When the moon
Comes up.
I gotta to put him
Down in my words.
When leaves rustle,
Sparrows chirp.
I gotta host them
In my pages.
From amidst the
Casuarina trees,
When the wind blows,
I want it to bask in
The warm comfort
Of my reveries.
This noose around
My neck-
A compulsion to
Blurt it all out..
Tonight, the lizard
On my wall, crawls,
Holding a gun to
My temple..
As, about it,
I'm unable to write,
Even a single
Sentence.
These days
I'm trying to learn
The art of killing.
I've killed thoughts.
Prayers, wishes.
I've killed a
Couple of people,
Three cities.
Some roads, rivers.
Seems it doesn't
Matter.
I've been killing
The ideas I can
Pen down,
Memories I can
Save.
Reveries I can
Hold on.
I've killed you too,
Last night.
And how hard
It can be to
Let lose other
Vanities.
Friends, parents
Home.
It doesn't matter
Right?
But as I write
This, standing here.
Standing alone.
Like an ocean
That has lost
All its water.
Left with just
Sand dunes and
Salt mounds..
I realize, that
A waterless ocean
Is not even a desert.
It's just a subtly
Flaunted disaster.
The silence that
Stands on the
Margins of pages.
Unused places.
Often untouched,
The silence that
Sits on our backs,
Where hands fail
To reach.
The silence that
Broods in the
Corner of a room,
That doesn't
Accumulate enough
Dust to hold
Your attention.
The silence amidst
The thorns in
A rose bush,
That doesn't get
Due credit.
This silence,
Often is a lack of
Reciprocation.
Between what
I said and what
You heard.
This nonchalance
For the things,
Unsaid and unheard.
The gap never
Gets filled.
Silence
My dear is the
Ruin good things.
ಕೆರೆಯ ಅಛಲ
ಸ್ಥಿರತೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ,
ಖಾಲಿತನದ ಮಂಕು
ನಿರ್ವಾತ.
ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಪಕ್ಷಿಗಳು
ಹಾರುವಂತಿಲ್ಲ.
ಕಲ್ಲುಗಳು ಬೀಳುವಂತಿಲ್ಲ.
ಹಾಡುಗಳಿಗಿಲ್ಲಿ,
ಉಳಿಗಾಲವಿಲ್ಲ.
ಖಾಲಿ ಹಾಳೆಯ
ಬಿಳಿ ಇದಲ್ಲ.
ಬರೆಯುವುದು,
ಚಿತ್ರ ಬಿಡಿಸುವುದು,
ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾಧ್ಯವಿಲ್ಲ.
ತನ್ನ ಮೇಲೆ
ತಾನೇ ಏರಿ,
ಬಿಗಿತವ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿಸಿ,
ಇದು ವಾಸ್ತವತೆಯ
ತಿನ್ನುತ್ತದೆ.
ಬಹಳ ಸಲ
ಬಣ್ಣಗಳಿಲ್ಲಿ ಬಂದು
ಸಾಯುತ್ತವೆ.
ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಇದು
ಕತ್ತಲಾಗಿ ಕವಿದರೆ.
ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ನೀಳ
ನೀರವತೆಯಾಗಿ
ಹಬ್ಬುತ್ತದೆ.
ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವವನ್ನೇ
ಕಬಳಿಸುವ ಮರೆವು
ಒಮ್ಮೊಮ್ಮೆ.
ಕುರುಡಾಗಿಸುವ
ಬೆಳಕಾಗುವುದಿದು
ಇನ್ನೊಮ್ಮೆ.
ನಿದ್ದೆ ಬರದ ಆ
ಸತ್ತ ರಾತ್ರಿಗಳಂದು,
ಮಾತಿಲ್ಲದೆ,
ಹಾಸಿಗೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ
ಅತ್ತಿಂದಿತ್ತ ಹೆಣವಾಗಿ
ಹೊರಳಾಡಿ,
ನಾನೂ, ನೀನೂ,
ಸೋತು ಶರಣಾದಾಗ,
ಖಾಲಿತನದ
ಈ ಶೂನ್ಯತೆಯ,
ಆಕರವಾಗುತ್ತೇವೆ.
After it's dark and
Before light breaks
Out by dawn,
There's a
Moment.
After the hunter fires
His gun and the
Bullet hits the deer,
There's a
Moment.
After this desire got
Set in and before our
Lips compulsively met,
There was this
Moment..
Of night passing
Into slumber.
The deer staring
At the inevitable.
And I succumbing
To a summon
By the fire,
Of your eyes.
Drinking the darkness
The land, the sea
And the sky have
Sunk in silence.
Maze of all the
Invisible paths
Been blinded into
A mirage.
Stealing everyone's
Identity, the night
Has frozen down
Into oblivion.
What presented
Itself is green is not
At all seen.
Even the blue
Couldn't escape
This unfortunate
Deed.
The yellow too
Has shaken its hand
Into a comprise.
Red stayed for a
While but it's been
Smothered too.
Rainbow now is
A monochromatic
Giant as everything
Is turning
Increasingly black.
Lonely insomniacs
Should stop trying..
Sleeping alone is
Not advisable
Tonight.