Sunday, 8 May 2011

ಅವ್ವ

ನೀಲಿ ಗಗನದ ಅಂಚಲ್ಲಿ, ಮಂದಗಾಳಿಯ ಸೆರಗಲ್ಲಿ
ಮೂಡಣದ ಸೂರ್ಯ ಕರಗಿ ಮರೆಯಾಗುವ ಸಮಯ;
ಸಂಧ್ಯಾರಾಗಕೆ ಮರಗಿಡಗಳು ತಲೆದೂಗಿ
ನಿದ್ರಾದೇವತೆಯ ತೆಕ್ಕೆಯೇರುವ ಮುನ್ನ
ನಿನ್ನ ಮಡಿಲೇರುತ್ತಿದ್ದ ನೆನಪು ಇನ್ನೂ ಕಾಡುತಿಹುದು ನನ್ನ
ಪರದಿಂದಿಳಿದು ಇಳೆಗೆ ಇಳಿದ ದೇವ ಪುತ್ಥಳಿಯೋ
ನನ್ನ ಪಾಲಿನ ದೇವತೆಯೇ ಸರಿ
ನಿನ್ನ ನೆರಳಿಗಾಗಿ, ನಿನ್ನ ಸನಿಹದ ನೆಮ್ಮೆದಿಯ ಅಲೆಗಾಗಿ
ತಹತಹಿಸುವ ಮರಿಚಿಟ್ಟೆಯ ಹಾಗಿದ್ದೆ,
ನಿನ್ನ ಸೆರಗಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಜೋಪಾನವಾಗಿ ಬಚ್ಚಿಟ್ತಿದ್ದೆ ನೀನು;
ಮೇರು ಕ್ಷಿತಿಜದ ಕವಲುಗಳ ಹಾಗೆ
ನಿನ್ನ ಕಬಂಧ ಬಾಹುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಶರಣಾಗತಳಾಗಿದ್ದೆ
ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಬವಣೆಗಳ ನಡುವಲ್ಲು ಮಾಸದ ಮೊಗದ ಮಂದಹಾಸ
ಮಹಾನದಿಯ ಮೌನ ಗಾಂಬೀರ್ಯ, ಅಗಾಧ ಆತ್ಮವಿಶ್ವಾಸ
ನಿನ್ನ ಸಹನೆಗೆ, ನಿನ್ನ ಸಹಿಷ್ಣುತೆಗೆ ಸಾಟಿಯುಂಟೆ ಎಲ್ಲೂ
ನನ್ನವ್ವ,
ಇಂದು ನಿನ್ನಿಂದ ಬಹುದೂರ ಹಾರಿರುವೆ
ಬರುವೆನೊಮ್ಮೆ ಬರಿದೆ ಮನದಿ, ನಿನ್ನೊಲವು ತುಂಬೆನ್ನ
ತನುಮನದಿ
ಜಗವನೆದುರಿಸಲು, ನೀ ತೋರಿದ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ
ಜಗಕೆ ಧಾರೆಯೆರೆಯಲು
ನಿನ್ನ ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲೇ ನಾ ನಡೆಯಲು..

P.S : This one s for you mom, miss you so very much

Happy Mothers Day!!

- Sh

Sunday, 27 February 2011

A journey on train!

Travelling is always fun and exciting. When I say I love travelling, it doesnot necessarily mean that I like to travel to different places, visit exotic locations, meet differently indifferent people. Its just the moments when I am on moving, I relish each and every minute, enjoy the little differences in the same routine, going on in the train and outside it. The silhouettes across the window sill, daily chores of the countryside, the faraway houses and farms and the sea and the people, always make me wonder, the world is such a beautiful place to live. Although I would be on the train/bus, my mind would go dancing around, with the heart singing aloud with the mesmerizing beauty. Its not perfect, but yet its so normal, so alike back home. Everything makes me feel that I belong here, this is my home at the moment, I am not an alien anymore.

I usually spend around 14 hours every weekend in my beloved train. I eat, drink, sleep, read, write, do everything while I am on the train. Even this post is written while I am onboard. This is a little tribute to the lovely train which takes me to the place I love and brings me back home safe and soon. 

Here it comes, with the whistling sound,
My little train,  comes jolting around
With only 3 coaches, painted red, white and blue,
Running miles ahead, leaving behind misty hue.

