DåAqÀÆæ r'PÀÄ£Áía PÀ«vÁ "PÀÄqÁåðAZÉÆ zÉêï"

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-D¹Ö£ï ¥Àæ¨sÀÄ, aPÁUÉÆ

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GZÁgï-«ZÁgï «¨sÁUÁPï ¥ÀvÁæA zsÁqÀÛ¯ÁåAZÁå UÀĪÀiÁ£ÁPï

DªÀiÁÌA ¸À¨sÁgï ¥ÀvÁæA ºÁå «¨sÁUÁPï AiÉÄvÁvï. eÁAiÉÄÛ ¥Á«ÖA C©ü¥ÁæAiÀiï GZÁjÑA, D¥ÉèA RgÉA £ÁAªï D¤ vÁAPÁA ¸ÀA¥ÀPïð PÀgÉÆÑ÷å UÀeÁ° DªÉÄÑxÁªïß °¥ÀAiÀiÁÛvï. ¸ÁPÉÆð FªÉÄÃAiÀiïè D¤ «¼Á¸ï ¢Ã£Á¸ÁÛA zsÁrÑA ¥ÀvÁæA RAAiÀiÁÑ÷åAiÀiï PÁgÀuÁPï D«Ä ¥ÀUÀðmï PÀj£ÁAªï - ¸ÀA¥ÁzÀPï

Andrew DÇunha's Poem 
-Henry Mendonca, Mangalore

Great poem By Andrew L D ' Cunna . Indeed . I Love Andrews poems for the simplicity they present and for the simple reason that they sound absurd ( at the same time )

ªÀ°è PÁéqÀæ¸Áa PÀ«vÁ

-DåAqÀÆæ÷å r'PÀÄ£Áí

DªÉÆÑ zÉÃ±ï ¨sÁAiÀiÁè÷å£ï ¥Àdð¼ÉÑA ¢¸ÁÛ vÀjà ©üvÀgï w¼Áî÷ågï ¥ÉÇPÉƼÁAiÀiï PÀ¼ÁÛ.. PÀ«£ï §qÀªïß » ¥ÉÇPÉƼÁAiÀiï GVÛ PɯÁå. "D¸ï¯Áè÷åA" D¤ "£ÁvÁè÷åA" ªÀÄzsÉÆè ZÀqÉÆÑ CAvÀgï, ¸ÀA¸ÀÌöÈvÉZÉÆ ªÉÆÃUï PÀgÀÛ¯Áå£ï ªÁmÉgï ¥ÀqÉÆÑ «±ÀAiÀiï PÁ¼ÁÓPï ¯ÁUÉÑ ¥ÀjA avÁæAªïÌ PÀ« fPÁè. G¯Áè¸ï vÀÄPÁ ªÀ°è!!

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-D°é£ï zÁAw, ¥É£Áð¯ï

PÀ«vÁ gÀÄaè. £ÀªÉA aAvÀ¥ï ºÉ PÀ«vÉAvï D¸Á. ºÉ¤æ JªÀiï. ¥É£Áð¯Áa ±ÉÊ° D¸Á vÀ±ÉA ¨sÉÆUÁÛ. gÀ« ¥À¼É£ÁvÉèA PÀ« ¥À¼ÉAªïÌ ¸ÀPÁÛ ªÀÄí¼Áî÷åPï » PÀ«vÁ ¸ÁPïì.

eÉjZÁå GvÁæAPï "¨Á¨ï fêÀAvï eÁ¯ÉÆ"

- DAzÀÄæ r' PÀÄ£Áí, ±ÁeÁð

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Very Few Poets weave poetry on Father 
-Jerry Rasquinha, Angelore 

Namaste. I do not know this 'Namaste' has somehow nestled in my heart and I think it is a good word to greet anyone. Particularly foreigners who visit India greet Indians with this word but unfortunately Indians have forgetten this word of greeting. I understand what Sri. Hemacharya refers as 'ghannerem'.  From the time of Jesus local person doesn't recognise the talent of a local person.

As far as I know, the writing that explains the life style and culture becomes literature. Rest can be of whatever genre they belong to.

(Read Jerry Rasquinha's ''Diganthacher Durbinn" on Andrew D'Cunha's  'Volli' -Ed.)

Mhojem kaalliz bhorlem, hemacharyachi kavita vachun aani bhogun.

