Half Spring ! Gutuku !

ಒಲವಿಂದ ತನುಧಾರೆಯಿತ್ತು , ಮುಗಿಲು  ಮಾಚುವಹಾಗೆ 

ಮೈ ತಣಿದು ವೀರ್ಯದ ಹನಿಯಿಂದ , ಜೀವತಳೆದು 

ಹೊಸ ಚಿಗುರಿಗೆ  ಗುಟುಕಿಟ್ಟು, ಜೀವನದ ಅರ್ಥವ 

ಸರಳವಾಗಿಸಿ , ಪ್ರಕೃತಿಯ ನಿಷ್ಕಲ್ಮಶ ಕ್ರಿಯೆಯ 

ಜೀವನಚಕ್ರದ ಸೂತ್ರದೊಳಗೆ 

ಗರಿಬಿಚ್ಚಿ ಹಾರುವುದ ಕಲಿಸಿ

ಅಡಗಿಹ ಚೈತನ್ಯವ ಅರಳಿಸುವ ತಾಯೇ

ನೀನಿಲ್ಲದೆe ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯ ಕ್ರಿಯೆಯೆಲ್ಲಿ  ? 

ನೀ ಇಲ್ಲವಾದರೆ ನ ಎಲ್ಲಿ? ನಾವೆಲ್ಲಿ ?

An attempt 

The Sky Fondled the propensity

of the half-spring born from the union of gametes

cuddling and feeding a new shoot

conferring the meaning of futile life with care

complex to a simple brief ,with concordant

of the nature's selfless action to the cycle of life

teaching to fly in the open sky..

Oh Mother! you filled faith and confidence..

is it possible to have the act of creation without you?

Where am I? Where are we? without you 

Abutilons

Flowering maple  

      Your adorn my adjoining ground
      with your style and colour in spring  |  rolled my eyes to see you close

the ringing bell of he temple of pride 

that people have is from you ..! 

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Curves !

I stand still on the day when it's bright..

like an artists wander, starring at thee....
raising my arms to hug the art someone created
to bend n bow to the art that lies in him

The art of Body on a stone, filled with curves,
moving my fingers to feel the texture
of the art in an artist that swims in the veins,
I dig deep inn to the wandering world

Lost in the deepest thought of the creation
with the strike of each chisel to create thee
mind swings with joy to have met you
and here I say in love with the curves you have!