Green grass and tall trees, moving quite fast,
Cutting castles in ruins and the shadows they cast
Stream running  close with water so pure
Is that a fish in there? I am not so sure

Kids always kids, making a mess!
Noise they make, Is that any less?
Man in the corner, looks so serene
With crosswords and puzzles, training his brain.

Child next to me with voice very sweet,
Each and every word, he would repeat;
Girl over there, in her novel she's engrossed
In the dreams of the pages, I think she's lost

Rain drops like dew, making weird shapes
Clouds all grey, with fog over the capes
Can't predict the weather, with rain pitter-patter
Its too cold, please close the shutter.

Next moment sun's glaring at you
Oh! have to wait, we are in a queue.
Crossings, I know would cause much delay,
But please go on time atleast today.

Just like a blink, time flies away
The end indeed, is not far away
Travelling always is a blitheful bliss
Fun and all fun when nothing's amiss.

My stop has arrived, the place I dwell
With a heart so heavy I bid farewell
I can't stay forever, you ought to know
You'd always have a place in my heart, I need not show.

-Sh.

( The poem is about mainly south west trains, but the photo is my favourite yet a bit stupid, grand central trains)

Saturday, 15 January 2011

Glimpses and Glances..

I Love  my Nokia E71.. Mainly for the reason that I can preserve most of the memories in the form of photos, no hassles of carrying a camera all the time. Besides, it has loads of features including free internet whenever, wherever ( only if I have signal!). Only downside is 3G - horrible network. Nevertheless, network in Hartlepool is better. I would have signal in most of the places.

I was just going through the photos I had captured in my cell, thought I would upload some on my blog as well. Majority relates to the weather in England. Lets start with flowers, they are always splendid..

ನನ್ನ ಪುಟ್ಟ ದೇವರ ಮನೆ.. flowers from my garden..

Rose plant in the garden on a warm sunny morning..

ಕೆಂಪು ಗುಲಾಬಿ.. ಅಲ್ಲಲ್ಲ, ತಿಳಿಗೆಂಪು ಬಣ್ಣದ್ದು..

A white rose as seen through the window..

I really donno the name of this flower..

This is definitely not from my garden, I don't have Tulips :(


Looks like a wild flower or may be inflorescence. I have left my Botany in 12 th class, I guess..

Same flower as above, it was same colour as well. But I don't know why there is difference..

ಪುಟಾಣಿ ಹೂವು..

Actually I was searching for any dew drop. Can you guys see any?

Ah! One of my favorites.. ಜೇಡರ ಬಲೆಗೆ ಇಬ್ಬನಿ ಹನಿಗಳ ಅಲಂಕಾರ..
 
With the beginning of winter...

Flora started to shed their clothes.. Sorry! Leaves.. I meant..

Pavement covered with fallen leaves..ಕಾಲ್ಗಳಅಡಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಉದುರಿದ ಎಲೆಗಳ ಹಾಸಿಗೆ..

Last of the leaves bidding farewell, can't wait to meet the mother earth

ಕಾರ್ಮೋಡ ಮಳೆಯಾಗಿ ಸುರಿದಾಗ ಕಣ್ಣ ಹನಿಗೆ ಮುಕ್ತಿ..


Plain trees, lost all their leaves..

Beginning to snow.. My first footsteps on snow:)

ಕೃಷ್ಣ ಜನ್ಮಾಷ್ಟಮಿಯೇ? ಯಾರದಿ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಗುರುತುಗಳು?

Tits and bits of snow..

Hospice.. next to my accommodation..

A closer look..

My Hospital..

Through the window in the hospital..

ಕಣ್ಣು ಹರಿಯುವವರೆಗೂ ಹಿಮವೇ..

ಇವು ನನ್ನ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಗುರುತುಗಳು.





Some of the miscellaneous ones...
"ಎಷ್ಟು ಸಾರಿ ಹೇಳೋದು? ರಸ್ತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಒಬ್ಬಳೇ ಹೋಗಬೇಡ ಅಂತ.. ಅತ್ತಿತ್ತ ಯಾವ್ದಾದ್ರೂ ಕಾರ್ ಬರ್ತಿದ್ಯಾ ಅಂತ ಕೂಡ ನೋಡಲ್ಲ.."

