The 'You' syndrome

Something very new,
A virus called 'You'.

For a moment i was lost,
n somehow became the host.

Reaction to the antigenic 'you',
The antibodies were in queue.

T-cells,B-cells n memory cells,
all were busy casting the spells.

Everything looked normal till then,
Nothing looked abnormal until when,

The macrophages never moved,
instead they just bowed.

Before them was Ag-Ab complex,
even for them it was bit too complex.

They couldn't kill or beat,
neither they could eat.

The virus grew in the brain,
The mind showed some strong sign.

Somehow i just love this virus being in me,
coz i would love the virus being a part of me.

Now i just want it to be non-pathogenic,
but nothing happens supersonic.

I'm damn sure n can bet,
there are no drugs to do that yet.

Days together i thought of a solution,
i know i can just wait n hope for a mutation.

I don't know the trasmission mode,
not even the genetic code.

The discovery is on,
n the belief,there'll be a new Dawn :-)

-ACP

ಕನಸು

ಇಂದಿಗೆ ಇಷ್ಟೇ ..!ಈಗ ಮುಳುಗುವನು ಸೂರ್ಯ.
ಇನ್ನೆಲ್ಲ ಬರಿಯ ಚಂದ್ರನದೇ ಕಾರ್ಯ.
ತಾರೆಗಳ ಜೋಡಣೆಯಲ್ಲಿರಬಹುದಾ ರಹಸ್ಯ..?
ನನಗಂತೂ ತಿಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ ನನ್ನಯಾ ಭವಿಷ್ಯ.

ಕನಸುಗಳು ತಲೆಯಾಚೆ ಮೇಲೆದ್ದು ಬಂದು,
ಕೂಗುವುದು ಕೇಳಿಸಿತು ಆಗಸದಿ ನಿಂದು.
"ನಾವಲ್ಲ ನೋಯಿಸುವ ಕಣ್ಣೀರ ಬಿಂದು,
ಜನನವಷ್ಟೇ ನಮಗೆ ಸಾವಿಲ್ಲವೆಂದೂ .!

ಜನಿಸುತಿವೆ ಕನಸುಗಳು ದೈತ್ಯ ಫೀನಿಕ್ಸ್ ನಂತೆ ,
ಜೊತೆಗೆ ತಿಳಿಯದಿಹ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳ ಸಂತೆ.
ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆಗಳ ಪೋಣಿಕೆಯೋ ಅದು ಜೇಡರ ಬಲೆಯು,
ಕರಗತವಾಗಿಲ್ಲವೆನಗೆ ಅದ ಬಿಡಿಸುವಾ ಕಲೆಯು.

ಕನಸುಗಳು ಕೆಳಗಿರುವ ಭೂಮಿಯಂತೆ,
ಆಸೆಗಳು ಕೆಳಬೀಳೋ ಸೇಬಿನಂತೆ.
ನಡು ನಡುವೆ ಏನೇನೊ ಅನಿಶ್ಚಿತತೆಯಂತೆ,
ಮನದೊಳಗೆ ಆಗಾಗ ಅದರದೇ ಚಿಂತೆ.

ಮುಂಬರುವ ಉತ್ತರಗಳಾಗಬಹುದು ಬರಿಯ ಸಮೀಕ್ಷೆ,
ಇದಾಗಿರಬಹುದು ಬರಿಯ ಜೀವನ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆ.
ಆದರೂ ಗೂಡೊಳಗಿನ ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಾ ಹಾಗೆ,
ನಂಬಿರುವೆ ನಾ ಕಾದಿರುವೆ ಹೀಗೆ.

ಬೆಳಕ ಸೂರ್ಯನು ಇಂದು ಬಹು ಬೇಗ ಬಂದ,
ಹೋಗುತಿರೆ ಚಂದ್ರನು ಅದೇನೋ ಅಂದ,
"ನನಸಾಗಿಸು ನಾ ಕೊಟ್ಟ ನೂರು ಕನಸ,
ತಡರಾತ್ರಿ ಬರುವೆನು ಹೊತ್ತು ಇನ್ನೂರು ಕನಸ".

ಚಂದ್ರನೂ ಮುಗಿದಂತೆ ಮುಗಿಯಿತೀ ರಾತ್ರಿ,
ಸೂರ್ಯನಿಗೆ ದಿನವಿಡೀ ಕೆಲಸವಾಯ್ತು ಖಾತ್ರಿ.
ನನ್ನ ಕೆಲಸವೂ ಇಹುದು ಬಹಳಷ್ಟು ಇನ್ನೂ,
ದೂರ ಬೆಟ್ಟದಲಿಲ್ಲ ಮೆಟ್ಟಿಲುಗಳಿನ್ನೂ ..!:-)

-- Apoorva Chandra.P

The Dreamer

The sun is about to die for the day,
Here comes the moon who's about to stay.
Mind just entered a standby mode,
Wondering if at all there was a starry code.

The dreams just rose above the head,
Sounded affirmative and said,
"We don't want to be dead"
"We don't want to be dead".

They rose like a almighty phoenix,
with problems that i don't know how to fix.
May be it's as easy as few clicks,
But i'm yet to learn those simple tricks.

