In Memorium: Decoding the distant, deep dilemmas

Moments with you, my muse,
were mementos to marvel, mesmerized.
Your murmurs magically mimicked
the mimes and melodies of Margazhi.

A pale parody of Paradise, or a paradox?
It’s all a part and parcel
of plans of someone powerful and potent.
Primed with purpose, a panacea

Revel, reverberate and resonate, did you
Ringing in riveting ripostes
on a rebellious rampage. No respite for me
have to rein in and redeem, with reverence.

Sans you, even a sumptuous spread
shows similarities to a salt less snack
like the silence of strings or satire that's not sharp
Stings me sore, shoving me to abyss
Soaking in it all, seems so surreal
Surely salvages something; satisfaction and solidarity.

ಮತ್ತೆ ಆನುಪಲ್ಲವಿ

ಝೇಂಕಾರದ ನಿನಾದ​

ಪಿಸುಗುಡುವ​ ಮೌನದೊಳು
ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಗ್ರೀಷ್ಮಗಳ​
ನೆನಪುಗಳ​ ಒಡನಾಟ

ಸಂತಸದ​ ಸಲ್ಲಾಪ​
ಪ್ರತಿನಿತ್ಯ​ ಪರದಾಟ​
ರಸಭರಿತ​ ರಿಂಗಣದ​
ಅನವರತ​ ಅನ್ವೇಷಣೆ

ಸಮ್ಮತಿಯ​ ಸಾನ್ನಿಧ್ಯ​
ಪರಿಮಳವ​ ಪಸರಿಸುತ
ಧಮನಿಯೊಳು ಧಾವಂತದಿ
ಬೀಳ್ಕೊಡುಗೆ ಬಯಸುತಿದೆ

ರಂಗೇರಿದ ರಂಪಾಟಗಳು
ಸವಿಮಾತಿನ​ ಸೆಣಸಾಟಗಳು
ಕಣ್ಸನ್ನೆಯ ಕಂಪನಗಳು
ಚಿರನೂತನ​ ಚೇತನಗಳು

ಗೆಳೆತನದ ಓಲೆ

ಸ್ನೇಹ ಜ್ಯೊತಿಯ​ ಬೆಳಗಿಸಿದ​ ದೀಪ್ತಿ
ತರುವೆ ನೀನು ಎಲ್ಲೆಡೆ ಸಂತೃಪ್ತಿ
ಪಸರಿಸಲಲ್ಲಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಕೀರ್ತಿ
ಸತಾಯಿಸುವೆ, ಕ್ಷಮಿಸಿಬಿಡು ಗೆಳತಿ

ಬೆಳಗುತಿರಲು ನೀ ಹಣತೆ
ಮೆಚ್ಚಿದೆ ನಿನ್ನೀ ಘನತೆ
ಅಚ್ಚರಿ ಎನಿಸುವ​ ಕ್ಷಮತೆ
ಸುನಯನೆ ಚಾರುಸುಶೊಭಿತೆ
ಎಲ್ಲರಿಂದಲೂ ಪ್ರಶಂಸಿತೆ
ನಗುತಿರು ಎಂದೆಂದಿಗೂ ಸುಸ್ಮಿತೆ

ಇಗೊ ಓದು ನಿನ್ನಯ​ ಕಿರು ಅವಲೊಕನ​:
ಜ್ಞಾನ​-ಸೌಂದರ್ಯಗಳ​ ಸಮ್ಮಿಲನ​
ಸಕಲಪ್ರತಿಭೆಗಳ​ ಅನಾವರಣ​
ನೊಂದ ಮನಸುಗಳಿಗೆ ಆಶಾಕಿರಣ​

ಯಾರೀ ಬಾಲೆ? ಅಸಾಮಾನ್ಯ
ಇವಳ​ ನಡತೆ ಸದಾ ಆರಾಧ್ಯ​
ಎಂಥಾ ಸೊಬಗು ಎಂಥಾ ಲಾಲಿತ್ಯ​
ಎಲ್ಲವ​ ತಲೆದೂಗಿಸುವ​ ಪಾಂಡಿತ್ಯ​
ಈಕೆಯ ಒಡನಾಟ​ ಅತ್ಯಮೂಲ್ಯ​

ಇವಳ ಬಲ್ಲೆನೆಂಬುದೇ ಸೌಭಾಗ್ಯ

Musings, out of context - II

Well, you've heard of Throwback Thursdays, now I present:

Thursday Tantrums

Thunderstorms within, raring to go

All that beckons is the peace it brings

Solitude alas, knows no friend or foe

Just like a summer bird, bereft of wings

Self made fires, that one does kindle

Laws of the land, to them, I concede

Everything, a weapon, thread or spindle

Mere hope, I have, for the tides to recede

Faults are mine, I say with audacity

Unforgiving spirit, knows no bounds

Always oozing along, fullest to capacity

By itself, it crushes all those hounds

Musings, out of context- I

Out of an ardent desire to break the shell of stagnancy and will to end the procrastination, I present before you, with a promise to blog regularly, "Musings, out of context" - an intricate wordplay of seemingly random things strung together with an abstract remote knot.