 "ನಿನಗ್ ಎಷ್ಟು ಸಾರ್ತಿ ಹೇಳಿದ್ರು ಅಷ್ಟೇ.. ನನ್ನ ಮಾತ್ ಎಲ್ಕೆಳ್ತೀಯ? ಏನಾದ್ರೂ ಮಾಡ್ಕೋ.. ನಾನ್ ಹೊರಟೆ.."

Lush green landscape with North sea on the other side.. This is from a moving train..

Harry Potter mania..


Nothing like drinking a hot costa coffee on a chilly evening..

Myself obsessed with the shoes..

Forgot to upload it before.. Heavily snowing at night captured through my window..



Courtesy: My Nokia E 71.

-Sh.

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Dusk and the dawn!!

Another year... With the end of 2010 and the advent of 2011, our voyage continues into the depths of our lives, with ups and downs, not to mention though. New year is meant to bring joy and happiness, wipe the sorrows, forget the past misfortunes, anticipate the best to strike upon, ain't it? I have a weird feeling that the beginning of the year has not been fair to me, or has it been? I have been on call since 31 st night, 4 days for now. Night on calls are the times which could pose new challenges, present more problems ( most like jigsaw puzzles, trying to make sense out of it:( ).

Often in the wards, I hear the conversation. 
"Don't get startled, my hands might be freezing, love".
"No worries, flower. Doctors have cold hands and warm hearts".
Are we really warmhearted? May be. We might not have given a thought.

I seldom connect emotionally with my patients nowadays ( sometimes could make things worse). Not long back, when I was a medical student, I used to feel all the patient like my near and dear ones. Glad to see smile on their faces when they get discharged, well & fit. Glad to have chosen a profession where I could, in my own way, help people reduce atleast a wee bit of their pain and sufferings, bring some peace. But, sometimes, when things are not in order, it feels really miserable. I recall, memories still fresh & raw, when I had cried the whole day for a 6 month old baby (whom i liked the most) who died. If I, who had seen him for a couple of weeks, would feel that way, I could hardly imagine how his mother would have felt. How I wish I could do something. But, everything is not in our hands, are they? When the nice, little lady down the ward, not managing to take even a lungful of air, asks me, "Will I be ok, love?" I try hard to resist tears rolling down my cheeks. It is such a difficult task to intelligently phrase the answer, neither giving false hopes, nor stealing away the little flicker of hope she would have.

These four days have been really awful, I have seen death more close enough than ever before, seen best of my patients in the last moments of their lives, patients being normal all the time and suddenly deteriorated and died before my eyes. These four days have made me soft at heart and stronger in mind, thought me perseverance. Life is more complicated than we expect it to be and short as well. And it is important to make the most of it. There is a nice saying.

"Life is the lust of a lamp for the light that is dark till the dawn of the day when we die" - A C Swineburne.

We often don't realise what we are blessed with, yearn for what is not ours. Eventhough we all know, at the bottom of our hearts that giving is better than taking, we don't act frequently upon. 


ಗೋಪಾಲಕೃಷ್ಣ ಅಡಿಗರ ಕವಿತೆ ನೆನಪಾಗುತ್ತೆ,
 

"ಸಪ್ತಸಾಗರದಾಚೆಯೆಲ್ಲೋ ಸುಪ್ತಸಾಗರ ಕಾದಿದೆ,
ಮೊಳೆಯದರೆಗಳ ಮೂಕಮರ್ಮರ ಇಂದು ಇಲ್ಲಿಗೂ ಹಾಯಿತೇ?
ವಿವಶವಾಯಿತು ಪ್ರಾಣ, ಹಾ! ಪರವಶವು ನಿನ್ನಿ ಚೇತನ,
ಇರುವುದೆಲ್ಲವ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಇರದುದರೆಡೆಗೆ ತುಡಿವುದೆ ಜೀವನ.."



Atleast this year, let us make a resolution to help someone, light smile on a face, bring peace in their chaotic life, brighten a life, give a hope to live. That is what matters in the end.

