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ಚುಕ್ಕಿ


ನೀನು,
ಬೆಳ್ಳಿ ಮೋಡದ ಬಾನಿನೊಳಗೊಂದು 
ಬಣ್ಣದ ಚಿತ್ತಾರ
ಎಲೆಯಿರದ ಬಳ್ಳಿಯಲೊಂದು 
ನಗುವ ಮೊಗ್ಗು
ಕಪ್ಪು ಕಡಲನು ಚುಂಬಿಸಿ 
ಕೆಂಪಾಗಿಸುವ ನೇಸರ

ನೀನು,
ಸುಡುವ ಮರುಭೂಮಿಯ ಪಯಣದಿ 
ತಂಗಾಳಿಯ ಸ್ಪರ್ಶ
ಕಾಲಿ ಹಾಳೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಅರಳಿ 
ನಿಂತಿರುವ ರಂಗೋಲಿ
ಕರಿ ಚಾದರ ಹೊದ್ದಿರುವ ಆಗಸದಲೊಂದು 
ಒಂಟಿ "ಚುಕ್ಕಿ"



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ಮನಸ್ಸು


ನಾ ನೋಡೊ ಕನ್ನಡಿ ಗಾಜಿನದಲ್ಲ
ನೀರ ತೆಳು ಮೈಯದು
ಗಾಜ ಒಡೆಯಬೇಕಾಗಿಲ್ಲ
ಕಲ್ಲೊಂದ ಎಸೆದರಷ್ಟೆ ಸಾಕು
ಒಣ ಎಲೆಯೊಂದು ಬಿದ್ದರಷ್ಟೆ ಆಯ್ತು
ಗಾಳಿಯ ತುಸು ಸ್ಪರ್ಶವೆ ಸಾಕು

ವಯಸ್ಸು ಮೊವತ್ತೊಂದು!

ಅನಾಮಿಕರು, ಸಹ
ಪಯಣಿಗರು
ಬಂದವರು, ಹೋದವರು
ನಿಂತು ನಕ್ಕವರು, ನೆರಳಿಗೆ
ಹೆಗಲಾದವರು
ದೂರದ ಬೆಟ್ಟಗಳು
ತೀರದ ಅಲೆಗಳು
ಮಾನಸ ಸರೋವರಗಳು
ರಹದಾರಿಯುದ್ದ ಕಾಣದ
ತಿರುವುಗಳು

ಕನಸು ಅಂಚೆ ಚೀಟಿಗಳಂತೆ
ಮನಸೋ ಬಾಲಂಗೋಚಿಯಂತೆ
ಮಾಡಿದ್ದು ಹತ್ತಾರು
ಕಂಡಿದ್ದು ಹಲವಾರು
ಉಳಿಸಿದ್ದೋ ನೂರಾರು!
ಬೇಕುಗಳ ಪಲಾಯನ
ಬಿಡಲಾರದವುಗಳ ಸಹ
ಗಮನ

ಕಣ್ಣ ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿ, ಬೆನ್ನ ತೋರಿಸಿ
ಮಾಸಿ ಮರೆತ ನೆನಪುಗಳು
ಇಷ್ಟಾದರೂ, ಮನಸ್ಸು
ಕನಸ ಕಾಣುವುದ ಬಿಟ್ಟಿಲ್ಲ
ಗಳಿಗೆಗೊಂದು
ದೇಹಕೋ,
ದಾಟಿತ್ತು ವಯಸ್ಸು ಆಗಲೆ
ಮೊವತ್ತೊಂದು

ನೀ...

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ಹಳೆಯ ನೆನಪುಗಳು
ಕಹಿಯಾಗಿದ್ದರೆ
ಬದುಕ ಮಾಡುವುದು
ಪ್ರಸಾರ
ಕಪ್ಪು-ಬಿಳುಪು
ಸಿಹಿಯೊ?
ಸುತ್ತೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾಮನ
ಬಿಲ್ಲು

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ಒಮ್ಮೊಮ್ಮೆ
ಕನಸ ಹಿಂದೆ
ಬಿದ್ದಾಗೆಲ್ಲ
ಅನಿಸುವುದು, ನಾನು
ನೆರಳ ಹಿಡಿಯ
ಹೊರಟ
ಬೆಳಕು
ಹತ್ತಿರ ಹೋದಂತೆಲ್ಲಾ
ಉಳಿಯುವುದು ಬರಿ
ಶೂನ್ಯ


