Mondays' Mirage - 5

Climbing A Ladder to the Heaven

A ladder to the Heaven,
Was a precarious circus.
A weak lymp climbs up so easy
While a healthy bump makes it lossy!
It was a rust metal, with sloppy steps;
Order there was none, and the slant, eerie!

A ladder to the Heaven,
Was indeed a pleasurable ride;
Who makes it full, takes a pride.
Climb,
Was difficult, but not estranged!

A ladder to the Heaven,
Calls him me and Thou, Alike;
Make no mistake, treatment belike.

A ladder to the Heaven, with its steps
Some slippery, some firm;
Some round, some not bound!

Those steps, step on me whilst-
I plunge half the transit, pruned!
- Srik

Have a step-up week, friend!


@in pic: Me 7 years ago at Talakaveri

Hundred

When on Ninety-nine, one doesn’t feel all that good. I know, and have that experience. For that 'One' run makes all that difference. Hundred is a relief, and a great feeling.

Frustrating Ninety-nine usually fools people off. Some batsmen get out meekly at this score. Some old people die at Ninety-nine.

For people who cross 100, they care little for further things, either hit or get hurt. The world starts from one for them, then.

And from today, I will be in that league too. I will start afresh, with a feeling of getting past a milestone, with loads of experience and good amount of learning.

Nope...I'm not turning 100 yet, but the backbencher's page is getting to be 100 posts older now...

Well.. I complete a HUNDRED with a beautiful poem written by my friend. A poem that speaks out my heart felt feeling, that is straight from heart for that special person..for that special ingenuity!!

This poem was published in a Hindi magazine some time ago. I am glad that this is making its presence on backbencher's page also!

Rakesh... Thanks buddy!
- Srik.

" मै क्यो लिखू ? "

क्या __
जरूरी है, लिखना तुम्है समझाने को
इतने नादान भी नही तुम कि
बुझ ना सको मेरे पैमाने को ।

क्या __
माँ ममत्व लिखकर दर्शाती है,
नही _ वो तो कलापों से ममत्व झलकाती है ।

क्या __
भंवरा लिखता है अपने अफसाने को,
नही _ वो तो केवल गुनगुनाता है प्रॆम दर्शाने को।

क्या __
पतंगा लिखता है अपना प्रॆम किसी परवाने को,
नही _ वो तो सहर्ष जल जाता है अपना प्रॆम दर्शाने को।

तो मै क्यो
लिखूँ तुम्हें बतलाने को
तुम भी तो इतने नादान नही कि
बुझ ना सको मेरे पैमाने को ।

Where have you disappeared?

Where have you disappeared?
Into the jungles of loneliness?
Into the mangling crowd of the civilization,
Or into the drains of virtual ness,
Where have you disappeared?

I was waiting.
Waiting to feel the sooth,
Understand the reality,
Join the eternity..
Where have you disappeared?

There is hale all around.
There are violins singing for me,
Angels touching me, birds waving for me
wind carrying the aroma of Laurels;
With stars leading the way.
Where have you disappeared?

Dances of the Daffodils, screams of the ocean,
Slurry of the waterfall, valley of bliss,
Cheeky mountains, sunny privies
All asking me...
Where have you disappeared?

Chirps, children,
The new blossom,
The green hill,
Pond next to the temple,
Aroma from jasmine..
All are fading away
Where have you disappeared?

Come back, and come back soon.
Let there be joy in the mountains,
Let there be fun in the water,
Let there be ruth in the valley,
Let there be eternity in the
Fragrance of lilys.
Come back soon.

- Srik.


* Note : Expressing myself with a prose was not possible, my state of no admonishing wait...
I dont know what happened, but...let me not try explain it to you again. I fail miserably.. Read the poem and get it yourself.

Bellur, COMING SOON: THE ENGLISH TEACHER!!

Flowers

Colourful flowers organisedly arranged to make a dull day bright. I found it at my office reception area few days ago. Its pleasing to one's nerves to see flowers, all so colourful and bright.

The world’s like a flower
Either fallen or grown
The leaves cover secrets
And the pedals are shown
We're like a flower

The world's like a rose
Every rose has its thorns
If we make a mistake
The skin gets torn
We're like a flower

The world's like a daisy
Pretty and bright
We all have our colors
But in a way we're just right
We're like a flower

The world's like a flower
All the thorns will pass through
The world's like a flower
Just waiting to bloom

Free Faller

ಕನ್ನಡ ಡಿಂಡಿಮ

ಬಾರಿಸು ಕನ್ನಡ ಡಿಂಡಿಮವಾ
ಓ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕ ಹೃದಯ ಶಿವ

ಸತ್ತಾಂತಿಹರನ್ನು ಬಡಿದೆಚ್ಚರಿಸು
ಕಚ್ಚಾಡುವರನು ಕೊಡಿಸಿ ಒಲಿಸು
ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಯ ಕಿಚ್ಚಿಗೆ ಕಣ್ಣೀರ್ ಸುರಿಸು
ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಬಾಳುವ ತೆರದಲಿ ಹರಸು

