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Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Pain

I don’t want to feel a thing
I need not feel a thing...


Through the window of despair,
there is none to peep and care

I don't know where to begin
I can't cry, for there is one too many reason

Let me walk into a crowd
can't silence the heart that cries out loud

I don’t want to feel a thing
I need not feel a thing...


I don't know where do I begin
There is so much rooted deep within

Cos the pain is too much to bear
I would rather keep it than share.....


Just beat it and repeat it , on and on.....
This is how I silence it and move on......

Was I hypnotized and let to be in pain?
or am I trying to push it in vain?


Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Stranger staring at me....

Ever been followed by stranger's eyes, intrigued by some?
When you are at battle within, when you know not the next step and know not whom to reach out.... When you get a glimpse of someone silently watching you and you want to hang on to the hope it gives.... For ease of narration, I put in here, a girl who has lost all her past,but still holding on to memories, finding it hard to move on....




Stranger staring at me....
no word you speak,
nor a signal for me,
at your life to peek....

is that my hair I brushed aside?
or is it my restless stride?
either ways, am on the move.....
but holding on to me is your eyes!

Am I to turn around and smile......
or bury the thought and walk a mile?
either ways, am on the move....
but holding on to me is your eyes!

You sit there, with my mind u fiddle,
While I ponder to solve the riddle....
A step back or ahead,
Unable to decide, I close my eyes!

The sting is too much to handle,
an old wound, that is yet to settle....
I better be on the move,
for it all started with beholding eyes!

Stranger staring at me.....
causing memories to wreak....
And all that the past has given to me,
Has left me bleak!

Stranger staring at me....

strings are now entangled,
If life throws a chance at me,
Who am I to not have a peek! 

Friday, August 4, 2017

Floating clouds.....


Pic Courtesy : Prasad Kamat (Thank You!)


Sometimes high up....
hanging low,
sometimes….

Loaded – heavy and dark,
sometimes…..
Taking hues of the fading sun,
sometimes....

Reaching high up,
in the sky...
Rushing with fellows,
filled with joy.....

Off to fulfill some dreams,
some yours, some mine....
Touching gently and roaring,
sometimes….

Kissing the grass,
bringing sparkles....
Slashing anger,
strangling lives....,
sometimes…..

Floating clouds, changing shapes
Do you mind, to stop and help us

What is the story you weave up there
We are mortals here, blink and miss
the future you show - floating and changing shape!

ಸ್ಪೂರ್ತಿ!

In the pic : Maneet, my friend's son :) dinavu udayisuva sooryanalla tampereva irulalla beesuva gaaliyalla suriva maleyalla n...