The Girl who owned a city

One of the summer evenings,

She sat in the balcony with cup of warm coffee

The buzzing uproar, gleaming lights and 100 of thoughts

Invaded her skull made her sank

in the beckoned memory of the city she would call her own.

She missed it all, she missed her city

Which beamed a happiness and smelled a pride

And every lane spread like a spring leaves

people speak the language of love

and it felt like heaven is just here..

where younger she ran in beautiful streets,

laughed, and danced her heart out

to the sound of delightfully pouring rain.

It was her city, her home, her reason to smile

Which let her spent her summer flying kites

Making friends and growing happy.

It was her city which would let her go and hold her back

And feel all the colors of the nature in one go

The city which looked angelic with every sunset

The smell of a monsoon spread to moon

nights were serene and hummed a lullaby

where she would fall asleep with peace in core

As she smiled she knew

she can call it her own,

where she cant wait to come back home..

(the city which never fail to surprise with its beauty – BELAGAVI, Eternal love)

Image courtesy: http://allaboutbelgaum.com/

In the fumes of Overanalysis

I got up this evening feeling really happy.. eh, U read it right “Happy” but my Happiness is just like the happiness of those daily soap characters  which doesn’t even last for next episode. Ok I don’t get such” high-figh baseless beyond my wildest dream” problems like terrorist residing in my home (Yes yes.. My own House) next to my room or solving a murder mystery of some XYZ who is no where even remotely concern to me..!! but someone wise said “Good things doesn’t last forever” (I know you all wanna kill this “Wise” now.. to your misery, you can’t) my whatsapp texts ruined it all..

As if India was out of World cup league wasn’t enough to put me in deep shock and Bharat Mata ki Jai was less entertaining, the message in my family group popped up reading “Bought Audi Q7, feeling  awesome”  along with 20 pics clicked in various angels  from one of my 3^rd.. or 4^th (or some nth level) cousin and my eyes popped out faster than Dhoni’s stumping. I felt like the violin kept in the corner mocked at me saying “Look at Him, He owns audi, and what do  you own.. ME..!!” throwing a dirty stare at it i decided to kill all my amusement with my super power of over analysis.

Ungodly (Like every Relative) I sat with pen and paper to derive the formula to own “My own Audi” and to my surprise I found out, even if I starve to death (well, part of my Mom’s brain always thinks so) and save all I could have, I still cannot buy one in next 99.9 galactic year as well. Ok ok, I deep breathed in, let’s not lose the hope I recited there are always an alternative. Now I could summarize 2 possibalities. either I have to camouflage myself as The Vijay Malya and fetch an non-returnable loan from banks  or I have to find Ravindra Jadeja’s wife has any sister and stalk her until she marry me so that I could get an Audi in return gift.. now it was “HIS” turn to throw a dirty look at me. :-D

This moment i felt even more annoying than those all the list I prepared in my mind to convince all the Dhoni Haters as why He failed in today’s match even before match started. Admit it, even you did it.!!

Between all this fumes of my over and under Analysis

in my Mind: I Gave Up, I am Happy with my Hyundai

My heart slowly whispered lets Google abt Sir Jadeja’s……….

While my fingers moved on mobile screen typing “Congos Boy, Waiting for Drive” :-)




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Until I see you in me..!!

Hey Mom,

There is nothing more joyous than being wrapped in your six yard saree. You know he says I looked beautiful when I choose to wear your fanatic treasure you safe guarded all these years so you could pass it to me.  But Maa how can I disclose him that it was not just any saree, it’s a perfect art of sliding into your warmness which I long for on those random unaimed days. Everytime I move my fingers on your kanchivaram, the lustrous shine or the feather smoothness would instantly rush me to ramble on the memory lane in no time.

Then were the days when  running behind you holding your pallu was my favorite game, when i had to cry I had the softness to curl in your lap and no matter how hard the things would get, the tiny tinkles of your moving bangles would sing lullaby, when everything  would seem blurred on the far side, the shadow of you walking to me draped in colorful saree would put that smile on me and I would just fall on my knees and convince myself as how Should I get away all my life without getting to dig in my face in those crumpled plates of your saree which always posed as cradle of your warm demeanour.

Then, how you could bid me adieu that day?  Did you flow in the same whirlwind of emotions i had underneath my feet or you had bigger storm of melancholy in your heart. As you let me go did you feel the same pain when I fought with your pelvic bone to push myself out of your womb or was it much more than I could justify the impulsive emotional outburst I had then.  Or is it that you always foresee this day? Were you aware that your little girl would one day unbind herself from you and walk into other world where she will leave your footprints in her every hustle bustle she could go through. When all my life you bubbled yourself around me as a cushion of comfort, how well you knew that I would still call for every shot without the torch of your guiding light. How you always go into hiding your tears behind that smile.  How you always knew it all..?

Amma, Today I am again draped in your saree and will be draping myself in one many more times until standing in front of Mirror I could see You in ME..

A note from HER dairy..!!

