At the Junction-2

I really hate myself to make up and show in front of someone else daily!

System allows that only now without any reluctance, where as earlier it would create nuisance branding bad image to a girl! That’s the way it works. We have to push our faith in one of them and accept the courtship hoping for the best.

The Guy whom I met yesterday was quite impressive, educated, well mannered, sensitive, and handsome. Have to think about him, but when options do come our way hugging then why not make best utilize of it and select the best choice. When I can spend hours together selecting my liking dress in trial room then no wonder if I meet the other MBA guy today as the other option.

Samarth called me earlier at 9:40am and asked me to meet anywhere as per my convenience.

I insisted him to meet at same place in CCD where I met Siddharth yesterday.

I was on time at 5:30 pm, same place but the corner table was occupied by someone else. Shit, that seat is the best place in this CCD as the words will never reach the other table because of its considerable distance. Can’t help my words today! I placed an order before he comes impatiently waiting for his appearance. A short guy walked towards me swiftly and sat in front of me smiling.

“I am sorry, I can blame the traffic for my fifteen minutes delay but that will not work out. My ‘sorry’ is for being the reason to make a ‘beautiful girl wait for me’ here!

Impressive!! His Pleasant tone snatched my attention and my impatience vanished. I could see him only till his waist, white full shirt with branded watch on his wrist, half bald, smiling face, brown eyes behind specs would just add to his looks. Over all Hunky-dory type, not so bad neither very good. His words praising me as ‘beautiful’ had actually blocked my throat with shining eyes. I dint expect him to speak so. Well, I think he knows many formulae to impress girls. All girls will be on moon for a while when they listen that they are beautiful. (Inwardly murmured and chuckled)

“You arrrrrr……?????”(though I had searched his profile picture day before in FB, had to ask his identity as if I dint know who he was)

“Samarth, K Samarth” (We both shook our hands)

“I have seen you before in a function. My parents had seen you there and forwarded my proposal to your home”.

“Oh! Okay, Nice to meet you”. (I smiled)

“Pleasure is mine to meet you”.

He saw the coke ordered from me and continued his words “I think 15 minutes made you little impatient, excuse me for that”

I dint know how to act on that, simply said “It’s okay”

“I know about you, graduated from RVCE right”?

“Yes”.

“I completed my MBA in SPJ, working for Reliance. I am a marketing guy, VP of our branch!!”

“Oh!”(My father had told me about him, about his age around 30, high profile and very well settled. Now I got the meaning of the word ‘well settled’)

All his words were real killer, I don’t mind if my husband his little flirt. Some girls do like gentleman-flirt. I said to myself and asked him…

“Where do you stay”?

“Nearby, just ten minutes drive from here. One year ago purchased a duplex flat for me. Parents don’t stay here; they like to live in the village.”

I just smiled dint say anything; he completely took away all the conversation from my side. He explained what he is, what he feels about relationship, dreams, carrier path etc. whenever he paused, I just added to his words letting him know about my expectations. Almost a hour clocked.

He continued his monologue, “I am a marketing guy, my words may appear as little pampering about myself. Can’t help, Sometimes we have to market our self!”

I giggled and changed the topic asking him to tell about his hobbies and friends.

“Hobbies not much, friends too many, I am sure you are not in mood to know about those, but I should tell you about one thing”

“About what”?(questioned him with surprise)

“I don’t like to hide anything, I had a girl friend”

 “What”?!!(I felt like someone slapped me when I was dreaming)

“Yes, just my past. Nothing like in serious relationship”

“oh” (I just gasped with lot of questions in my mind)

Had lot of ambiguity about their relationship and tossed mind with various queries, girl’s shyness stopped me to know more about it!

“We do have a common friend. You know Kiran right?”(he asked)

“Kiran, that fair guy? Yes. We are hi-bye friends, he was my class mate”.

“Yup, that same guy, he is my junior”

“Oh is it?      Okay.”

“I think you will be late, I will be waiting for your reply.”

He was quick enough to wrap our conversation, giving me hint named ‘Kiran’, to know more about him!

With silence, greeted him loosely and stood up.

