tinhi sanjela basalo aasatana
haluch manachya ashwanvar swar houn
yetat kahi aathawani
na dhyani na mani
kadhi daudat, kadhi rakhadat
kiti kahi sangun jatat
aaplyala aaplyachbaddal
tu asa hotas,ti vel ashi hoti
janu kahi aapanach nakalat lihileli dainandini
kadhi mazyach balapanat mala khechun netat
durunach lapandav khelatat
kadhi swatahach lapatat kalachya oghat
kadhi malach lapavatat vartamanat
kadhi gheun jatat tichya mithit
jithe swargasukhachi prachiti hote
tya dolyanmadhdhye haravun jana
ani haravlele astanach aapala marg hach asalyachi janiv hona
na dhyani na mani asatana
achanak sagala bolun jaana
aathavani athawaychya nasatat
tyanna phulayala dyayacha phulansarakha
kalicha rupantar phulat honar mahit asunahi
ashchcharyachakit vayacha asata kadhi na apekshilyasarakh
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Minding Ocean
I was at the beach
The Atlantic ocean was making rhythmic sound of waves
I can not say i was totally calm.
The Heart was full of emotions trying to reach out; just like the ocean trying to reach beach wave after wave
And whrilpools of thoughts started in my mind
Mind and Ocean; behave as if one is mimicking the other
Both hide lot of things inside No one can tell what both have in them
It can have beautiful reef flourishing life or abis prevailing death
The moon though so far governs the tides of the Ocean; A person so far sometimes governs tides of Mind; emotions.
Both ocean and mind are governed by intangible forces
The Mind is sometimes beautiful like a sunny day on beach and yet it brings the Tsunami sometimes trying to destroy everything
This ocean can not be calmed down so is the Mind
so it would not be too much to say that Ocean is just like Mind
I hope Ocean won't mind it.
The Atlantic ocean was making rhythmic sound of waves
I can not say i was totally calm.
The Heart was full of emotions trying to reach out; just like the ocean trying to reach beach wave after wave
And whrilpools of thoughts started in my mind
Mind and Ocean; behave as if one is mimicking the other
Both hide lot of things inside No one can tell what both have in them
It can have beautiful reef flourishing life or abis prevailing death
The moon though so far governs the tides of the Ocean; A person so far sometimes governs tides of Mind; emotions.
Both ocean and mind are governed by intangible forces
The Mind is sometimes beautiful like a sunny day on beach and yet it brings the Tsunami sometimes trying to destroy everything
This ocean can not be calmed down so is the Mind
so it would not be too much to say that Ocean is just like Mind
I hope Ocean won't mind it.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Jotted the dotted
Off late writing has become my new time pass...not yet hobby.
It’s amazing, how the thing that I hated in my childhood has become my favorite time pass. I remember as a school boy the only times i used to write something creative were the essays in exams and I hated them so much...now I wonder, what transformed me?
Friend tell me that you have become really active in last few days...blogs and all
but those who know me well will accept that this has always been going on in my 'HEAD'. it's just that, now i have started jotting them down.
My blogs are not meant for revolution, brain storming, social awareness or for that matter, any great cause.
They are just what I think...
Isn't that's how they should be?
Sometimes we want to talk but not to anyone and certainly not to yourself. The blogs give you feeling that your thought are now out there ...open can be read by anyone...but no face to make you awkward. May be this is the very subtle feeling in any writer's mind that provokes writing.
I do not care about the literary value of my blogs...because they are precisely not aimed for that.
Yes, they are what I am...a shade of what i have been and a tinge of what I will be.
It’s amazing, how the thing that I hated in my childhood has become my favorite time pass. I remember as a school boy the only times i used to write something creative were the essays in exams and I hated them so much...now I wonder, what transformed me?
Friend tell me that you have become really active in last few days...blogs and all
but those who know me well will accept that this has always been going on in my 'HEAD'. it's just that, now i have started jotting them down.
My blogs are not meant for revolution, brain storming, social awareness or for that matter, any great cause.
They are just what I think...
