ಜೀವನೋತ್ಸವ

ಅದೆಲ್ಲೋ ಕಳೆದು ಹೋದ ದಿನಗಳ

ಅರಸುತ್ತ ಹೊರಟೆ ನಾ

ಕುವೆಂಪು ಹೆಣೆದ ಪ್ರಕೃತಿಯ ಚಿತ್ತಾರ

ಗರಿಗೆದರಿತು ಕಣ್ಮುಂದೆ

ಮೊಗದ ಪ್ರತಿಬಿಂಬ ಕೊಳದಲಿ

ತಣ್ಣನೆ ಗಾಳಿಯು ಬೀಸಲು

ಅಲೆಯಲಿ ಕಳೆದುಹೋದ ಚಂದ್ರನ

ಕೆಣಕಲು ಮನಸು ನಿರ್ಮಲ

ಕಡಲದಡಿಯಲಿ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಯ ಗುರುತುಗಳ

ರಮಿಸಲು ನಿಯೋಜಿತ ಕಾರಂತರ ಅಲೆಗಳು

ಪ್ರತಿಯೊಂದು ಪದಗಳು ಚಂದಗಾಣಲು

ನನ್ನೊಳಗಿನ ಮುತ್ತು ಚಿಪ್ಪೊಳಗೆ

ಗಗನಚುಂಬಿ ಕನಸುಗಳ ತೆಂಗು ಮರಗಳು

ಭೋರ್ಗರೆವ ಕನ್ನಡ ಕಂಪಿನ ಹಿಮ್ಮೇಳ

ಮತ್ತೆ ಹುಟ್ಟಿ ಬರುವ ನನ್ನಯ ಕವನ

ಜೀವನೋತ್ಸವ ಅದುವೇ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ

This is a poem (written in Kannada) that won me the 2nd Prize, in the Poetry competition held as part of Karnataka Rajyotsava Celebration at SAP.

Eight miles..

Linking to The Mag & MYM

Shadow grew taller than life..
Your name lightened up my path..

Rabbits that played in the moon..
Are my companions in the empty streets..

After eight miles, my shoelaces still intact..
Like I have your thoughts tied my heart..

Months will vanish midst serenity of dark nights..
Till Knight with shining armour kills our shadows..

Last word..

Mixed feelings

Razor sharp deep rays

The last word

Unique prompts

Heart warming visions

The last word

Fireflies glowed

Sketches in darkness

The last word

I henceforth won't be writing poetry in this unique form- haiku. Journey has been splendid. Lot of new idea, criticism, praises, friendships, just like Firefly sketching in darkness. I'll try my luck with other forms. Perfect prompt to end too! Thank you all and best wishes! 

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart. The prompt for this week is First.

Inner voice..

Image-In Mysore, by Admin

Gaze at stars

Count one two till it

Falls for you

Pluck the rose

Look into her eyes

Hear deep breaths

Inner voice

Reads vital heart graphs

To beat peaks

Inner voice wants us to scale the unimaginable heights, friend, set out for this journey, take a deep breath, get the stars shining and yes, we will do it. Knock inner self daily, beak the peaks!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart. The prompt for this week is Vital.

Cheers buddy..

I have stopped counting syllables today

Instead, will reckon on the breath it takes!

Seven days spent, I’ll remember the night

For the strong winds that blew me to you!

I rub my open eyes, it feels like a dream

That, I always wanted to play and pause!

Our buddy paths may never cross swords;

But for the memories made, journey destined,

Cheers! To the Art that lit our living!

Silent sixers..

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Silent six

Leaves that I picked

Tales untold

Humble lives

Unleashed true spirit

Kindles life

Days to come

Strengthens serene forts

Prospers globe

Life, a laboratory of experiments, nurtures us with the experiences and spirits of the people whom we meet on the path to destiny. Remember them, acknowledge them, love them! Strengthen your serene forts!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart. The prompt for this week is True.

Thank you for your wonderful comments, silent likes/shares for my haiku- Masks of Wonderland that I wrote for a poetry competition by Manipal Blog.com. I am proud of my forts!

Lone world..

Image- Lone word, By Admin

All the time

I smiled at strangers

World at me

Never thought

Twice before I walked

Held new hands

Names misspelt

Mom is the lone word
Voiced my soul

It's a heartfelt haiku. Let's make this world a true global village. Hold new hands!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart. The prompt for this week is Support.