He relaxed, without getting up from his place softly told, “Don’t go with my past, nothing intense in it.     I have long back shift deleted it from my life” he smiled.

I could not say anything, with little relief smiled towards him and walked away from the site.I immediately dialed Kiran’s number in parking lot and talked to him for ten minutes. He was prepared long back to all my questions I guess. He sensibly answered all my concerns indirectly. Though we dint had frequent communication after college days, but still I was comfortable asking him some of my questions. Nothing much in Samarth’s past was the summary.

With lot of uncertainties, questions and little fear, reached PG after twenty minutes drive from there.

My best friend Rohini was excited to know the updates.

She asked “Yesterday or today”?

I knew what she was asking; I asked softly “What”?

“Don’t act much, tell me what happened” (she shouted)

I said “I am confused”

The most comfort zone for any girl is friends circle. We can act, cry, share fight or do whatever we want. The company will be still more meaningful when best friends, who knows about us very well just stay with us. Rohini was one among those. I explained her about both of them. Each conversation was replayed with mimic. It was common for us in that fashion.I explained her how my mind is tossing up and down with Samarth’s past and Siddhant’s future!!

Making her to understand each sensible points, I asked her “If you were in my place, which one you would go with?  Yesterday or today?” I asked her with curiosity. She started to laugh loudly and said

“Neither of them dear, I would run with your X crush long back”!!!

                                                 

                                           Last part to be continued…….. J

AT THE JUNCTION

                                                       At The Junction

 --When relationship tweets, practicality bounced

I am just 24. I really don’t understand that why my mom is too much worried about my marriage. Most of the Indian mother’s do worry especially when their daughters cross 20, no wonder why my mom was also concerned about me.

Still, is it too early or the right time?

Peep Peep…. Oh!

Cacophony from the back awaked me from my thought. I handled my scooty well and retarded its speed.

I am good on riding it, especially better I feel when my silky hairs swing back and idiot boys gaze at me. We do act as if we did not see anything, ignoring their pestered eyes and funky acts.

Fluttering mind ……

Common …..Be careful while riding, at least on traffic entangled roads. (I warned myself)

I should meet a guy in CCD and convey my opinion to parents about him. This proposal was from my mother’s side.

Elders don’t have much work apart from reckoning  within the  group and finding a match. They could have left us as per our wish.

But…..

I parked my Scooty in the parking lot it was 5:50 evening. We were supposed to meet on time at 6.

On time!

Well, we never come on time especially when some guy wait for us.

“How will he realize our value unless we mean it”? (I giggled myself and looked around to make sure that none are observing me)

I cannot follow that theory; I believe that those who value time will succeed easily. Let me see how punctual he is. I walked pompously to gain attention of others and sat in the corner table of CCD. Today corner seat was important for our conversation.  

One point which made me bewildered is thinking about my parents, how those orthodox minds compelled me to be seated here alone?!!! Well, time has ability to change every ones point of view. I thought myself while my cell phone rang; this is the same number which was texted earlier from my father.

“May I speak to Shilpa Kashyap”? (His voice was rough-not as sweet as flirty boys)

“Yes”.  “Is it Sidharth”?

“Yup”

“I am on time and waiting in CCD” (my voice rattled)

“I am also on time; let me know where you are”(he tuned his voice with confidence)

“Could you please come towards the corner table, just near the glass window…”

“Yup got it …Coming”

Blue Jeans,( not a branded one I guess),grey shirt ,black shoes , nice belt stiffed his waist. Bit dark in complex and fat, still looked handsome and cool because of his cute smile. J

He walked towards me in hurry and greeted me with firm hand shake. He dint see into my eyes. I observed his shyness.

He said “Nice meeting you”. I smiled gazing into his eyes.

He started staring at me keeping mum. He dint know how to start the conversation..!   

It happens…I understood the situation and bold enough to break the silence.“Yes”

“I came to know from my father that you completed your BE and working for a private company” (I asserted in querying tone)

“Where were you graduated?” Waiter interrupted us and asked what can I serve?

He gestured towards me and asked to place an order. One Coffee coak float for me.

“What will you have”? I asked him.

