Saviganasu Moodide

saviganasu moodide
hagalallu irulaagide

ninna daari kaadide
heege yaake aagide

ninna naguvu kaadide
neenu bekendu saaride

omme kaanabekide
ninna  kaadabekide

manavu saari helide
beere yenu bedide

maleyu baruva haagide
manavu ninna yediru nodutide

haleyadella marukaliside
nenapina doni saagide

manasa maatu keli neenu baruve yendu nambide......

Naa Preetisuvavale

Sampige hoovina vasaneya mayya ghama hondiruvavale

Kamalada hoovina hita koduva notaviruvavale

Jinkeya kannante dodda kannu iruvavale

Bimba phaladante kempada tuti iruvavale

Hubbu kunisi yellaranu maralu maduvantahavale

Kudi notadinda yellaranu beragu bilisuvavale

Husi munisininda kemperida kenneyavale

Yuvakara nidde kedisuva hunnara iruvavale

Yendu nanna mele maruka huttuvudu ninage ?

naa preetisuvavale....

munisu

kaarthikada kaarirulu

jagavella bechane mududi malagiralu

mane godeya sanna hanatheyondu belaka chelluthiralu

nanage ninnade nenapu... ninna kangalade holapu...

Anon

Motivated by the above lines which I had heard, I wrote the following piece

kaarthikada kaarirulu

jagavella bechane mududi malagiralu

mane godeya sanna hanatheyondu belaka chelluthiralu

nanage ninnade nenapu... ninna kangalade holapu...

Sari ratri nidre baarade mayyi nadugutiralu
nanage ninnade nenapu... ninna nenapina bisipu
 beladingalodane tengina gari kannu muchaleyadutiralu
nanage ninnade nenapu... kantumba ninnade olavu
 naduratri naayondu bogali bikshukana hedirisutire
nanage ninnade nenapu.... hedarida ninnomme appi santaisuva manasu

tangalige kitiki haarodedu alugutire, aa neerasa shabdadali
nanage ninnade nenapu... ninna mungurulali bereladisuva manasu

gaaliyali jaajiya suvasaneyu teli baralu, mai mana kampisalu....
nanage ninnade nenapu... ninnodane uyyaleyali teluva kanasu

manadalli tolalata, kannalli ashruvagi kambani mididu baralu
nanage ninnade nenapu... ninnindale jeevanakkondu meragu

 summane horaladi obbantitana mareyuva yatnadali
nanage ninnade nenapu... neenirada jeevanada mele yenage munisu

Spoorthi

manassina gondalakke yellide spoorthi

daari kaanada naavikanige yelliya spoorthi

hasanmukhada husinageya,

mana tumbuva manadanne iradode

manake salluva yella sihi matina sakhiyaru yenage spoorthi

Kannu

kavige iruvudu ravigillada kannu

Poet has eyes which arent even present in the sun  

kattaleyallu belakanu kaanuva kannu

Eyes which can see light in darkness

nageya hinde iruva kashtava hudukuva kannu

Eyes which can see the pain behind the smile

anandabashpava arthaisuva hrudayada kannu

Eyes of the heart which can comprehend the tears of joy

snehakke mammala maraguva sahishnuteya kannu

Eyes which care for friendship

kannotadalli paristithiya sambalisuva arivina kannu

Eyes which can give reassurance in troubled times

nimma udaaravada hurudumbikeyali mereyuva hemmeya kannu

Eyes which light up in the ego caused by your motivation 

nimma snehada saviya munde nannadu mooka kannu

Nenapu

Paalu hampiyalli

Sitting here in the ruins of hampi

Neerasa ratriyalli

In this bored uneventful night

koreyuva chaliyalli

In the chill of the night breeze

Berellaru malagiralu

When everyone else is asleep

Hariva zariyallu avala baluku

Can visualize her walk in the flow of the stream

jvaleyallu avala holapu

Can sense her glow in the flames of the campfire

mounadallu avala maatu

Listen to her talk in this silence

gumpinallu avala nenapu

Even in the midst of the crowd, I am reminded of her

gaaliyallu avala kampu

Even the winds carry her scent here

sidukinallu avala mattu

I can visualise and feel the passion of her anger

manasu innu avala svathu

Even now my mind is hers

marayalare avala olava,

Cant forget her love,

kodisalare manake mudava

Cannot make my mind feel normal

aranyarodana dalli kalediruvudu varushavondu

One year has passed in the midst of sorrow, like crying in a forest where no one hears