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-DAzÀÄæ r' PÀÄ£Áí, ±ÁeÁð

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`PÀtÂêZÉA PÁeÁgï' D¤ eÉj gÁ¹Ì£Áí

-D¹Ö£ï ¥Àæ¨sÀÄ, aPÁUÉÆ

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Poet Vally Vagga Turns 60
-Leena D'Souza, Mysore

HARYEK KAVITA BOV UTTEEM JAVNASATH! DATTU VALLY THAVN MOSTU KAVITA ANIKI VALONDITH MUN AASHETHAN, KAVITA LICKCHEM DENNEM DEVAN TAKA FAVO KELLYAK ORGAM.

Why Controversy over Wilson's Poem?

-Jerry Rasquinha, Angelore

Beauty is truth. Whether of an infant's innocent smile or of a woman's face and body, it has to be acknowledged. I have also noticed one thing in life that an artist is an all-rounder. It is like the present specialized doctors. We all are specializing in one field while attending and appreciating the others. Amar cha.fra.`s talent was diverse. A.T.Lobo has not only contributed to literature in the form of prose and drama but he has also composed songs.  "gavanth theren  mumbainth  varen"  is his composition. Similarly, my interests are many. Anything that is beautiful, has never failed to draw my attention. girls, breasts, long healthy legs, speaking eyes, the way their locks move etc etc. for me 'choli' (a young lass) is still a wonder. Cheddvanchi delicacy, thanchi chitla chaal, ityadi. For me woman is an absolute miracle. I don't understand why people are creating  controversy over wilson kateel's poetry "bajve bitorlo sownsor!".  For me 'woman is like Liab's konshi! How much you explore there is always something more. I wonder whether sthree is more bollvont than male after reading Dan Brown.

The things which have made me wonder and stare in awe are growth of the child in the womb, the birth of child. (I vote for Darwin rather that creation). I love children and everything on this planet. Bokddecha pilan thithlimch sobith dukrachim pilanyee sobith distaath, vell ghoddi dusri dusri asonk puro. ek dhosmi ful mhakaa phishar galonk sokta. Hanv kathkurlyecheri bezar pavana. kithayk thi ddongi korna. aplem roop koshem asa thoshecmch kuchilyo kortha. But like all sophisticated, cultured poets, I hate perverted thought.

¨ÁeÉé ©üvÀgï D¤  gÀqÉÚA PÀ«vÁ
-«¤ì ¦AmÉÆ, DAeɯÉÆgï.

`gÀqÉÚA' PÀ«vÁ

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PÀ«vÉAvï ªÁ¥Àgï¯ÉÆè÷å ¥ÀæwªÀiÁ «±Éøï. ºÁAvÀÄA gÀhļÉÆÌAaA ºÀgï ªÀÄÄSÁA - ªÀå©üZÁgï, ¸ÀA¸ÁÌgï, zÀÄ©îPÁAiÀiï, C¸ÀÌvÁÌAiÀiï, PÀ¯Á D¤ ¥sÀnÌj zÁPÀ«Ú ¹æÃAiÉÄZÉ eÉtÂAiÉÄZÉÆå EªÀiÁf G¨ÉÆå PÀvÁðvï. D¤A DAiÉÄèA GvÀgï ¥ÉÇeÁØ÷å¥ÀuÁZÉA! "ZÉÆðPÉ ¦ÃZÉ PÁå ºÉÊ" ¥ÀzÁAvï ¥ÉÇeÉØ¥Àuï dgï gÀhļÁ̯ÉèA vÀgï vÉA ¥Àzï EvÉè »mï eÁvÉ£Á. C²Ãgï aAvÁàZÁåAPï J¯ÉÆèÃgÁ D¤ CdAvÁZÁå EªÀiÁfA¤ ¸ÀAiÀiïÛ ¥ÉÇeÉØ¥Àuï gÀhļÀÌvÁ.

Jovita Reema's Poem
-Alwyn Danthy, Pernal 

Reema has nicely depicted the feelings of a bride.  The poem is having a shadow of kannada folk song MADHUVANAGITTHI.  Nice poetry.  Keep it up.

Broken Hearts & Tortured Minds produce the Best Poetry
-Jerry Rasquinha, Angelore

I feel the best form of konkanni literature, 'poetry' is neglected. Since you have been blessed by the great poet of konkani kavita Amar Chafra, kavitaa.com is creating groundbreaking revolution in saving 'konkanni kavita'. It is the first of its kind.