“I am okay with anything”. Looking to the waiter requested

Same one more please…

“I did my BE in BMS college of engineering (he said proudly with his chest raised),You”?

I smiled again and said RVCE.

“Oh!” (His twinkling eyes paused and raised shoulder s lowered)

Later, I was just monologuing throughout our conversation; he nodded his head for all my words. (What kind of a guy he is? he don’t speak much, agrees to whatever I say)

I was about to conclude that certainly not the one whom I am looking for, and simply asked,

“Tell me something about your friends”.

(This question peddled us together to have an intense conversation I guess and he did not reply in one liner as before)

 “I don’t have too many friends; just a few good guys from my school days .He smiled and continued, I don’t have any girl friend, neither past nor now.

Is that what your question intended to know?”

This words startled me and made me to think, (he is not so dumb)

With grinning face I replied,

“Okay, I do like to hear about your past life at least for the sake of curiosity .Nothing else, don’t mind…...

“We girls are little practical you know…..”

He raised his eyebrows and said,

“Yup, girls are so much practical that as a result sometimes they backstage themselves even after an option to have good boys” he chuckled.

“What? Excuse me!!”

“Nothing, I just remembered my friends dialogue” (He raised his voice with firmness)

He started to brief about his future plans, interest, dream, expectations etc  etc…

All his words were precise and perfect. No wonder why he was TL convincing his costumers and team mates.

“Hmmm, not bad as I thought before” (I said to myself)

Meanwhile my cell phone started to sing…Dad’s number flashed on the screen, disconnected it.

Taking that as an opportunity, I said..

“Well it was nice meeting you, I will be late, It is already 6:40”.

He looked into my eyes and replied,

“Okay, I liked you, take your time and let me know your opinion”

I dint know what to say, I just widened my lips and got up from the chair,

He stood up and said,

”My wife whomever it might be, she can expect lots of love from me” (Oh! What a dialogue, I dint expect this words from him)

This forced me to smile towards him and also triggered within.

He again greeted me with handshake, took his purse and kept some notes on the bill.

I walked away towards the door and dialed my cell phone.

My father was excited and asked about him,

I said, give me some time Dad.

I think my mom snatched the mobile from my father’s hand and put back the same question..

I shouted” mom” (at least dragging that word “mom” for 4 seconds)

She dint listen to me, started to enquire too much. Slowly she lowered her voice and said,

“Take your time shilpa; anyhow you have to meet another guy tomorrow.

A MBA guy.

Well settled and highly educated more than you”.

I shouted” What”?

She ignored my loud shout, “Let me know after you meet the next option.”

(OH). I said “Okay”

                                                            

                                                        To be continued………

ಮನದ ಬಣ್ಣ

ಎಂದೋ ಗೀಚಿದ ಹರಿದ ಹಾಳೆಯ ಹಿಡಿದು

ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ಬಣ್ಣವನು ಬಳಿಯುವೆನು ಇಂದು

ಬದಲದ     ಭಾವನೆಯು  ಚಿತ್ತಾರ ಆದಲ್ಲಿ
ಮೂಡುವುದು  ಕಾಡಿರುವ ಕಲ್ಪನೆಯ ಸಿಂಧು


ನೆನಪಿನಂಗಳದಲ್ಲಿ  ಹೀಗೆಯೇ ಕಾಡುತಿರೆ,
ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಬಿಡಿಸುವೆನು  ನೆನವುಗಳನ್ನು. 
ಇರುವ  ಬಣ್ಣಗಳನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ  ಒಪ್ಪ್ಪಾಗಿ  ಹಚ್ಚುತಲಿ
ಪಡೆದುಬಿಡು ಜೀವವನು  ನಾಚಿಸುತ ನನ್ನು!


ಇರದ  ನಲ್ಮೆಯ ಮಾತು ,ಮನಸಿನಂಗಳ   ಆಗಿ
ತುಂಬಿಕೊಂಡಿದೆ ನಯನ, ಬೆಳಕನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ  ಬಿರಿದು.
ಮಿಡಿಯದ   ಮೌನವನು, ಮರೆತಿರುವ  ಮಧುರವನು
ತಿರುವಿದೆನು ಬಣ್ಣದಲಿ  ಸೆಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆರೆತು.


