Unsaid Words

When I feel alone and left out And troubled by self doubt, When my soul wants to shout But got no way to vent it out, I pray, I pray, But my head is not bent Nor my hands are joined, I don't ask, plead nor repent I utter no mantras, ayat or verses rhymed, Even my eyes aren't closed Yet, somehow a prayer is composed, I sense You, I really do Outside and within too, Everytime I pray, to Your house , I've been It's me, You and nobody inbetween, Amen. -Muttu N

 Literature is an ocean that is boundless and wide It's best explored when waves of thoughts collide, A vessel ready to face both low and high tides A voyage surrounded by currents from all sides, The captain, not be blinded with pride The crew, their fears they mustn't hide, This ship, the captain alone cannot maneuver Nor can he hope the winds to take her to shore, Together they navigate this vast sea Only together they will reach their destiny.. -Muttu N

ಮುಸ್ಸಂಜೆ ಮೊಡಗಳಂತಾಗಿದೆ ಮನಸ್ಸು ಬೇರೆ ಆಕರ, ಅದೇ ಬಾರ; ನೆರೆವೆರದ ಕನಸು... -Muttu N

Torn apart from the book of life Cropped into desired shape,  Weakened by the internal strife From fates' scissors none can escape,  Pressed and folded under weights Marked and streched to be flawless,  Eternally judged of bleak traits and if failed, are termed worthless,  From the parchment of our souls we see We are all nothing but paper boats,  riding on the ripples, chasing eventual destiny sailing in silence as the boat of life stumbles and floats.., -Muttu N

ಅವಳು ದಾಸವಾಳದ ದಳದಂತಿರುವ ದೇವಿ ಹೂವು ಬಳ್ಳಿ ಮೇತ್ತಿ ಮುತ್ತಿಡುವಂತ ಭೂಮಿ, ಸನಿಹಕೆ ಸೆಳೆಯುವ ನಗುವಿನ ಮಾಯಾವಿ ನಿತ್ಯ ಅರಳುವ, ನಲಿದು ನಗುವ ಕೆಂಪು ಗುಲಾಬಿ.. - Muttu N

To love without ever being loved, I'm cursed  Knowing that my feelings can never be reversed,  From love, could've moved on, but I held too tight  Like a dying candle still giving out light.. -Muttu N

ರಾತ್ರಿ ಹುಣ್ಣಿಮೆಯನ್ನು ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವಂತೆ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವೆ ದೇವಿಯ ದಾಗುಗಳ ಧವಳಗಳಂತೆಯೇ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವೆ ಪ್ರತಿ ಕಲೆಯು ಗಗನ ಚುಕ್ಕಿಗೆ ಹೋಲಿಕೆ ನನ್ನ ಪಾಲಿಗೆ  ಮೊಡವೆಗಳ ಮಳೆ ಹನಿಗಳ ಮೋಡದಂತೆ ಮೊಹಿಸುವೆ ತೋಳುಗಳ ತೊಟ್ಟಿಲಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ತೂಕವ ತೂಗಿ ಪೂಜಿಸುವೆ ಎಲ್ಲ ಕೊರತೆಗಳ ಹೊರೆತು ಪಡಿಸದೆಯೇ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವೆ ಸುಂದರ ಸೊಬಗನ್ನು ಸಂಪೂರ್ಣವಾಗಿ ಪ್ರೇಮಿಸುವೆ - Muttu N

I know we're just friends.. But can we still hold hands? You know we're just friends.. But can we write both our names in the sands? We both know we're just friends But can we sit together and gaze at the sky? Yeah we're truly just friends But can I use your shoulders as my pillow  whenever I need to cry? I don't know if we're friends anymore  But can I only sometimes call you mine,  Are we even friends, I'm really not sure I don't know where to draw the line.. -Muttu N

Chai in a steel cup waits to kiss my lips with every sip, music from my earbuds  ready to heal my soul  and I'm all set to slip, Every act seems soothing  when mind finds peace with love heart overflows with ease, Each moment is a verse, a poetry Everything doesn't need to be fancy, Minimal is just fine simplicity in itself is divine.. - Muttu N 