I have inked my soul with the infinite love for your existence in my mind on the platitude of alarmed state you left me. it is my inanity that i am still purely enslaved my endurance in anticipation of you to listen up to this pursuer of your love. Waking up every time with faint hearten numbness striking down to my veins is not curious anymore as every wall and pillow could eavesdrop to unheard prayers dried up with tears. How with every breath i have become so naive to deal with this sliced thoughts of my discomposed mind and heart which are stirred beyond the stretch of acute illusion i have been framing in your absence. i am drained with a consumed thoughts where they said its going to be entirely ok..!! how i wish i can Band-Aid my whispered remark to them that how profoundly uncommon you were to slip down in to lot beneath me where i kept all my doors open and YOU just decided to stand out and stare..!! How i wish...!!

Like Never Before..!!

It was wintry and tenderly chilled..
not finding him at the other end, quickly disturbed her trance
jumping out of the bed she thought "Is she late for the Day?"
the missing aroma of fresh brewed coffee was uneasy feel,
worryingly glancing at the clock which read 4:49 am
something strongly churned inside her as she whispered its too early to be up..
hurrying into study, the table.. books and markers laid untouched,
increasingly nervous, dreadfully blackout she opt to call him,
its ringing... one.. two and couple of more calls go unanswered...
tears began to roll down as she comfort herself on couch,
the insistent sound of her heartbeat eludes queer pain..
his watch.. his wallet.. his notes on the desk screamed jitters in her.
thousands of thoughts swelled in her nervous..
she reverberated how busy she was to unheard what he wanted to say over last night..
seemingly anguish She missed him lot more than ever,
she missed his unpretentious charm, she missed the sound of his footsteps around her..
in every breath she inhaled uncanny distress with clueless attention,
the hours were passing by and yet he didn't reciprocate,
she thought where he could be as she cried to numbness..

breeze in the sunshine gave her some hope,
with buzzing alarm, reclining calmness she decides to stay strong..
the swollen eyes and dried up  lips craved for some warmness,
she stand frail wishing for some coffee..
making into kitchen missing him more at every step
the stick on note flashes on the fridge..
imbibed fear, shivering hands she bend down to read..
"OT Call in the middle of the night, didn't wanted to wake you up,
will be back for breakfast.. See Ya"

falling on the knee, crying breather it was that light of the day
where she waited for him like never before..

Allied Patterns..

As the first ray of raising sun

Penetrated through window

The Intoxicated illumination lingered in the aura

As the Freshly brewed coffee tickled down the taste buds,

It gripped the sense of  Euphoria..

Gazing at the vivid and varied  faces across the streets

Clearing the foggy layer of the glasses,

I fell into the arms of fathomless thoughts..

Beaming into the each of them,

I struggle to read who belonged to whom.?

The more I scrutinize more I fail..

All of them strike as alike,

Their  pattern, hopes and dreams look allied..

Breaking down my attention,

I inquest “ why there is discrimination?”

I sense “NO” as I stare endlessly..

I felt like,

The same Big NO screams aloud

“Its not in the multitude you looking at,

Its their in the voices you are hearing from..

STOP THEM…”

I turned off the news.. 

PC:  google images.

ಮೌನಕ್ಕೂಂದು ಧ್ವನಿ..!!

“ಏನ್ಮಾಡ್ತಾದಿಯ..?”

“ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ.”.

“ಅರಿಯುವ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನ ಮಾಡಬಹುದಲ್ಲಾ..?”

“ಬೇಕಿಲ್ಲ,,”

“ಏನೋ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡತಿದಿಯ..?”

“ಕಳೆದು ಹೋಗುವುದಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನದ್0ತೆನಿಲ್ಲ..”

“ಇರುಳು ಜಾರಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಹೊಸ ಸೂರ್ಯ ಮೂಡುವನಲ್ಲ..?”

“ಆದರೂ ಇವತ್ತಿನ ದಿನಕರ್ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮರಳುವದಿಲ್ಲ್..”

“ಮತ್ತೆ ಏತಕ್ಕೆ ತಿರುವುವೆ ಓದಿದ್ ಪುಟಗಳನ್ನ..?”

“ಇಲ್ಲಿರುವುದು ಕೇವಲ್ ಖಾಲಿ ಪುಸ್ತಕವಿನ್ನೂ..”

“ಅತಿಯಾಗಿ ಯೋಚಿಸಬೇಡ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳಲೇ..?”

“ಉಸಿರಾಡ್ಬೇಡ ಅಂತ ಕೇಳಿದಂಗಿದೆ..”

“ನಾನಿಗ್ ಸುಮ್ಮನಿರಲೇ..?”

“ಬೇಡ.. ನೀನು ಮೌನಕ್ಕೆ ದ್ವನಿಯಾಗಬೇಕು..”

“ದೊಡ್ಡವರು ಹೇಳ್ತಾರೆ "ದೀಪ ತಾನ ಉರಿದು ಬೆಳಕಾಗುವುದು"

 “ಅದೇ ಜಗದ್ ನಿಯಮವೇನೋ..?”

"ಅಲ್ಲ.!! ಅದು ಸವೆದಷ್ಟು ಸಲೀಸಾಗುತ್ತಾ ಸಾಗುವ ಪರಿ..

ಜೀವನ ಬಂಡಿಯ ದಾರಿ.."

Picture courtesy: +Nijukumar Pattar