ಎಲ್ಲ ಬಣ್ಣಗಳು ಹಾಗೆ  ಗರಿಗೆದರಿ ಬಾನಿನಲಿ  
ಹಾರುತಿದೆ ಹಕ್ಕಿಗಳ ಹಿಂಡು ಹಿಡಿದು!
ಹರಿದ ಹಾಳೆಯ ಮೇಲೆ ಬೆರೆತ ವರ್ಣವು ಈಗ
ಮೆರೆದು ಮಾಡಿತು  ಮೋಡಿ, ಆಗಸದಿ ನೋಡು!

NEGI

                                       Negi

                                            when negativity slides.....

           Piercing sunshine dint allow me to sleep more. Numb mind was trying to widen my eye lid. I dint .Still gloomed, trying to cover my eyes .Uh! Something bit me.

What is this?  Ants!!!! Shit. Finally had to open my eyes and face the heat.

Oh my God! Where I am? Sleeping on the foot path! Did I booze so much yesterday?

My friend yash, “ Saale bill pay kiya ki nahi?” I mourned myself. I was alone sprawling on the foot path. Shocked, quickly got up.

Tea waala was gazing at me; I smiled to him and asked

“What is the Time?”

10:10. 10:10!

Yash wanted me to drop till my home. I refused. I dint know that I will sleep here like a carcass. It’s already late to my work. My home is not so far from here just 2 stops away.

Thank God I had slept near bus stop and not on the road. Good ‘Negi’ (I call myself as ‘Negi’ – as I will be always in the negative pool) you saved yourself last night. Hmmm See’s like 201 is coming, I will go in this bus.

Yash had given party yesterday for his first job in call centre. After long time we met together for his happiness. He was the only friend left. Well how can a black sheep have more true friends (‘Negi’ zoomed)? Conductor shouted at me,

“Yellige?” (Asking where)   I told next stop. I slipped my hands in my pocket searching for my wallet,

Uh! I lost it? Looked back his face tensed, he was craving for the money which won’t be accounted for government for sure. I said “Purse mart hoytu”(forgot my purse). He immediately throttled me and pushed away from the slow moving bus.

Man! Well it is not your fault. It is all Negi’s. Though you could allow me till next stop, you won’t. As my ‘Negi’ will cover at each point of my life.

When she could dump me and move on then why not you man? One similarity is that , whenever someone had left me “I never had my wallet”!. Hmmm. As usual ill convince with my ‘Negi’s’ words and be quite. To be frank it feels great when we realize that “God has always a better option to our loved ones.”! But inadmissible fact is that we try to be that better option. :D

‘Negi’ laughed; surprised by my sense of humor which was lost long back when I started my unemployment carrier. When BE graduates roam with me searching jobs then why not a BA candidate? See this is how ‘Negi’ will support me when I am depressed. I knew my degree won’t make my bread. I was desperate to do business, dreaming to become boss. But, how could I ask my mom, who was struggling just to feed me? I would never expect anything more from a widow.

Today I was suppose to go for an interview,’sales executive’ post in one of the MNC.

It is already 10:25; by the time I reach there it will be late. May be security guard won’t allow me inside, Negi advised me. As I had already lost my hopes and confidence long back, no wonder he advised as so. Yash called me,

“Kaha pe ho” ?

I lied – “Ghar mein” (Though I was still walking to my home). I had lost honesty long back. Honesty was supposed to be my image early days. Now I change myself as per situation. People call it as manipulation for ones benefit. Negi took it as substantial evidence and masked my honesty.

I dint want him to know anything about my stay last night. He continued, asking me to forward my CV to him. He wanted me to join his call centre along with him. He believed that, even I could get in. Well, only one thing which I can exalt about myself is communication skills, which I had used to goof many people nowadays. Especially those, who lend me some money keeping my honest image as security deposit.

