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Thursday, August 30, 2012. The primordial moment had come to pass, to form a divine paradox. There was nothing called the night or day,. Nor the forces that have their way,. Neither the space for matter to rest; to move or stay at anyone's behest. Engulfed in vast waters it laid, where there was no "deathlessness" or death. Of such an ocean, who can tell? How many fathoms was its depth? To look over this no Gods were there, for there were no heavens from which to stare. How could it, upon itself, bear?

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THE RAMBLING MINSTREL: November 2010

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Thursday, November 25, 2010. The sky had swallowed the sun,. The reign of the night had begun. Fear crept into the boys heart. He shivered, with out knowing to do what. He could hear voices under his bed. Listening to them he crouched with dread. And tried to make out what the voices said. To see where the conversation led. They were different kind of voices. Some would whisper, while some would chirp. And some wailed like the haunted seas,. Then there was the buzzing of the bees. View my complete profile.

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THE RAMBLING MINSTREL: Sailor

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Friday, April 22, 2011. When she jolts on the high seas,. I get shaken and can hardly sleep. The ocean below me, I know, is deep. And i feel numb, every time I peep. When I think of it, I tremble in terror. My heart is griped by constant fear. And when in need of some ease and calm,. I think of you, in my arms. Your face in my mind looks so sweet,. And me with hard ground under my feet,. That serene place where we always meet. And the soft grass beneath. Do u remember the scented breeze?

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THE RAMBLING MINSTREL: THE VOICES

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Thursday, November 25, 2010. The sky had swallowed the sun,. The reign of the night had begun. Fear crept into the boys heart. He shivered, with out knowing to do what. He could hear voices under his bed. Listening to them he crouched with dread. And tried to make out what the voices said. To see where the conversation led. They were different kind of voices. Some would whisper, while some would chirp. And some wailed like the haunted seas,. Then there was the buzzing of the bees. Ketti avval se poem.

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THE RAMBLING MINSTREL: NOTHING TO IT

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Friday, April 22, 2011. Nothing is here, forever, to stay. You might say "No" Oh well, you may. But this is a fate we all do share. Unmindful of this,our lives, we bear. We love, only to loose. We laugh, only to cry. We loose, only to find again. We are born, only to die. One journey ends,for another to begin. We stay steadfast, only to give in. We correct mistakes, to make new ones. We laugh out loud, but cry with in. Why do we do this? If you are happy, laugh aloud. If you are angry, let it out loud.

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THE RAMBLING MINSTREL: The First Song

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Thursday, August 30, 2012. The primordial moment had come to pass, to form a divine paradox. There was nothing called the night or day,. Nor the forces that have their way,. Neither the space for matter to rest; to move or stay at anyone's behest. Engulfed in vast waters it laid, where there was no "deathlessness" or death. Of such an ocean, who can tell? How many fathoms was its depth? To look over this no Gods were there, for there were no heavens from which to stare. How could it, upon itself, bear?

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: June 2013

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Thursday, June 6, 2013. ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಯೂ! ಇದು ತೆಗೊಳಿ, ಹತ್ತು ರೂಪಾಯಿ, ಸೊಪ್ಪಿಂದು, ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸ್ ಅಮ್ಮ" ನನ್ನ ಬಾಯಿಂದ ಉವಾಚ. ನಮಗೆಂತಕ್ಕವ್ವಾ ತ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸು. ಬರ್ತಿನವ್ವ" ಎಂದು ಹೊರಟೇಬಿಟ್ಟಳು ಸೊಪ್ಪಿನವಳು. 'ಸೊಪ್ಪಮ್ಮ'ನ ಇಂಥ ಉತ್ತರ ಅಪೇಕ್ಷಿಸಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಸಾಮನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸ್ ...ನೀವು ಯಾರಿಗಾದರೂ 'ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸ್' ಅಥವ 'ಸಾssರಿ' ಹೇಳುವಾಗ ನಿಜವಾಗಿಯೂ ಮನಃಪೂರ್ವಕವಾಗಿ ಹೇಳುತ್ತೀರಾ? ಅಥವ just ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ ಬಲವೋ? ಮಣಿಕತೆ ಅರಿವಾಗಿ ಮನಃ ಸಂತೋಷಗೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತದೆ. ಗವಂತನಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಅನಂತಾನಂತಾನಂತ ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು. ನನ್ನ ಈ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಅಪ್ರಭಾವಿತ ಲೇ. ಮತ್ತೆ ಸಿಗೋಣ. Thursday, June 06, 2013. Links to this post. ಮಗ&#32...

