು ಸವಿಯಿತು ಹಿಗ್ಗುತಲಿ.

ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯು ತುಂಬಿದ ನಂತರ,

ಬೆಳೆಯಿತದೇಕೋ ಅಂತರ,

ಆಯಿತೇ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯು ನಶ್ವರ?

ನುಡಿಯಿತು ಕುಸುಮವು ದುಃಖದಲಿ.

ಪ್ರಕೃತಿ ನಿಯಮದ ಅನುಸಾರ,

ನಡೆಯುತಿಹುದೀ ಸಂಸಾರ,

ಸರಿ-ತಪ್ಪು ನಡುವಿನ ಅಂತರ,

ಅರಿತವನೆ ಜ್ಞಾನಿ - ನೀ ಕಲಿ.

rangu-kaavya

ಸಂಜೆಯ ರಾಗಕೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಭಾವಕೆ

ಹಕ್ಕಿಯ ತಾಳಕೆ ಬಾನು ರಂಗೇರಿದೆ ||

ಹೂವಿನ ಗಂಧಕೆ ದುಂಬಿಯ ಮುತ್ತಿಗೆ

ಬಳ್ಳಿಯ ತೆಕ್ಕೆಗೆ ಗದ್ದೆ ಸೊಂಪಾಗಿದೆ ||

ಮೇಘದ ಚಿತ್ತಕೆ ನೀರಿನ ಕಾಯಕೆ

ಗಾಳಿಯ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶಕೆ ಜೀವ ಒಂದಾಗಿದೆ ||

Rainbows from acid rain

Rain causes rainbow.... rainbows are beautiful... they give you a sense of hope and peace amidst gloomy cloudy sky and thundering downpour.... what makes them beautiful? is it the light? is it the water? or is it the sky in which light is scattered? or is it just the rainbow itself.. :)

Rainwater is supposed to be the purest form of water.. but due to pollution, they are far from purity nowadays.. acid rains are common in big cities...

If a rainbow is formed by acid rain, would the rainbow still look beautiful? Or because the rain is due to pollution, would the colors be different? would the rainbow be even visible due to the pollution in the sky??!!

When there is light and are water drops, there'll always be rainbows... They say, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.. But can the eyes see the rainbow to appreciate it?

Numbers!

.... he liked numbers.... they were always a part of curious thought processes which created his existence.... numbers... meant quantity... there were many things which could be quantified.... most things could be expressed in terms of numbers and logistic conclusions could be derived upon... its amazing, he thought, that things can be understood and perceived better just because you can quantify them in terms of numbers.... what would the world be, if the numbers were non-existant? would we cease to exist? not really... but then what would have happened to our understanding of the surroundings.... would we 'see' nature differently? what would happen to all the firsts.. the lasts... there would be no mathematics in school! no history may be... no economics.... hey! that means no banking... money will then no longer be a parameter in life! hmmm.... grueling-intriguing-yet totally random and stupid-thoughts, he wondered, whether it happened only to him...

he liked odd numbers.... may be he liked them bcos they were alternate.... but so were even numbers! well... it starts with a 1 always which is an odd number.... on second thoughts, it actually starts with a zero! hmm... zero, he concluded, is neither even nor odd... so what was the reason? may be they were like him... slightly odd... different...

his madness increased day by day... insanity was soon becoming his another side.... and now suddenly he is in love with the number 2... may be because he has started liking squares.... although historically he loved b³, suddenly he is now in love with b²....

his confusion knew no bounds.. but he always found solace in doing precious things.... strange was his life now.... yet beautiful!

Understanding.......

It is a luxury to be understood...

--- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Go on and on......

"I could go on and on and on..." he said.

"seriously though", she thought, "how could one go on and on with words! words are limited isnt it? oh, may be he would invent more of them.. but there are only 26 characters..... she had learnt in school that the maximum number of words possible is 26!....

what will he do after that?? hmm.... may be he'll create more characters...

how would he create them?? assign new shapes, may be....

what shape would they be?? wouldnt he run out of shapes??"

she had heard shapes can be random and hence infinite in number...

"may be", she thought, "thats what he meant when he said he could go on and on...."

the young teenager wondered lying on the riverbed, "if he went on creating new words and characters and shapes, he could certainly go on, but how would anybody else understand? or is it only sufficient if one puts across his thoughts without caring about whether others understand them or not?? then", she wondered, "why even try and tell it out?".........

Dreams are for real...... :)

the window stood there, open and clear...

it was hard to control, his mind wouldnt steer..

he had seen her before, by the window sill...

oh! they were photos, where she was still...

now he could see, the princess moving around...

thats when he knew, his joy had no bound..

dressed she was, in black and black..

his favorite color, he kept looking back...

she showed her palace, and he his hut..

all this happened, with the door firmly shut..

a certain random wind, would come barging in...

when view of the window, would quickly become thin...

he longed to see her again, to look into her eyes...

to jump out of the window, would certainly be nice...

he loved his beautiful angel, but this wait was a travail...

he wanted the life to end, but his love to prevail...

he thought of the princess, the fairy came in a zap...

there was a wand-tap, and he was on her lap....

the princess whispered, oh - this is surreal...

you taught me, said he, that dreams are for real........

random shayari....

दिल में दिमाग़ में जो सोच रहती है |

कभी कभी ज़ुबान पर आजाती है ||

यह दिल का तड़पन है क्या बताऊं |

ये तो अब रोज़ की कहानी है क्या सुनाऊं ||