For the first time ‘Negi’ was quite. Surprisingly ‘Negi’ thought he will make it there. Till how long will GOD make me to wander around? I forwarded my CV to Yash through nearby internet centre. I knew the owner, who was kind enough each time, without asking me anything would let me in. I think I am taking advantage of his goodness. Each time deceived him for not paying the money.

I dint know why I was hoping to get in there.

Like all, think little negatively in their positive approach, me for the first time thought positive in my negative world. I was referring the term belief after long time. Waited for a chance to prove myself, tough time had taken me to the verge of my life.

I got a call from them. They want to see my communication skill. Finally, I think I will make it. Thank you my friend. You don’t know what you did for me, I stated myself. This time ‘Negi’ dint speak anything.

This should be a positive omen; I tried to bolster myself through regaining the lost hopes. Started to review my CV, though it dint had anything to showcase, still had to cook something. I should give my best, I am not so dull, but still evaluators go with my marks.

On that day had to shave and dress properly. Took my marks sheet and said this is my last attempt. Do or die. Marks card turned its face other side, as if it was not feeling my pain. Let me get a job, First thing is to take a nice file for you. I have to take care of my mother. Poor lady struggled a lot in her life. I pleaded to GOD, Please Please…this is my last attempt please….otherwise… I will….. Uh! Nope ‘Negi’ nope.

I cleared first round. It was my routine in most of the interviews. But the moment when it was face to face, couldn’t face it. Words were swallowed unknowingly. Fear of losing was so much piled on me to such an extent that all my communication skills went as a puff. I had no clue, what’s happening now. I just gazed his face, after introduction of mine. I again shivered. I think he noticed me. He asked me some general questions, I dint know what I answered to him. Interviewer questioned me,

 “What were you doing after studies? “

I thought to say that I was searching job for almost one year!, how can I? I kept quite. He asked me about my hobbies, I stammered.

“Thanks for your valuable time”. I asked “What?”

He smiled and said we will let you know in a while. Please be seated out. My “Negi” smiled inside. I understood the reason behind “my negis” silence in last 1 day. I seated back. Many candidates were waiting for their chance. One was eager to know about the questions and asked me, “What did he ask Mrrrrrrr…” I was unable to hear him completely though he was sitting next to me. All the images were blurred. He queried again, I was just looking at him.

After some time, HR came out and started to announce the candidate’s name. One by one. X, y, z…..he dint call my name! I felt like I am not just done with this interview, also with my life. I am fit for nothing. No wonder why I lose everything. I started to walk back with the numb mind and heavy heart. I felt nothing left, not even my only support “Negi” started to rain. I cried and  sat on the foot path. I dint know what to do. What I could clearly see was just the moving vehicles. I lost my consciousness for a moment. I was about to walk on that murderous road without my sense….

Suddenly my phone rung and I was back. I said Hello,

“Is it Mr. Niranjan? “(Negi) I said “yes”.

You are selected for our ad-agency as a design specialist, kindly come to our office and complete the formalities. This time HR words were clear to me. I doubted it as a prank, but nope. HR was professional in her communication. How can this be possible? Is that a cross communication? I asked her, when did the interview happen? She replied,

“Mr. Niranjan we had organized a painting competition in which your sketch has appealed the most from others. It is very different and unique. We really appreciate your talent and offer you a position here. We got your number from your friend Yash who had sent the entry for it along with your qualification, if you are interested then kindly come and work with us ASAP”. Oh!

  My eyes filled again, this time due to over joy. I remembered that long back I had gifted my paint to my friend on his birthday. Finally I dint end, it was just a start. The darkest phase of my life turned to move towards hope. A ray of light blessed my dark life.

“Negi” where are you? No answer from him. I succeeded after losing much. I think loss and gain is the 2 equal opposite faces of a single coin. I ran towards the office and collected my offer letter. Euphoria was un- expressible. I just went home and hugged my mom. I could see the happiness in her through her eyes. This was the moment which I was waiting from long time.

I started to work. No wonder why I was famous there. All my experience and pain had framed different designs. Good start to my carrier, I started to believe firmly.