But dreams are just like gravity,
n Newton's apple is the positivity.
Here i go,i'm checking my intensity,
I'm worried becoz they have a kiss of relativity.

May be the answer again is a quest,
This may just be a test.
But like the bird in the nest,
I'm just hoping for the best.

Now the moon is about to die for the night,
Here again comes the sun,shining so bright.
It's time for me to change n set things right,
Carve steps on the hill n to reach the height.

Just wait till the night ,n back will be the moon,
just like the moon,The dreamer will be back soon :-)

-Apoorva Chandra
21-08-2009

The Oasis

A sailor is what i thought about me,
So a desert is where i'm not supposed to be.

I knew desert is not the place of Niles,
I still needed to walk miles.

Sand,sand n more sand is what is near,
Don't know how the hell to get outta here.

Still the glance of the sun i like,never knew how,
Faraway somewhere in the hike is the fountain of love.

Walked n walked,then on my knees i fell,
All i could do then is look up n yell.

Far in the north sand showed a shadow of cloud,
The wind roared to say "you'll be loved".

Sun was't looking at every corner,
The desert now wasn't that warmer.

I held my breath n ran through the sand,
Just to rest in the all new land.

Out there in a distance the sun didn't burn anymore,
n the earth was't hotter to the core.

Far in the end i found the green,
Oh yeah!! There,there the 'Oasis' is seen :-)

--Apoorva Chandra (7th june 2009)

ಸಣ್ಣದೊಂದು ನಶೆ- -हल्का सा इक नशा

ಸಣ್ಣನೆಯ ನಶೆಯೊಂದು ಸುಮ್ಮನೇ ಯೇರಿಹುದು,
ಹಾಗೆಯೇ ಕಣ್ಣಿನಲಿ ಕಾಣದೇ ಮಿಂಚಿಹುದು.

ನಿನ್ನನೆ ನೋಡುತಿರೆ ನನ್ನದೀ ಎದೆಯಿಂದು,
ತನ್ನೊಳಗೆ ಏನೇನೊ ಗುನುಗುತಿಹುದು.

ನನ್ನೆದೆಯ ಭಾವಕ್ಕೆ ಜೀವ ತುಂಬಿದೆ ನೋಡು,
ದೂರವನ್ನು ಕಳೆದೊಗೆದು ಬಳಿ ಬಂದು ಕೂಡು .

ಮೈ ತಣಿಸುವಾ ಈ ಹವೆಇರಲು ಹೀಗೆಂದೂ,
ನನ್ನೊಳಗಿನ ಉತ್ಸಾಹ ಹೆಚ್ಚುತಿದೆ ಇಂದೂ.

ದೂರದಾ ನೋಟದಲಿ ಯೇನಿಹುದು ಖುಷಿಯೇ..?
ಮಾಯೆಯೇ ನೀ ನನ್ನ ಮಿಡಿತದಲಿ ಮಿಡಿಯೇ..!

ಧ್ವನಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಧ್ವನಿಯಿಟ್ಟು ನನ್ನೆದೆಯೀಗ ನಿನ್ನ
ಕೂಗುತಿದೆ ಜೋರಾಗಿ ಬಳಿ ಬರಲು ಎನ್ನ ....!

--ಅಪೂರ್ವ ಚಂದ್ರ (translation of the Ghazal called "Halka sa ek nasha" sung by Hariharan)

ಇಷ್ಟ

ಜೀವದಾಗಸದಲ್ಲಿ ನಗುವಿನಾಗರದಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ನೀ ನಿನ್ನತ್ತ ಸೆಳೆಯುತಿರುವೆ
ಯಾವುದನೂ ಹೇಳದೆಯೇ ಯಾರನೂ ಕೇಳದೆಯೇ ನನ್ನ ಮನವನೆತ್ತಲೋ ನೀ ಒಯ್ಯುತಿರುವೆ .

ಏನ ಹೇಳಲಿ ಕಂದ ನಿನ್ನ ನೋಟವು ಚಂದ,
ಆಡುವಾ ಮಾತುಗಳು ಅಂದಚಂದ.

ನಿನ್ನ ನಾ ನೋಡುತಿರೆ ಜಗವೆಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ ಮನಸುಗಳ ನಡುವಿಹುದು ಕಾಣದಾ ಸಂಬಂಧ .
ಸುಮ್ಮ ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಬರುವೆ ನೂರು ನೆನಪನು ತರುವೆ ,ನನ್ನೇಕೆ ಹೀಗೆ ನೀ ಕಾಡುತಿರುವೆ .?

ಅಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡಲು ನೀನೆ ,ಎಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡಲು ನೀನೆ ,ಕಾಡುವ ವಿದ್ಯೆಯಲಿ ನೀ ಪ್ರವೀಣೆ !
ನೀ ಮನಕೆ ಬಾರದ ದಿನಗಲೊಂದೂ ಇಲ್ಲ ನಿನ್ನದೇ ನೆನಪಲ್ಲಿ ಕಳೆವೆ ನಾ ದಿನವೆಲ್ಲ.

