inspiration

Make me attractive
Stone told sculptor
It is not in you
Said the sculptor and walked away

Paint on me said the canvas
You don't have the colours
Said the artist

Put us together
Said the words
I have no idea said the poet.

..........inspired
Do something to me
I asked?

You sculpted a life out of me.
A full iife.
.
Who are you?
What are you?

Does any one know?

kaveri

Kaveri or Cauvery,  

from Sahyadri to Bay of Bengal
Talakkaveri to Tanjavur.

Geat flow of eternal life
Ebbing through mountains,
making veins on the rocks,. roaring,
drifting,meandering,on the sandy plains
giggling,Laugh loudly at falls

for millions of years before we arrived.

She learned to speak

Kannada upto Biligondlu

And Tamil after that.
Fondly nurturing these languages
for centuries.

Her children have learned of 
Kannada thirst or Tamil thirst
and ask her to carry more of hatred?
upward and downward.

speaking of funny words of TMCFT,
carrying image of violence
from Hills to sea

and in riverse too.
Occassionally though.

She wonders are they her children or
of land's languages?

Wonder if they would save the power of speech?

or her energy and sap of life.

And her children..

Empty sweet nothing.

My heart beats
Loudly that you hear
You say it is your name
I am happy.
I nod. You happy?

It is my name
that my heart beats
You know it too.

We exchange places.
And reverse the talk.
We both happy.

Innocent games.
Played with out a referee.
Or momentary illusions
Of intense sweet nothing?

Contra-distinction

Look my child,

The tree shed all the leaves
Revealing the twists and turns,
yanks and curls,
Knots and nodes
Of branches and twigs.
It was all warped beneath
The green roundish wrap cover.. you see.

No dad, she tells me
It is your warped mind that sees that.
I don't. I still see the green.

May be. I say.

TEASERS

I WILL...
NO WAY.

A CYCLE
RECYCLED ITSELF
TO BE
PAIRED TO BE
BICYCLE

A CART IS
A CAR LOAD OF TEA

BULLSHIT..
YES
IT IS MALE COW DUNG.

HIGH COURT
IS TO WOO SOMEONE RICH
GET WEDDED IS
TO COURT ARREST.

Nun sense : no sense.
What next?

hallucination

Workers strike today . 2nd September.
Bangalore Mysore highway

Sun on strike too.
Sympathy with workers?
Dull . Overcast. Sky. All hues of grey.
Dark green trees.

Eyelids drop. Short nap.
Jerk. Open. Rub eyes
Colours appear. Imagine.
Edit pictures
New hues and shades
Shapes and layers
Emerging from the sky.
Interesting. Engaging. Fun.

Life. part real. Rest imagination.
What we make out of it. Perhaps.
Attitude. And Mood.
Hope and resistance

Like
Worker's demands.
Sarkari response.

LAUGHTER

Waves fall on wet sandy shore
Laughing
Playing curling twisting
Crushing one another
Tickling embracing giggling
Innocence of adolescence
Retreating again to  sea.

Some grow tall and smart adults
Rush over wet sands
Cross over a sandy ridge
Gushing down other side joyly
Soak into the dryness
of spongy grains and seep down.
Never to return. To the sea.
Giggle dries. Bliss perhaps.

Sea roars and waves continue