Venkatesh Davangere Poems

What will you gift me dear?
A milk or a poison?
Oh! My heart can accept the both.
Though they both makes me live little longer in this never ending melancholy, milk may spare me from your memories and move on to find oasis of happiness and peace; poison drowns me into alcohol as an antidote to live little longer to requiem your memories.
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They say; she broke your heart
They say; she deceived you
They say; she used you
They say; she will be happy now
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My dear one if you want to come,
come on a full moon day;
when all the stars join moon
just to amuse us.
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ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಏಕಾಂತ ಹೃದಯಗಳು ತಮ್ಮನ್ನು ತಾವೇ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡು
ತಮ್ಮ ಪರಿಧಿಯಲ್ಲೇ ಬಂದಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಕುಳಿತಿವೆ:
ಆಕಾಶದಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾರ ಜೊತೆಗೂ ಸೇರದೆ ಮುದಿರಿಕೊಂಡು
ಕುಳಿತುಕೊಂಡಿರುವ ನಕ್ಷತ್ರಗಳಂತ ಆತ್ಮಗಳಿವೆ:
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If you ask me what you have done
after all these years! ?
I would say: -
I didn't make bangalow, neither much investments nor car.
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ಕಳೆದುಹೋದ ಈ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ವರ್ಷಗಳ ನಂತರ
ನೀನೇನು ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೀ ಎಂದು ನೀವು ಕೆಳಬಯಸಿದರೆ
ನಾನು ಹೇಳುತ್ತೇನೆ: -
ನಾನು ಬಂಗಲೆ ಮಾಡಲಿಲ್ಲ, ಕಾರು ಕೊಂಡಿಲ್ಲ,
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I had travelled much,
north to south, east to west.
I have seen thousands of faces
by sitting beside the window
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Hay my dear friend,
Questions-those confronts
before our face
sometimes are quite irritative.
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Life is
like
a
whisky bottel;
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I transformed myself into
a book,
and offered you to read.
You read half and gone away
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