Dekun Kavitha rakon vorunk sangatha mellyam.

Good poetry by Wilson. The critics before critisizing must go through the poems of other languages.

Both the poem and write-up is very well written.  I consider him as one of the most brilliant poet.  He will have a bright future in literature field.

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-£Á£ÀÄ ªÀÄgÉÆïï, vÉÆmÁÖªÀiï

«®ì£ï PÀnÃ¯ï ºÁZÉA ¸Àé-«ªÀıÁð ¯ÉÃR£ï vÀ±ÉAZï vÁPÁ ®VÛ PÀ«vÁ “`¨ÁeÉé ©üvÀgï'” ªÁaè.  D¥ÉÚA §gÀ¬Ä¯ÉèA ¨ÉÆÃªï ¤ªÀÄð¼ï jw£ï «µÉèñÀuï PɯÁA PÀ«£ï.  PÀ«gÀvÀß PÁ½zÁ¸ÁaA ¨sÁAªÁØA D«Ä ªÀÄíuÉÆ£ï aAvÁÑ÷å DªÀiÁÑ÷å eÁAiÀiÁÛ÷å PÀ«APï ºÉA ¯ÉÃR£ï aAvÀÄ£ï ¥À¼ÉAªïÌ D¸Ààzï PÀgÀÄ£ï ¢vÁ. 

ºÉ PÀ«vÉAvï ¥ÉÇeÉØA QvÉAZï ¢¸À£Á.  vÀ±ÉA ªÀÄíuÉÆ£ï aAvÀÄ£ï zÉƼÁåAPï UÉÊgÁªÀiï ªÀiÁAqÀÄ£ï §¸ï¯Áè÷åA¤ zÀAiÀiÁPÀgÀÄ£ï D«ð¯Áå ¢¸ÁA¤ ¥sÁAiÀiïì eÁAªÉÑA xÉÆqÉA ¸Á»vïå (¢¯Éè zÁPÉè ºÁAUÁ¸Àgï ¥ÀUÀðmï PÀgÀÄAPï £ÁAvï - ¸ÀA¥ÁzÀPï) EvÁå¢ ªÁZÁè÷ågï ¥ÉÇeÉØ¥ÀuÁa UÀÄAqÁAiÀiï ¸ÀªÀÄÓªÉåvï C¤ vÉA QvÉA ªÀÄíuÉÆ£ï ¥ÁPÀÄð£ï ¸ÀAiÀiïÛ WɪÉåvï.  ¥ÉÇeÉØ¥Àuï, ¯ÉÊAVPï ¨sÉÆUÁÚAPï ¸ÀAiÀiïÛ ¨sÉƪïZï ¸ÉÆ©üvï jw£ï, ¥À«vïæ jw£ï ¸ÉƨsÀAªïÌ eÁvÁ.  D¤ ªÀiÁíPÁ ¨sÉÆUÁÛ «®ì£Á£ï eÁ¯Áåj vÉAZï PɯÁA.  vÁå zÉPÀÄ£ï ¥ÉÇeÉØA §gÀAiÀiÁèA, ®eï ¢¹è – ªÀÄíuÁÑ÷åAZÉÆ «®ì£Á£ï D¥ÀŨÁðAiÉÄ£ï “§ÄvÁAªï ¤PÁîAiÀiÁè”.

Boro vishay vinchlai thuvem. thodyank asllem asllya parmane sangthana naak korzonchem sahaj.  sath vishay nagdde disthath.  kalakarak ani kavik paradarshak chinthap asaje.  naa thar tho ek fathra borin disath.

Jerry Rasquinha's Poem - Roddnnem 
-Alwyn Danthy, Pernal

Five stanza poem has meaning of fifty pages of prose meaning a fantasic poetry by Jerry so far.

Dil Ne Kaha, Thoda Bhat Karlem

-Jerry  Rasquinha, Angelore

When blues of the mind inspire the heart my only resort is kavitaa.com.
 
Happened to go through Ms.Gwadalupe Dias' poetry "Dev khoim asa".  Our religion has made us carnivorous, drinking blood and eating flesh. Horrendous.  Simple truth is not understood.
 
Ms.Dias has put things very nicely, different from atheists. Our breeding into conditioned brains still makes us exclaim `oh my god!' unknowingly.

Panchu Bantwal's Poem
-Ignatius D'Souza, Kuwait

Good one! It is true that everyone has to die one day.