Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Reminencing A night trek

A cheerful trail under moonlit skies
Marching ants on wet mud slides
Woods echoing muffling our sounds
an occasional unknown shadow glides..

Treading persistent drenched to toes
with fireflies lighting ink black roads
infested with longing for the unseen summit
Coaxing to climb on ..our thirsty souls :)


Masked in mud & mental satisfaction
we stepped inside the humble abode
beckoning the tired tempted folks
embracing us inside to its unpretentious board..


Stripping down into our innocent smiles
delightfully exhausted from the grind
soaking happily in the sense of coming Home
Heaven is here where our longings bind…


As manure smeared spaces held our roots
we felt our souls lighten and our spirits heal
& in the warming casts of kerosene lamps
we fused together over a loving meal..


Then as most tired heads laid down on earths lap
we tiptoed down out into d dark to the awaiting pond
huddles together silently watching  starry skies
feeling alive hearing the nature around..


And heres the most rewarding moment of it all
when we witnessed a tree dressed in scores of lights
like an awe filled bunch of grown up kids we froze
mersmerised oggling at what were ....hundreds of fireflies...



A little  spontaneous account of the night trek i went to .. at Rajmachi in the onset of rains with Nisarga Brahman trek circle.The delight of watching the scores of fireflies lighting the pitch darkness during their mating time was mersmerising and uniquely pretty.. etched in my memory like a photograph.. forever.The images used here are ones clicked by Janardhan Iyer during the trek .

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Paraka.. Stranger

परका ..


थकलेल्या पावलांनी काल घरी जात असता
तू हळुज थेंबा थेंबात साद घालत आलास
दर वेळी तू असाच अल्गद येतोस
पण ह्या वेळी जरा वेगळाच वाटलास


कोऱ्या रिकाम्या नजरेने तुला पाहत असता
तू नकळत माझ्यावर आपुलकीने  शिंपडलास
दर वेळी मी तुला कौतुकानी ओंजळीत साठवते
पण ह्या वेळी काय सांगू तू जरा परकाच वाटलास


क्षीणलेल्या श्वासाचा सुस्कारा सोडीत असता
तू मला चिंब ओला बिलगुनी राहिलास
दर वेळी ह्याचीच तर मी वात पाहत असते
पण ह्या वेळी तरी..का जणू अलिप्तच भासलास


खरं सांगते ह्या वेळी पावसा...
तू कुणाच ठाऊक का....
पण मला वेगळाच वाटलास....


A small rendition of my affair with the falling rains when the heart is already soaked in some listless feeling of love.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Sampli Ghai.... End of the Hurrying

किती सगळं शांत आहे
कुठे गेली सगळी घाई...
ऑफिस मधून घरी यायची
आता हळहळ मूळी उरली नाही...




जड झालंय पुढे पाहणं
कुठेय चाललोय कळत नाही...
पावलांना ह्या पुढे पाऊल
टाकायचे भान उरले नाही...




किती सगळं शांत आहे
कुठे गेली सगळी घाई...
भेडसावणारे वादळी विचार
आणि अश्रूंचाही पूर उरला नाही...




भटकत होतो आम्ही सगळे
तुझ्या हास्याचीच होती नवलाई...
जरी कधी वैतागलो सगळ्याला
तुझ्या मिठीत घ्यायचो तजेली अंगडाई...




किती सगळं शांत आहे
कुठेय गेली सगळी घाई...
स्वप्न आपली सगळी अडकून पडली
रोखून राहिलो आहोत आम्ही श्वास काही...




जीवनाच्या ह्या चक्राचा
बिंदूच जणू सापडत नाही...
आणि स्तब्ध अश्या ह्या अवस्थेत
तूझ्हीच आस लागून राहिली आहे आई..




किती सगळं शांत आहे
कुठे गेली सगळी घाई ......


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Saturday, May 14, 2011

Lighted Corner

Lighted Corner..


In a copious corner of my clutterred life
there spreads a luminous sacred light
therz this space tucked away hidden
screened n shrouded by my perfect smiles.

Here lies bleeding all my pain
reborne from sweetness time and again
from the gamut of billion memories
some lost voices and some reveries

walking amongst the sea of bustling souls
amongst known faces yet strange undertones
i keep moving in an android trance
tripping on paths known... yet peculiar zones


thriving admist a matrix of psuedo emotions
of depleting love and borrowed devotions
in the ever increasing surrounded dismay
to my lighted sacred corner... i return to pray


its here i feel the unsurpassable love
of familiar warmth lost in fatal blow
bathing me with unfeigned care
and here all my ghosts i bare...


its here...
all my ghosts i bare.

Monday, May 9, 2011

My Shade..missin U ever more on Mothers' day.

My Shade

I was Frolicking in the sun
prancing in the crazy maze
twirling in my pretty skirt
dancing in my dreamy haze..

Caught up in d spinning whirl
hopping in material grinds
spiralling down the hollows
of empty emotional rinds...

Never did i believe
thou i think,i heard a bell
thought it was a dream
flashing someone elsez tale...

I knew her to be here
always following like my shadow
but little did i know,
she would rise to be my halo...

Wrapping me in her love
smothering all i fear
she turned into my Shade
enveloping her baby dear...

forever....

Enveloping her baby dear............





I never knew real LOSS before.. fleeting love was wat i kept grieving over.... while the whole time i was losing the one dearest to me.. The one Loss which can never be replaced..coloussal...fathomless pit of aching desire to reach ... My Mom.
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Sunday, February 20, 2011

Astitva..Existence

अस्तित्व
  
आला पाउस अंगणी
मन वेडे पिसे झले
त्या सख्याला भेटायला
पाय धावूनच गेले
  
रीम्झ्हीम्त्या त्याच्या सरीन्थ
अंग चिंब चिंब झाले
त्याच्या स्पर्चाच्या आठवनिन्थ
मन रोमांचात न्हाले
  
थेंब थेंब जैसा पडला
जीव बेधुंध हा झाला
प्रत्येक क्षणाला कसा तो
स्तब्ध रोखुनी राहिला
  
ओल्या चिंब ह्या देही
कापरा थंडीचा भरला
स्मरताच तुझ्हे ते ..श्वास
त्यांच्या उबेत तो हि गुदमरला
  
मी स्वताच मला
गच्च मिठीत घेतले
तरी देखील लाजेने
डोळ्यांचे पापणे चटकन मिटले


असे आहे रे तुझ्हे अस्तित्व
माझ्या कणाकणात वसलेले
तुझ्या वाचून कसे राहील रे
माझ्हे   जीवन  रंगलेले...

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Aai..


Aai ...


As little joys fill my day..
I carry her happiness
on my lips ... as i smile..

As life unfold its crazy ways..
I dwell in her cheerful spirit
in my soul ... as i breathe...

As tears well up in little pools..
 I try to drain away her pain
on my cheeks ... as i cry..

As fears cloud my precious dreams
I feel her strong beliefs
pushing me up... as i stand..

As demons hold my mind at stake
I wear all her blessings
to gaurd my spirits... as i fight...

Its only one her ..
and for her its one me..
the 9 months long passed
but the womb yet ...surrounds me..


Little did i know i should let her read this  and be assured that she is treasured..My shyness kept me from feeding on her beautiful expressions and delight which would have emoted after reading this..too late to regret now...I know she heard me read this alone in the dark whereever she is... i never cease missing you Aai.

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