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ಮೌನಕೆ
ಯಾಕೊ ತಿಳಿಯದು
ಹಗಲೊಂದಿಗೆ ಮುನಿಸು
ಕತ್ತಲ ಜೊತೆ
ಸರಸವಾಡೆ
ಹುಟ್ಟಿಸುವುದು
ನೋವು

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ಅಳಿದುದಕೆ ಕೊರಗಿ
ಬಾಡುತಿವೆ ಇಂದುಗಳು
ಹಾಗೂ ಹೀಗೂ
ಬದುಕು ಬಾಗುವತ್ತ
ಹಣೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಗುಣಿತ
ಚಿಂತೆ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಿದೆ
ಶೂನ್ಯವನ್ನಳಿಸುವತ್ತ

It's a (Good) Dream

I dream a lot and I have always loved dreaming. I can do a lot many things which I could never do in reality; defying gravity, walking on water, revisiting my past and getting few things right this time to name a few. During a bad day at office, I always end up debugging some code and ending up in a recursive loop in my dreams. When I was kid, when I was told of freedom fight, I had this series of dreams in which I was fighting for the freedom, was chased by British police. It used to run like TV serials, night after night. At times I have weird dreams like death of loved ones. I even saw myself dying so many times and interestingly I was left with a pair of eyes and nothing else, just to see how people take my death!

Good thing about dreaming is even when I wake up after having a bad dream, I love to realize that I was living in a dream. It’s all so relieving, as I know that I was not close enough to reality at that moment. Though it scares the hell out of me when I was still dreaming, now I can go back to my sleep peacefully. But there was time when I cried my heart out to wish it was a dream, nothing but a bad dream. I even dream of getting back those things which I have already lost in my reality, only to wake up that I was having a good dream and the things are bad in reality. It works both the way. At least such dreams give momentary happiness. Dreams do good!

I don’t think I will be close enough to completion if I don’t mention about Inception movie, when it comes to Dreams. I just loved the movie and the best part of the movie for me was the way movie ended. Not because the way Nolan left us wondering about the confusion he had created by letting the totem spin around its axis, but for what Cobb does in the end. Basic idea in the movie to know whether you are still dreaming or not is to spin the totem, which would stop if you are not dreaming and wound not stop at all otherwise. And when Cobb goes home to join his kids, he spins his totem, and he doesn't even bother to look at it. All he cares is he can be with his kids; whether it’s in reality or in dream. It was for us that Nolan showed that spinning totem. We either worry about the spinning totem or Cobb finally uniting with his family. I chose to enjoy the good dream!

A Road Too Short

I should say that we saw it coming though we chose to ignore. Ever since I came here to Dallas, I have been hearing about the same news, which turns out to be just another rumor. I was worried for the first time thinking that if ever something like that is going to happen, then I would be the first one to get effected as I was the last person got in here. Then I got used to that news. Every passing year, there was this news, “There will be major lay off in this site”.

We got some clues during June and then September and then the next month, and we were like, “Dude, not until next year”. And, one fine day, we got this mail about some unplanned all hands meeting, followed by a message asking us not to attend the important info session. We were all sitting in the room, we all knew what would be the announcement, but still I was sure that there were few of us, who still believed or expected it to be another rumor. And there we were; bunch of laid of employees – some shocked, some betrayed, some disgusted, some caught off guard, some emotionless, and few smiling. That declared the end of Dallas to me.

That was an even ending to a year which started with a very bad note. But life moves on. Relocating from Dallas was something which I was not expecting myself to do. I would rather wanted to go back home and get settled, at leaset until last year. Or maybe I would not have wanted to move out of Dallas the way it has happening now.

So much of life has happened here in Dallas: new friends, cars, accident, breakup, places, road trips, travelling, food, MacArthur Boulevard, gym and more. MacArthur Boulevard to us is like what river Nile is to Africa. I lived my 2.5 years of life around this road. It has everything that we needed and wanted. Let it be Office, Hollywood theater, Restaurant (any cuisine), Kroger, Sam’s, Parks, Indian Shops, Temple and Fitness Center – you name it and MacArthur has it.

Just when we were having this realization that Dallas feels like home, we are moving out of Dallas. Neither anything belongs to us, nor do we belong to something. We will have to move on, but I will miss Dallas for sure.

To love is one thing, to leave is another; but to live is certainly bundle of memory which we want to carry forward.