श्रवणम् [Listening]

It pays to listen, to every single syllable being uttered.

It pays to listen to the nonchalant wails of a baby whose favorite toy has been snatched away.

It pays not to shy away, out of disgust, when the words are such, that are at best left unspoken.

It pays to listen to the beat of a flash mob, in spite of the grandeur of a symphony.

It pays to listen to stillness following an embarrassment, similar, if not better than sepulchral silence.

It pays to listen to the sound of a dew drops, amidst the overpowering chaos of a thunderbolt.

It pays to listen to the faintest of memories, of a tune half forgotten.

It pays to listen to the bizarre rhythms of life, ignoring the cacophony within.

It pays to listen to an endearing voice, a reminiscent cushion for all the roughness around.

To sum it up, it pays to embrace the obscurity of thought concealed by a whisper.

It is thus imperative to lend our ears "to listen" rather than "to hear", for, it propagates a school of thought that imbibes continuous learning, acceptance and channeling of - what could be otherwise divergent - ideas, ushering in an inclusive environment of macroscopic perspective. This, ultimately is the need of the hour in an increasingly heterogeneous society, which strives to harness its potential to the fullest. A verse from the Rig Veda embodies the spirit: "आ नो भद्रा: क्रतवो यन्तु विश्वतः", meaning "Let noble thoughts come to me from all directions"

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Rains, companions of solitude

Hues, vibrant - a sight to behold

Myriad scents, nasal ecstasies

Micro medleys of lullabies

All the joys, in multitude



Out there to conquer

Scaling frontiers unmarked

Waiting to break in

given a miniscule crevice

Beckons a world, no, an oyster



In thoughts aplenty, immersed

washing away the sins

In turn, purging - within and beyond

Let them wreak havoc

Knowing, they won't be cursed



Ironic, when all the splendour

Gets masked by a veil

Of collecting what's left

of unhealed wounds

sapping any trace of wonder



It's indeed numb and naive

Pulverizing every revolt

Rising above the din

A lingering sense prevails

Of treason and make-believe



This hooplah can never cease

A nonsensical anthology

a melange of antitheses

I call it. What's to be done?

To revere, or to appease?

ಹಗಲುಗನಸು ( A daydream)

This effort is a small tribute to one of my favourite art forms - Poetry

ನನ್ನ ಹೊಂಗನಸಿಗೆ ನೀನೇ ಮುಖಪುಟ
ಅದರೊಳಗೆ ಇಂಗಿತ ಸಾವಿರಾರು ಸಂಪುಟ

ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲು ಕಂಡಿಹುದು ನಿನ್ನ ಛಾಯೆಯ ಆರ್ಭಟ
ನನ್ನನ್ನು ನಾನು ಕ್ಷಮಿಸಲಾರೆ ಕಾರಣವೀಚಟ

ಸಾಕು ಸಾಕು ನಿನ್ನ ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಚೆಲ್ಲಾಟ
ಆಗುತಿಹುದು ನನ್ನ ಮನಸಿನೊಳು ಪರದಾಟ

ಯಾರೂ ತಾರದ, ಏನೂ ಹೇಳದ ಇದೆಂಥಾ ಪ್ರಮೇಯ !
ಒಮ್ಮೊಮ್ಮೆ ಯೋಚಿಸುವೆ ಹೀಗೇಕೆ ನನ್ನೀಸಮಯ ?

ಎಂದಾದರೂ ನನಸಾಗುವುದೋ ಅರಿಯೆ ಕನಸಿನ ಪಯಣ
ಮಾಡುವುದೋ ಸೂತ್ರವಿಲ್ಲದ ಪಟದಂತೆ ಅಲ್ಲಲ್ಲಿ ಇಲ್ಲಿಲ್ಲಿ ಚಾರಣ

ಒಂದು, ಮತ್ತೊಂದು, ಮಗದೊಂದು - ಮಾತಿಗೆ ಏನೆಲ್ಲಾ ಪೀಠಿಕೆ
ಇವುಗಳಿಗೆ ನಾನಾ ಬಲ್ಲೆ ಒಂದು ಸೂಕ್ತ ಸುಂದರ ಶೀರ್ಷಿಕೆ ?

-ಶರತ್ ಮಂಜುನಾಥ್ ಅಯ್ಯರ್