Please read my haiku- Masks of Wonderland that I wrote for a poetry competition by Manipal Blog.com. I'll highly appreciate your comments, likes and shares. Thank you for your constant Support (Thanks Leo for the right timing of the prompt!). 

Dolphin pod..

Image- Symphony,By Admin

Snowy song

Rises from the sea

Shore calms tides

Dolphin pod

Crafting symphony

 Leaps to sky

Huntsman marks

Poor soul reap riches

Guns wisdom

If we look around, our ecosystem is really a wonderland. Time again, man has repeatedly hurt it. To an extent that our fellow beings have become extinct. With wisdom, save the world, save our friends!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart. The prompt for this week is Wisdom.

Seven shades..

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A peacock

Sheds a feather for

First shower

Seven shades

In a moonless night

Tempts to fetch

Distant dreams

Ordinary me

Pen marvels 

Goals are always at a distance. Or to put it in a different way- distant things become our goals. Why confine goals to a thing or an object, make it a dream, make it a marvel!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights, OSI and Haiku My Heart. The prompt for this week is Ordinary.

Glowing lamp..

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Scattered books

Zillion good luck notes

Hidden mails

Goodbye hugs

Emotional heart

Set on fire

Set on fire

Lamp is bound to glow

Rest I lock

We move on. Or rather life moves on. Graduation time is a crucial point as world thinks that we are capable of delivering wonders. Dreams gone, goals ahead. Celebrate that it happened. Lock the treasures!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights and Haiku My Heart. The prompt for this week is Lock.

Mango tree..

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Many rains

From small seed to sweet

Ripe mangoes

Savor joys

Of the first harvest

Pluck the toil

Carefree tree

Survives one more day

Mangoes ripe

Joy of first mango in the garden inspired this haiku. A message also being try to convey- most of us value things only when we realise it's worth. The mango tree lived a carefree life, from an unknown seed it had sprouted, had seen many summers, fed always by mother earth!. From now on, you get attention, water and love!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights. The prompt for this week is Joy.

Life in life..

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First page flips

Pursuit of knowledge

Marks the birth

Deep valleys

Attempt to explore

Veiled burrows

In learned path

Enlightened eyes seek

life in Life

Mankind, has Innovated over the years, primary reason being the education. The day we set out for the journey, we are on the pursuit, to find the life( quest of new) in the life. Restless days that pass by,  may not yield results, but the learning never halts. The zeal and desire to gain knowledge, keeps us going!, throughout the life!, without a goodbye!.

This haiku is written for Carry on tuesday and Haiku my heart.

Red petals..

Red Petals, By Admin

Antique pine
Bright lotus blossoms

Lion roars

Red petals
Scattered on the blood
Wound hurt hearts

Lion roars
To guard the supreme
Antique pine

India, these days portrayed as a country of slums and poor, was a major target of many great emperors  that the world saw. They came, looted gold, ornaments and diamonds which were sold in roadside, destroyed idols, spoilt rich architecture of the temples that had lotus and lions!. Let the antique pine get its lost charm back and the roar resound in our hearts!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights. The prompt for this week is Pine. 

Zero..

Image-Life in Shadow-By Admin

From zero

A endless journey 

Stack of mask

Swirls of joy
Shadows of sorrow
Tales of life

Stack of mask

Kid, teen, youth, adult

To zero

Most of us live our life with masks, but, we never realise that the life itself is a stack of different masks. Life involves us playing many roles at times- from zero(birth) to zero(death). Zero defines the infinite life(endless journey)- all in it's big circle- where 'the start' and 'the end' is indefinite!

This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights. The prompt for this week is Mask.

Giant wheel..

Image-by Admin,@Wonder la, Bengaluru.

Clock ticks eight

Strolling under moon

For your glimpse

For your glimpse
Heart skips a beat- in
Giant wheel

Giant wheel
Eyes meet to follow arc
Ups and downs

 Attempt to use Giant wheel as a metaphor for 'love'. It takes a full circle. There are moments where it skips our heartbeats. A image also being depicted here- A boy sitting in the wheel coincidently looks into a girl standing down and end up living ups and downs of life!


This Haiku is written for Haiku Heights. The prompt for this week is Hour.