Isn't that's how they should be?
Sometimes we want to talk but not to anyone and certainly not to yourself. The blogs give you feeling that your thought are now out there ...open can be read by anyone...but no face to make you awkward. May be this is the very subtle feeling in any writer's mind that provokes writing.
I do not care about the literary value of my blogs...because they are precisely not aimed for that.
Yes, they are what I am...a shade of what i have been and a tinge of what I will be.
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Complicated by compliments
Compliment...Can this word has any tinge of Negativity? Naaah I think not.
Still we are always afraid to give complements to strangers.
Sometimes you see beautiful girl standing right besides you and you feel like just telling her that she is looking beautiful. No expectations...no dreams...no further...may be you will and you do forget her just as you leave the place.
The mere fact that she is a complete stranger, makes you feel complimenting is quite inappropriate.
Dedicated to all those girls, who looked amazingly beautiful...but did not receive any compliments from me.
Still we are always afraid to give complements to strangers.
Sometimes you see beautiful girl standing right besides you and you feel like just telling her that she is looking beautiful. No expectations...no dreams...no further...may be you will and you do forget her just as you leave the place.
The mere fact that she is a complete stranger, makes you feel complimenting is quite inappropriate.
Dedicated to all those girls, who looked amazingly beautiful...but did not receive any compliments from me.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
An Infatuating Thought
"Infatuated by love or love to get infatuated?"
Infatuate means 'to cause to be foolish : deprive of sound judgment' While thinking of relationships this question hit my mind. We behave foolishly because we are in love or its love that makes us behave foolishly?or is it our innnermost instinct to be infatuated...and we are always on a hunt to find one to justify...means we just love to be foolish (infatuated). On the second thought is a successful relationship referred as Love and a failure as infatuation?
Infatuate means 'to cause to be foolish : deprive of sound judgment' While thinking of relationships this question hit my mind. We behave foolishly because we are in love or its love that makes us behave foolishly?or is it our innnermost instinct to be infatuated...and we are always on a hunt to find one to justify...means we just love to be foolish (infatuated). On the second thought is a successful relationship referred as Love and a failure as infatuation?
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
The Life Run
Me: run buddy run...run for life...run for money...run for Love...run for all that you ever desire
Buddy: but i am already running
Me: then why can't i feel that?
Buddy: May be we are all running...that's why
Me: (I am shocked) Look at him...he is surely not running...what a fool?
The standing man: I am no fool
Me: why don't you run?
The standing man: the question is not that...it is why are u all running?
Me: for Life, money, Love and all that
The standing man: You won't find all that while running.
Me: why?
The standing man: It is because when you run... you are just running and consumed by the pressure to keep the pace. Just look back and see your footprints...they all go round and round...a bigger circle every year to be covered in the same time. so you run faster. It is when you stand and see people running, come to know that they are all stuck in Life run. No time to really think while pondering all the time. No time to see while watching all the time. No time while having time all the time.
Me: who are you?
The standing man : don't you recognize me?
Me: Oh...I remember seeing you...but where?
The staning man: See what the run has done to you
Buddy: Run man run....what are you doing in front of that mirror?
Buddy: but i am already running
Me: then why can't i feel that?
Buddy: May be we are all running...that's why
Me: (I am shocked) Look at him...he is surely not running...what a fool?
The standing man: I am no fool
Me: why don't you run?
The standing man: the question is not that...it is why are u all running?
Me: for Life, money, Love and all that
The standing man: You won't find all that while running.
Me: why?
The standing man: It is because when you run... you are just running and consumed by the pressure to keep the pace. Just look back and see your footprints...they all go round and round...a bigger circle every year to be covered in the same time. so you run faster. It is when you stand and see people running, come to know that they are all stuck in Life run. No time to really think while pondering all the time. No time to see while watching all the time. No time while having time all the time.
Me: who are you?
The standing man : don't you recognize me?
Me: Oh...I remember seeing you...but where?
The staning man: See what the run has done to you
Buddy: Run man run....what are you doing in front of that mirror?
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