Euphoria

Sometimes,
I wonder;
If you're the colors
Themselves....Or,

A painter,
Who has painted
This perspective
Of mine.
.....
Clouds, the rains,
Winds and
Some shades-
Inexplicable euphoria.

Just Passing By

While I ride the
Wheels of time.
Life's passing by
Like the wind;

Sometimes slow,
Sometimes fast.
Up and down.
Hot and cold.

Is there a destiny?
I don't think so.
We three are,
Just passing by.

Mind and Heart

Aren't we little
Blinded by
Our emotions...

Bit..
Crippled by
Rationality....

And overall,
Totally...
Fucked up?

Mind and Heart-
Halves of same den,
Light years apart.

Agitation

Late in the night;
You come to taunt,
My healing wounds.

Making these scars glow,
You haunt me like
An unexpressed grief.

Powerful; Raging.
A wanna be contained,
Tired storm.

A Storm in a Teacup

Right. Wrong.
Good. Bad.
To be. Not to be.

Decisions. Confusions.
A daily tussle
With thoughts.

Mind is a
Battlefield; and
I'm a war prisoner.

Hiraeth

I'm a wounded poem,
Wandering around;
In search of a
Rhyme-less melody.

If you are one-

Can you give a refuge
To my ailing metaphors;
And aid them with
Your lullabies?

Can you?
Can you be that home?

Judgemental

Increased contrast;
One side it's black.
Brighter; the other side,
It's a blinding white.

Who has erased the
Subtle shades;
The colours that
Lied in between?

Despite our pompous
Sanity; why are we
Still veiled by our
Monochromatic myopia?

Has the world been
Confined between
The '0' and '1' ? Already?
Is there no hope beyond?

Someone

To give refuge to
Those 2 o'clock thoughts.
To cleanse your-
Dust stricken insides.

And to set you free,
From yourself.
One day; someone
Will come along.

And all those songs,
That meant nothing.
All those broken lyrics;
Will make sense.

And then, it'll rain.
Past your cheeks,
Wind will blow for you.
And the birds will sing.

The Stranger Within

Growing up,
Everyone was like-
Beware of strangers!!

No one ever;
Warned me;
About myself.

Everytime; I think
I know myself,
A stranger from within
Pops-up to say hi.

Seems,
Ram is just a
Face of the Ravan,
I already am.

ಕಲಹಗಳ ಕುರುಕ್ಷೇತ್ರ

ಬೆಳಕಿನ ಆಚೆಗೆ,
ಕತ್ತಲಿನ ಈಚೆಗೆ.
ಇಣುಕಿ ನೋಡು ನೀ,
ನಿನ್ನ ಅಂತರಾಳದಲಿ.

ಅತ್ತ ಕೌರವರು,
ಇತ್ತ ಪಾಂಡವರು.
ಮನಸ್ಸಿನೊಳಗಿಹುದು,
ಕಲಹಗಳ ಕುರುಕ್ಷೇತ್ರ.

ಮಹಾಭಾರತವೀ ಜೀವನ.
ನೀನೆ ಕೃಷ್ಣ,
ಈ ಕಪಟ ನಾಟಕದ
ಸೂತ್ರಧಾರಿ.

Robert Frost Parody

Whose phone is this,
I think I know.
The memes might be
In the gallery though.

My good friend mustn't
Think; it's queer to
Look at his phone
Without permission.

I'm alone and
My battery's down.
The longest night
Of the year.

The memes are lovely,
Dank and deep.
Miles to scroll down
Before I sleep,
Miles to scroll down
Before I sleep.

Devaraddi and A Typical Morning

The nap after the morning PT was peace. Sometimes because of irresponsible juniors, it did push me to limits. As it happened that day.

Damn! It’s 7:15. Why didn’t you fools wake me up? Cursing my juniors, with a towel and soap I rushed to the tank. And before I could have contributed anything to world’s water scarcity, I was in front of the mirror cursing my damned necktie.

When my not so shiny black shoes entered the mess, it was over 7:25. Avoiding the cold stare of the principal, holding my plate extended, I moved all shriveled. The last thing I wanted was a confrontation by the knotted face that stood near the counter.

So, I move without demanding extra uppittu from Prakash anna. Thinking, the principal might say something, I take one pickle myself- I hated pickles- as there was no one to serve. I poise to turn and my self-defense instinct sees it coming.

Before his hand hit my face, I stepped back and it hit my chest. The gush of thoughts. Perplexed! What did I do? Before my brain sang possible reasons, I had to face the stare of the audience. A 12^th guy getting a blow is worth a watch for the juniors for sure. And for my classmates; what can I say, they still laugh at me for that.

Knowing no reasons for that- whatever- thing, I was feeling like that Cuban kid from the Kannada movie Ulidavaru Kandante.

Later, laughing at me, someone told me. That, I entered the mess after the principal warned everyone to not have the pickles; as there was no one to serve them.

Well, amen to that.

Hypocrisy

Just because-
Erect, bipedal and
Infected by a little sanity.
Are we human enough?

An attribute to a noun.
Hypocrisy at it's best.

Our barbarism;
Honey coated; with
The justifications of
Our evolutionary triumph.

Until someone else
Writes our histories-
Heaven will go by favor.
And we'll always be-

The 'human' beings.

Limbo

The road that
Enthralled travellers,
Is lost in itself.

The river that
Quenched the needy,
Is athirst herself.

The light that
Lead the seeker
Has turned blind.

Nihilism to be
In the air-

The life that
Was in a flow
Rests in a limbo.

Omni-

Everywhere;
Even when
Everyone isn't.
You're there.
Like always.

In the nights,
For the days.
When I'm alone,
Even in a crowd.
You're there.

And if you hadn't
Come with the
Freaking silence.
Maybe I would 've
Loved you more-

Miss Lonely.

An Unsung Seagull

She was a
Beautiful song
I'd longed to sing.

Lost beyond
All the words,
I'm the ruins.

An,
Unsung Seagull.

Suicidal Head Cage

Should I let these
Blunt thoughts cut open
My veins and run it dry.

Or from this mysterious
Ceiling, choke this
Noisy head to quietude?

Will it be easy to
Intoxicate the insides
And surrender to sleep.

Or off a cliff
Should I just ask the
Gravity to do the job?

What should I do?

Give away myself to
This passing moment or
Laugh at it and let it go?

Why am I not
Brave enough to commit
This act of cowardice?

Any motivational speakers?

Ire

And judgements
Were thrown.
Pride was targeted.

Knives of words,
Hammers of taunts,
Thorns of smirks.
I've contained
Them all.

Having kept in
Mind everything,
Poised behind a
Drop of tear,
My rage awaits;
Simmering.

Don't misread,
My expressions.
Until I can
Actually smile.
You wretches deserve,
The one I've carved.