Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Adviser

Adviser


My dear adviser
Why are you not so nearer
Of course adviser’s wont
Really be adviser
If they are not closer

We seek advice from adviser
Who has advice because of 
Their bundle of experiences

It’s not a day they wish
Us to put in wrong floor
But they are  not only an adviser 
With words to motivate to make us cooler

Oh I got an adviser
Whose advice's I respect a lot
Pot full of thanks is not enough to say
But hopefully like to show some of my play...

I miss that adviser
Who is far from now
But lucky at least
I get some advice anyhow

Advice’s I got not only 
On simple facts
But some were helped to
Overcome  relational facts

Advisers won’t be same
But my adviser has no fame
Because that adviser has
Got experience in lane...
Whose words played over when I was alone in plane...

                                                 Penned by :- Dhananjay Kumar

Saturday, 4 February 2012

A Visit

A Visit


A day on my visit to college
with unexpected call to come
I didn’t come on special days... 
But visit gave me unbelievable results 

Department was full of lectures.lectures...lectures...
With talks went with them hours hours & hours
I did ask an advice to know it all...
But got load s of experience from all

It was absolute time to ask
Because they were on free Friday at all
Thanks to all whose advice made to overcome from fall
With laughs fun and memories to share
Never thought such a previous hour went in AIR

On my way to return 
Remembered a thing, ohhh!!! I have to return
I called back that girl, with a sweet
Memory she gave to write
With a sweet I gave on behalf to eat...

There was another sweetest 
Standing beside with a smile
With smile was so sweet
As she was strong; P...

I know I’m not wrong
Because she too was
Once a classmate to get
A smile at all...

Some felt I didn’t talk
Face to face
But I was confused too
Whom should I first face to face

Later with friends was
Hug, talks with scoldings
With fun & chat
Eyes closed from behind....

It was a sweet visit
I never expected such a visit after all
By sweetest friends whose smile
Were so sweet to watch all all and all....

Happy I was whole day about visit
I’m thankful to that girl
Who gave me a call,
To return something...
Made the visit sweetest memory after all.... 


                                                                   Penned by :- Dhananjay Kumar

Sunday, 8 January 2012

Best Friends is what we used to say !!

Best Friends is what we used to say !!


It was supposed to be me and you.
Best friend till the end,
Well that’s what we used to say.
You were my best friend and I was yours.
We told each other things that no one else knew.
You knew me like the back of your hand.
May be that’s why it was so easy for you to turn around.
Did I even mean anything to you?
I always wondered what I did so bad that made you go away.
Is that you got a friend better than me?
But I hope you remember,
Am always there for you, No matter to what extent you ignore.

                                                                                               • míکbáh

Thursday, 5 January 2012

Divya's Mehandi Arts

Divya's Mehandi Arts


















                                                                        By :- Divyashri Bhat

टूटी उम्मीद

टूटी उम्मीद


मैं थी अनजान इन लोगों से
कभी न सामना किया मुश्किलों से
थी मैं अपनी ही दुनिया में
दूर थी अजनबी रिश्तों से

तकदीर ने लिया इम्तिहान
एह से बढ़कर एक थे सवाल
मुरझा गयी मैं शाम ढलने पर
फिर जोड़ लिया अपनी हिम्मत

बीते पल बीते साल
अपने बने दिल के पार
नए रिश्ते लायी बहार
चली मैं नदी के उस पार

तनहा ज़िन्दगी में कोई न पाया
घम को ख़ुशी में भी छुपाया
लेकर मैं बैठी थी उम्मीदें
आके कोई दे मुझे सहारा

सुनली मेरी बात
आ गया कोई थामने मेरा हाथ
शायद कुछ ही दिनों का मेहमान
देने पल दो पल का साथ

रह गयी मैं अकेली
कोई इस पार न उस पार
पलकों में छुपाये आसूं
काट रही हूँ ये सूनाह राह !

                                                                 द्वारा लिखित :- आद्रिका राइ
      

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Thinker talks

Thinker talks

Thinkers always talk,
With themselves and their heart.
Whether they are alone or not,
Their mind continues to work.

They keep on thinking on something,
And deeply analyzing,
If right is this or wrong?!!
Specially when they are alone.

They need not find topics to think,
For their mind and vision,
Is two times faster than a wink,
Their thought may be even about a silly pink.

Thought may be about a silly pink.
A silly pink having different link,
Each conveying different things.
But over all its just about a pink.

Their vision usually captures,
Minor things that passes them.
Their ears usually records,
Minor words that it hears.

Finally comes the work of brain,
It processes these video and audios.
It decides over the context,
But the decision is usually temporary.

The decision is usually temporary,
For the decision in most case,
Is two times slower compared to,
A walk of an ant.

As like smiling at oneself,
Is a smile from depth of heart,
Thinking or talking to oneself is a,
Thought or talk from depth of heart.

It is a thinker's thought;
It is a thinker's talk.

                                                                -Ranjitha Hegde.R
                                                                R.R.Hegde

Monday, 2 January 2012

Experiences


Experiences


Experiences can always be shared,
Because they are just like a shade.
This comparison may sound strange,
But, No doubt it meets expected range.

Shade under tree gives real relaxation,
But shade under roof gives just sensation.
Personal experiences brings out reality,
Where as experienced words,a philosophy.

Every experiences gives extentions,
In walking towards your intentions;
By covering up few distances, always
Helping in way to your destinations.

