Life of purpose
ಕಲ್ಲು ಮಣ್ಣುಗಳ ಗುಡಿಯೊಳಗೆ
ಇಲ್ಲೇ ಇರುವ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಸ್ನೇಹಗಳ
ಗುರುತಿಸದಾದೆನು ನಮ್ಮೊಳಗೇ
ಹತ್ತಿರವಿದ್ದು ದೂರ ನಿಲ್ಲುವೆವು
ನಮ್ಮ ಅಹಮ್ಮಿನ ಕೋಟೆಯಲಿ
ಎಷ್ಟು ಕಷ್ಟವೋ ಹೊಂದಿಕೆ ಎಂಬುದು
ನಾಲ್ಕು ದಿನದ ಈ ಬದುಕಿನಲಿ
ಎಲ್ಲಿದೆ ನಂದನ ಎಲ್ಲಿದೆ ಬಂಧನ
ಎಲ್ಲ ಇವೆ ಈ ನಮ್ಮೊಳಗೇ
ಒಳಗಿನ ತಿಳಿಯನು ಕಲಕದೆ ಇದ್ದರೆ
ಅಮೃತದ ಸವಿ ಇದೆ ನಾಲಿಗೆಗೆ
ಜಿ. ಎಸ್. ಶಿವರುದ್ರಪ್ಪ.
Makes me wonder what was going on in the mind of G.S.Shivarudrappa when he was penning this master piece. The search one goes through in a lifetime finding answers to many questions that are constantly stirred in the mind is immense. Then there is a moment when effortlessly you just have answers to all questions, when one comes across such a moment (and he/she is a poet at heart) then, one can pen in such marvelous work.
All the paths in life lead you, none holding you back if you experience any set back it exists in your mind. Mind is the wonderful master and the worst slave, the very understanding and the very compelling,the inculpable delinquent. As long as you don't get confused and mix up - all around you is beautiful and sweet. The wise realize everything dwells in oneself and the search beyond is insignificant.
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts.
http://www.caswath.com/gallery/audio/ello-hudukide.mp3
click on this link to hear this poem being sung by the unbeatable C.Aswath
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G._S._Shivarudrappa
Click on this link to know more about G.S. Shivarudrappa.
Dream Catcher
Dreams have always been an integral part of my life, in ways i can never express in mere words. Each time they have embraced these eyes, they have turned me up side down and bought out a new me(whom i never knew existed in me). I wish i had more time to write some original piece of poetry on dreams but alas.. life's moving so fast and there's no time to relax and unwind. I dedicate this beautiful poem by sarojini naidu to those wonderful dreamy feelings :)
Once in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
~ Sarojini Naidu