Jatakaa

Daily scribble in Kannada

The Tunnel of Becoming

She walks alone, but not in fear,

Each step dissolves what once was near.

The walls are whispers, time-worn deep,

Of dreams that stirred while souls did sleep.

Isn’t it the way—from within, into becoming?

Isn’t it what a bud feels before blooming?

Isn’t it the story of nature in making—

A stillness before the miracle’s waking?

Light calls gently at the end—

Not as a finish, but as a friend.

A thousand selves she’s shed behind,

To meet the truth she’s yet to find.

For journeys start where endings glow,

And what we leave is what we grow.

She isn’t lost—she’s being made,

In shadows walked and light obeyed.

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Wholly Thine

I gave myself not piece by piece,

But like the dusk dissolves in night—

No claim, no name, no tethered voice,

Just silence tuned to sacred light.

No joy is mine, no sorrow too,

What comes, I wear like passing rain.

The sun may scorch, the moon may soothe—

I feel no pride, I bear no pain.

A flute I am, in breath Divine,

Played when He wills, in tone or pause.

No self remains, no “me” to seek—

Just service, song, and silent cause.

This is my path, my peace, my prayer—

To lose myself, and find Him there.

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Logic

We came with heart, we built with mind,
Logic sharp, yet love entwined.
Logic cuts to shape the view,
Heart unites with meaning true.

Life’s not found in measured parts,
But in the rhythm of beating hearts.
To truly live, let logic rest,
And let the heart define the quest.
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