Always do pay your attentions,
Towards your past experience;
To build up a better tomorrows,
That includes very least sorrows.

As worst is your experience today,
You will learn the more for next day.
Be happy for your best experiences,
And at least neutral for your worst.
                                   
Take your experiences as a knowledge
Which for you is a kind of privilege, for
“Experiences can make man perfect,
There,where man makes it perfect”.

                                     
                                              Ranjitha.Hedge.R
                                                (R.R.Hegde)

ಪ್ರೀತಿ

ಪ್ರೀತಿ


ಎರಡು ನಿಮಿಷದ ನೋಟದ ನಂತರ;
ನಿನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣು ನಿನ್ನ ಹಿಡಿತದಲ್ಲಿರದೆ;
ಆಕೆಯ ಸೌಂದರ್ಯದೆಡೆಗೆ ವಾಲೀ;
ಹೃದಯವು ಆಕೆಯ ನಾಮ ಜಪಿಸುತ್ತ;
ಮನಸ್ಸು ಆಕೆಯನ್ನೇ ಬಯಸಿದರೆ;
ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ಮೂಡುವ ಆ ಭಾವನೆ;
ಅದು ಪ್ರೀತಿಎಂಬುವುದೊಂದು ಕಲ್ಪನೆ .

ಈ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯೆಂಬ ವ್ಯಮೊಹದಲ್ಲಿ;
ಮರೆತು ನಿನ್ನ ವಿದ್ಯಾಭ್ಯಾಸವನ್ನು; 
ಹದಿಹರೆಯದ ಈ ವಯಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲೇ;
ನಿನ್ನ ಭವಿಷ್ಯವನ್ನೇಕೆ ಕೊಲ್ಲುತೀ...?!!!
ನಿಜವಾದ ಪ್ರೀತಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣೆದುರೇ ಇದೆ,
ಅದ ನೀ ಮರೆತಿರಬಹುದು;
ಆದರೆ ನಿನ್ನ ತಾಯಿಗದು ನೆನಪಿದೆ. 

                                            - ರಂಜಿತಾ ಹೆಗ್ಡೆ.ಆರ್ 
 

ನೋವು

ನೋವು
ತನ್ನ ನೋವು ತನಗೇ ಅದು ಅರ್ಥವಾಗುವುದು. ನೋವು... ಅದನ್ನ ಹೋಲಿಸಲಾಗದು.
 ಜೀವನವೆಂಬ ಪಯಣದಲ್ಲಿ,
ತಮ್ಮವರಿಂದ ದೂರವಾದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಅನುಭವಿಸುವಂತಹ ನೋವು,
ಅನುಭವಿಸಿದವರಿಗೇ ಅದರ ಅರಿವು.
ಹಲವು ಸಮಯಗಳುರುಳಿದ ನಂತರ,
ತನ್ನವರನ್ನು ಸಿಕ್ಕಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ದೂರವಾಗುವಾಗ ,
ಆಕೆಯು ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ಪಡುವ ವ್ಯಸನ,
ಉಂಟುಮಾಡುವುದು ಮನಸ್ಸಿನ ದಹನ .
ತನ್ನ ಜೀವನದ ಕೊನೆಗಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಇದ್ದೊರ್ವ ಮಗನನ್ನು ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡಲ್ಲಿ,
ಆ ತಾಯಿಯು ಪಡುವಂತಹ ಅಳಲು,
ಅದನ್ನು ಆಕೆಯೇ ಬಲ್ಲಳು .
ಭುವಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಮಗುವಾಗಿ ಜನ್ಮ ತಾಳಿದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಹೆತ್ತವರ ಮೊಗವನ್ನೇ ನೋಡದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಆಕೆಯ ಜೀವನವೇ ಒಂದು ದುರಂತ,
ಆಕೆಗೇ ಗೊತ್ತು ಆ ನೂವೇನಂತ.
ಹೆಣ್ಣೆಂದು ತನ್ನವರಿಂದ ಶೋಷಿತಳಾದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಶೈಶವದಲ್ಲೇ ದುಃಖಅನುಭವಿತಳಾದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಅವಳು ಪಡುವಂತಹ ಆಂತರಿಕ ಶೋಕ,
ಅವಳಿಗೇ ತಿಳಿದಿಹುದು ಆಕೆಯ ದುಃಖ.
ಪ್ರಿಯ ಪ್ರಾಣಿಯ ದೇಹಾಂತ್ಯವಾದಲ್ಲಿ ,
ತನ್ನ ಕಂಬನಿಯು ಪರರಿಗೆ ಹಾಸ್ಯವಾದಲ್ಲಿ,
ಅವಳು ಪಡುವಂತಹ ವೈರಾಗ್ಯ,
ತರುವುದು ಅವಳಲ್ಲಿ ನೈಜ್ಯ ನೈಚ್ಯ .

                                                            - ರಂಜಿತಾ ಹೆಗ್ಡೆ.ಆರ್

Know the value!!!

Know the value!!!
 


Value of person is not felt,

When she sticks to you day and night,
Their value is known only when,
They walk out of your life then.

She irritates me with questions numerous,

She always prays for my future to be prosperous,
she pinch, slap and quarrel with me a lot,
she binds me with her unseen sweared knot.

She loves me even though i am rude,

She bares all my dudy attitude,
Now i know her importance in my life,
Her existence in equivalent to that of wife.

- Giridhar Pai