I couldn't write.. got so much on my mind But I just couldn't write looking for the words that I'll never find as if I lost my eyesight, in the middle of the darkest night I had my stories to tell Lost glories to sell But I, I couldn't write , I wanted to be heard I wanted to be read but I got silenced instead, let me uncap my riptide and get the voices in my head amplified, then I tried with all of my might but I simply couldn't write, I couldn't write.. -Muttu N

I never wished for rain, Yet when it came, The joy that I felt, I couldn't explain, And when it left, It left behind nothing but pain. - Muttu N

Yeah, I got the dark skin! My face faces the excess of melanin and I'm not a white painted mannequin, Often ignored and neglected Got stared at, then rejected, But I never cared To be different, I always dared, I'm darker than the devil's shadows from my skin Vitamin-D overflows, I outblack the blackhole and outburn the charcoal, Color of the ash and of politician's cash, It's who I am, don't wanna hide My skin-tone, it's my pride, Life is not always 'fair nor lovely' And being born dark isn't unholy.. - Muttu N

I never searched for them Yet somehow they found me,  I don't recall when we met But now they are a part of my journey,  They heard my thoughts While I was sitting on my own,  They tried, and made me smile When I was forced to wear a frown,  They forced me out of my cocoon They Made me discover the joy of flying!!, They discoverd my darksides They even taught me the art of lying,  Always grouped like honeybees, We even drew each other's ugly sketches,  Ya, sometimes we fought like enimies Seldom we cursed like witches,  No matter what we did Committed most awful mistakes We never put our friendship on bid,  This love and care cannot be matched Fought against distances, we can never be detached,  These morons showed me that Some quirky relationships never ends,  These morons are the people whom i call friends.  - Muttu N

Why do we need to hurt her? She already bleeds the blood of creation,  Not the periods but disgusting are the minds that taboo menstruation,  She's already facing PMS Her face doesn't say it, but her mind's a mess,  The "truth" is buried under the dark shadows of newspaper while her cramps tore her apart she is told to whisper,  Her voice silenced in a black polythene she is labeled unclean,  Yet she is deprived of vital hygiene her plights are left unseen,  No ears want to hear her plea Why can't we just let her stayfree?  Let's embrace the truth and break taboos apart Menstruation is natural and a vital part,  Let's celebrate womanhood unashamed For it's a blessing not to be tamed!  - Muttu N

ಮನಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಸದಾ ನಿನ್ನ ಕನಸಿರಲಿ ಕನಸಿನಲ್ಲೂ ನಿನ್ನದೆ ಯೋಚನೆ ಕಾಡುತಿರಲಿ ಕಣ್ಣುಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಸದಾ ನಿನ್ನ ರೂಪ ತುಂಬಿರಲಿ ಕಿವಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನದೆ ಸುಮಧುರ ಧ್ವನಿ ಕೇಳುತಿರಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಉಸಿರಿಗೆ ನಿನ್ನ ಉಸಿರು ತಾಗುವಷ್ಟು ಹತ್ತಿರ ನೀನಿದ್ದಾಗಲೂ ನಿನ್ನ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಕಾಣದಷ್ಟು ದೂರ ನಾನಿದ್ದಾಗಲೂ ನನ್ನ ಹೃದಯ ನಿನಗಾಗಿಯೇ ಮಿಡಿಯಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಉಸಿರು ನನ್ನ ಹೆಸರನ್ನೇ ಹೇಳಲಿ - Muttu N

Into the bustling busy classroom she enters with a smile like a lily in full bloom,  as elegant and graceful as her beautifully draped saree She's a soul blessed by both saraswathi and Sai,  A teacher by profession, and a caring friend at heart simplifing difficult concepts is her art.. - Muttu N (written for N.M madam) 