After some days, I logged in to my FB account in which many had sent friend request. I was happy to see them there. I was shocked to see the girl’s request, who had dumped me long back. I checked her profile pictures in hurry. She was the same girl, for whom once I had lost myself. Said Wa! “Negi” I know you died. You should see this man.      I was eager to see the relationship status of her, went to the page…system Hanged at the same time. Uh!  

“I had to restart my system”. J

ಸಾಧಿಸು

                                                          
ಎರಡೇ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆಗೆ ಹೆದ್ದಾರಿ ಮುಗಿಯುವುದೆ?                                        
ಮುಗಿದಲ್ಲಿ ಮಗದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಬದಲಿಹುದು ನಿಯತಿ.
ಎರಡೇ ದಿನದಲ್ಲಿ ತಿಳಿಯನ್ನು ಅರಿಯುವುದೇ?
ಅರಿತರು ಅರಿಯದಿಹ ಪ್ರಕ್ರತಿಯ ನೀತಿ.


ಕನಸನ್ನೇ ಮನಸೆಲ್ಲ ನೇಯುತ್ತ ಹೋದರೆ
ಮಾಡದ ಮನಸೇನು ಮಾಡುವುದು ಹೇಳು?
ಇರುವ ಸೊಗಸನ್ನು ಸವಿಯುತ್ತ ಹೋದಲ್ಲಿ
ಸೊಗಸಿಗು ಮಿಗಿಲಾದ ಸಿಹಿ ಸಿಗುವುದೇನು?


ಸಾಧನೆಯು ಸಾಕೆಂದು ,ಸಾಗದೆಯೇ ನೀನಿಂದು
ಜೀವನವ ಸಾಗಿಸುತ , ಸೋಲುತಿರೆ ಅಂದು,
ಮುಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹಿಂದೆಂದು ,ಕಾಡದ ಕನಸುಗಳು
ಕಾಡುವುದು ಕಹಿಯಾಗಿ ಜೀವನಕೆ ಇಂದು!


ಕನಸನ್ನು ಅಟ್ಟದಿರು, ಸಾಕೆಂದು ಸರಿಯದಿರು,
ಸಾಧನೆಯ ಶಿಖರವನು ಹತ್ತಿಬಿಡು ಬಂದು
ಮಾಡದ ಮನಸನ್ನು ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ ಮಾಡಿಬಿಡು
ಕಲ್ಪನೆಗೂ ಮಿಗಿಲಾದ ಮುಗಿಲಿಹುದು ಮುಂದು.


"ಕಲ್ಪನೆಗೂ ಮಿಗಿಲಾದ ಮುಗಿಲಿಹುದು ಮುಂದು !!!"
                           
                       --ವೀರಭದ್ರ ಎಸ್ ಹೆಗಡೆ

ಮುಗ್ದ ಯಾರು?

ಅಜನೊಮ್ಮೆ  ಕುಂಭಿನಿಯ ಒಳಹೊಕ್ಕಿ ನೋಡಿದನು           

ಮುಗುದತೆಯ ಮಾನ ದಂಡ ಹಿಡಿದು

ಸುಜನರ ಮುಖವಾಡ ಕಳಚಿಟ್ಟು ಕಂಡನು

ಪ್ರೇತಗಳ ದಂಡಲ್ಲಿ  ಮುಗ್ದ ಯಾರು?

ಆಕೆ ಇರಬಹುದೇ ? ಈತನ್ಯಾಕಲ್ಲ?

ಇಣುಕಿದನು - ಅಳುಕಿದನು ಮರುಗಿದನು 

ಮುಗ್ದನನು ಕಾಣದೆಯೇ ದಿಗಿಲಾದನು

ಏಕೆಂದರೆ ಕಾರ್ಮೋಡದಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲ  ಬ್ರಂಗ ಬಿಂದು

ಶಾಂತಿಯ ಬೆನ್ನೇರಿ ಸತ್ಯದ ಕುದುರೆಯಲಿ

ಹೊರಟಿಹನು ಹುಡುಕಲು ಮುಗುದ ಜೀವ 

ಎಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲೂ ನಕಾರ ಕಾಮಕ್ಕೆ ಆಕಾರ

ನನ್ನ  ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯೇ ಎಂದು ಪ್ರಶ್ನಿಸಿದನು

ಕಪಟತನವು   ಮೆರಗಿಹುದು,ಮುಗುದತೆಯು ಮರಗಿಹುದು

ಓಂಕಾರದಲ್ಲೆಲ್ಲ ವಿಕಾರದ ಕುರುಹು 

ಅದೇ ಮಸನದಲಿ ಅನು  ದಿನವು ಹುಡುಕಿದರೂ

 ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಕರ್ತನ  ಸುತ್ತ ಅಂಧ ಸಾಲು!