"Wish  happy and a prosperous new year to one and all"


"ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷದ ಹೊಸ್ತಿಲಲ್ಲಿ, ಹೊಸ ಕನಸುಗಳ ಜೋಕಾಲಿ,
ಹಳೆ ಬೇರುಗಳ ಬಲದಲಿ, ಹೊಸ ಚಿಗುರು ಚಿಗುರಲಿ,
ನವ ವಸಂತದ ಆಗಮನಕೆ ಮರಿಕೋಗಿಲೆಗಳ ಚಿಲಿಪಿಲಿ,
ಕಹಿ ನೆನಪುಗಳು ಕರಗಲಿ, ಹೊಸ ಹುರುಪು ಹೊಮ್ಮಲಿ,
ಹಸಿರು ತೋರಣ ಬಾಗಿಲಲಿ ತೂಗಲಿ, ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೂ ಸಂತಸದ ಅಲೆಗಳು ತೇಲಲಿ,
ಹೊಸ ವರುಷವು, ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗೂ ಹರುಷವ ತರಲಿ."

"ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷದ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು"


-Sh.

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Mmmm..... Yummy!!

"How can I put on weight?"
"Try French fries, has loads of calories and fats as well."
Two years ago, one of my friend had adviced me this but, I never tried. Now, looking back I wonder if this is really true. I have my own doubts about this. Seriously! I have been having french fries almost every alternate day since 2-3 months and since 1 month almost each and every day. Its surprising to say I haven't crossed even a pound more than my standard 45( you got it wrong, I m not that slim alright.. Its Kg and not pounds!).

Is there something wrong with the fries which I eat or is it just my genetic component that doesn't allow me to put on weight? I can't fathom though. Whatever it is I don't really bother about anything cuz I just can't stop having them. Hot crispy french fries with tomato ketchup, mmm.. so yummy. Luscious taste, savoring the last bit of them at Mc Donalds, so delightful (getting a bit addicted to Burger king, Mc Donald's and Croft restaurant). I find happiness in such small moments. Forgetting what you are atleast for a while  when you are relishing something that you like, just amazing. My mouth's watering, I wanna have some now.. I have frozen ones in my freezer, can make them in minutes.. So, see you later...

-Sh

P.S: French fries are not good for health, I know.. will try to cut down.

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Cut it out!!

Day by day, stress is building up! New job, new place, new faces( hardest part of all is to remember all my patients faces, cuz they look alike)new expectations, new competitions, after a break of almost 7 months. Though, I had to clear my exams and wait for registration and the job, I can frankly say it was more than a short break. Relaxed a bit more, I guess. Completing a part of my exams during my internship didn't add any big advantage than a shorter break. People usually take more than a year when they transit from India to UK as doctors. In that way I was quite lucky. My stay in UK for 7 months didn't fill me in with confidence which the job as such has done.

Initial periods, I sailed through smoothly as not much was expected from me. Its time I regain my form and get accustomed at the earliest. Meanwhile, the problem with me is technology. I think I am insidiously getting addicted to techie. I have account in around 15 websites, doesn't mean I visit all regularly, doesn't mean all are not needed. About half of them are absolutely necessary, rest half, nevertheless needed, must be used in discretion. This is where I am crossing the line. There are these social network sites and the blogs, which I log into almost daily. I know, its just a sheer waste of time, but I was bit more addicted during the break and its taking its toll now. That was the reason I said I won't take the brand new laptop which kiran had presented me with, cuz its hard to take eyes off the laptop. Eventually I had to(too good an offer to resist).

Started, just to know what others are upto when I flew far away from them, now its gone upto viewing the (stupid) videos, scrolling the photos of others, commenting and chasing the statuses and updates, with no end, nothing much constructive. With working for 5 days continuously, scattered on calls and 16 hrs of weekend travels, life s getting busier and busier. There are new targets set, new things to learn, new system to adjust, new goals to acheive. I am really short of time. I have made resolution that I won't be logging onto these sites, checking on friends/others updates. Exceptions being occasionally like once a month or so. The others are living their life and me my own. It is this which matters at the end. So 'no' to frequent visit to social network sites and blogs. I ll just check them once a while. And now, I ll be signing off the blog...
-Sh.

Monday, 22 November 2010

A letter from knowingly unknown

I am heading back, reluctantly (for a short while though). I feel an eerie strangeness about all this. So near yet so far. Just a week or two back I was with you in our small nest, living our life together. But, now I am miles away alone and succumb to the weather I always dreaded (Don’t worry; I have all the precautions taken).