Zestful path..

Zestful path

Showed moon in daylight

Spark live long

This is dedicated to all awesome poets of Haiku Heights  and wonderful readers. Zestful here means "enthusiastic enjoyment". Haiku challenge was a great experience, enthusiasm at its peak, lot of new ideas, different prespectives. It showed us the moon in the broad daylight!. Let's keep the spark alive and let the glory of this Haiku month prevail!

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is Zest.

Fifty sensations..

Beach footprints

Fifty sensations

Lord, steer Stone

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. Thank you for having no prompt today!

Freedom of joy, freedom of expressing and freedom of enjoying voidness had made me start this blog. After the fiftieth post, the happiness remains the same. With every post, blog evovled, got better. Like the footprints in the beach, every wave that came in, that left behind corals in it. Friend, heartfelt thanks for your encouragement, help, support, comments, likes, criticisms. Lord, steer the Stone!

Tall Shadow..

Tall shadow

In the clear water

Seed crafts waves

This would have happened to most of us and wish it happens to all. In the portrait here, a couple is standing under a tree on the banks of a beautiful lake. Their love is as  pure/clear as the water of lake and is seeded/deep rooted in their hearts. A seed from the tree falls to lake, magical waves, crafts a salsa of the tall shadows!

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is  Clarity.

World twinkles..

Courtesy

     

Glossy home

Hold back temptations

World twinkles

Modern society has become materialistic. Most of us find solace in glossy and superficial things. In the process, we have limited ourselves, stopped thinking out of box, resulting in a less innovative lifestyle. If these temptations are held back, we will soon start realising that it's not only the star that twinkles, even the world does!

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012 and The MAG. The prompt for today is Temptation.

Pick pearls..

Silver clouds

Drizzling melodies

Friend, pick pearls

A rainy day after a long summer brings lot of happiness. To make the most out of it, I sat in the balcony with a glass of tea, and these lines just came out!. Nature looked refreshed- cool breeze, silver clouds, musical drizzles, tiny bubbles, and the best part- the drops that slid down in a rose. My dear friend, Treasure these pearls(moments)!

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is  Melody.

Shoreline..

Great pursuit

My kismet beacons

Shoreline reefs

Most of us don't heed to our inner voice, hence end up beating the bush and cursing life. Meditation is the best medicine. Kismet- Destiny always beacons. May be in a reef far away. Looking at it from the shore and feeling proud of the pursuit so far, could make the Destiny out of sight. Never rest till the goals are achieved is the message here.

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is  Kismet.

Wrecked hearts..

Rain pour bliss

Your hackneyed ardours

Have wrecked hearts

Attempt to put two emotions. Both of them longing for bliss. First one, gazing at the rain Gods for a downpour after a prolonged zeal of Sun, which has resulted in dried-up crops, greenless farms. Second one, a lover who is unable to convey his/her feelings and is just hoping that the feelings become mutual!

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is Bliss.

Roofless..

Starved eyes pray

For bright horizon

Roofless hut

World always discriminated rich and poor. This gap always increased. Prayer is the only hope for poor, praying for a square of meal, praying for basic amenities, praying for their shelter. Irony is depicted in last two lines. Mesmerized, on how the way world runs, on how we celebrate, on how we survive, on how one wishes for brightness in a roofless hut. Attempt to show the dark side of "Mesmerization".

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is Mesmerize.

A[ I ] Love Haiku..

Crimson rose

Hands stretch out for you

Still lasts long

One who is in true love will always be there for his/her partner. Be it in their early days or when they grow old.

Like a rose, it lasts forever and both start preserving it- may be in the middle of their diaries or may be in their bottom of hearts!

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is Still.

Happy Accident..

I met you

Serendipity

Stars stalk hearts

Meeting the "special one" in our life's is always special. We feel that the destiny has conspired to get us together. Beauty of this Haiku is, All three lines mean the same- "happy accident" or "pleasant surprise".

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is Serendipity .

Zenith..

Soothing tunes

Renovates spirit

Scales zenith

At times we get dejected. Music is the best discovery of Man. Tunes have made us groove and also, as our stories have told, brought down rains, and not to forget,  regardless of situation, has brought joys and sorrows. It has no language/region/religion barriers, just the octaves. Hence, at the top is unity, unity and only unity.

