When I climb a hill
There’s a flute playing in my ears.
Boulders become drums,
Heart beats match the choir.
Lightening in my eyes,
With feet dancing.
Whilst my head spears
Through those silvery clouds,
My mind wanders
Into an unseen wonderland.
I desire to stop the Time.
I wish to spread my wings.
I dream the free flight.
I climb high, fly down.
Like him, the Seagull.

Vinathe Sharma
September, 2015

ಕಿವಿಯಲಿ ಗಾಳಿ ಕೊಳಲು
ಕೈಯಲಿ ಬಂಡೆ ಮೃದಂಗ
ಎದೆ ಬಡಿತ ನಗಾರಿ
ಕಣ್ಣಲಿ ಸುಳಿ ಮಿಂಚು
ಕಾಲ್ಗಳ ಕುಣಿತ
ಶಿರ ಬೆಳ್ಳಿಮೋಡದಲಿ
ಮನದ ನಾಗಾಲೋಟ.
ದೂರ ದಿಗಂತಕ್ಕೆ ಹಾರುವ
ಘಳಿಗೆ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸುವ
ಬೆಟ್ಟ ಹತ್ತಿದಾಗ.
ವಿನತೆ ಶರ್ಮ
ಸೆಪ್ಟೆಂಬರ್ ೨೦೧೫


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