the linden tree

sweetness hangs heavily from the linden trees in
heart-shaped leaves and fragile blossoms
am Brunnen vor dem Tore
the pigeons coo softly, Schubert,
many a sweet dream in your shade

i dreamed

tender kisses
raindrops
cool heart
da hab ich
noch im Dunkeln
die Augen zugemacht

desire/rejection

1.
come to me
when I have taken off
all the costumes
my brave face
the fake flowers

this trembling body
is all there is

2.
don't come to me like that
don't come to me with the moon in your hair
don't look at me like that
don't get your fingers caught in my hair
don't make me feel so naked

ಮಳೆಯಿಲ್ಲದಲ್ಲಿ

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my first poem in Kannada :-)! please correct, kavijanare! first line from U.R. Anantha Murthy's short story 'suryana kudure'.

beyond/pain

one day the
pain will stop
ಹೆಣ್ಣು ಮಕ್ಕಳು ನೋವು ತಿನ್ನಬೇಕಂತೆ
at dawn
ಬೆಳಕಾಯಿತು
her ankle bells will tingle
as she takes them off
and the silver toe rings
all shining like the moonlight
ಚಂದ್ರ ಮಾಮಾ ಬಾ ಬಾ
only a black bangle
remains
as she leaves
everything
behind

setting free her dear ones, her love, her dreams
ಮಂಗಳಂ ಜಯ ಮಂಗಳಂ

barefoot
she merges with the trees
the cold stones
the warm earth
the soft green grass

the blue sky

mapping the inner landscape

from its rocky shores the lake of sadness
appears not nearly as vast
as it seemed in the dark
not nearly as deep
as the crevices, that, too, are not
as bottomless
as they seemed to the anxious eye
that was searching for the bleeding cuts
to find only green hillsides, fields and flowers in the meadow
the virgin forest of pure joy
beckons beyond the storm-beaten trees
in the open
birdsong inscribed into the footpath
by the horizon
the sea of creativity receives the numerous rivers
of feeling and thought
pain and pleasure rising with the tide
the scattered dwellings are temporary but the fire is warm
this is fertile land

der blaue himmel in deinen augen

der blaue himmel in deinen augen mein kind
und sonnenschein in deinen blonden
haaren warum
sind deine augen himmelblau
mein kind
wo doch deines vaters augen
graugrünbraun
unentschlossen unter dem dunklen schopf
und auch nicht
mein dunkler blick
in deinen augen blau
möge dir der himmel bleiben
mein kind