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: September 2011

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Wednesday, September 28, 2011. ಕಲಸುಮೇಲೋಗರಕ್ಕೆ ಬಿಸಿ ಬಿಸಿ ತುಪ್ಪ. ಮನದಾಳದ ಮಾತು ಅರ್ಥೈಸಲು ಏಕಿಷ್ಟು ಕಷ್ಟ? ನನಗೆ ನಾನೇ ಒಂದು ಪ್ರಶ್ನಾರ್ಥಕ ಚಿನ್ಹೆ. ಯಾವುದೋ ಒಂದು ತಿಳಿಯದ ಹೆಬ್ಬಯಕೆ. ತಿಳಿದರೆ ಏನನ್ನಾದರೂ ಮಾಡಿ ಸಾಧಿಸಬಹುದಿತ್ತು. ಎಷ್ಟೋ ಕೆಲಸಗಳಿವೆ, ಮಾಡಲು ಮನಸ್ಸಿಲ್ಲ. ಏನೋ ಕಾತುರತೆ. ಆ ಕಾತುರತೆಗೆ ಅರ್ಥವಿಲ್ಲ. ಎಂಬ ಗಾಢ ಬೆಣ್ಣೆ ಮೇಲೆ ತೇಲುತ್ತದೆ. ಅನುಭವದ ಬೆಣ್ಣೆಯು, ಪ್ರೀತಿಪಾತ್ರರ 'ಸಹಕಾರ'. ವೆಂಬ ಬಾಣಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿಟ್ಟು, 'ಸ್ಫೂರ್ತಿ'. ಎಂಬ ಒಲೆಯಮೇಲಿರಿಸಿ, 'ದುಡಿಮೆ'. ಎಂಬ ಬೆಂಕಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಯಿಸಿದರೆ. ಆಹಾ! Wednesday, September 28, 2011. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: ಹರಿದ ಹತ್ತು ರೂಪಾಯಿ

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Friday, January 29, 2010. ಹರಿದ ಹತ್ತು ರೂಪಾಯಿ. ಉಸಿರಾಡುತಿದ್ದೆ ಹಾಯಾಗಿ,. ಜೀವಂತ ಮರವಾಗಿ,. ಬದುಕಿದ್ದೆ ನಾ ಪರರಿಗಾಗಿ,. ಪರರು ಕಡಿದರು ನನ್ನ ಅವರವರಿಗಾಗಿ. ತೀಡಿದರು ನನ್ನ ಹಾಳೆಯಾಗಿ,. ಕತ್ತರಿಸಲಂಕರಿಸಿ ಬಣ್ಣಬಣ್ಣವಾಗಿ,. ಟಂಕ ಠಸ್ಸೆಯ ಏಟು ತಿಂದಾಗಿ,. ಹೊರ ಬಂದೆ ನಾ ಹತ್ತು ರೂಪಾಯಾಗಿ. ಸಾರಿದರು ನನ್ನದಲ್ಲದ ಮೌಲ್ಯವ ಪರಿಪರಿಯಾಗಿ,. ಹಾರಿದೆ ನಾನು ಕೈಯ್ಯಿಂದ ಕೈ ಬದಲಾಗಿ,. ಬಡವರಿಗೆ ಬೇಕಾಗಿ, ಬಲ್ಲಿದಗೆ ಬೇಕಾರಾಗಿ,. ಓಡಿದೆ ನಾ ಹತ್ತು ರೂಪಾಯಾಗಿ. ಕೈಗಳಲಿ ಒದ್ದಾಡಿ,. ಒದ್ದೆಯಿಂದೆದ್ದೊಣಗಿ. ಮತ್ತೊದ್ದೆಯಾಗಿ. ನಾ ಜೀವಂತ ಮರವಾಗಿ! Friday, January 29, 2010. January 29, 2010 at 11:04 AM. Nimma anis...