I fully am aware of the day when we had to make another tough decision in our life. Like it or not, ought to make it. You always stood beside my decision, supported me going out of your way. I can never forget that. But, now I reckon is it worth all the sacrifices, all the stresses that we had to go through and still are going through? I don’t think I know the answer yet. Life is taking us in its own course, we have to prioritize our needs and put an end to this before its too late (hope we do).

I wonder how fast the time slips by. Three years… Three long years have passed in such a short while, like a blink. The same three years back, when I met a complete stranger little did I know that I would be blessed with so much love and happiness. How could I? The warmth of your heart, the dearth of your presence lingers around me like in absolution. I am nostalgic about the precious moments we shared, the days we laughed together, days we wept together, little fights we fought, small differences we had, dreams we dreamt together, fantasies we lived together. They are just not memories to remember or to forget, I feel they are intricately embedded in our day to day life.

But, life isn’t so easy. Most of us learn it the hard way. Another day, I am not with you when I am supposed to be. Today is just not another day; it’s the reflection of 365 days of the past year. Although I am not with you in person, I always will be with you mentally, emotionally and psychologically (medicine effect) in the joys and sorrows, with the dawn and dusk, with every twist and turn, life takes us through (for all that I know journey is not smooth enough), until death do us apart.

Sometimes I feel scared to dream big, what if it shatters into pieces in front of my own eyes? Do I have the strength to withstand it? Nevertheless I don’t stop dreaming, do I? We often see couples madly in love before marriage, wanting to do anything and everything for their love and loved ones. What happens to their pledges once they get married? Glad we are not one among them. The main focus of issue is that they take their loved ones for granted after marriage. A relationship rests on the pillars of love, care, trust and respect- mutually given and taken. It’s the intimacy, the little things which brings contentment that matters. It’s the small curve on the face of wife when she sees her husband after an arduous day’s end, the bliss and the glint of appreciation in the eyes of hubby for even a small thing that his wife has put the efforts to do. Everyone knows that whatever it takes, life goes on with or without love, and often they don’t realize is love that makes life beautiful.

Before long, I just want to say the words which I don’t say often than I ought to. And you know those words. I am grateful to god for bestowing me with you. May be there are days when I have hurt you, I didn’t mean to, I will try not to. I know you wouldn’t have these in your mind, but it’s on my part to apologize for all that. I am really sorry for everything. I will try to be better than what I am and what you expect me to be.

Yours always,
Chinnu.
 
P.S: A bit censored though.

Saturday, 2 October 2010

Under the sky and above it...


"Roll on, ye stars! exult in youthful prime,
Mark with bright curves the printless steps of time...
Flowers of the sky! ye too to age must yield,
Frail as your silken sisters of the field."
-- Erasmus Darwin (grandfather of the naturalist Charles Darwin)

Last week, I had gone to London with Kiran. He had some exams held in imperial college London in South Kensington. As we had a couple of hours before boarding the train, we thought to have a look around if anythings nearby. Hence, we got into the Science museum which is almost next to the South Kensington tube station exit. Entry is free, only one need to pay for IMAX 3D cinema(can have 2 for 1 offer if travelling to London by train)

Science museum is one of the very exciting places to visit, especially if interested in science. It has fabulous collections of renowned inventions and discoveries. The galleries are very impressive. As we didn’t have much time we just booked the IMAX – HUBBLE 3D.
Amazing, Hubble 3D film was really spectacular. Initially the 3D was quite irksome with flashy pictures so close to the eyes. But once the exact show started, I really started enjoying it. Starting from launching of the Hubble space telescope in 1990 to the servicing missions to the stupendous photos which were taken by the Hubble, its role in expanding the knowledge about the universe, all of it was splendid.

The film mainly concentrated on the servicing mission probably the one in 2008, don’t remember exactly. But it was definitely after the Columbia Disater in 2003 where our Indian born American girl, Kalpana Chawla succumbed in the mission. Narrated by Leonardo de caprio, if not wrong. The anticipation and apprehension of the crew members whilst last minute preparation for flying, the actual take off of the space shuttle, routine inside the shuttle, the big day to meet Hubble, repairing the parts of Hubble, problems and solutions, ultimately the success of the mission in 3D was marvellous. Later there was an introduction sort of the thing into the universe. Starting from our earth, the sun and its planets, , the nearest star, Sirius Major, the Orion and its stars and nebula, origin of new stars and budding solar systems in the nebulae, our milky way, Andromeda, millions of galaxies, and the likes, it takes you through a rollercoaster ride.

