ಹಳ್ಳಿಯೊಂದಿತ್ತಂತೆ.
ದಾರಿಯ ಎಡ ಬಲ ಕೈಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಹಸಿರಿನ ಮದರಂಗಿ.
ಗುಡ್ಡ ಬೆಟ್ಟಗಳ ಅಂಗಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬೆಚ್ಚಗೆ ಮಲಗಿದ್ದ ಹಳ್ಳಿಯಲ್ಲಿ,
ಒಂದು ಸಣ್ಣ ಮನೆ.
ಮನೆಯ ಸುಣ್ಣದ ಘಮ ನಿತ್ಯ ನೂತನ.
ಮನೆಯ ಅಂಗಳ ಜಗದಗಲ ವಿಶಾಲ.
ಮನೆಯ ತುಳಸಿಯೇ ಹಳ್ಳಿಯ ಆಲದ ಮರವಾಗಿತ್ತು.
ಸುತ್ತಲೂ ವನ.
ವನದ ಒಳಗೆ ಹರಿವ ಝರಿ,
ಮನೆಯ ಒಡಲನ್ನು ತಂಪಾಗಿಡುತ್ತಿತ್ತು.
ಮನೆಯೊಡೆಯರು ಯಾರು?
ಉಳಿಯಲು ಬಂದವರೆಲ್ಲರೂ.
ಅಡುಗೆಯ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವರು,
ಜಗುಲಿಯ ಹರಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕೆಲವರು,
ಹಿತ್ತಲಿನ ಹಸಿರಲ್ಲಿ ಇನ್ನೂ ಹಲವರು,
ಚಾವಣಿಯ ಚುಕ್ಕಿಯಾಟಕ್ಕೆ ಬೆರಳೆಣಿಕೆಯವರು.
ಮನೆ ಗಟ್ಟಿ.
ಭದ್ರ ಭಂಗುರ.
ಅಚ್ಚರಿ!
ಕೆಳಗೆ ಕಂಡರೂ, ತಿರುಗಿ ತಿರುಗಿದರೂ,
ಹಿಂಗಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಬಂದರೂ, ಮುಂಗಾಲಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಎಡವಿದರೂ,
ಈ ಮನೆಗೆ ಗೋಡೆಗಳೇ ಇಲ್ಲ!
ಬೇಲಿಗಳ ಮೈಲಿಗೆಯಿಲ್ಲ.
ಬದನೆಯ ಕಾಪಿಡುವ ಸೀರೆ ಪರದೆಗಳಿಲ್ಲ!
ಹೋದಷ್ಟೂ ಮನೆ.
ಸೇದಿದಷ್ಟು ಹಾಲೀಯುವ ಬಾವಿ.
ನಡೆದಷ್ಟೂ ದಾರಿ.
ಮುಟ್ಟಿದಷ್ಟೂ ಅಂಬರದ ಅಟ್ಟ.
ಅಚ್ಚರಿ!
ಮನೆಯ ಕಟ್ಟಿದವಳು ಕಲೆಯಂತೆ!.
Fish in ponds meet often.
Fins in oceans seldom brush against each other,
for,
the waves keep them apart.
The water loosens her hair wider and long.
The curls of the sea let go of shapes.
Being vast lets you wander.
The two legs sway away to move.
The lips part ways for the words to grow out.
The redhouse pumps out its red kins to the whole country, away from its hometown.
Just to keep the land alive.
Being away, keeping apart, stretching vast, blooming distant.
The sense of space can push out a sigh,
and can also lead to wander's long lost brother, lost.
Space is for the exploring early men,
not so much for the civilized.
Everyone fears space.
Millions of air gallons to breathe.
Wings with a heap of feathers,
So many ways to swim,
Too deep of earth to spread.
Everyone fears space.
Even,
the astrobud leaving home on a spaceship, the night before parting,
looks at sky, looks back home, teary - hearted.
Sun shines, puts on a suit, leaves home.
Reaches the white court with craters.
No one to play.
Looks back home, only now, from space.
Space can be lonely.
With the universe in front,
the space can still feel lonely.
But in the cosmos of art!
There!
It's all a daily celebration of their cousin space!
They invite space and her family
Art let's mystery take up a hundred rooms in its suite,
brings in all the air, feathers, roots and the webbed feet right into the living room.
That's how art lives.
With space and freedom as roommates.
Everyone's floating on art!
Paints flow, while bricks break.
Notes dance, while notes are counted.
Frames move, while stocks collapse.
Art holds while grace grooms it.
Bing bang happened and everything spread outwards.
the pieces play hide and seek, even now.
Someone hushed!
Creation's on play!
The green room, full of civilizations and wars and eras and relations, were ready for their turn to bathe in spotlight.
.
.Everyone's free in art!
A dot grew.
For space, for stars.
Trees grow out,
We pour out through love.
Out. Free to step,out.
Everyone's safe here.
Doors are locked.
Roofs are sealed.
We're good to go to skies.
Our own. In us.
Galleries open for everyone,
concerts echo in cities,
Poems on library shelves.
Space is at your door,
Will you let in?
Or will you break down the doors, for,
everyone's free in art!
all the space is peeping through, blinking at you.
Will you?