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: August 2011

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011. ಹಸಿವು ಕ್ರಾಂತಿ. ಹಸಿವಾಗಿದೆ ಉಸಿರೇರಿದೆ. ಕಾಡಿದೆ ಭಾವ ಬಡತನ,. ಅನ್ಯಾಯದಿ ಮನಗೆಟ್ಟಿದೆ. ಬೇಕಿದೀ ದುರ್ಗತಿ ದಮನ. ಎಚ್ಚೆದ್ದಿದೆ ಭುಗಿಲೆದ್ದಿದೆ. ಮೈಕೊಡವಿದೆ ಜನಮನ,. ಸಮಚಿತ್ತದೆ ಮುನ್ನುಗ್ಗಿದೆ. ದೇಶ ದೇಶಾಂತರದ ಜನ. ಭ್ರಷ್ಟಾಳ್ವಿಕೆ ಮಂಪರಿನೆವೆ. ಎಚ್ಚರಿಸಿದೆ ಕ್ರಂದನ,. ಬೆದರಿದಿಂದೆ ರಾಜಕಾರಣೆದೆ. ಕಂಡು ಪ್ರಜೆಗಳೊಮ್ಮನ. ಬದುಕಿರಲಿ ಎಂದೆಡುವದೆ. ಒಗ್ಗಟ್ಟಿನ ಜನಬಲ,. ನಡೆದಿರಲಿ ತಡೆಯಿರದೆ. ಈ ಸಾತ್ವಿಕ ಚಿಂತನ. Wednesday, August 24, 2011. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. ಸಾಗರದಾಚೆಯ ಇಂಚರ. 4 in the morning. ಉರ&#32...

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: CAFE` ಸಂಜೆ

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Wednesday, June 16, 2010. CAFE` ಸಂಜೆ. India needs 30 runs from 35 balls. This is an easy win if India doesn't loose wickets.". LCD TV ಇಂದ ಕೇಳಿಬರುತ್ತಿತ್ತು ರವಿಶಾಸ್ರ್ತಿಯ ಕಂಚಿನ ಕಂಠದ ಕಾಮೆಂಟ್ರಿ. ಆಗತಾನೆ ಊಟ ಮುಗಿಸಿದ್ದ ನಾವು ಇವನ್ನು ತಿನ್ನಲಾರದೆ. ಹಾಡಿದ ಕಿಸಬಾಯಿ ದಾಸನ ಹಾಡಿನಂತಿದ್ದ. ಅವರ ಮಾತು ಬೇಸರವೆನಿಸಿತು. ಅಂತರ್ಮುಖಿಯಾಗಿರುವುದೇ ಲೇಸೆನಿಸಿತು. Relax ಮಾಡಲು ಬಂದ ನನಿಗೆ ಏನೋ ಕಸಿವಿಸಿ. ಆಚೆ ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಹೊಚ್ಚ ಹೊಸದಂತೆ ಕಾಣುತ್ತಿತ್ತು. ಎಲವೂ ಸ್ವಚ&#3277...ತನ್ನ ಮುರಿದ ಮರದ ಹಾಳೆಯ ಗಾಲಿಯಮೇಲೆ ಕೂತ&#3...Wednesday, June 16, 2010. June 17, 2010 at 8:08 PM. Mansi...