Memories came flooding in, good old memories. I wonder how I started liking Astronomy. Was it while I use to sing Twinkle twinkle little star when I was very young, or when I used to spend the nights staring at the millions of stars in the clear sky, or was it when astronomy became part of my studies in high school? Somehow I have always liked astronomy and astrophysics, the latter the less (physics is not my cup of tea though).

Whenever I think of sky and stars, the only person who comes to my mind is Simhadri sir, the person I adore the most. He has a very significant part in improving my knowledge and enhancing my interest in the same. To your surprise, I don’t know what he used to work as. He was husband of Ushadevi miss, who used to teach science in my high school. He used to come to school sometimes to see his wife or pick her up. We, students, used to pester him to take class for us (Hard time getting the classes, which were supposed to take place, cancelled). But he was always ready to teach us what he knows, great inspirer as well. He thought us about the planets, the stars, how to look for them in the sky, when to look, how to recognize. I learnt to identify the Orion constellation with its stars (Regel, Betelguese,etc), Sirius Major and Minor, Ursa Major constellation, the planets like Venus and Mars. They are all my friends now and I do talk to them (Nope, I haven’t lost my mind or have I?). I have great pleasure in showing them to others.

My school also has some role to play. They have taken me to Nehru Planetorium about 4-5 times, to Sir M Vishveshwaraiah museum a couple of times, both in Bangalore( doesn’t mean that I remember much). They had organised sky viewing in school with the help of Nehru planetarium staff. They had mounted a telescope in the terrace of school and we had looked through it the planets like venus, mars, Jupiter with 4 galilean satellites and Saturn, nice experience.

But all the interest started fading when I finished my schooling, as the sources of input were blocked. Though, I read from Britannica encyclopaedias in library during 1st PU, dropped everything when I started 2 PU, succumbing to tight schedule of classes, tuitions and studies. Still wonder why I didn’t take up a career in Astro.. 

Ok guys, Coming back to reality, IMAX was the only thing we could see in detail. The time passed by and we had to leave the science museum. It takes at least a day to completely explore the museum. Anyways I am planning to go back again when possible.


 - S
"For a breeze of morning moves,
         And the planet of love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
         On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
         To faint in his light, and to die."
-- Tennyson, "Maud"

P S: Thanks to google for the quotes.

Friday, 1 October 2010

ವಾಸ್ತವ


ಬದಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾಲು ಮರಗಳ ನೆರಳು
ನಡುವೆ ಕಾಲುಹಾದಿ, ನೆತ್ತಿಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಮೋಡಗಳ ಇಣುಕಾಟ,
ಮರದ ರೆಂಬೆಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ಜೂಟಾಟ;
ಮಳೆ ಬರುವ ಮುನ್ನ ಮನೆ ಸೇರುವ ತವಕ, ಆಕೆಗೆ
ವರುಣದೇವನ ಮನದಿಚ್ಚೆ ಆಕೆಗೆ ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲ
ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದಲೋ ಬಂದ ಸಿಡಿಲ ಕಂಪನ,
ಹಿಂದೆಯೇ ಕೋಲ್ಮಿಂಚ ಬಾಣ, ಚಿಟಪಟ ಸದ್ದು,
ತುಂತುರು ಹನಿಗಳು ಆಕಾಶದಿಂದುದುರಿ
ಇಳೆಯ ಬೆರೆಯುತಿದೆ, ಬೆಚ್ಚನೆಯ ಟಾರ್ ರಸ್ತೆಯ ತಣ್ಣಗಾಗಿಸುತಿದೆ
ಮುತ್ತಿನ ಮಣಿಯಂತೆ ಮಿನುಗುತಿಹ ಮಳೆಹನಿಯ ನೋಡುತ್ತ
ಒಂದರೆಕ್ಷಣ ನಿಬ್ಬೆರಗಾಗಿ ನಿಂತಿಹಳು
ಆಕೆಯ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಲಿ ಹೇಳಲಾಗದ ಆನಂದ
ಮುಂಗಾರು ಮಳೆಯ ಆಕರ್ಷಣೆಯೇ? ಮತ್ತೆ,
ದೂರದೂರಿನ ಇನಿಯನ ಸವಿನೆನಪೇ?
ತಿಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ ಆಕೆಗೆ, ಆದರೂ ಮನದೊಳಗೊಂದು ಉಲ್ಲಾಸ
ಮಳೆಯ ನಿಶೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ತೊಯ್ದ ಅರಿವೆಯ ಅರಿವಿಲ್ಲ
ಮನಸು ಹೊಂಗನಸ ನೇಯುತಿದೆ, ಭಾವನೆಗಳ ನೂಲಿನಿಂದ
ಈ ಕ್ಷಣ ಕೊನೆಯಾಗದಿರಲೆಂದು ಹಾರೈಸುತಿದೆ ಜೀವ ಒಲವಿನಿಂದ
ಆಗಲೇ ಮೊಳಗಿತ್ತು ಗುಡುಗು ಸಿಡಿಲಿನ ಆರ್ಭಟ,
ಆಕೆಗೆ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವದ ಅರಿವು ಮೂಡಿಸುತ್ತ;
ಕಲ್ಪನೆಯು ಬರಿಯ ಭ್ರಮೆಯಾಗಿತ್ತು,
ಕನಸು ನನಸಾಗದೇ ಕೊನೆಯಾಗುತ್ತ...
-ಶ್

