am i alone?

Mukesh Angadi

[ western ghat , karnataka,( monSoon ) ]

memories are there , too , to keep every part of me alive to keep me going .
Good or bad it doesn't matter , because they both are a part of this being .
I fly alone and the sky in front of endless vast , but that only makes me stronger .

ll Radhey krishna ll

Debahuti Panigrahi

in this vast stretch of clouds,
Yes, we all fly like birds...
Towards horizon,
In search for survival...
This flight is Life!
And while flying, there is no search light upon our head,
Yet a bird can sense the direction, danger a friend!
Deep inside the Rainstorm,
While wings go utterly weak,
Sometimes i hear flapping of another wing in the distant...
And i think i know it's pattern...
Then i am not alone altogether!
Or may be it's just my mind playing tricks with me...
Or is there someone really out there?
It's hard to believe sometimes...
Am i gifted with a special antennae!
That makes me strong or weak-
Again that's a million dollar question
That kept pending for a long time now...

Dear Mukesh, Good Evening!

Luchakali

Tu asibu, Tu jibu,
Chalu thibu lamba lamba suna pada pakei,
Kebe tora jiba asiba rasta re jadi mote na dekhu,
Tebe ki bhabibu mu nahi,
Pada re pada milei To saha chaliba pain?
Mu ta phula hoi phuti thibi, Mayur-Chulia,
To gunu gunu geeta suniba pain, luchi thibi....
Jebe mu bihwala hue Tora Bankaa-Chehra dekhi,
Au pagal To dhun suni,
Tebe khasi padi bichhei jibi To pada tale...

Thami jibuni Madho,
Tikie heu pachhe pada Tora chhuein debu mo thi,
To pada-sparsh re phula ru mu hebi Vanshika,
Etiki mora saradha,
Ei sabu enu tenu bayani ra puja...
Tu jebe chhuin mote debu, chamaki mu jibi,
Seithi sariba sabu lucha-kaali-khela,
ahe mora Neelabh Sathi!

Lucha-kaali

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Friendly Bird!

Mukesh Angadi Divine Grace :- when Sky is a hot blanket , when parched soil seems like potter's klin ... ! When blowing wind feels like billowing smoke , when all is ablaze on heat and drought . One night from Somewhere clouds arrive and rain the earth ... Such is the nature of divine grace . ll Radhey krishna ll  Debahuti Panigrahi Ah, beautiful.... Touched my heart... To the deep core of my being... I was waiting ... Opening up my window, Watching the, smoke-laden sky, The hot wind grazing my face, Waiting for the Friend-Bird to come, And sing to me.... And it did come, from far afar, crossing seven mountains on its golden wing, it came to me to sing to me... And it rained... Rained from the eyes of the Cloud girl... From the heart of the sky... When the bird nodded and twitted, Calling my name... Thank You Dearest Mukesh, For a soul-shaking poem... It made my evening O dear One! Wish You a very Good Evening With Love and warm hugs....

Matthias Hana good morning...thanks u....bye. Mukesh Angadi Dear Debahuti thank you for your heart touching lines ... How many times I wondered It still comes out the same no matter how you look at it or think of it , its life and you just got to play game ... ll Radhey krishna ll Debahuti Panigrahi You are most welcome dear Mike, but i am sorry, i can't follow your line of thought. Obviously Life is not a game to play. It's to be lived and loved!  Thanks for your cold touch on a hot evening! Really, You made it up! '

Sacred Lute

Closing Your eyes,
You blow Life to the Flute…
And when it sings…
All the souls open up
As the soft petals open up
To the first rays of the Sun…
Bathed in Light and Ambrosia…

O Krishn, O Mohan,
No one pays any attention
To the Raga of Your Music…
It is enough that You are singing…

What luster comes out of that Flute
When You touch it in your own hand…
What magic the symphony creates…
The entire jungle-all the animals, bird and humans
Stands hypnotized to the pull of your sacred lute…

O BankeBihari, O MadanGopal,
Do You know…
That everyone just forgets to bow to You,
Hearing your soft call …
Do You ever know…

Onset of Monsoon?

May be the Sun will go cold one day,
And along with it 
The Earth will also die...
May be this will happen some day...

May be...
And with all plans of extinction,
There will be another plan for extanction -ready!
The Creator can not sit idle,
There has to be another blueprint of survival -handy!


But not now...
This is not hapenning today,
May be the Sun is shy
Or has become lethargic
And is hiding behind
The thick cloud canopy...

May be...
It's just snowing upon earth...
May be winter has come -uninvited,
Or is it the onset of monsoon ...

My Soul Bird

My Soul-Bird,
Yes, You are nearby...
i can hear the flutter of Your wings...
beyond the Curtains of Fog...

The Water of Life has a stirring in it...
for You have touched the blue ocean...
and ancient sky too has something to say,
as it stores Your music...Your Rhythm!

A Fire and a Moth

That Something or Someone...
living inside me,
Takes the form of a Sacred Fire,
when awakens from sleep.

My Soul Moth stands close to it,
marking each flicker...each whirr...
bathing in the Light...

There is a strange pull in the Sacred Fire...
and the moth waits unceasingly
to have a glimpse of the Divine Creature-
that lives inside this.