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: March 2014

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Thursday, March 27, 2014. ನಲ್ಲ ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ, ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ,. ನಿನ್ನಂತೆ ಬಹುಜನರಿಲ್ಲ,. ನನ್ನೀ ಮಾತ ಕೇಳಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ, ಬೇರೆಯವರೆಲ್ಲ. ನಿನ್ನಂತೆ ಹಸನ್ಮುಖರಲ್ಲ,. ನಿನ್ನಂತೆ ನಾನಾಗಬೇಕಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ, ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ,. ನಲ್ಲೆ ಆಟದ ಬೊಂಬೆಯಲ್ಲ. ಎಂತಿಳಿಯದವ ನೀನಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ, ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ,. ಗೃಹಿಣಿ ಪಂಜರದ ಗಿಣಿ. ಎಂತಿಳಿಯುವವ ನೀನಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ, ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ,. ಸ್ತ್ರೀ ಸಮ್ಮಾನವ,. ಅರಿಯದವ ನೀನಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ, ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ,. ತಠಸ್ಥ ಸಂತ ನೀನಲ್ಲ,. ಕಾಮಪಿಪಾಸುವೂ ಅಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ, ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ,. ತಾಯ್ತನದ ಸು-ಬೇನೇಯ. ತಿಳಿಯದವ ನೀನಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ, ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ,. ಕಂದನಾಕ್ರಂದನವ. ನಿಲಿಸಲೊಲ್ಲದವನಲ್ಲ. ನಲ್ಲ ನೀನವನಲ್ಲ,. Links to this post.

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಯೂ!!!

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Thursday, June 6, 2013. ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ ಯೂ! ಇದು ತೆಗೊಳಿ, ಹತ್ತು ರೂಪಾಯಿ, ಸೊಪ್ಪಿಂದು, ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸ್ ಅಮ್ಮ" ನನ್ನ ಬಾಯಿಂದ ಉವಾಚ. ನಮಗೆಂತಕ್ಕವ್ವಾ ತ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸು. ಬರ್ತಿನವ್ವ" ಎಂದು ಹೊರಟೇಬಿಟ್ಟಳು ಸೊಪ್ಪಿನವಳು. 'ಸೊಪ್ಪಮ್ಮ'ನ ಇಂಥ ಉತ್ತರ ಅಪೇಕ್ಷಿಸಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಸಾಮನ್ಯವಾಗಿ ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸ್ ...ನೀವು ಯಾರಿಗಾದರೂ 'ಥ್ಯಾಂಕ್ಸ್' ಅಥವ 'ಸಾssರಿ' ಹೇಳುವಾಗ ನಿಜವಾಗಿಯೂ ಮನಃಪೂರ್ವಕವಾಗಿ ಹೇಳುತ್ತೀರಾ? ಅಥವ just ಅಭ್ಯಾಸ ಬಲವೋ? ಮಣಿಕತೆ ಅರಿವಾಗಿ ಮನಃ ಸಂತೋಷಗೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತದೆ. ಗವಂತನಿಗೆ ನನ್ನ ಅನಂತಾನಂತಾನಂತ ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು. ನನ್ನ ಈ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಅಪ್ರಭಾವಿತ ಲೇ. ಮತ್ತೆ ಸಿಗೋಣ. Thursday, June 06, 2013. June 7, 2013 at 11:56 PM.

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: February 2010

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Saturday, February 27, 2010. ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ. ಭ್ರಾಂತು ಬಂದಿದೆ ನನಗೆ. ಈ ಭ್ರಮೆಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ,. ತಿಳಿಯದಾಗಿದೆ ಎನಗೆ. ಈ ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ. ಸೋಜಿಗವು ನನಗೆ. ಭೂತಕಾಲದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ,. ನಿನ್ನೆ ಎಂಬ ಭೂತ. ಇಂದು ಕಾಡಿದಬಗ್ಗೆ. ಬೇಸರವು ನನಗೆ. ಈ ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ,. ನಾಳೆಯಾ ಭವ-ವಿಷಯ. ಸಿಗದೀಗಿಂದ ಈಗ್ಗೆ. ಅನುಮಾನ ನನಗೆ. ವರ್ತಮಾನದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ,. ಇಂದು ಎಂಬುದು ನಿಜವೇ? ಹೇಳಿದರಬಗ್ಗೆ. ಸತ್ಯವೇ ಉದ್ಭವಿಸು. ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ಈಗ್ಗೆ,. ಸಾಕ್ಷಾತ್ಕಾರ ಸ್ಫೋಟಿಸು. ಒಡೆದು ಈ ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ ಬುಗ್ಗೆ. Saturday, February 27, 2010. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. 4 in the morning. ಉರಿ...

