ಹೂವೆ, ನಾ ನೀನಾಗಿದ್ದರೆ...

ಹೂವೆ, ನಾ ನೀನಾಗಿದ್ದರೆ...

ಪ್ರತಿ ಬೆಳಗೂ ಬರುವ ಅದೇ ಸೂರ್ಯನ ಕಾಣಲು
ಕಾಲ್ತುದಿಯಲಿ ನಿಂತು, ಕೊರಳ ಚಾಚಿ,
ಕಣ್ಣರಳಿಸಿ, ಹೊಸ ನಗೆ, ಸುವಾಸನೆಯ ಬೀರಿ,
ದಿನವೂ ಹೊಸ ಉತ್ಸುಕತೆಯಿಂದ ನಲಿಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನೇ?

ಪ್ರತಿ ದಿನವೂ ನಿಂತಲ್ಲೇ ನಿಂತರೂ
ರೆಕ್ಕೆ ಬಿಚ್ಚಿ ಹಾರಾಡುವ ಹಕ್ಕಿಗಳ ಕಂಡೂ ಕಾಣದೆ,
ಅಪರೂಪಕ್ಕೊಮ್ಮೆ ಬೀಸುವ ಗಾಳಿಯಲ್ಲೇ ಮೈಮರೆತು,
ನಿಂತಲ್ಲೇ ನೀಲಿ ಆಕಾಶದಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲಾ ಹಾರಾಡಿದ ಅನುಭವ ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನೇ?

ಮೊಗ್ಗರಳಿ ಹೂವಾದ ಕೆಲವು ದಿನಗಳಲ್ಲೇ
ಸಾವು ಬಂದೆಳೆದು ಪಕಳೆಗಳೆಲ್ಲಾ ಉದುರಿ
ಮಣ್ಣು ಪಾಲಾಗಿ ಕೊಳೆಯುತ್ತವೆಂದು ತಿಳಿದೂ,
ನಾನು ಹೂವಾಗಿ ಅರಳಿದಾಗ ನಗುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನೇ?

ಹೂವಾಗಿ ನಗುವುದೇ ಧರ್ಮವೆಂಬ ಅರಿವು ನಿನಗಿದ್ದಂತೆ,
ಹೂವಲ್ಲದ ನನ್ನ ಧರ್ಮದ ಅರಿವು ನನಗಿದೆಯೇ?
ಹೂವೆ ನಾ ನೀನಾಗಿದ್ದರೆ,
ನಾ ನಿನ್ನನಂತಿರುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆನೇ?

The two wolves

I wrote this over the long weekend :-)
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The two of them walked hand in hand,
The old man and the little boy,
Leaving their footprints in the beach sand,
The kid jumping over the waves with joy

They found a bench after a long walk,
Right under the shade of a palm tree,
They sat down on it and began to talk,
And the old man turned and said to me.

There are two wolves within my heart,
Two wolves big and strong,
And they tear each other apart,
They have been fighting for so long.

One embodies good, makes me turn away from sin,
The other embodies evil,destruction and greed,
Then I asked him, "So which one will win",
And he replied, "The one that I feed".

---Prem

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Something else which gave me this thought was this mail:

This is from one of the lectures by Chandrashekhara Bharati, who
was the Jagadgaru of Sringeri Sharada Peetham. The saying goes
with the four yugas :

In Krutha Yuga, good and evil lived in separate worlds.

In Treta Yuga, they lived in separate geographical regions,
but same world.

In Dwapara Yuga, they lived in separate bodies, but in
the same family, same region, same world.

In Kali Yuga, they live inside the same body. This is why
victory over evil must come within oneself. It cannot happen
through an incarnation of god.

MooDitu ನಗೆ...

MooDitu nage..

ಚಂದದ ಚಂದ್ರನ ಬಿಳಿ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿಸಲು
ಗೆಳೆಯ ಕರಿಮೋಡ ಇನ್ನಷ್ಟು ಕಪ್ಪಾಗಿದ್ದು,

ಅದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಆ ಕರಿ ಮೋಡದ ಶುದ್ಧ ಹೃದಯವು
ಕರಗಿ ನೀರಾಗಿ ಮಳೆಯಾಗಿ ಹರಿದು ಬಂದು,

ಅದರಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಮಳೆಹನಿಯು, ಅರೆ ಅರಳಿದ ಗುಲಾಬಿಯ
ಎಸಳುಗಳ ಮಧ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಚಂಚಲವಾಗಿ ಹರಿಯುತಿರಲು,

ಆ ವಿಸ್ಮಯದಲ್ಲೊಂದು ವಿನೋದವ ಕಂಡು
MooDitu ನಗೆ, MooDitu ನನ್ನಲ್ಲೊಂದು ನಗೆ!

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night
-Dylan Thomas


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.