hosavarshada sugginalli jagavella higgutiralu

When the world is out rejoicing the onset of another year

innu avala nenapina nittusiru

All I have is agony of her memories

kanninalli hariva tunge,

With the tunga river flowing from my eyes

mlanagonda mukhava maresi
Trying to hide my sad face from others

bhadre yelli bhadrateya huduki
Searching for security in the depth of bhadra river

saagihoyitondu ugavu

Time has slowly passed

kaanadondu hosadu yenu
Yet cannot see anything new

avala bittu bedaviga bere yenu

I don’t want anything but her....

How I wish I could talk to her all day,,,,,

They say some people can move mountains with their words. I always disbelieved them. I used to talk to her on a daily basis in person. More on the work related front. One day I happened to talk to her on the mobile. It was really amazing....!
I had never sensed her voice to be so sweet that it could launch a million products. Now I am sort of addicted to her voice. Can't think of talking to anyone else but her.

I just call her, as I can't think of anything else to do. However hard I try not to call, subconsciously my hands dial her number. Always my mind thinks of her. Whenever I call her I am thinking of what she might be doing. As soon as she says something once she picks the call I can judge if she is in the right mood. I can differentiate between the normal Hi, the bored ya tell me, the interesting Hiiiii!!! which sets the tone for a sweet conversation, the Hi Dear, which tells me she is in a jubiliant mood, the softer and slower muttered hi saying someone is around and I should call her later. Her varied uninterested response saying she is not in the right mood now.

As I speak to her I hear the trinkling of the jhumkas in her earrings. It is as though they are the background music caused due to her hearty laugh. The more she laughs the more pleasing they sound. There is something about her voice, which keeps me eternally in raptures. There is subconsciously an effort to make her laugh. An effort to flatter her, compliment her on every small aspect. While talking to her the mind runs amok thinking about her, reminiscing the good times spent with her, the mind paints a colorful happy face of her. Its just that the mind worries when there is a pause in the conversation if she got tired holding the mobile in one of her hands and if she is shifting it to the other hand.

I can sense her moving out of the crowd to talk to me in private. As the winds blow in the hindsight of the conversation I cant help but think of the effect they would be having on her beautiful wavy hair. I hear a lot of people wishing her and I can just assume that she must be balking in all that attention.

She is a demi goddess; anyone who looks at her is usually lost in thought. What effect she has on people is really amazing and I sense a bit of pride somewhere within me which likes to tell others, boss I know her well and want her badly than anything else in life, you better keep off. I can always visualize her playing with her long gold necklace. Her hands can never keep still, they are tapping on something, or playing with the necklace which goes deep down her neck caressing the silk clothes she is wearing, the friction of the gold chain against the silk causes an eerie sensation on her body which results in a small moan in her voice when she talks.

I can feel the mobile slipping on the clear face of hers, so smooth and white and so soft and deft to touch. Just like the face of a new born. Once you touch the skin it just appeals to one so much that involuntarily the hand wants to remain there and enjoy the touch that bit longer.

I am usually at loss of words, in awe of her authority over words, the clarity of her thoughts. I can't help but nod in unison to her views. I am sure when she is talking with such vigor, the large brown orbs in her huge eyes will simultaneously be checking whether anyone is noticing her? Her free hand will surely check on her dress, then her hair and then check whether her sitting posture is all right?

She is confident, well read, has a view on everything under the earth. She is a guide one can fall back on. She is a keen observer whose x-ray eyes sees through anyone's false claims. She plays with the mind, always plays mischievous pranks, plays hard to get. Mocks at one to come and get her.

Just her voice causes my heart to beat faster; just listening to such free flowing sweetness of the laugh causes me to breathe faster. The mouth goes dry in anticipation of what she might say.

She is like the pole star on a new moon night. The only person who I feel is close than any other distant star. The only one who can provide direction to me. The only one I feel is closer to me than anything else under the sun.

I always think is it possible that a voice can give such immense joy? Can a simple voice direct the tides of my emotion just like the moon affects the tidal waves in the night? Can a voice direct my actions? What is it about her voice that I am always engrossed in the finer moments of life and without which life seems meaningless.

I would have loved to tell you more. But sorry I have a call to make... :)