The tale of my four seasons (continued..)

I had written "The tale of my four seasons" last year looking back at the previous seasons then.
Here is the one I had written last year..

The tale of my four seasons

Caught on crossroads there I was,
Fighting for my unknown cause.
I refused to get into destiny's claws,
No I said, to the lot of draws.

'Knew I had to carry a ton,
Even for li'l things, I had to run.
An eventful year had thus begun,
Leaving along a battle to be won.

When the spirits were about to be dampened,
Unexpected fruits ripened and
The gates to the future opened.
I entered the unknown territory

Making my own theory
Faced a change of atmosphere,
Everything was, new and queer.
The experiences were nasty
and the food wasn't even tasty

Within no time, lost all the audacity,
Was left with traces of tenacity.
I took my time to get into the groove,
Only then, it began to improve.

As I mixed with different people,
Happiness found me like an ocean's ripple.
As I saw the year unfold,
Learnt new stuff, forgot the old,

Made the little statements which were so bold,
No matter what, 'am going for the gold.
Here I am, drenched in the monsoon rain,
Walking down the memory lane.

Caught on crossroads there I was,
Now I look back, what an year it was!!

Couple of weeks into new year, I felt like giving the many things happened over the past 52 weeks a form.
So here it goes..


The tale of my four seasons (continued..)

No sooner did I shed my leaves,
Spring said “Welcome please!”
Late in the night between the moon and the star,
With the closed eyes found the strings of my guitar.

The summer came along with a home coming,
and the summer sunset with the disguised feeling.
Every good bye was hard to say,
Couldn’t find enough ways to convey.

With the clock ticking, it felt why so soon?
Tears were hidden in the rains of monsoon.
Back to summer, had the lessons of geography.
Learnt new things from a different demography.

Autumn came in and the clouds took over.
Darker it went everyday, sour and sober.
With more than a glance at the pitch dark abyss,
Started the journey again to the bliss.

Winter was cold and the moves were bold,
Sure of my gold, even as the adversity rolled.
For the year which saw many ideas burnt,
Was also the year of toughest lessons I have learnt.

The hero must survive

Elegance personified,

Conversations dignified

The one with no dark trails
The one who does no harm

“Hero” they give the name,
The hero gets all the fame.

The people and their hope

The people and their pope

Far from reality is the concept

The minds and their percept

Hero knows the tricks of the trade
And the hero’s scene can never fade

For the goodness to prevail
The hero can not fail

The hero can not die
The hero must survive
The hero MUST survive

Circle

ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಹಕ್ಕಿ, ಮನದಲಿ ಗೂಡೊಂದನು ಕಟ್ಟಿ,
ಅಭಿಲಾಶೆಯ ಮೊಟ್ಟೆ ಇಟ್ಟಿತು, ಚಳಿಯಲಿ ಕಾವು ಕೊಟ್ಟಿತು,
ತನ್ನ ಗರ್ಭದ ತುಣುಕಿಗೆ ತುತ್ತನಿಟ್ಟಿತು...
ಎಲೆಗಳು ಉದುರಿದವು,ಎಲೆಗಳು ಚಿಗುರಿದವು, ಆ ಸಂದರ್ಭವು ಬಂದು ನಿಂತಿತು.
ಸ್ವಚ್ಛಂದದಿ,ಸ್ವಾತಂತ್ರದಿ ಮರಿಯು ಹಾರಿತು.
ಎದೆಯೊಳಗಿನ ಆಸೆಗಳು ಪ್ರಪಂಚದ ಸಾಗರದಲಿ ಕರಗಿ ಹೊದವು.
ಸೃಷ್ಟಿಯ ನಿಯಮದೆದುರು ಎನ್ನ ತಲೆ ಬಾಗುವುದು,
ನೀರ್ ತುಂಬಿದ ಕಣ್ಗಳಲಿ ಮತ್ತದೇ ಬೀಜ ಚಿಗುರೊಡೆಯುವುದು.

Lost pages from an unwritten diary

Saw across the continents

The people and their sentiments

Planted a seed and saw it grow,

Sat outside and enjoyed the show.

A fool I was, who thought it was a play,

Me was there, in there, to my dismay.

They say,

It isn't over untill it's over

I ask,

When did it begin, for it to be over?!

World looks so good untill I see the mirror

I look so promising untill I see the world

With every turn, the questions arise

They come, they stay, they vaporise.

Tiny bubbles breakout as they rise,

Only to make me more and more wise.

My theories get swept by a sweet zephyr

I feel the warmth in the winter air.

Just when I thought I lost myself,

I find the compass to find my way back.

~ Pruthvi Manjunatha

Confessions of a Confused Soul

I stand alone in the middle of the night.

In a crowded place, which is a little bright.

Of all the fears and tears,

lost in the noises and voices.

Of all the dreams and thoughts,

forgot in the shrunken spaces.

I stand alone in the middle of the night.

In a crowded place, which is a little bright.

Through my mystic window,

I see a flooded river flow,

and the fireflies glow.

Then I see,

Just like me, stands alone a tree

I say to myself, its time to breakfree.

From the distant seas,

comes the gentle breeze,

with a wish, that time could freeze.

I stand alone in the middle of the night.

In a crowded place, which is a little bright.

The Muse

There she was standing with her body held upright. Her eyes full of mascara, tiny eyes beyond all those black shades were enviable,attractive and yet innocent somehow or atleast seemed so.

The artist went up to her and asked, "It happens so seldomly that a creation like you meets a creator like me, don't you want to be a part of something magical?"

She waited for a while, she took her time, then she said "I give myself to you for the things you promise me, for the things you say that are magical"

The artist drew, the artist sang, he composed and he wrote.

She amused him, she bemused him, she left him dead, yet she left him wanting.

And his epitaph read:

Here lies a muse who thought he was an artist

But he died the way he thought..

Suspecting the life in itself........