Compulsive Habit

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.

Self Sabotage

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.

Silence

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. 

ಖಾಲಿತನ

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.

Summon by Fire

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.

Find Someone

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.