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Pranav Hegde Nov 2016
Standing on my balcony
I am gazing at the skies
The stars wink at me
But the bright moon fills my eyes

A mellifluous zephyr
Glides over my face
It brings a distant voice
That whispers you’re in a near by place

I wonder how the murky clouds
Try to shut off the cosmic lights
I want the southern winds to blow
And bring you back to sight

Cuz darling, tonight is the night
You fill my space before it’s late
The moon is the closest tonight
Since nineteen forty eight

-Pranav Hegde
Mahesh Hegde Jan 2014
Sitting there in a mist I was lookin at the turning,
Holding onto what the heart was yearning,
50 percent was it about u concerning,
50 percent fr the nasty end determining.
Cold was the blood from the brain returning,
Soul was chilled but the body was burning.
Body was in a trauma, its insides churning,
And the soul inside that body just kept mourning.

She was there in front of me,
Questions raising in mind lyk a hue.
It was lyk we were meeting,
Somewhere out of the blue.
Her eyes brown and cold,
Like those prepared to hold,
Clenching my heart with her softest touch,
She was Silent but extravagantly bold..
Hair was like the flowing river,
Ears covered with small rings of gold.
Her Lips were saying something,
Eyes depicting back the love which was once sold.

We'd been so beautiful together,
But then u smashed and made it all fall,
Then I went on walking aimlessly,
About the world, I hardly cared at all.
What did u think I was made of,
Body of wood And heart wid abstract walls?,
And then the gasoline u took by,
Spilled it, lit it and made it burn all.
Now u come again to see the burnt ashes,
And wid those lips, to this, love u call.
U'd been so enormous to me,
Now u r the same but u look so small.
The only fear that now concerns me,
Is if u ask for forgiveness I vl forget it all.

Sitting there in a mist I was lookin at the turning,
Holding onto what the heart was yearning,
50 percent was it about u concerning,
50 percent fr the nasty end determining.
Cold was the blood from the brain returning,
Soul was chilled but the body was burning.
Body was in a trauma, its insides churning,
And the soul inside that body just kept mourning.

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Mahesh Hegde Nov 2013
How do you come to know if there's attatchment in you..? How can you say that you feel connected to someone..?
Is it by the fact of feeling hurt when someone tells u something..?
Or by the hurt you feel when you say something to someone and then the despair runs through your veins to your mind cuz of the guilt that rises due to your actions..?
Or by the ***** in your heart when the veritable verdict enlightens you after your words attack the Victim..?
Or otherwise is it the simple but the only strong feeling of being carried away when you leave all the world around you and close your eyes concentrating on the point exactly between your eyebrows, thinking of the pure miniscule that was present, before the Creator, destroyer and the protector were seperated, and then flowing in the energy of that miniscule..?
Attatchment and hurt always work like the process which involves equilibria.. And when they both take part in the chemical reaction, that takes place in the mind, Life is defined Partly..
But The happiness associated with the mould that consists attatchment and hurt is of the pleasure that seeps in to your body knowingly pursuading bliss..
But the happiness associated with the dedication of your soul to the non-material world is of the pleasure that licks your sensational nerves in your brain pursuading Ecstasy..
So whenever someone asks you how can you be attatched, with someone or the one that lives in everyone, then by not evoking a discussion tell them, "its simple to ask, but complicated to explain" . . .
- Mahesh Hegde.
Mahesh Hegde Sep 2013
You are walking on the lake,
Of Ghastly cold stream flowing down,
And it chills to your bone..
The beast then invades you,
To interpose fire in all the nerves,
Which fights with the chill for the throne.
Protuding Sweet sarcasm,
All the querries undone,
But solutions having no room.
And you are dying to live,
The way u wanted to,
Holding back the melted hopes invading the gloom.

Dont panic, just call yourself back,
Light will defeat the shadows of dark,
Take a deep breath, And close your eyes,
This fear of yours will end up to be stark.

Fallen asleep on your bed,
You wake up at midnight,
And there the horror fills in you..
Sweat pouring out of you,
Frightening images hurling up your mind,
Heart pounces with raised up confused hues.
Then the windows shatter,
The winds roaring are clear,
And you are alone in the dungeon,
There your fear holds the sword,
Impairment filled fiery red eyes,
Wid your confidence is its vengeance.

Dont panic, just call yourself back,
Light will defeat the shadows of dark,
Take a deep breath, And close your eyes,
This fear of yours will end up to be stark.

Mahesh Hegde
Kanorah Jan 2010
There are people in the windows
chickens in the hegde rows
the music hits a beat that you
just can't walk away from.

Oh, oh don't you know
I'm screaming like a banshee
you're thinking Baby can we?
Oh oh won't you go

Where are all my dreams & Angels
glimmer like this web before it tangles
the dog sprained his ******* elbow
That will teach me don't you think?

Oh, oh don't you know
You're strapped to the max
I'm asking Baby can we?
Oh oh won't you go

Something witty... ya Right.

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