ಒಂದು ನೆನಪು
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ಮಂಜು ಬೀಳುವ ಈ ಮುಂಜಾವಿನಲಿ,
ನೀ ಯಾಕೆ ನೆನಪಾದೆಯೋ ಮನದಲಿ.
ನಿನ್ನೊಂದಿಗೆ ಕಳೆದಂತಹ ಆ ಕ್ಷಣಗಳು,
ಮತ್ತೆ-ಮತ್ತೆ ನೆನಪಾಗಿದೆ ಆ ದಿನಗಳು.
ನಿನ್ನ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಎಷ್ಟೇ ಗೀಚಿದರೂ ಕವನ,
ನೀನೊಂದು ಮುಗಿಯದ ಕಥನ.
ನಿನ್ನ ನಗುವೇ ನನಗೆ ರಸದೌತಣ,
ನೀ ನಗುತ್ತಲೇ ಇರು ಪ್ರತಿದಿನ.
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- ಹರ್ಷಿತ್ ಎಂ,
ಚೆಂಬು
DREAMS…
‘DREAMS’ are plants that grow into trees That shelter you in the long journey… ‘DREAMS’ are strong birds That takes you to the heights of the sky… ‘DREAMS’ are the sparks That put shine into your eyes… Yet, The same ‘DREAMS’ could be, The tree that would uproot your house; The heights from where you might have death fall; The sparks that would turn into burning flames; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be lived; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be strived; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be chased; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be yearned; Some ‘DREAMS’ are to be fancied; Some ‘DREAMS’ are just to be dreamt; And yet, Some other ‘DREAMS’ are to be let go So that, you don’t get trapped in their roots; So that, you don’t shatter into unmendable pieces; So that, you don’t burn your soul in it; So that, you are not sucked off the last ounce of spirit… Will it not be cowardice to let go of the DREAM? The DREAM that you have nurtured with LOVE PASSION DETERMINATION SA
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