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ

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Saturday, February 27, 2010. ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ. ಭ್ರಾಂತು ಬಂದಿದೆ ನನಗೆ. ಈ ಭ್ರಮೆಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ,. ತಿಳಿಯದಾಗಿದೆ ಎನಗೆ. ಈ ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ. ಸೋಜಿಗವು ನನಗೆ. ಭೂತಕಾಲದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ,. ನಿನ್ನೆ ಎಂಬ ಭೂತ. ಇಂದು ಕಾಡಿದಬಗ್ಗೆ. ಬೇಸರವು ನನಗೆ. ಈ ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ ಬಗ್ಗೆ,. ನಾಳೆಯಾ ಭವ-ವಿಷಯ. ಸಿಗದೀಗಿಂದ ಈಗ್ಗೆ. ಅನುಮಾನ ನನಗೆ. ವರ್ತಮಾನದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ,. ಇಂದು ಎಂಬುದು ನಿಜವೇ? ಹೇಳಿದರಬಗ್ಗೆ. ಸತ್ಯವೇ ಉದ್ಭವಿಸು. ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ಈಗ್ಗೆ,. ಸಾಕ್ಷಾತ್ಕಾರ ಸ್ಫೋಟಿಸು. ಒಡೆದು ಈ ಭ್ರಾಂತಿ ಬುಗ್ಗೆ. Saturday, February 27, 2010. February 28, 2010 at 5:59 AM. February 28, 2010 at 9:57 AM. ಸಾಗರದಾಚೆಯ ಇಂಚರ. March 2, 2010 at 8:51 AM.

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Tunuku Anisikegalu: ಹಸಿವು ಕ್ರಾಂತಿ

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Wednesday, August 24, 2011. ಹಸಿವು ಕ್ರಾಂತಿ. ಹಸಿವಾಗಿದೆ ಉಸಿರೇರಿದೆ. ಕಾಡಿದೆ ಭಾವ ಬಡತನ,. ಅನ್ಯಾಯದಿ ಮನಗೆಟ್ಟಿದೆ. ಬೇಕಿದೀ ದುರ್ಗತಿ ದಮನ. ಎಚ್ಚೆದ್ದಿದೆ ಭುಗಿಲೆದ್ದಿದೆ. ಮೈಕೊಡವಿದೆ ಜನಮನ,. ಸಮಚಿತ್ತದೆ ಮುನ್ನುಗ್ಗಿದೆ. ದೇಶ ದೇಶಾಂತರದ ಜನ. ಭ್ರಷ್ಟಾಳ್ವಿಕೆ ಮಂಪರಿನೆವೆ. ಎಚ್ಚರಿಸಿದೆ ಕ್ರಂದನ,. ಬೆದರಿದಿಂದೆ ರಾಜಕಾರಣೆದೆ. ಕಂಡು ಪ್ರಜೆಗಳೊಮ್ಮನ. ಬದುಕಿರಲಿ ಎಂದೆಡುವದೆ. ಒಗ್ಗಟ್ಟಿನ ಜನಬಲ,. ನಡೆದಿರಲಿ ತಡೆಯಿರದೆ. ಈ ಸಾತ್ವಿಕ ಚಿಂತನ. Wednesday, August 24, 2011. August 25, 2011 at 12:26 AM. ನಮ್ರತಾ,. August 25, 2011 at 2:30 AM. November 8, 2011 at 11:47 PM. ಮಗುವಿನ...ಉರಿ...

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