ಕೊನೆಗೂ ಫಲಿಸಿತ್ತು ಅಜನ ಶೋಧ

ತಾಯಿಯ  ಗರ್ಭದಲಿ ಒಳಹೊಕ್ಕಿ ಕಂಡನು

ಅರಳಿತ್ತು ಅಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಮುಗುದ ಹೂವು

"ಇರುವ ಮುಗುದತೆಯೆಲ್ಲ ಜೀವ ತಳೆದು"

      ---ವೀರಭದ್ರ ಎಸ್ ಹೆಗಡೆ 

ಸುತ್ತಲು ಪತಿವ್ರತದ ಬೇಲಿ ಹಾಕಿ

ಕಣ್ಣರಳಿಸುತ್ತ ಕಾಯುವಳು 

ಸುತ್ತಲು ಪತಿವ್ರತದ ಬೇಲಿ ಹಾಕಿ

ಕನವರಿಸುತ್ತ ಮಲಗಿದಳು 

ಕಾಮದ ನೆರಳನ್ನು ಆಚೆ ನೂಕಿ

ಅತ್ತಿತ್ತ-ಇತ್ತತ್ತ ಮುತ್ತಿಹರು ದಾನವರು

ಸತ್ತ ಸಾತ್ವಿಕದ ಅಂಚಿನಲ್ಲಿ

ಎತ್ತಲು ಕಾಣದಯೇ ಪತಿದೈವ ಬಾರದಯೇ 

ಶಪಿಸುತ್ತ ಸಾಯುವಳೇ ಲಂಕೆಯಲ್ಲಿ? 

ಮರುಕವನು ತೊಡದೆಯೇ ಸೆರಗಿನಲಿ ಬಚ್ಚಿಟ್ಟು

ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ರಾಮನ ಸ್ಮರಣೆಯನು ಹೂತಿಟ್ಟು 

ಬೆರಗಾದ ಬಾವುಲಿಗೆ ಬುಸುಗುಡುವಳು

ಇಂದು ಬಂದಿಹ ಹನುಮ ಎಂದು ಬರುವನು ರಾಮ?

ಎಂದು ಯುಗ-ಯುಗಕು ಸೀತೆ ಪ್ರಲಾಪಿಸಿಹಳು

ಅನುದಿನವು ಅಸುನೀಗಿ ಭಾವನೆಗೆ ಬಲವಾಗಿ

ಕಟ್ಟೆಯನು ಕಣ್ಣೀರು ಕೊರೆದೊರಟಿತು

ಕಾಮುಕನ ಕಡಿದರು ವನವಾಸ ತೊರೆದರು

ಅಂತ್ಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಆಗಬೇಕೆ ಅಗ್ನಿಗೆ ತುತ್ತು?

ಕಣ್ಮುಚ್ಚುತ್ತ ಕಾದಳು

"ಸುತ್ತಲು ಪತಿವ್ರತದ ಬೇಲಿ ಹಾಕಿ"

       -ವೀರಭದ್ರ ಎಸ್ ಹೆಗಡೆ  

ಹಾಗೆ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ....

ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಎಂದು ಏಕೆ ಬಿಡಬೇಕು ಬಾಯಿ?

ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಎಂದು ಏಕೆ ಬಿಡಬೇಕು ಬಾಯಿ?

ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಪೂರವನ್ನೇ ಹರಿಸುತ್ತಿಲ್ಲವೇ,

ನಮ್ಮ ನಿಮ್ಮೆಲರ ತಾಯಿ?

                          ----ವೀರಭದ್ರ ಎಸ್ ಹೆಗಡೆ