Monday, 20 September 2010

ನೆನಪು

ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪೇ ಹಾಗೆ,
ಮುಂಜಾನೆಯ ಮಂಜಿನ ಮುಸುಕಿನ ಹಾಗೆ,
ಇರುಳಲಿ ಕಾಡುವ ಕನಸಿನ ಹಾಗೆ,
ಚಿಗುರೆಲೆಯ ಅಪ್ಪಿದ ಇಬ್ಬನಿಯ ಹಾಗೆ,
ಮೊದಲ ಮಳೆಯು ಇಳೆಯ ಚುಂಬಿಸಿದ ಹಾಗೆ;
ಆ ಸವಿಚುಂಬನಕಾಗಿ  ಹಾತೊರೆವ ನವಿಲಂತೆ ನಾನು
ನೀ ಬರುವ ಹಾದಿಯ ಕಾದಿರುವೆ, ಗರಿಬಿಚ್ಚಿ
ತಂಗಾಳಿಯ ಅಲೆದಾಟಕೆ ಮುಂಗುರುಳು ನಲಿದಾಡುವಾಗ,
ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಮರೆತ ಪಲ್ಲವಿಯ ಗುನುಗುನಿಸುವಾಗ,
ಸ್ಮೃತಿಪಟಲದೊಳಡಗಿದ ಭಾವಗಳ ಹೆಕ್ಕಿ ತರುವಾಗ,
ನಿನ್ನ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವದ, ನಿನ್ನ ಸಾಮೀಪ್ಯದ, ಆ ನಿನ್ನ ಸಾನಿಧ್ಯದ ನೆನಪು.
ಚುಮುಚುಮು ಚಳಿಯಲಿ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗಿನ ಅನುಭವ
ತಪಸ್ವಿನಿಯ ತಪೋಗಾಥೆಯಂಥ ಅನುಭಾವ:
ಬಾಗಿಲೊಳು ನಳನಳಿಸಿಹ  ಹಸಿರು ತೋರಣ
ಕೂಗಿ ಕರೆದಿದೆ ನಿನ್ನ, ಬರುವೆ ಎಂದೋ ನೀನು?
ನನ್ನ ಮನವ ತುಂಬಲು, ನನ್ನೆದೆಯ ಮನೆಯ ತುಂಬಲು
ಕಾಯುತಿದೆ ಜೀವ, ಆಸೆಯೆಂಬ ಹೊರೆಯ ಹೊತ್ತು
ಕಾಡಬೇಡ ಇನ್ನು, ಒಮ್ಮೆ ಬಂದು ಬಿಡು
ಕನಸಿನಲ್ಲಾದರೂ  ಬಂದು ನನ್ನ ಜೊತೆಗೂಡು...