ಕಣ್ಣೆದುರು ನೀ ನಿಂತು ,ಮನದಲ್ಲಿ ನೀ ಬಂದು ,ಯೋಚನೆಯ ಮಾಡುವುದೇ ನನಗೀಗ ಕಷ್ಟ .
ನಿನ್ನ ಸಿಹಿ ನೆನಪುಗಳು ಕಷ್ಟವಾದರೂ ಇಷ್ಟ ,ಕಾರಣವೂ ತಿಳಿದಿಲ್ಲ ನೀನನಗೆ ಇಷ್ಟ....!!!:-)

--ಅಪೂರ್ವ ಚಂದ್ರ

The 'SO' called God like this-The 'SO' is ME ;-)

"In search of the so called GOD"

He may be the best,
But forever he's just the quest.

Someday you find the answer to the quest,
Now there is nothing left but the mist.

You continue the tracing,
Coz you just don't know where the hell [may be heaven ;)] he's staying.

You think he's playing,
But the typical 'He' might just be a saying..!

Often he keeps changing,
Reason so simple 'He' is not a thing.

Finding him is a never ending race,
Coz he never stays.

So for now the unanswered quest is Him.
But you find the answer n the place just grows dim.

That was Him n He grew dim,
Now you call the reason for that as Him.

Moved the time n passed the season,
Somehow you figured out the reason.

One more quest pops in your mind.
N you are again blind...! [As usual;)]

Infinite quests you can't sum up or total,
That's the very reason He's called" The Immortal" :-)


-APOORVA CHANDRA
28/04/2009
6.41pm

ಅಗೋಚರ

                                                          ಅಗೋಚರ

ಸುಮ್ಮನೇ ಕುಳಿತಿರಲು ಮನದ ಬರುಭೂಮಿಯಲಿ ಬರುವ ನೂರು ನೆನಪುಗಳ ಹೆಸರು ನೀನೇ..!

ಆ ಹೆಸರ ಹೇಳುತ್ತ ಮನವೆಂಬ ಮಾಯಾವಿ ನುದಿಸುತಿಹ ನೋಡಿಲ್ಲಿ ಈ ರುದ್ರವೀಣೆ..!



ತಿಳಿಯದಾದರು ಎನಗೆ ತಂತಿಯ ಬಲವು,

ರಭಸದಲಿ ಮೀಟಲೆನಗೊಂದಿಷ್ಟು ಭಯವು.



ಇಂಪಾದ ಧ್ವನಿಯೊಂದು ಬಾರದಿದ್ದರೂ ಎಂದೂ,

ಧ್ವನಿಯೊಂದು ಇದೆಯೆಂಬ ಸಾಂತ್ವನವು ಮನಕಿಂದು.



ಮುಂದೊಮ್ಮೆ ಹೇಗೋ ಇಂಪಾದ ಧ್ವನಿಯೊಂದು,

ಮೂದಲೂಬಹುದೆಂಬ ಆಸೆ ಮನದಂಚಿನಲೊಂದು.



ನಿನ್ನ ಸುಂದರ ನೆನಪುಗಳು ಕಾಡಿರಲು ಮನವನ್ನು,

ಸುಮ್ಮನೇ ದಿಟ್ಟಿಸುವೆ ತಂತಿಯನು,ಮೇಲಿರುವ ನನ್ನ ಬೆರಳನ್ನೂ.....!
 
                                                                    --Apoorva chandra

THE MUZIC

                                             THE MUZIC


Thoughts that enter the mind when it's blank is 'YOU'
You are the notes of my guitar which is brand new.

Donno the strength of the strings;not that i'm blind.
Just a scare to play it hard,somewhere in the mind.

Music is something which i'm unable to make.
But i'm happy "there's some sound which isn't fake..!

Still i don't think this as absurd.
Hope is still alive some day the music may be heard.

Whenever your sweet memory winks,
I just gaze at the strings.....
                .........N at my fingers too...:-)

                                                             --Apoorva chandra
                                                               1.03.2009

"???" is GOD

God,God,God.
People have gone mad.

What is he?How is he?
N how can he be?

Is he a teacher or a healer?
Nowhere lies the answer.!

Is he a mother or father?
Can you tell oh my brother?

Some say he's One.
Some say he's none.!

They shout n fight,
But noone knows his might.

Where does his power lie?
it ain't as easy as having a pie.!

But for all the things to be done ,
There should be someone,
n that's him n he's one!

Every quest has a quest has a question mark.
n every mark has a bend,
When u find answerrs till the end,
he is the reason for beyond the END...!

...."Keep answering the questions n at some point there wont be any answer for your questions and the last question mark is called "THE GOD",


                  --Apoorva Chandra with Faraz Ahmed inspired by clostridium tetani:-)

Peace is the answer

                                                   


                                          THE QUEST

There was a scream ,
no one new that it was end of their dream..!

There was a sound,
but was not sound
There came a light on the ground,
but it wasn't knowledge bound.

Lots died and lots cried,
some were even fried.

No place to hide,
no matter the side.

What makes man so blind...?
why can't he be kind to mankind..?!

                                                    -APOORVA CHANDRA
                                                     (This is my first poem in english)