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is  Renovation.

One to Motherland..

Calm jingles

Shield my splendid forts

Honeybees

In the history of mankind, every country has invaded and attacked. India has been a exception till date.

We have believed in peace, harmony, coexistence, and jingles have guarded our forts. Honeybees, also have these values, particularly, strong family bonds. There is a prayer here when line #2 and #3 are read together!

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is  Honeybees.

Green..

Soul sings white

For glory of Peace

Life breathes green

White is mother of all colours and world is longing for peace and harmony.

We believe that our soul is the part of master. White(master) being the saviour, splits up, brings green(prosperity) to our life. 

This Haiku is written for The Heights Of Haiku - April 2012. The prompt for today is White.

Musical night..

Poetry doesn't come out without the pain, true..
We long to relive those moments that are lost..
Pain of missing a caring hand, an amazing hug..
Or simply a melody that moves your spirit..
We had a mission, to create those moments..
At a unknown place,  moonlight on the face ..
Climate was picture perfect, heart crooning hmmm ..
Exchanging smiles, glittering eyes,Magic was all around..
We started to sing, melodies of soul of the world..
On and on, magical moments, musical night..

Popular Post..

This is like singing a flop song..
Lot of people here hungry for sparking sensations..
Socialising, Promoting, Publicising, Campaigning..
Here I have nothing to market..
My words although weights, will never sell..
Nor it will tell, things it's supposed to tell..
It'll continue to flow, till I find the origin..
It'll continue to glow, till I don't popularise..
This is just a  flamboyant, charismatic stone..
Popular Philosopher's Stone.. 

New life..

This was the day I wanted to live..
With the spotlight on and the music play..
My feet never had a move before..
Being stagnant, I had glued to the clay..
I wanted the breeze to wash me away..
And it finally set, the show had begun..
Poor me, heart racing and pulse high..
Rising from the shadow, I made it dance..
It's was magical, had conquered the stage..
Those moments, toils, looked spectacular..
A drop from eye, I had arrived from  dusk..
Deep in me, was the belief of the beginning..
Deep in me, was the joy of the new dawn..
Deep in me, was the realisation of a new path..

Small Street..

You skip those words that I repeat..
Like waters that kiss you in the shore..
Every tide that comes, holds me firm..
Silver corals, holds your name, small street..
Where I make my way midst tall coconut palms..
To see a river running into vast blue sea..
Street never glows, but the sand does..
Of the street that I come, smells the best..
Of the street that I come, looks the best..
Of the street that I come, feels the best..
Of the street that I come, has my footprints..
Gives me the sense, of every beautiful wave..

Walking Alone..

Titles are misguiding, stories are misleading..
When I can see lot of people walking alongsides..
When I can see  hundreds of spotlights beaming..
I knelt down, to tangle my shoe lace..
With a old song setting up the mood..
I took a moment, looked behind..
Journey looked beautiful, with flowers all over..
A passerby overlooked, I could sense the fear..
Fear of the virtual world that makes man, a machine..
Fear of losing those moments that made me walk..
I took a leap, flying away, to the reality..
Walking alone, Running thoughts, and a old tune..

Transitions..

I hear the tickling sound of the clock..
Never felt the gap between moments..
Every pause, Every pulse, made me breathe..
Lot of unfamiliar faces I see around..
Lot of people holding hands and walk..
Lot of vehicles in a hurry to reach the end..
I think about the place that used to be my endpoint..
Where greenery enriched the beauty of landscape..
Where I had time to imagine the flowing waters..
Where I had option to choose over seashores..
Where I had stories to read from every stone..
I smile, glimpses of familiar faces in my eyes, I smile..

White Rose..

Words seem to have dried up..
In a desert that has a red rose..
The one, that I planted for you..
Daily toil has made it smile..
Now I wish these petals float..
In a bowl of water I have fetched..
Which would survive in my quest..
Of another rose, & the white petals..

After a break..

I went on a quest for new words..
Thirty days are too long, a moon's journey..
I had a pact, not to comeback with old sentiments..
Sentiments, the feelings, those I never felt..
I lay down to see the blue sky giggle at me..
At my experiements, at my experiences..
I notice a new energy, beaming out of my eyes..
As if it's a new dawn, new road, new world..
I welcome, in a old diary, a new story..