Through my eyes you are not just beautiful, not just fair, like the night skies You're unique and rare, beyond compare, Your face is not perfect, for sure 'cause you're not just a pretty face to adore,  Not a plain paper nor white snow your face is the full moon with its own kind of glow,  In your eyes, a universe lies with secrets, dreams, and hopes that rise,  There's also a glimpse of joy and pain like little droplets of the first rain,  Your smile lacks perfection and symmetry, yet it beholds a million mysteries, concealing worries and sadness deep inside while emanating positivity and kindness with pride..  -Muttu N

I guess  I've a generation-gap with my own generation It was fine only till the slangs and the abbreviations,  I know these are changing situations but should we really change ourselves for petty validation?  Left, right, up and down we swipe Swiping away our precious life, Can't comprehend the concepts of crush & attraction In the days of 'one month love' Am I fool to seek a deeper connection?  I see them change partners like changing clothes Like a politician changing costumes for gaining votes,  They got more ex'es than mathematics Praising aesthetics, but forgetting ethics? I belong to times where love was about emotions Not just social media captions,  Back in the days love was simple with pure dedication Now it's just another transaction..  - Muttu N

World's going crazy Future's looking hazy,  Youths of the tolerant nation Are forgetting the constitution,  State and central Playing games Passing blames, Causing destruction To create distraction,  They play divide and rule Using religion as a dividing tool,  News channels celebrate Their agenda-fueled debates, Letting misinformation spread True journalism is truly dead,  MPs get traded Only oppositions raided, Right of speech left with plenty scars, Criticism may lead you behind the bars!

  Every garment tells a story  but your saree encompasses a poetry,  singing the songs of feminine glories  the folds of your pleats behold many mysteries,  Wavy like the winds of evening  Your pallu keeps on flowing,  Saree adds to your beauty a cultural embrace  Truly mesmerizing, the way you carry it with grace,  Your saree speaks of love and care  Your saree speaks of affection that's beyond compare,  Vibrant colours expressing varied experiences  Portraying your life through different lenses..  -  Muttu N

"ಮನಸಿನ ಮಾತುಗಳು ನಿಂತರು ಕನಸಿನ ಕಾವ್ಯಗಳ ನಿನಗಾಗಿ ಮುಡಿಪಿಡುವೆ, ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಹಾಡಿನ ಸಾಲುಗಳು ಮರೆತರು  ನೆನಪಿನ ರಾಗದಲ್ಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಬಚ್ಚಿಡುವೆ..." Translation:  "Even if words of my heart stop I'll dedicate to you the poetry of my dreams,  Even if the lines of our love song are forgotten I'll hide you in the melodies of memories..." - Muttu N my instagram

I'm waiting for myself on the path I'm taking, Becoming the thorns on the path I'm waiting for. As much as I love myself, I'm hating myself just as much. As close as I am to myself, I'm distancing myself from me. In my efforts to find myself, I'm losing myself, Lost within myself, I'm searching for me. In my memories of yesterday, I'm forgetting myself of tomorrow, Lost within myself, I search myself in my own memories. I'm departing myself to reach me, And I, myself, am becoming an obstacle for me.  - Muttu N   my instagram

To stand out from the absolute herds, To give meaning to random words, To capture what the mind saw with a mechanical lens, To artfully dirt the canvas with colors of nonsense, To express with moves and bend with sound, To breathe second life into words profound, To make, to create, to express, To say, to state, or to confess, To be felt and to feel, To hurt and to heal, To bring relief to grief, To embrace mischief, To do what you like to do, Is it just you or something within you? That doesn't let you rest, That's pushing you to take the next test, Madness that haunts your thoughts, Sickness that onto yourself, you brought, With no greed and need for appreciation nor attention, With no fear of judgment, not even rejection, Brave enough to waste time on the useless, Stupid enough to find meaning in the meaningless, Walking in between humanity and divinity, On the lines of creative insanity. - Muttu N My Instagram

We know you're not in idols nor in temples  We don't need to see you to feel you,  My lord,  My heart be your palace and my mind be your throne,  We know you're omnipresent and the all knowing  Please forgive them who have used your name for their gains  For they are fools to speak of hatred while chanting your name,  Forgive them Purushottama who invoked your name as a battle cry against love and just  For them they don't understand you yet..  Jai Shree Ram.  - Muttu N