ಕ್ಷಯಿಸೆ ಶಿವೇತರ ಕೃತಿ ಕೃತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಮೊಡಲಿ ಮಂಗಳ ಮತಿ ಮತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ಕವಿ ಋಷಿ ಸಂತರ ಆದರ್ಶದಲಿ
ಸರ್ವೋದಯವಾಗಲಿ ಸರ್ವರಲಿ

ಕುವೆಂಪು

ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ

ಜೋಗದ ಸಿರಿ ಬೆಳಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ತುಂಗೆಯಾ ತೇನೆ ಬಾಳುಕಿನಲ್ಲಿ
ಸಹ್ಯಾದ್ರಿಯ ಲೋಹದದಿರ
ಉತ್ತುಂಗಡ ನಿಲುಕಿನಲಿ
ನಿತ್ಯ ಹರಿದ್ವರ್ಣ ವನದ
ತೇಗ ಗಂಧ ತಾರುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ
ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ ತಾಯೇ ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ
ನಿನಗೆ ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ
ತಾಯೇ ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ

ಇತಿಹಾಸದ ಹಿಮದಲ್ಲಿನ ಸಿಂಹಾಸನ ಮಲೆಯಲಿ
ಗತ ಸಾಹಸ ಸಾರುತಿರುವ ಶಾಸನಗಳ ಸಾಲಿನಲಿ
ಓಲೆಗರಿಯ ಸಿರಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ದೇಗುಲಗಳ ಭಿತಿಯಲ್ಲಿ
ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ ತಾಯೇ ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ

ಹಲವೆನ್ನದ ಹಿರಿಮೆಯೇ ಕುಲವೆನ್ನದ ಗರಿಮೆಯೇ
ಸದ್ವಿಕಾಸಶೀಲ ನುಡಿಯ ಲೋಕವೃತ ಸೀಮೆಯೇ
ಈ ವಾತ್ಸರ ನಿರ್ಮಾತ್ಸರ ಮನದುದಾರ ಮಹಿಮೆಯೇ
ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ ತಾಯೇ ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ
ನಿನಗೆ ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ
ತಾಯೇ ನಿತ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ

K S ನಿಸಾರ್ ಅಹ್ಮದ್.

ಕನ್ನಡವೀೆ ಸತ್ಯ ಕನ್ನಡವೀೆ ನಿತ್ಯ.

ದೀಕ್ಷೆಯ ತೋಡು ಇಂದೀೆ
ಕಂಕಣ ಕಟ್ಟಿಂದೆೀ
ಕನ್ನಡ ನಾಡೊಂದೇ
ಎಂದೆಂದಿಗೂ ತಾನೊಂದೇ

ನೃಪತುಂಗ ನ ದೊರೆಮುಡಿ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ
ಪಂಪ ನ ಪದ ಧೂಳಿಯ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ
ಕೂಡಲ ಸಂಗಮ ನೆಡ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ
ಗದುಗಿನ ಕಲಿ ವೀರನೆ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ

ಇಡು ಕಾವೇರಿಯ ಮೇಲಾಣೆ
ಇಡು ಸಹ್ಯಾದ್ರಿಯ ಮೇಲಾಣೆ
ಇಡು ಚಾಮುಂದಿಯ ಮೇಲಾಣೆ
ಇಡು ಗೊಮ್ಮತ ಗುರು ದೆವ್ರಾಣೆ

ಕಾಣಲಿ ಕನ್ನಡ ವ್ಯೊಮಾಕ್ಷಿ
ನಿಲ್ಲಲಿ ರವಿಚಂದ್ರರ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ
ಎಳಲಿ ಕನ್ನಡ ಪಶು ಪಕ್ಷಿ
ಸರ್ವ ದೇವಗೂ ಅವ ಸಾಕ್ಷಿ

ದೀಕ್ಷೆಯ ತೋಡು ಇಂದೀೆ
ಕಂಕಣ ಕಟ್ಟಿಂದೆೀ
ಕನ್ನಡ ನಾಡೊಂದೇ
ಎಂದೆಂದಿಗೂ ತಾನೊಂದೇ

ಕುವೆಂಪು

Lead Kindly Light!!!

Lead, kindly Light
- John Newmann

Lead, kindly Light, amid th’encircling gloom, lead Thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home; lead Thou me on!
Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene; one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou shouldst lead me on;
I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead Thou me on!
I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!
So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on.
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till the night is gone,
And with the morn those angel faces smile, which I
Have loved long since, and lost awhile!
Meantime, along the narrow rugged path, Thyself hast trod,
Lead, Savior, lead me home in childlike faith, home to my God.
To rest forever after earthly strife
In the calm light of everlasting life.